►ʟᴏɴᴅᴏɴ ʙʀɪᴅɢᴇ ɪs ғᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ...◀ { Semi Lit }

[the timey thing]

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Rebecca D. Sanders

When it comes down to it, we all gotta live. Love you or not, I was never your friend.

{ Female, Single, Feral Mind }

---At first, nothing would reach her ears. All the sounds where blocked from her head and she didn't hear the beginning of the song, the first verse at least. Though, her grip was starting to loosen, the inhuman breathing and growl dying. A wave of calm, unstressed waves started pulsing through her until the beautiful sound of Mikail's voice reached her ears.

---When the music reached her, her grip on him was off and her arms moved tightly over her chest. The flares where even further down, the slit-like eyes she had complete gone. It was like she went completely beast, just keeping her human body and clothes. It was like Mikail was Beauty, and she, she was the beast. After a moment of standing there, she dropped to her knees, staring at the floor. The calmness she felt was odd, but it was relaxing.

---If she kept singing, Rebecca would surely stat the fall asleep. The power she felt earlier seemed like nothing, it was all gone. Just like that. All it took was a simple voice, a beautiful, calming voice. It was like an Angel, singing softly into her ear, that was how it appeared to her at least. Her eyelids started to get heavy, she now feeling a bit too relaxed, almost powerless. Most human's had to have some kind of power running through them all the time, but she felt too little of power like this.

[Tʜᴇ Fᴀʟʟᴇɴ Aɴɢᴇʟs]

Ｊａｃｏｂ Ｔｈｏｍａｓ

{ ᴊᴀᴋᴇ } { ᴍᴀʟᴇ } { ғᴇᴀʀ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ }

Jacob watched the girls arms come from his neck and she even dropped to her knees. He looked down at her and then leaned against the wall, kind of tired himself now. He yawned and shook his head, hearing her stop singing. He stood, though he felt tired still. He put his hands in his pockets and watched her talk to the girl and then raised an eyebrow in confusion. "So... Your power is singing and calming people?" He wasn't sure how that would be useful. Unless she could put people under a spell and give them suggestive thoughts while under the spell, if so, he was duck taping her mouth so she didn't cause to much trouble... Wait, there was that paranoia from his schizophrenia happening again. He had grown to notice it.

Ｍｉｋａｉｌ Ｊｏｈｎｓｏｎ

{ ᴍɪᴋᴀ } { ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ } { sɪʀᴇɴ sᴏɴɢ }

Mikail saw the girl let Jacob go and then calmed down. She gave a breath of relief, but she ran out of the song. She knelt down next to her and then put a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, are you okay now?" She gently touched the side of Rebecca's face and turned her head to face her. "Are you okay now?" She asked again, wanting to make sure she heard her. Her touch was gentle, not knowing what kind of state this girl was in. If she got angry again, she'd start singing again. She couldn't risk this girl going to strangle someone again.

Mikail looked up at JAcob and said, "apparently."

[the timey thing]

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Rebecca D. Sanders

When it comes down to it, we all gotta live. Love you or not, I was never your friend.

{ Female, Single, Feral Mind }

---When the girl stopped singing, she still felt come. Most of the rage in her eyes had gone, but some still flared up like a dying fire with nothing left to burn on. For a moment her eyes shut, jerking open when a feeling of something touch her face reached her. A shiver rand down her back. To her the touch was gentle, but the hand, oh that hand was cold as ice.

---"I-I'm fine."The girl muttered, staring at what looked like the boy's feet still. "I don't k-know what happened. I just lost i-it." Followed her last reply, she shaking her head and getting out of the state. She stumbled up, standing there to be sure she didn't fall. Her gaze fell over to the boy, no emotion showing in her eyes. She was just confused at how one minute she was calmed, then simply mad, then extremely mad it felt animal.

---After a moment, she fumbled her cigarettes out of her pocket, sticking one in her mouth. She stumbled over to the corner Jacob had confronted her in, picking up the Vodka bottle she had. Gulping slightly, she grabbed it and brought it to her lips, bringing it up and letting the clear liquid pour into her mouth. Bringing it down, she moved her arm over her lips and crossed them again. "Before I forget and never say it, name's Rebecca. Please just call me 'Becca, though. I hate my n-name." Although it wasn't as shaky, her voice still stuttered every once in awhile.

[bast,]

{ No pretty posts for now, sorry. I'll make them pretty when I get back home on the 7th, I think it is. They'll also be very short, because I have no time to post. ^-^; }

Samantha Wali;
Samantha woke up slowly. She looked around slowly, her head throbbing. When she looked down, she was stuck in an iron bar cage, which could only be 2 by 2 feet. She looked down at her hands. Or at least what she thought would be her hands. Where her hands should be, there were clawed fingers. She let out a small squeak, and stumbled back. looking wildly around.

David Cumberpatch;
David's eyes shot open, and he sat straight up. Nothing hurt, really, but his head was flooding with memories. Things from the past blurred across his vision for a moment, as if his brain was overloading. He couldn't see any other people around him, but that didn't stop him from stumbling to his feet.

[Princess Porcelain]

{|| Alice December Rose White ||}

ALICE still sat there, staring blankly at the floor she could barely see and allowing tears to slip unchecked down her cheeks, naturally tinted a pale pink. She struggled to remember something, anything that would connect her to her past, though she had a feeling that whatever that something was, it wouldn't be good. She suddenly came to the realization that there were objects in the pockets of her jeans and in a tool belt strung about her waist. She also noticed that there was something on her back, filled with objects whose ends tickled her skin. She pulled the thing off of her back and examined it, realizing that it was a quiver filled with a score of arrows and an unstrung bow. The moment she touched the bow, she realized she knew exactly how to use it. Well, at least I'm remembering something now, she thought. She strung the bow and toyed with its string to produce a twanging sound, but stopped immediately what she was doing when she heard a voice and notched an arrow, aiming it at the source. When she realized the voice came from another human being, and not a zombie or some other odd creature, she relaxed and put the bow and arrow down.

Alice listened to the girl's questions and waited until she was finished to reply. "I don't know. And I'm fine. I -- I can't seem to figure out what's going on." She shook her head and her hair fell over her face. "I'm confused. I don't remember anything. I know there's supposed to be something here, but I can't remember anything." She blinked her large jade-green eyes and stared at her bow and arrows before unstringing her bow and putting the arrow and bow back in her quiver and sliding it onto her back. She absentmindedly examined the contents of her tool belt, discovering a loaded gun, gunpowder, and a box of matches. She put them all back and sat there for several more minutes, thinking.

[.:Ѵuℓтuяe˩oveя:.]

ＪａｃｑｕｅｌｉｎｅＰｏｐｐｙＳｕｍａｒｏｗ
“You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.” ― Mae West
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Mᴇᴀɴᴡʜɪʟᴇ, Jᴀᴄǫᴜᴇʟɪɴᴇ ᴡᴀs busy looking for another exit. Besides the metal door, that is. She didn't want to quarrel or help out with anyone, Jacqueline figured it was best if she did her things on her own. Maybe there was a trapdoor or another secret door in here. Somewhere. Maybe anywhere. Still, she looked around. Jacqueline kept her axe out just incase she needed it to break something open. She knew that working with someone was a flaw--her flaw, so she decided to go on her own. Jacqueline poked some of the walls with the stub of her axe--the wooden part, && once it wouldn't shift a centimeter, she began circling the room. Poking the wall with this && that.

Once Jacqueline figured the walls were still stiff, she sighed, then walked over to her pod. Sighing, she held her head with a hand. I wonder why those scientists picked us, The girl thought, going deeply into her thinking mode. Why not anyone else? Like...like...well I don't know! Just someone else. Never had she let her emotions flow out of her, she kept them in. Not expressing them physically or verbally. Some of them blew out like a candle with a small, angered groan rumbling in her throat, she sounded like a wolf or so.

Jacqueline didn't realize the shadows around her gradually spreading && getting darker, because she was deep in thought. Very deep in thought.

[Evolve]

Terra Jones - Dermal Armor

Startled by the arrow pointing at her, Terra immediately froze. She had never had a weapon pointed at her before, she was scared. When the girl lowered her aim, Terra felt her heart beat again. She watched as the girl put the arrow back into and spoke; messing with her belt when she was finshed. "You're not alone," Terra began, "I think we're all on the same boat here. I have no idea what's going on either, even with the hollogram. It's all so...foreign." she fiddled with her dreads before touching the skin on her arm. With an eyebrow raise, she continued to feel her arm. "Hey." she walked closer to the girl with the arrow before further speaking, "Does your skin feel...weird?" she didn't bring up her vision to meet the girls' because she was too frightened by how her skin felt.

She pushed down on her skin and it felt like it hadn't moved at all. She began to lightly shake her arm, but nothing moved. She didn't have the normal skin movement. She stretched her arms out, palms facing the ceiling, and began to open and close the palms of her hands; it didn't feel different. It didn't feel tight. Why is it normal now, but when I touch it, it's hard? She questioned herself in her thoughts as she continued to be freaked out.

She remembered watching the guy break out of his pod with bloodied hands, she looked for him. As he was standing next to the door, she saw that his hands weren't bloodied anymore. They were normal. Grabbing a shard of glass from the pod he broke, she tried to prick her finger. Okay, brace yourself, Terra. It's only a little cut... She had never purposely harmed herself, so she was nervous. Okay on the count of 3. She raised the shard towards her left index finger. 1. She placed the shard onto her skin. 2. She took a deep breath in. 3! As she released her breath, she sliced down on her finger. Nothing. Her eyes widened as she looked at the girl next to her. "D...Did you see that?!" She dropped the glass as she looked at her cutless finger.

Ze'Shaun Dupree - Accelerated Regeneration

Ze'Shaun watched as Mikail sang to the angry girl. His eyes were wide at her actions, not knowing how she could get so angry. He had never in his life seen someone so angry. As Mikail continued to sing, he couldn't help but walk towards her. What's going on? Why am I moving? His thoughts ran about as his feet kept moving him closer to her. Is this her power? Trancing? He continued to think as he stopped a few feet away from her. His eyes quickly shifted to the once angry woman. She was calm. "Wow." he whispered as he couldn't comprehend what was happening.

He heard the girl state her name. Becca. In an instant reaction, he stated his name as well. "I'm Ze'Shaun. You can call me: Z, Ze, or my full name." He tried to sound normal, but couldn't help the slight scarceness of his voice from what he had witnessed. It creeped him out. Normal people weren't like this. Normal. That wasn't a word he could use anymore. Nothing about any of this was a normal situation. When his body regained control of his legs, he turned and looked back at the steel door that was still trapping them inside.

[the timey thing]

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Benjamin J. Yannick

Dead or alive, I will leave my mark on this world.

{ Male, Single, Plant Manipulation. }

---Benjamin continued to pace but once the hell over at the door broke lose, he couldn't help but turn and stare. It was two girls and a boy, the boy looking pretty mad. Though, the dirty-blonde-haired girl looked even worse. Animal even. Shaking his head, he watched as, when Mikail sung, everything in the room got calm. Even he did although he was further away. The song was one he knew well, but he knock it off and started looking for another exit. Maybe that door wasn't their only hope.

---The only thing he didn't notice was a strong urge of hunger shooting through his stomach. When he did notice, he started thinking about simple fruits. A thought of a raspberry bush, one rich with the juicy red fruit came into his mind. The pink tongue in his mouth ran over his cracked, sore lips and he hadn't noticed, in a crack, something started to sprout.

---Humming lightly, he turned and started looking through all of the rocks and concrete. There where so many wires, he almost getting shocked a time or two. When he did finally get shocked, he jumped back and yelped slightly, not really enjoying the feeling it gave. That would surely leave a mark on him.

---When he turned, his eyes went a little wide when he noticed a brand new bush sprouting in the corning. It was only just getting a good layer of bark when he glanced over. The boy walked over, running a hand over it to make sure he wasn't seeing things. Nope, this time, it was real. Did he do this? No, he couldn't have. It was impossible and it went against all logic.

[Princess Porcelain]

{|| Alice December Rose White ||}

--Astral Projection--

ALICE stared blankly at the floor until the other girl spoke again. She shook her head. "No." Alice's skin felt normal, perfectly fine, but she felt unstable, as if she could step out of herself and somehow still be alive. She felt like she could literally jump out of her own skin. It was an odd feeling, and it confused and intimidated her. After all, was it really possible to escape the confines of one's own body and, say, explore another dimension or possess someone else's body? Was it really possible to get out? And, if she could, would it be possible to get back in? Alice shook her head. The thought scared her too much; she wasn't going to try it now. She blinked at the floor, and was suddenly aware that the other girl's presence had suddenly left her. She looked up to watch the girl try and cut her finger, and was surprised when nothing at all happened. She didn't allow the emotion to show on her face, though; she didn't like allowing others to see bewilderment, sadness, or pain etched on her features.

When the girl, who looked just as surprised and disturbed as Alice felt looked over to her and asked if she'd witnessed the event, Alice nodded, thinking to herself, That girl's skin is like armor -- even in this light, it has an odd luster to it, like some type of metal. Alice sat there for several more minutes, not knowing what to do, but then her natural optimism kicked in and she thought to herself, All right, no more sitting around feeling sorry for myself. It's time to get up and do something useful. With that, she got up and looked around, trying to find everyone in the room with her eyes. She looked around, there were probably a good fifteen or twenty others -- all her age -- in the pod with her. She looked at the exit, a steel door trapping them all in here. She then turned to everyone else again. So, this is what I have to work with -- a group of people my age, in their late teens, who may or may not listen to reason and depending on their intelligence levels may not cooperate with me or with each other well. Brilliant. Let's see where this gets me.

Alice cleared her throat and began to speak to everyone else in general, louder than she would normally speak, and definitely loud enough to be heard by everyone in the room who felt like listening. "All right, it's official. We're all stuck here, with each other, and we could quite possibly be the last humans on earth. We all have to work together, or we'll all die together. There are undoubtedly zombies outside who can't wait to feast on our flesh, and I don't think they're going to take all the noise in here too lightly. We all need some type of weapons, we need food, and we need to get out of here as quickly as possible and find someplace safer. We'll get electrocuted to death with all the wires everywhere. We need to cooperate. I think we should search this room for a way to get that door open. If we stay in here indefinitely, we'll all starve to death. Anyone have any ideas?"

When Alice finished, she looked around the room, unsure if her message would have a good reception. For all she knew, the others might want her head now for telling them what to do. She wasn't normally this outgoing or this commanding, but right now, she felt the need to speak reason to everyone in the room. They didn't look like they were planning to listen or if they'd heard her at all at the moment, but she stood there anyway, waiting for a response.

[.:Ѵuℓтuяe˩oveя:.]

ＪａｃｑｕｅｌｉｎｅＰｏｐｐｙＳｕｍａｒｏｗ
“You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.” ― Mae West
darkness manipulator ; female ; single ; with everyone else ; inside a room in the main base
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Jᴀᴄǫᴜᴇʟɪɴᴇ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ the girl's reasoning (Alice), && she thought for a moment, looking at the dark-haired girl with lost-in-thought green eyes. She stood up, very quietly && glanced at her direction. “She has a point. We should get out of her as soon as possible. If we open that door, we're free. But along the way we got some zombies to kill,” Jacqueline looked at the group, those who were trying to pry the door open. “We should find a safe-house after all this.” She told everyone, loud && clear, as she folded her arms across her chest. Ideas were never expressed verbally from her, unless the situation was just like this. When Jacqueline finished, she sat down on her pod. The blonde made no eye-contact with anyone, but continued thinking about what good or bad possibilities that would be out there.