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Solange Alairis Andreasson
This boy obviously didn't have the same feelings toward his mutation as she did hers. She disliked that she was an instrument, hated it really, but she enjoyed using her abilities on her own terms. His bitter tone of voice persuaded her not to try and bring more about it out of him, so she pushed it out of her mind. Of course, she was interested in what he could do. She was just far more interested in trying to get him to leave with her. Or try to.

Her hair fell over the white uniform shirt that she had to wear, the effect similar to that of blood on fresh snow, and she knew the contrast between her hair and her pale face was almost the same. The brown haired boy was guarded again, his remorseful look fleeing away from his eyes. "But that's where you're wrong." a smile played teasingly over her peach colored lips. "I can teleport. It's worth a try. And really, what's the worst they could do?" the playful spark blinked out of her eyes for a moment. She'd seen the worst they could do. They hadn't done it to her, couldn't risk a successful experiment turning even further against them, but she had seen it done to others. And heard. A chill worked it's way down her spine, lodging in her gut. But now it was only feeding the adrenaline. "Come on. Trust me."

She leaned back, flipping her slight waves over her shoulder. She rocked onto her tip toes, lessening the height difference so that she could look into his eyes without hurting her neck. Her devious grin was back, and she leaned forward to place a kiss on his cheek before teleporting to stand in front of her main guard. "Jerk." the words growled out of her throat as she launched a vicious kicked towards his inner thigh. She quickly 'jumped' away again, as she'd begun to call it. She didn't want to be close to the uniformed thugs when they recovered from their shock. She was back in front of the new boy, and she twirled, grabbing onto his arm. Her grimace from the awkward position the handcuffs put her hands in didn't stop her from seeing the employees launching themselves at the two, angry snarls on their faces. She had to close her eyes to concentrate, but she was still aware of the danger.

She brought herself and the boy back to the inside of the building, and she gasped, nearly losing her hold on his arm as she felt the dramatic decrease in her energy. With her back to Simon, she couldn't figure out how he was handling jumping with her for the first time, but she didn't have the mind space to worry about that anyways. Her gray eyes flew open and she quickly glanced around. They were in the eating area. Not far enough. Drawing a breath deep into her chest, she squinted and jumped with the boy again.

She fell to her knees, releasing the handhold she had on Simon's arm. Panting, her eyes closed for a moment before she adjusted to her lack of energy. She'd never tried teleporting with someone else before, and Simon was a bit larger than herself. She should have expected to feel tired. Looking around from her place on the floor, she couldn't recognize the room. Oh well, this would have to be far enough for now. Perhaps there was enough distance between this place and the heavily guarded portion of the facility that the prisoners lived in.

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Simon James Truen

Simon scoffed, his eyes rolling towards the sky. Of course, she was one of those people who still had hope, who still thought they mattered. Simon had lost that mindset long ago, and did not plan on regaining it any time soon. What was the point, really, of pretending? Of living in a fantasy land where their lives still mattered, and in which they might have a way of escaping? The truth of the matter was, Simon had thought of many different scenarios, and they all ended in a similar, painful way. Sure, this girl standing in front of him with a smile playing over her small lips was right. They couldn't do too much to them, because they were too important apparently, but they could still hurt them. And Simon certainly did not want that to happen. He swallowed at the thought, and a shiver went through his body.

Almost as if on cue, a cold, very chilling breeze passed by the two of them, and the atmosphere in the air abruptly turned noticeably tense. A muscle in Simon's jaw jumped in anger - usually he could control himself better. Swallowing and shaking his head to rid it of the depressing thoughts, he looked at Solange, looking right into her eyes. He could feel, for lack of a better word, a building excitement inside of her. When he opened his mouth to ask her what she was about to do, all of a sudden she had placed a swift kiss on his cheek, and then he was gone. He looked up in surprise, his mouth gaping in shock, before coming to the realization that she was on the other side of the area. By the time he realized where she was, she was whipping her leg around, smacking it into the thigh of one of the guards. With a grunt, he fell forward, just as the one behind Simon called out in surprise himelf.

"Look what you've done now," Simon said, his eyes widening as his own guard approached him. He began to back away, but suddenly found Solange at his back, grabbing onto his arm and preventing him from moving. "What ever you're about to do, don't even think-" he began, but was cut off when he suddenly found himself being tugged into oblivion. He had no other way to describe it, really, for one second he was in one place, and the next he was in another. He hadn't even had enough time to blink his eyes before she was grabbing onto him again, and he felt himself himself disappearing alongside her once more.

When they finally stopped again, and Solange had dropped to her knees, Simon swallowed and loooked around in shock. "Did you-did we...Wow," he breathed, his heart hammering inside his chest. He had experienced a lot of things in his life, but this had been something different.
Suddenly, however, as if in a rush, Simon could feel the desperation, exhileration, and lack of energy rolling off of her like waves. He grimanced, and had to refrain from wincing. Sometimes, his abilities were a curse; whenever a person was feeling very strong emotions, he noticed them whether meaning to or not. Glancing around hurriedly, Simon checked to make sure they were alone and safe, before crouching down beside her. "Er, are you all right?" he said, unsure of how to help her. He was terrible with this kind of stuff, really. He could try to help her calm a little, but didn't feel it was right to make others feel something without their permission.

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Solange Alairis Andreasson
Solange panted, leaning forward with her palms on the cement to hold herself up. "I'll be alright." her tone was weary, but her eyes sparkled with excitement. She pushed herself so that she sat with her back against the cool wall. "Still think it's impossible?" Her eyes spoke of mischief as she looked up at the brown haired boy. Her breathing began to calm as she caught her breath, but she was still too drained to try and stand. "Escaping this place is hard, but it falls short of impossible, just barely." She tilted her head back so that she didn't have to support it either. Her red waves had begun to fall in her face, but she was too tired to brush the strands away.

"They'll find us soon, if we don't move. I don't doubt they've got this place bugged." She grimaced. "We need to move, but.." She lifted her head to gesture weakly at her body. She hated that she was this exhausted, bringing another person through walls was probably beyond her reasonable capabilities, but at least she hadn't passed out. She let out a harsh breath of air. She didn't have any clue what to do. She didn't know the layout of the facility as well as she'd like, and she was completely lost. Fortunately, or rather, unfortunately, she didn't have to have been in the place where she jumped to before, she merely had to scan the area around her, and find the end of her range and choose to go there. "Help me up?" She wasn't sure if she'd be able to stand for very long, but she extended a slender hand towards Simon anyways.

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Simon studied her with his wide, blue-green eyes, a mixture of emotions crossing over his face. He was rather confused, and yet excited at the same time. He was in shock that this girl's plan had really succeeded, and yet in wonder of why she was suddenly such a weak mess.

He realized, then, as he thought more about it, that it had been such an exertion of power that had caused her weakened state. Simon himself had experienced something similar on numerous occassions, but only when he'd tried to almost broadcast someone's emotions into the air around them. Usually, he did it on accident, but there had been a few times, when he had been practicing, when he'd over-powered himself, in a sense. He knew he had looked exactly as Solange looked right now.

"Next time, try and take it easy," Simon said with a small, half-hearted smile. He reached down, taking her hand, and pulling her gently up into a standing position. He kept a light hand on her arm, not all together sure she could stand up alone, just yet. "And yes, I do still think it's impossible; they're going to find us, and I know you have no idea where we are," he said pessimistically, with a small shake of his head. He could feel a growing sense of urgency coming off of her, and it was effecting him as well. He didn't want to be caught, but he was looking at things realistically. She didn't seem really in any shape to be taking them anywhere else. "I don't think I'll be of much help in this situation, either," he added as an afterthought. His abilities were not really the 'escaping-from-this-hellish-place' type.

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Solange Alairis Andreasson
She gladly let him keep his hand on her, leaning into it when the entire world shifted in her view for a moment. Grateful for the concrete wall behind her, she let her body fall against it. The palm of her hand moved to wrest on it's smooth surface. It was so solid. A grin quirked the edges of her lips up, pride washing away the exhausted swimming in her head for a moment. She hadn't thought she'd be able to pull it off, really. This was just supposed to be a little trick where she and this new boy could have fun, but now that there was a slim chance it could work, she was going to run with it. Maybe not literally, but still.

"I can't take it easy. But I can probably find a way out. Or get us so lost no one will be able to find us." Drawing in a deep breath and reaching for the little pool of strength she had left, she pushed against the wall and stood straight. She reached for Simon's hand and laced her fingertips through his, needing to be touching something that wasn't in danger of falling, as well as needing to lead him.

The room they were in was small, rectangular, and prison like. It would have been similar to her own cell if it was half the size and it's walls were covered in pillows. There were several iron gray doors that looked like they could have withstood her jailers rushing at them. Finally she spotted an easy solution- a wooden door. No key hole, so who knew what was on the other side. She didn't really care either unless it was the men's showers, she just wanted to move. "Now would be a good time to tell me if you have laser vision and can melt through cement walls." She she half joked as she pulled him through the doorway behind her. A hallway waited on the other side, the dim lighting making it difficult to see how long it was.

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(( I'm sorry for not replying for so long, my grandma died recently and my computer was also being dumb. But I'm back now. C: ))

Simon James Truen

Simon kept his hand on her, keeping her steadily straight, but was thankful when she also leaned against the wall for support. He noted the grin that was playing around on her small lips, and was not completely sure if he liked that or not. He could already tell a plan was forming in her mind, and judging by the building anxiety and anticipation that was rolling off of her in waves, Simon was preparing to brace himself for the next step.

"I'm not so sure about that-," Simon began, but was cut off when she merely grabbed his hand, and they were suddenly in a different room with about a dozen different doors. Simon was certainly sure of one thing: he did not like teleporting. He would feel a sense of a fist inside his guts, twisting and turning them, and clenching them as well. But then, when they'd arrive, it would suddenly stop, and he would feel rather sick. Shaking his head slightly to clear it, he looked around at the doors, also noting the wooden one.

"No, nothing like that, sorry," Simon replied softly. He did not want to be overheard, if anyone was around, but it seemed that the two were quite alone, fortunately. He found himself being pulled into the room behind them by Solange, and when they were inside, he was quite grateful to see it was nothing but a dimly lit hallway. "I certainly hope you have even a slight idea as to what you're doing," he warned, his eyes darting all around.

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{D': I'm so sorry. But I am glad you're back.}

Solange Alairis Andreasson.
The redhead shrugged her slender shoulders. "I haven't the slightest idea what I'm doing. I just know I'll get us out of here eventually." She didn't bother keeping her voice down as Simon had, she dared anyone to try and catch her, and her voice rang with the surety she felt about her non-plan. She squinted into the darkness. She really didn't like the dark...

"Follow me." Solange released Simon's hand and began to walk down the hallway, her footsteps hesitant and soft as she watched the darkening shadows from the corner of her eyes. Her legs were already shaking for the exhaustion of using her power so much, and she was almost afraid to trust them with her weight. She'd thought she'd been regaining some of her energy, but now... This darkness was taking away her confidence.

"No glowing hands, either?" Her tone was deceptively light as she continued further into the shadowed hallway, trying to keep Simon's focus off of her fear. If that meant aggravating by asking him his power, so be it. But she didn't think he would be upset that easily, although she really didn't have much social experience to go on.
She had extended her hand, hoping to find any approaching walls or ghosts with it rather than her face, and it met the smooth surface of polished wood. She turned back, hoping that Simon was still there. "Should we go?" She was only asking because she was beginning to doubt, other wise she would have rushed right through without a single thought about a second opinion.

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(( Thank you for understanding. C: My laptop has also been being a jerk, so I apoligize if I suddenly am not on for a day or so. It's been acting really odd? </3 ))

Simon James Truen

Simon muttered something under his breath in a doubtful tone, but gave no other reply. She seemed so sure about herself - sure that they could get away, sure she had enough energy and power to get them out, sure they would not get completely lost and then end up getting caught. Simon realized that this girl had quite a lot of nerve, and although he did not lack nerve, he knew he would not put it to use as she was. He would have stayed in his cell for eternity, and only rebelling in small ways, such as choosing not to speak or refusing to use his powers when asked. And considering it was too late to turn back now, Simon figured he could at least help out however he could. If he could help, that is.

When Solange told him to follow her, Simon scoffed softly. "Do I really have a choice?" he murmured, but still kept his voice at a soft tone. At her question, Simon narrowed his eyes slightly. "Again, no," he muttered, only slightly irritated now. He could feel the fear and confusion and doubt now, hitting him still almost like waves. It made his stomach clench, and it was starting to affect him as well. The air around them felt tense, as well, it seemed. Frowning slightly, he approached her when she finally stopped at a door, and stood close by her. "Well, we don't really have very many other options, so I'd say yes," he said.

Before they went through the door, however, Simon stared intently at the girl before him for a few silent moments, willing her to calm and relax a bit, and let the fear go. It would do them no good to be scared out of their witts while doing something like this. It would only cause problems. So, he decided he'd help just a bit, in the only way he could. "We'll be okay," he said softly, finally looking away from her when he felt his job was done.

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Solange Alairis Andreasson
Solange could fear a bit of the fear leaking out of her, bleeding into the ground below her, but she couldn't place exactly why it was doing that. She turned her gray eyes on the boy, questioning, but the feeling was gone now. The calmness was still there, but so was a small amount of fear. "Fear keeps you smart, right?" she murmured.

She smoothed her hand over the surface until she felt a cool glass knob under her fingertips. She took a deep breathe, holding it in as she turned the handle and pushed the door away from herself. The sudden light made her let out her breath, and excitement filled every bone in her body, thinking she had finally found their way out. As her eyes adjusted to the light, however, she could she that wasn't the case. The area in front of them was lit by a natural source of light- but also a huge cage with a metal netting that she doubted she would have the strength for right now.

Solange sighed, but walked forward, letting the light hit her skin. "We'll have to stay in here awhile. I don't want to get too tired again." She sat down on the ground, feeling the exhaustion begin to leak into her brain again.

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Simon James Truen

Simon nodded once; slowly, silently. He had no idea what awaited them on the other side of this door, but he hoped it was nothing too bad. Simon figured they could handle it if it was only one person or so, but if it was an entire group of workers, they certainly would be no match for anything like that. Especially considering Sange seemed to be completely drained now. She needed to rest and recooperate, Simon knew that from experience.

When the light hit his eyes, Simon flinched. The drastic change of lighting made him close his eyes, his eyes burning slightly. It gave him an unnecessary headache, but a few moments later he managed to open his eyes slowly. When his eyes finally had adjusted, Simon peered over Solange's head, staring into the room. He followed her inside without a word, his eyes darting every which way, taking in everything he could. "Yes, good idea," he murmured with a nod. "You need to rest," he added, stating the obvious.