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[tide.]

Echo

Echo glanced at the guy in front of her cage. She saluted him briefly, did a quick mind scan* of the area, and pulled out a blowtorch for the bars and got to work. She was ready to break out, although she was unaware of the cage door being open. She had fallen asleep when they'd been open, and when she woke up she wasn't that knowing of the current events.

Echo had been waiting for this. She'd grabbed a blowtorch awhile ago after a test and put the scientists minds to sleep, and they didn't even suspect anything. Since she saw others outside her cage, she thought that now would be the time to use it.

Echo finished the final bar, then pushed out the ones she'd torched and stepped out. She cracked her neck, twirled the blowtorch around a few times with her fingers boredly and then stuffed it in her jacket pocket. "Erin, you?" Echo asked. She couldn't just go around and have everyone knowing her real name, could she? Erin was her moms middle name. They'd died three years ago, when she was thirteen.

It was still an unsolved case. When the discovery of her being psychic had been made, her dreams of solving her parents case went down the drain and she was sent to this hole. You'd imagine that she would've been able to solve it faster than three years, but her being a psychic didn't help much. It had been described as the crime of the century, and it lived up to its name: two innocent parents, nothing to be guilty of, no reason to be murdered, no recent serial killings, nothing. They were just dead and gone, with no prints or anything to give clues. Echo drew an "X" over her heart. That was what she'd done at their burial. She had promised that she'd solve their case. She would. She had to.

Echo scrutinized the guy in front of her, standing in front of a crowd of others like her. There weren't many psychics among them, but she didn't mind. She was out now. She was a breath away from being free.


{*: It's essentially her being a psychic and using her mind to scan for other alert ones that are a threat, etc. in the area.}

[temporal]

Griffin sits in his cage boredly. He wanted to get out of the cage but didn't try. Moments later he glanced around and noticed the window between the cages.

[*QUIT*]

Amber opened her unlocked cage door more, she stepped out carefully. She wanted to find someone or something to kill....she walked down the halls....

[Make Me A Dream]

Allison
Allison changed back into human form when Duncan came into her box. "You could have just escaped and you came to be in the same box as me?" She asked her hazel eyes lighting up at his preasence. She felt her pulse go back to normal at having him near to her again. She compltly forgot she was just talking to Camille.

[pidgey]

Camille spoke first. "Hey. Who are you?" she asked tiredly.

[tide.]

Echo

Echo glanced at the guy in front of her cage. She saluted him briefly, did a quick mind scan* of the area, and pulled out a blowtorch for the bars and got to work. She was ready to break out, although she was unaware of the cage door being open. She had fallen asleep when they'd been open, and when she woke up she wasn't that knowing of the current events.

Echo had been waiting for this. She'd grabbed a blowtorch awhile ago after a test and put the scientists minds to sleep, and they didn't even suspect anything. Since she saw others outside her cage, she thought that now would be the time to use it.

Echo finished the final bar, then pushed out the ones she'd torched and stepped out. She cracked her neck, twirled the blowtorch around a few times with her fingers boredly and then stuffed it in her jacket pocket. "Erin, you?" Echo asked. She couldn't just go around and have everyone knowing her real name, could she? Erin was her moms middle name. They'd died three years ago, when she was thirteen. {<- - - She says right here ^^}

It was still an unsolved case. When the discovery of her being psychic had been made, her dreams of solving her parents case went down the drain and she was sent to this hole. You'd imagine that she would've been able to solve it faster than three years, but her being a psychic didn't help much. It had been described as the crime of the century, and it lived up to its name: two innocent parents, nothing to be guilty of, no reason to be murdered, no recent serial killings, nothing. They were just dead and gone, with no prints or anything to give clues. Echo drew an "X" over her heart. That was what she'd done at their burial. She had promised that she'd solve their case. She would. She had to.

Echo scrutinized the guy in front of her, standing in front of a crowd of others like her. There weren't many psychics among them, but she didn't mind. She was out now. She was a breath away from being free.


{*: It's essentially her being a psychic and using her mind to scan for other alert ones that are a threat, etc. in the area.}

[temporal]

Griffin looked at Camille. "I'm Griffin,a shape shifter,atleast I think I am." he said jokingly. "Who are you?"


(Lol. Turtle. Rules

Yes, I hate them too, and yes they completely smell like cookies)

[pidgey]

((Who is echo talking with?))

Camille shrugged. "I'm camille, a Shapeshifter as well. I've been here since i was five." she watched griffin through the window.

[s n i f f]

Allison
Allison changed back into human form when Duncan came into her box. "You could have just escaped and you came to be in the same box as me?" She asked her hazel eyes lighting up at his preasence. She felt her pulse go back to normal at having him near to her again. She compltly forgot she was just talking to Camille.

Duncan smiled and sat down on the floor and shrugged "How could I possibly leave you? You're the only person who makes me sane.." He said and looked around her box "Have you noticed it's pretty small and tight in here.. I suppose it is for only one person.." He said with a small sigh.

[tide.]

Echo

Echo glanced at the guy in front of her cage. She saluted him briefly, did a quick mind scan* of the area, and pulled out a blowtorch for the bars and got to work. She was ready to break out, although she was unaware of the cage door being open. She had fallen asleep when they'd been open, and when she woke up she wasn't that knowing of the current events.

Echo had been waiting for this. She'd grabbed a blowtorch awhile ago after a test and put the scientists minds to sleep, and they didn't even suspect anything. Since she saw others outside her cage, she thought that now would be the time to use it.

Echo finished the final bar, then pushed out the ones she'd torched and stepped out. She cracked her neck, twirled the blowtorch around a few times with her fingers boredly and then stuffed it in her jacket pocket. "Erin, you?" Echo asked. She couldn't just go around and have everyone knowing her real name, could she? Erin was her moms middle name. They'd died three years ago, when she was thirteen. {<- - - She says right here ^^}

It was still an unsolved case. When the discovery of her being psychic had been made, her dreams of solving her parents case went down the drain and she was sent to this hole. You'd imagine that she would've been able to solve it faster than three years, but her being a psychic didn't help much. It had been described as the crime of the century, and it lived up to its name: two innocent parents, nothing to be guilty of, no reason to be murdered, no recent serial killings, nothing. They were just dead and gone, with no prints or anything to give clues. Echo drew an "X" over her heart. That was what she'd done at their burial. She had promised that she'd solve their case. She would. She had to.

Echo scrutinized the guy in front of her, standing in front of a crowd of others like her. There weren't many psychics among them, but she didn't mind. She was out now. She was a breath away from being free.


{*: It's essentially her being a psychic and using her mind to scan for other alert ones that are a threat, etc. in the area.}

{Anthony :3}