Nameless Subjects(semi-literate+)

[Vespur]

[Cleo : Van : Blake]

If you want to get out alive, run for your life.

Under a soft sleep with her head resting against the cold cool wall a sudden gunshot in her ears woke her easily from her light sleep as though it was shot against her pounding skull. Her eyes of light green emeralds snapped open the sound of another gunshot ringing out inside her highly tuned ears before light lights appeared far away in the bars of her cage. The cage itself was hard, dark, and cold, but the blast of flame from inside her orbs brought on a whole new level of her mind. Intrested at the sudden loud noises from outside her arms curled gently around on the bars before placing her head to a cold iron to glance outside. Intresting enough two boys, one her age, where attacking the guards madly with whatever powers they owned. She growled madly against her razor-sharp teeth lining her jaws. "To loud. Ugh," she hissed out though narrow gasps of her teeth cuts inside her crushing of each other. Though as she moved away the door to her cage snapped open to pound against the side of the wall madly with a thud. Her eyes darted to the younger boy who before let the shots go out, and than to another who passed the cage fastly to another along with the small boy. "What is happening?" she replied to anyone in a confused tone with her teeth now normal then before against her anger. Just again another boy about her age asked the same question as she stepped lightly out into the hall with her white snow like hair flowing behide her. A shot buzzed past her head ramming somewhere else long past her, and kids began to exit their cages nearby in all dazed confused expressions. One was an age about her own with slick black hair and light blue eyes with a sort of unreadable expression. Another was a bit younger than her with dark rusted brown hair and eyes of green like her own, but he too was confused like herself as he watched the attack go on. Others pounded out of their cages now, and with a slight movement her mind came out from her thoughts to let out words that rang against the bullets. "Lets get out of here, and please tell me the plan is better than shooting more," she said part in headache from the loud noise, and part serious.

[Starkit12]

((Brute is currently a panther, not wolf. Just so you're not confused! ^^))

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Brute

He had been ready to pounce, but stopped himself when the door swung open and young teenager stood looking at him. Brute's eyes instantly flashed to the gun in his hand which was something he was strongly familiar with. Before Brute got the chance to think about his next move the boy disappeared and from the down the hall came more scurrying feet.

The panther didn't give anything another thought as he leapt from his cell and into the hallway. The usually quiet white hall was filled with the stench of burnt metal and blood. The large black beast took in everything, trying to sort through it so he could understand exactly what was happening.

However, that was not going to happen and all Brute could think about was escaping. In all the years he had been here, this was the one day he had always been waiting for and he had planned for it.

Run. Escape. Free.

His muscles bunched as he leapt over a fallen body and around another experiment kid, well as he guessed since they had the same lame light gray uniform he was wearing in human form. He knew these halls from when he had been escorted to the torture rooms to be experimented on or trained.

Brute's claws scraped on the flat hard floor of the hall and his tail laced to try and help him stayed balanced. Gunshots rung through the air, followed by a thud as a body hit the floor. Without stopping, the panther leaped into another guard with outstretched claws as he rounded a corner. That body too fell to the ground but Brute was already a black blur as he searched for an exit.

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Riley

She cautiously crept from her cell once the door had been opened for several moments. Her small nose wrinkled in disgust as the overwhelming smell of blood and something burnt filled the air. The scent was not the only thing overwhelming as she stared around the hall in surprise and wonder.

Riley's spidy-sense, as she called it, was going crazy and she felt still light headed with everything that was happening. Other kids like herself were running and talking while guards were rushing in and gunshots filled her ears. She tried to calm herself by taking a deep breath and slowly moved over to the one of the dead guards.

She had watched a few other people and followed their lead by bending down to snatch up one of the guns. The cold metal was much heavier then she thought as the dead weight laid in the palm of her hand. Her heart was beating quickly but she ignored it as she did her best to work on getting out, since that was what was happening, right?

Riley pushed some long blond hair behind her ears as she moved towards a few other people, not exactly sure what to do and just hoping they would have some sort of lead.

[skïttles]

|Raccoon| .:

Raccoon nodded thoughtfully when the girl spoke about guns. Whoever she was, she seemed to have the right idea. It didn't matter that he had never handled a gun in his life, all that really mattered was getting out of here. "Nice thinking, darling," he complimented, a twitch in his lips indicating the smile that was very difficult to get out of him. Raccoon darted to the nearest fallen, relieving the person of his gun and the magazine that came along with it. For a brief moment he stopped to wonder why they called it a magazine- if it was, in fact, called that, but then he brushed it off. For all intents and purposes, they were at war - and while at war, there was no space to take a moment aside and think. Raccoon, examined the gun, his eyes flicking over everything. It looked fairly simple to use...and once he saw what the ginger kid was doing, it would be even easier. Before he did anything, he made sure that it was actually loaded, and then he went to work.

For the most part, her tried to ignore the large animal that was in their midst as he fired off round after round into the guards- not really sure if he was hitting any of them- but it was difficult. The feline made him more nervous than the bullets did. Raccoon had some very, very near misses, one even ripping through his pant leg and tearing a path through his hip, but nothing serious. The problem was, he didn't think he was hitting anyone either. He knew that one of the shooters in their group had to be doing well- and sadly, that one was not him. He was sort of glad. He had a feeling that taking someone's life would not be a pleasant experience...and he really didn't want to find out. It was one of those things that weighted you down, made you depressed, kept you from living up to your potential. That kind of thing. Still, he kept shooting. He'd rather be a guilt-ridden depressed guy than a dead guy, that was for sure. Raccoon just wanted to be out of here. Not on the run, but in a safe place, where they could just relax. The thought was so appealing...

[Vespur]

[Cleo : Van : Blake]

If you want to get out alive, run for your life.

Hearing the boy speak again in her direction Cleo turned softly towards the black-haired teen before letting a soft smile appear to her lips. "Your welcome," she told before turning back towards the killer halls where guards rushing out from all directions got shot down by their party of attackers. With a small sigh during another fire of a bullet her body raced forward at a few alive guards before feeling her teeth of razor-sharp blades sink cleanly though his neck like butter. When she jerked her head up with her white snow hair flowing in her eyes she could almost feel her face pulled down to form a nose, her teeth out, and her fingernails clawed. Half her transformation. She didn't want to go full, and anyways half or not she would still be able to feel after effects like normal if she turned fully which where pain, and barely able to move, but she didn't wish to freak out black-haired teen, or anyone else in the room with her size as well as dragon looks so she stayed part human for their sake.
Again in the corner of her green glassly like eyes a guard rushed by to come close to grabbing at herself with a taser, and whatever else he owned on his body to be used as a weapon. With a soft evil grin she leapt away from the guard to land on his back before letting her razor teeth again sink into the front of his neck. Blood splattered against her hair, and her face making her body seem like an enraged humanoid alien monster, but with this war yet form over with guns ringing out in her ears, and the noise all too much to make her focus again the only thing she knew was to find the peace. Which to her ment getting them to stop firing the guns, and that lead to killing the guards no matter what the others thought of her now.

[Gloxinia]

:T O R I N:

"Oh what a depressing scenario," the boy murmured in distaste, his tongue sticking out as if the words had tasted foul coming out of his mouth. He scanned over what he saw. Alright, so pretty much everyone was picking up guns and there was a... Oh what was it... A panther, maybe? Ah, he'd never been one with animals before. That was more of one of his sister's fortes. Which one it may have belonged to, he didn't know. Lately he had just been confusing the two and their personalities. Or what he remembered as personalities.
More bullets whizzed past him, again going unnoticed until one nailed him in the shoulder. He let out a short scream and staggered forward, hearing a quick snap. Blood seeped out and stained his jacket, making him scowl with displeasure. He eyed the guard that had done the wound. He stood just in the right range.
"Well that wasn't very nice, was it?" Torin asked calmly, before the blood lashed out and snared the keeper in a vice grip. Torin gasped a little, his legs beginning to shake and his head growing dizzy, but he managed to ignore it long enough to toss the guard aside and into others that were shooting at the other prisoners. It didn't kill the guard, oh no. Torin could never be bothered to do such a thing, for that was for the others who, in his opinion, were being just as barbaric as the guards.
The guard he had flung seemed to stagger and provide a lovely distraction for him. Eagerly, he took it, scampering off down the hallway crouched, his blood returning to him moments as if it were three red snakes being coaxed by a snake charmer. He let the rope-like blood stay out, hovering around him like a safeguard. He figured that the blood would be better being put to use than spilled on the ground.
"Now let me find a nice place to sit calmly," he murmured to himself, ignoring the bullets flying and the panther who was attacking. He kind of found it funny - the chaos, really. "Then I will demand an explanation from the fire boy, and perhaps then I'll be able to think one coherent thought without the damned thunder of a bullet ripping past my ear drum. That can cause a man to go deaf, you know!"

[skïttles]

|Raccoon| .:

Raccoon was distracted from his rampage of destruction by a strange boy walking among their group. He seemed out of place, like the rest of them were in some action movie, and he was in a musical. Every movement was lazy, maybe even distasteful. He didn't seem to have a worry about it. Raccoon got a prickling sensation on the back of his neck when the boy was behind him, and he turned to follow the newcomer with his eyes. Why the character unnerved him so much, he didn't know. He usually wasn't one to be nervous. Raccoon turned around completely, feeling entirely distasteful of the boy's mutation. That was someone that he would have to keep his eyes out- precautionary measures. Raccoon backed up a few steps, trying to listen to what he was saying. He couldn't make out the words, but they weren't filled with the panic and concern that a normal person would exhibit in such a situation.

Raccoon was jolted out of his thoughts when he felt someone's arm strap around his throat, cutting off most of his oxygen. He gasped, crying out. He could already feel himself begin to be lightheaded, but he still knew what he had to do to escape. The boy raised the muzzle of his gun, jamming it into the man's throat- just beside his ear- and pulling the trigger. Blood painted the side of his face and neck. A roar of fury and pain ripped out of his throat and he dropped the gun immediately. A burn scorched the side of his neck where the barrel of the firearm had been resting, and all he could hear in his left ear was a chronic ringing. Raccoon staggered backward, too disoriented to notice that he was about to trip over the man with the nearly nonexistent head. And then he fell, seeing just what he had done. All that remained atop the man's neck was part of a skull filled with red liquid, the wall was splashed with crimson- and Raccoon was sure that he looked like something out of a horror movie. His own blood and the blood of the man he killed was war paint.

It also agonized him. Moments ago he was so relieved that he hadn't killed someone. Now he had, and he was drenched in them. Literally. Raccoon struggled onto his hands and knees, knowing only that he had to get back up. He crawled on his hands and knees over the already cooling corpse, feeling nauseous for more than one reason. He wanted to vomit - the only problem was that he hadn't had anything to eat and it would just hurt him more. After only seconds, Raccoon couldn't stand the sight of what he had done any longer. He closed his eyes, rendering him blind to search for the firearm. Soon enough, surprisingly, he found it. And then he was pushing himself laboriously to his feet again. He opened his eyes. Mistake. He nearly fell he was so dizzy. If he were in a better condition, he would have suspected it had to do with his eardrum having been blown out. His other ear was also ringing, but he could still -vaguely- hear the rest of the world. "Oh God," Raccoon whimpered when his downcast eyes accidentally fell to the man. He doubled over, a thin yellow trail of bile leaking from between his parched lips. He gagged again, coughing, and then wiped his mouth on his sleeve and tried to right himself.

What a pathetic mess he had gotten himself into. If he had just stayed in the cell, maybe things would have been easier. He certainly wouldn't have a stinging burn over one side of his neck. He wouldn't be deaf in one ear. He wouldn't be near the point of crying because he was so horrified. Raccoon staggered on his first few steps, but managed to right himself. He reloaded the gun with shaking hands, just as a drip of blood slipped into his eye. Raccoon blinked, but it didn't come out. Great, now, on top of everything, his eye was burning and his vision was milky red. This day officially sucked. Raccoon fought off the urge to pout, instead scanning his surroundings again. He didn't wanting to be holding the weapon in his hands, he never wanted to hold one again, but if it was either him or a guard, it had sure as hell be him. He heard more bullets zipping past him, but he hardly paid mind. He was watching the girl mauling men with just her teeth and claws. How did she stand it? How could she taste blood and not get sick? He didn't even taste it and he was sick. But then again, he was also covered in the contents of a man's brain.

I had a little bit of muse xP

[Starkit12]

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Brute

Brute bared his fangs in pain as a bullet grazed his shoulder. Quick as a snake he turned and struck the man who had shot him. With fangs dripping with blood, he spun and again began stalking the way down the hall.

Sirens now filled the air and red lights began flashing on the roof. Brute snarled, wishing the sirens and light could turn off so he could hear and see properly. From behind there were still many kids breaking from their cells and facing the guards.

Brute had already smashed through a wall of them but knew he would not be able to keep it up for long. His legs ached from his endless hours of pacing and several bullets had meet his flesh. However, deep within the blood stream of Brute ran the characteristics of a predator and he leapt again at guards, clawing with talons and slashing with teeth.

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Riley

Riley held the gun with shaking hands towards some of the guards that began to leak into the room. Everywhere shots flew this way and that but Riley could not bring herself to pull the trigger. Even though she had been locked up for so many years and had to endure so much, she just couldn't bring herself to kill these people.

However, they were not going to get away with everything that had done and what they were doing now. The room's smell only grew worse by the minute with the reek of blood as both guards and kids were shot.

Riley again pushed the light blond hair away from her face and dropped the heavy gun. It made a loud clatter on the ground and Riley was pleased to see that it diverted the attention of some of the guards for just a few moments.

In that time frame she moved her wrists and instantly spider threads began making a web against the doorway where all the guards were pouring from. The sticky substance held tight against the wall and many of the guards began to get tangled in it, just like a fly that flew into a small spider's web.

Then just as quickly as she had dropped the gun, Riley moved to the side of a young man she had seen almost strangled to death. He still moved, unlike some of the other kids who lay still now in their own blood of pool. "Are you okay?" Her voice nervous and loud at the same time so Raccoon could hear her over the sound of the gunshots, sirens, and screams.

[Gloxinia]

{{Can I just say I thought that your post was AWESOME, Skittle? :D
I have a lot of muse today. o.o}}

:T O R I N:

Torin had, by now, sat himself down in one of the cells and had proceeded to eat the leftover food the inmate hadn't bothered to eat. Sure, it didn't taste very good, but he was a pretty nutrient-deprived kid. So, he ate what remained and traveled to the next cell, devouring what was left and humming in delight. Or, in what should have been delight. It was more of a habit thing. Maybe he did it twenty years ago.
Suddenly, he heard a different kind of gunshot. It sounded as though it had met directly with bone, and it made the boy's eyes widen. Quickly, he peered out, and saw an unfamiliar boy and girl standing before a fallen guard who had his head blown in. Torin frown in displeasure, crawling out timidly and over. He stopped a yard away, smelling the iron of the blood and the gunpowder.
"Now isn't that just disgusting," he muttered, nose wrinkling in distaste. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted movement from a guard that had managed to stray out of the web, pointing a gun in his direction. He narrowed his eyes to slits, the blood lashing out and knocking the gun away before tangling itself around the man's wrist. The attack was draining and made Torin pant, but like his previous opponent he tossed the keeper aside and into the chaos a little ways away.
The wisp came back suddenly, curling around his body in a spiral with the other two. He turned back to the body and two other prisoners, before realizing they were talking and hummed. "Pardon my intrusion. Have fun blowing more brains."
And with that, he crawled away into another cell to be a scavenger.

[skïttles]

thank you :)
i'ma go to a movie, when i get back i'll reply :)

[Noel]

Kiro Briht and Ren Kurone, in a hasty post before I go sleep

"Ren... they're coming! Run!" Kiro hated talking when he was that weak, it always made him feel like he was going to throw up. The effort of keeping flame burning in the hallway leading to their cells was exhausting, but it was keeping the guards away, if no keeping the bullets from coming. Screaming like he just had was vomit-educing. Ren twisted around and nodded, unlocking the last of cells that had the fortune to be near the escapees, before breaking into a run. Ren might have been small, but he was loud, and he knew he had to lead this escape. Hearing the minds of the guards for so many years had given him a basic layout of the floors, and he hoped he knew where the nearest exit was. Being the only one who did, Ren knew he had to make sure everyone knew to follow him as well.

That was going to be difficult in that chaos. Ren ran to end of the opposite end of the hallway, took a breath, and then shouted as loud as he could. "They're coming! Exit is this way, come if you don't want to die!" Hopefully that would get their attention, if not, too bad for them, Ren was not staying. He stayed for a brief moment, watching Kiro take a ragged breath and the fire in the hallways flickered out as the boy's strength left him. Kiro stood, dazed, until a bullet planted in his arm. The ripping scream of pain and anger was enough to snap Ren out of his momentary trance, raise his gun, and shoot the bastard who had just hurt the fire-boy. Being locked up for twenty years in the same cell had led to a rather protective state of mind for one another. Both Kiro and Ren were bleeding from their various wounds as were many others, but from the look of the others' powers, the ragtag group was putting up a good fight. But it was time to run, as Kiro couldn't keep away the larger groups that were coming any longer. Ren gave one last shout that everyone had better follow him or stay and die, before whipping around and sprinting down the hallway. Two rights, pass two doors, take a left, pry open the window, break the latch... Ren recited to himself for the hundredth time. That window was on the second floor, but from guards' thoughts he had learned it opened onto the roof of a lower first-floor part, which they could slid to the ground from. That would get them out of the building, which Ren had learned was actually almost right in the middle of a city. It was supposedly for research on the 'explosive' AC blooded people, which, thinking about it, is was. Just not in the way most thought.

They got to the window quickly, and with a less then elegant growl Ren smashed the back of the gun against the latch holding it shut(there was wire inside the glass, breaking it wouldn't help much) as hard as his small form could. It wasn't good enough, and from Kiro's look of despair Ren knew the older boy was too weakened to muster enough force either. Turning to those who had the sense to follow, he asked simply: "Can anyone of you bash this open? Like, now?"