Nameless Subjects(semi-literate+)

[Annwyn]

{{Eh, sorry I had to have some matinence done on my computer >.< can I get a re-cap, por favor? And I still may a bit slow with replies, just to let you know, my computer still has a few bugs that need working on.}}

[skïttles]

{ { recap ::
1. Ren released them
2. They started running and began fighting/shooting at/mauling the guards
3. Brute broke through a window
4. Everyone else went through the window
--by now almost everyone has minor to major injuries--
5. Ren told them all to head toward the city that is just down the road, or they can go through the forest which is beside the road
6. I think everyone's characters are somehow moving toward the city/town
hope this helps :)
you didn't miss all too much, don't worry :)

[Annwyn]

{{Okay, thank you ^^ I was a little scared I'd missed too much haha. There were like 5 pages added on since I'd last looked xD. I'll be able to get my post done tomorrow! ^^ <3}}

[Annwyn]

{{Sorry it's soo long. I wanted to have everything about her escape covered lol.}}

.<< Anastesia >>.

Anastesia was leaning against the wall of her cell, totally lost in thought. They're late. Your supposed to be tested today!~ The singsong tone of Anastesia's other Voice irritated her. "Shut up...!" she muttered to herself. The Voice was right though. The people were late, she could feel her mental alarm clock going crazy in the back of her mind. Where could they be? Her thought was answered by the sound of gunshots...followed by screams of pure terror and agony. Anastesia bit her lip, debating on whether to try to get near the door to peak through the insulated glass and signal blocking metal of her cell door to see what was going on.

Seconds seemed to drag by like days as she mummbled and argued with her Voice about how good of an idea it would be to move. She heard footsteps, a struggle, and a loud final thump right outside her own door. The door swung open a bit later, and the little figure was there and gone before Anastesia could get near it. Get up. Move. Leave. It's an escape. the Voice said slowly, as if it were talking to a young child. Anastesia rolled her eyes. The thought of escape made her mouth go dry and her palms start to sweat. She knew nothing of what it was like outside anymore. She'd been here so long, and been through so much, all those memories had been pushed too far away for her to recall them. How could she function? Her thoughts were interuppted by the echoing sound of shattering glass, and a hoard of footsteps seeming to be chasing after the sound before it was gone. Only 2 came near her cell. Anastesia ducked into a corner near the door before they were close enough to see her and held her breath, as if it would make her invisible. She could hear one of the gaurds breathing heavily just outside of the door and talking to his partner. "Do you think she's still in there?" one of them muttered. It sounded as if the partner had shuffled uneasily for a few seconds before he responded. "No. Not this one, she's not stupid enough to stay when the door is wide open. With a mind like the one she has, that thing could be in California by now." Anastesia snorted at being called "that thing". After a few more minutes of debating, the gaurds left because of an emergency call on their radios. "Code Black. Level 7, Left Wing. All officers required."

Are you going to stand here all day? the Voice sneered at her. Anastesia frowned irritably and rubbed her temples; she was getting a massive headache. Cautiously as her lithe body would allow, Anastesia came around the door and poked her head out. Nobody, er... nobody living, was around that she could see. Several bodies were strewn down the corridor, some in better condition that the others. Broken glass and rubble littered the hallways as well, and as Anastesia stepped over bodies and broke glass and pebbles under her feet with every step, she became less aware of herself. She felt...as if she were someone else. And in a few short minutes, she was. Through Anastesia's eyes, Shiro looked around for anyone who could possibly hender her escape. So far, nobody was to be found that still had a pulse; the biggest threat the corpses posed were tripping hazards. Shiro guiding the vessel she was in control of artfully down the corridors. She knew exactly where she needed to be, and the growing noise of rammbling guards confirmed it. The crowd didn't notice her until it was too late.

Shiro tossed their bodies aside like ragdolls with a wave of her arms. The trick to lifting multiple people at one time was to practice. And over the past 10 years, she'd gained a considerable amount of skill from her testing and training sessions. A man ran towards her, threatening to shoot. Shiro only gave him a cynical smile. "Me? No.... I cost too much. Once merchandise is destroyed, how ever do you plan to retrieve it? You can't scavage from me this time." she tutted. Shiro pointed her arm straight out towards the guard, her palm open. When she flicked her arm to the side, his head was ripped ripped from his body. This also was tossed aside. Shiro guided Anastesia's body over the gore and passed out guards until she was at the broken window. Glass was stabbing into her feet with each step, and when she paused to stare down to the crowd of escapees running for safety, she finally felt the pain of her carelessness. Shiro shook her head, or Anastesia's head... She was confused for a moment. Who was she? Anastesia began to sway infront of the window. Everything was spinning and turning fuzzy. She fell forward through the window before she could steady herself.

The weightless feeling of free-falling enveloped her body for a few seconds before she landed on the ground, her back being the first thing to touch down. The pain was almost too much for her to handle. Anastesia's head felt as though she'd gotten a concussion, her feet were cut all to hell, and she nearly couldn't breath. Anastesia cried out in pain and covered her chest with her arms, trying to roll over and run. She coughed up mouth fulls of blood as she struggled to get up onto her knees, the more she breathed the less air she seemed to be able to get. Anastesia stummbled to her feet and ran blindly towards a forest. Other people were going that way, so it must have been safe.Through her clouded eyes, she couldn't tell what was moving, or even living, and what was not. The adrenaline in her veins was dulling the pain, and she was afriad if she tried to clam herself or rest for too long, the pain would be too much for her to handle. Anastesia clutched her chest tighter and coughed again, careful to make as much noise as she could so if someone was near, they could hear her. She tried as hard as possible to keep herself together and keep moving. If she did have a concussion like she though, it was better to try not to rest. "I'm in so much trouble.." she almost chuckled. She had no idea why she was laughing, or would even want to laugh at this time. Another bout of coughing broke her train of thought, and Anastesia continued on in silence.

[Vespur]

-Sorry to say but Raven haired, and blood whipper is on the back of a dragon so I don't think he is just running. I am sorry but that was a recap as well. Also, posting tomorrow promise. (:-

[cirque_du_freaklover]

Username: Cirque_du_freaklover (Call me Cirque)

Chosen Name:
Alexander Newton
Nickname:
Alex
Age they look/act:
16
Gender:
Male
Sexual Orientation:
Striahgt

Description:
Has black hair that end at his ears, has a slight wave to it, he has bright yellow eyes, which you'll know why when you read about his powers. He has a few freckles here and there, and not eactly tan skin but isn't completely pale either, he has proment dimples when he smiles. Also a burn mark on his shoulder from something that happened in the past.
Height:
7 feet and 7 inches
Weight:
190 lbs

Personality:
Alex has a carefree demeanour, but htat doesn't mean he isn't caring to those he trusts. He'll put up a good fight and never backs down from a fight until it's over. He is usually fairly calm but if you get him mad watch out and take cover, you'll regret getting him mad. He tends to twitch a lot and has a hard time staying still for more than 30 seconds, he has a lot of energy and can go for hours sometimes, but afterwards he crashes and is dead to the world for up to a whole day.
Do you remember anything from before?(Small things at most):
A baby sister, I remember a baby sister I had.
Power?:
Controls Electricity, and can make technology work even if it has been dead for a hundred years.
Also can cause weather disasters (not weather in genral, just the disasters liek tornados and lightning sotrms)

Downsides of power?
He can burn himself out, like a lightbulb
He has to be careful around water, he can electricute himself (doesn't mean he can't take showers he just has to be very careful.
The disasters can get out of control and he isn't immune to any of it, can easily be killed like any other human.
Crush?(Fill out later if not applicable):
Nope, not yet

[Annwyn]

-Sorry to say but Raven haired, and blood whipper is on the back of a dragon so I don't think he is just running. I am sorry but that was a recap as well. Also, posting tomorrow promise. (:-

{{Okay thanks for the tid-bit :P I'll edit. Otherwise my character is hallucinating. xD}}

[skïttles]

-Sorry to say but Raven haired, and blood whipper is on the back of a dragon so I don't think he is just running. I am sorry but that was a recap as well. Also, posting tomorrow promise. (:-

{{Okay thanks for the tid-bit :P I'll edit. Otherwise my character is hallucinating. xD}}

ack...sorry about that xP
i probably should have said that, but then i was like: nooo...cuz that would be selfish and center on my charrie xP
btw, your post was awesome :)

[Noel]

((I was offline all yesterday due to a class trip, I'm back now. ^^ If anyone needs a recap, just PM me and usually I can provide one. (:
Cirque: There were many typos in your form, which normally I could overlook, but it wasn't very long or detailed either. Not accepted.
Everyone else: If I'm gone, feel free to just improvise out plot. ^^ I don't mind at all.))

Ren Kurone and Kiro Briht
Injured and exhausted

Abandoning everyone and collapsing into the dirt and waiting to die was seeming like a better and better option with every passing minute, to Ren anyways. The boy had always been small and weak; taking a bullet to the arm and shoulder, and breaking a rib or two had not been good for him. An already weakened Kiro was supporting him as he half-walked, half-ran, and half-stumbled. At that rate, both of them were going to crumple to the ground and be done. Twenty years of planning hadn't been enough for them to realize that this could end up happening.
Sure enough, running down the curve of the road through the trees, it began to branch off into paths and houses. Ren and Kiro both froze up, looking around them at all of the light, cars, and... everything they hadn't seen for the past four decades. A good bit had changed over time as well, and for a brief moment they were both paralyzed. Ren, who had absolutely no memory and all he knew was from the thoughts of guards, was stunned. This was what the world looked like...? It was... bright. Flashing. Everything seemed to light up and move, and there were people... The image was blurred and confusing from lack of blood, but it was shocking nonetheless. And then slowly Ren smiled; how hard could it be to hide in such an active place?
Taking a sharp, pained breath, Ren made himself put together the effort to speak again. Making his small voice raise to a shout, although from that point on anyone could take the lead, Ren yelled:
"Someone... who knows anything about a city... find us a place to hide!" Ren had no memory at all of this kind of place, he was useless at trying to help. Taking a train away would be a good idea once they weren't covered in blood and injuries, but that was not an option right then. Most people didn't react well to gore coated children.

((Sorry this is short, I'm busy making up everything I missed yesterday.))

[Vespur]

[Cleo : Van : Blake]

Location: Near Dome Side, forest ahead
Talking to: Raven-haired boy
Pain: Mild 50% Cuts on Sides, right arm. Roof burned. Weak, and tired.
Form: Dragon
Emotions: Calming, Tired and weak mostly

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

With a soft tired sigh her body snaked though the forest with her muscles pulling as her claws dug into the soft dirt ground before digging hard into the dirt, then once her move was a success her claws let go again to propel her forward a good amount of speed though the thick dark forest. She was nervous at the start of the trip when the boy who was carried shrieked softly at the jump into the bushes with his fingers digging hard into her soft hair that stood against her spine, but what mattered most is the way his voice fluttered out scared with his legs gripping hard to her slick sides she could tell he was scared. Form that moment on she avoided leaps, hard bounds, and top speed she could do. If it wasn't for the two she would have bounded off much faster than before to reach a speed of twenty for a good few miles, but for now she stuck with under fifteen for their sake as the trees she came against sliced against her sides. She growled lightly at another tree adding to her mark of scars. This one though felt pained against the many others against her side, and as she let an eye move to the side of her skin she noticed a small trickle of blood flowing from the small added on cut. Even as she ran she could feel before in her mind the soft tangle of another's hands that twisted into her fur. It felt nice to not have her hair jerked hard this time, and against her voice she rumbled softly in a soft purr of pleasure in her own voice with her mind knocking against the dragon.
After a few more minutes her claws began to feel the uphill that took then onto the street as said by the leader before hand. Her body stopped moving jerking slowly to a stop against the gravel, and then her large head turned to the boys with a look of the human in her eyes. "Go on?" she mouthed to the raven-haired with a look of tired, worn, weakness inside her already burning muscles. With this amount of time, and the pain she took in both forms she could swear once they would rest she would not be able to do much then slowly walk then. With tough hard breaths of air in her lungs she waited for his answer, and joyful for a few moments of rest.