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

[bast,]

{ Quick fancy post before I leave, sorry the formatting is a little blah }

Nickname Sam
Where In the lab
With Everyone
Doing Handing out files
Power Animal Morphing

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Sam Turned back to the desk, and pulled the drawer with each of their files out more. She grabbed each of them, and began reading off their names, louder than everybody in the room, so they could hear her. They seemed to be organized by gender, girls first, then boys. Other than that however, they seemed to be in no particular order. "Mikail Johnson. Rebecca Sanders. Alice White. Terra Jones. Dakota Manson. Azalea Brenton. Jacqueline Sumarow. Iris Harwell," She called out all of the girls names, gently setting each folder down on the ground for them to come pick up. She wasn't yet sure who was who, and didn't know who was still sleeping. She grabbed the boys folders from on top of the desk, clutching the thin labcoat tighter around her. Jacob Thomas. Steven Fornell. Mr.Mystery?" She chuckled at the last name, then gently dropped each of the folders on the ground, continuing. "Daryl Yuen. Benjamin Yannick. David Cumberpatch. Matthew Zypher. Ze'Shaun Dupree. Maxual Iro," She slowly read off the rest of the names, dropping their folders among the others. "There, now we all know what we can do." She smiled happily nodding at the small amount of work she did. But although it seemed small, she knew it was an important piece of getting out of here.

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Nickname David
Where In the lab
With Everyone
Doing Reading File
Power Memory Manipulation

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When the pain finally subsided, David stood on shaky legs. He took a few steps before crumbling once more to the ground. After that spill however, David felt much better. He stood up and got a better look of the room. It seemed that everyone was out of their pods, mostly, and milling around. Some were fighting, and some were standing dangerously close to sparking wires. He heard his name be called out, and walked over to where he heard the voice. There was a girl standing there, dressed in a lab coat. She obviously wasn't a scientist however. She was about the age of the rest of the people in the room, and didn't seem to be wearing anything other than the coat. He picked up the file with his name on it, and opened it carefully, to make sure anything didn't fall out. The first thing he was was his name, followed by the words 'Memory Manipulation'. "Memory Manipulation? Well, that would explain what happened when I got out of my pod."

[Princess Porcelain]

[I should add that it takes a lot of concentration for Alice to use her power voluntarily, and she can normally only use it when she's extremely frustrated, disturbed, or panicked.]

Alice looked around for something useful to pry the door open with, assembling everything she'd already found on a mostly empty table. She had found so far a crowbar, a hammer, and a few nails, odd things to keep in a laboratory but useful nonetheless. She decided to search her tool belt again for something useful. She discovered nothing except what she'd already found, a lovely revolver, some gunpowder, and a few matches. She put them back and searched her quiver again, looking through it for anything other than her bow and arrows. Still nothing. Alice was going crazy now, and the strange feeling she'd had earlier was returning, this time with more force.

This time, it felt like she was being pushed out of her body by an outside force, not drifting away. This made her even more frantic, but instead of giving into the sensation, she breathed in and out slowly until she had calmed down. When she was calm, the feeling slowly ebbed until it had left her completely. She stood there for several seconds, thinking. My power must be affected by my emotions. If I'm calm, I can't use it. If I'm panicking or frustrated, it will go into auto mode and force me out of my body, she thought. Maybe I should try to do it voluntarily.

Alice breathed in deeply and closed her eyes, concentrating. She tried to moved out of her body, to reach out with some part of her that wasn't physical and grasp another perspective of the world. Slowly, ever so slowly, she slipped out of her own skin and levitated to the ceiling, watching what was going on. The scene looked very chaotic -- everyone moving about confusedly, arguing and going crazy. Alice floated around the room to get a view of her body. She still stood where she had been before escaping her body -- right beside the table. But her features were no longer etched with frustration; she had assumed a calm, emotionless expression, her eyes closed and her body swaying as if she were in a deep trance.

The more Alice watched herself, the more she felt drawn to her body, so she could get back inside and control it. What if I could control it from up here, though? she thought. She decided to give it a try, using her willpower to make her eyes open and make herself continue searching for something useful. No matter how far she allowed her body to move away from her, though, and no matter how many people obscured her vision of it, she still felt drawn to it. She felt drawn to herself, so she could get back in. In this form, Alice decided she would explore the room, searching for something she could use to help the others escape, or at least survive until they could find an exit other than the door. There weren't any windows that she could see -- that avenue was useless. She continued floating around the room, waiting for something to happen and watching for any useful items.

When she saw Sam handing out files and calling her name, she made her body walk over and get it, and then she made it sit down with the file, glassy-eyed, still in a trance. She would read the file later; right now, she wanted to see exactly how much was possible while she remained outside her body.

[I'm going to leave it at that -- if anyone would like to approach Alice's body while she is still out, I believe that would be an interesting thing to see. c:]

[Talvace]

(I have zero muse for this. I'll try to reply sometime tonight, though. >.<)

[Tʜᴇ Fᴀʟʟᴇɴ Aɴɢᴇʟs]

{ Please disregard the file being given out with the power on it. I have PMed Starry, but, as she said earlier, her flight will take a while. }

[Talvace]

[Why are you asking us to change so many things? I mean, I know it's your role play, but does it really matter that much?]

[moo,]

{ i think I can reply tonight. recap please? }

[Princess Porcelain]

[Bump.]

[Evolve]

(i'm waiting to reply due to the apparent rp issues. Did anyone reply from your pm?)

[Talvace]

(I currently do not have internet and will not be able to reply for a while. This is affecting StrobeEffect as well.)

[Talvace]

Steven Fornell

{ m a l e } - { i n t a n g i b i l i t y } - { a l o n e }

..........Of all the people Steven had ever met, this girl had to be the most thick headed idiot of them all. "You aren't listening to a word I said!" He said in a barely contained snap. "That plan is all fine and dandy, but you have to plan for every possible situation." There was a clear snarl in his words now, almost nothing holding back his frustration. "Someone gets bit, you say we observe them. How do we know they don't change right away? What exactly do we observe? What if they change and that draws the rest of those... things here? We need to plan on the worst thing possible. That way, things can't go any worse. We need to plan on there being nothing out there." Steven's chest was heaving, the overwhelming desire to be anywhere but there flooding over him.

........"If it's been years like that hologram said, there might not be anything behind those doors except a dilapidated building and infected things trying to devour us. Once we open that door, we are sealing our fate. We will eventually die because of those things. I'd like to at least have planned to the best of our damn abilities before we do that."

Matthew Zypher

{ m a l e } - { p o i s o n . m a n i p u l a t i o n } - { a l o n e }

.........The canvas bag was heavy in his hands as he pulled it into his lap. He didn't know what was in it, but it felt solid, like a brick or a book. Glancing up at the few people around him, flinching when the boy with the paper in his hands finally snapped at the naive girl trying to get them to venture out, Matthew quickly turned all of his attention to the bag. It wasn't anything fancy, just a drawstring canvas bag with a Harley Davidson Logo across the front. Odd, normally those were only in America. 'I wonder if that's where we are,' he thought to himself as he fingered the strings on the bag.

........When the yelling from the Asian looking boy finally died down, Matthew looked up at the boy nearest to him, he'd backed up a bit from what he could see, and smiled lightly before pulling the top of the bag open. When nothing happened, nothing popped out or exploded, Matthew released a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding and reached inside. He pulled out a thick notebook, bound in a hard, black cover, set it in his lap and then emptied the rest of the contents on top of it. A few of the things were strange to him, but he easily recognized what looked like a hunting knife and his wallet. Without question he slipped them into his pockets, placing the other objects on the floor in front of him. "I wonder whose this was," he mumbled, flipping the notebook open.