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You hold on to your mum's hand.
"Mummy, where are you taking me?"
"Somewhere safe, honey." You look into her mind, and realize she's lying.
"Mummy, you're lying."
"Just stay with me, Samie." She grips you harder, pulling you into the dark place. A man in a lab coat smiles at you.
"Hello, sweetie. Just come closer and sit in this chair."
"I don't wanna, mummy," you whine. The man's eyes narrow and he shoves you into the seat.
"HOLD HER DOWN!" the man cries. Your mother grabs on to your shoulder and you scream. The man jabs a needle into your arm and you slowly black out.
So! Another rp! In this one, certain children have powers and are put away. The government is evil, and they put away the children in a secret location and brainwashed them, making them think that the world outside was evil and horrid. However, the only reason the government put them in their so they wouldn't revolt. However, a selected few know of what the government is doing and are planning to escape.
These powers are mosty psychic. The government also allows tests on these children. If the children don't behave, they are sent to the 'Happy Room'. This 'Happy Room' is actually a shock room, which removes memories and makes people more 'happy', AKA they are absoluetly brain washed. the certain chidlren who know of the government's powers can sorda put up with this.
MY CHARACTER!
Name: Spike (I'm using my fella from Newborn City)
Appearance: Short blue hair that spikes up. Tall, brown eyes, wears long boots and jeans. Short tanktop.
Personality: Harsh, dark, a loner. Has long ago given up on escaping, and keeps her secrets with herself. Has no friends, and people whisper about her past... Can burst into tears at random moments, but when she wants to do something she gets it done fast and I quietly as possible. Althetic and resourceful, doesn't share her smart cleverness with anyone else.
Power: She gets into other's brains and uses their memories and thoughts, transforming it into bursts and bright energy. She can also miliuplate the mind, but sometimes she gets overrunned with memories and breaks down screaming. When this happens, she is put to the 'Happy Room'.
Other: Her real name is Milani Pequrtiyta, but prefers to be called Spike.
submitted by Danie
(June 29, 2015 - 6:54 pm)
(June 29, 2015 - 6:54 pm)
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(July 11, 2015 - 8:14 pm)
I'm so sorry I wasn't posting!
Banette~
After choking down two spoonfuls of some disgusting slop the chefs call food, I have to just stop eating. There is no way I will be able to eat this whole thing without retching, so I slip it to the person across from me, who is eating it like it's a strawberry.
Strawberry. Where'd that word come from? What is it? What's a strawberry?
Closing my eyes, I think very hard. Strawberry, strawberry. And suddenly it's there, a red, ripe, juicy fruit, a berry, with seeds littered around it and a cap of leaves on top.
It looks so good. So colorful.
I haven't seen much color in years.
The next question comes up. How did I remember it? I was in the Happy Room only yesterday, after finding out the grates were guarded. Wait, how did I remember that too?
How did I remember that I forget things in the Happy Room?
I don't understand. I want this to go away. I don't want to remember anything else, not knowing is fine. I don't want to be tantalized by things that I cannot have. Please, please no.
I squeeze my eyes shut and push my ears together, as though that will make things any better. Instead, I see something worse.
Mom....
That's my mother. And I know what a mother is. She looks so happy. And is that me? That's me, I'm right next to her.
I'm happy.
A tear trickles down my cheek, followed by another, and another. A new scene emerges...
My father. My father, holding a knife over my mom. I'm crying as he holds me by the wrist.
I haven't cried for so long, but I cry now. I cry and cry and cry.
I'm fairly aware of hands grabbing my arms. We aren't supposed to cry, there isn't supposed to be anything to cry about.
I suppose I'm going to the Happy Room.
But the only thing on my mind is the man I called father, the man I called father digging a knife into my mother's chest.....
(July 12, 2015 - 4:06 pm)
Edith~
l watch as the Testers drag Banette out of the room. Tears are running all over her face. Why is she crying? We're not supposed to.
She's remembering. Just like Jason and Grace. Tears well in my eyes. l am jealous of them. Why do they remember, but not me?
l scan the room, hoping for answers. l notice that Spike is gone. The Tester standing guard glares at me. l would like to telepathically tell that Tester exactly what l thought of her, but then l would get in trouble.
l sign and poke the slop and wiggle in my chair. The chair is uncomfortable to sit in with wings and their weight tugs at my back. l swing them back on forth, watching the feather tips brush the ground.
If only l could just fly out of here. lf l could remember. But l can't remember a thing.
(July 12, 2015 - 5:38 pm)
Spike~
So, the Happy Room. James' temper went poof to the wind.
I sit in the chair, and let the memory takers do their work.
Remember, remember, remember what you need.
Why did they make me do another session while I should have been at dinner? It's as if... No. I haven't tried it in years. A rebellion.
It almost worked. Almost worked. I almost got everyone to join me and try to defeat them...
No use. NO USE AT ALL. They got me to the ha-
Why the heck am I remembering this? The Happy Room made me forget all of this... This seems strange. I-I remember it... I'm suppose to forget?
Who is doing this? Who the heck is doing this?
I grip the chair's sides and hiss slighty.
This isn't suppose to happen. I feel frustrated.
Did this happen to everyone...? I look into the people's minds.
Banette. She remembers.
Jason remembers.
Grace, Link, others.
But before I can look into the minds of a few more, there is giant slam, and one of the walls of the Happy Room coming crashing down.
One of the Holders yell, and I push myself off the chair, readying my hands.
Three- No, four, five, six, too many to count, they come in bundles. Men covered in greenish transparent clothes, that looks hot to touch and spikey. They carry... Guns. Another thing I remember.
"We are here to take the ones who know." One of the creaks, a robotic and terrifying sound. It-he?- Grabs me, and I feel myself get punctured by a small needle.
Dark.
Blackness.
I feel elasped in dead black.
(July 12, 2015 - 10:43 pm)
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(July 14, 2015 - 7:15 pm)
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(July 24, 2015 - 12:02 pm)
Oh my gosh! I didn't realize you guys got so far! Sorry I haven't been posting!
Lydia-
I can't believe this. I'm sitting in the lunch room, and all of a sudden, people start whispering. About things from their past. One girl is dragged out screaming and crying. I remember that my mom brought me here, but nothing else from the outside world. I don't remember her face, what she looked like, nothing. I poke at my slop distastfully. I sure wish I had a hamburger. I freeze. Outside, grilling, green grass, and watermelon, chips and salsa, and hamburgers. I just got a flash of memory. I stare at my plate, trying to picture it. Bottom bun, meat, lettuce, tomato, onion, ketchup, mustard. A big wedge of pink watermelon. I don't care what they do, I don't care how many time they take me to the Happy Room. I have to remember hamburgers. I choke down the rest of my slop and make it to testing in time. My tester, Ms Valary, frowns at me through her spectacles.
"So, you're here at last," she huffs.
"Yes, ma'am," I reply, sitting in the chair.
"Well, today we will see how long you can hold your maximum capacity, seven gallons, as deduced by the last leson." Fear floods my body, and I start trembling more violently. This test could very well be life threatening. Of course, not that they care. She gestures impatiently to the tub at the end of the room.
"Well, get up then," she orders. I stand up and hold up my shaking hands. The water rises from the basin and she starts a timer. Five minutes. Ten. Fifteen. Twenty. My legs start to feel weak and I know that soon I will pass out. My vision is rimmed with black and my knees buckle. Just to annoy her, as I hit the ground. I splash my tester with seven gallons of water. Then I black out.
(July 27, 2015 - 3:51 pm)
Grace-
When I come out of the Happy room, my mind feels all fuzzy, but to my surprise I still remember everything that I knew about this place. The testers probably don't care about their job enough to bother doing it right. I even remember that they took me there to make my teleportation weaker. I go to my room and stand against one wall. I try to teleport but my mind is so fogged up that I can't do it. I'll try again later. I might as well head down to the testing room now. I can't risk going to the Happy Room again because I'm late for tests.
*********
When I arrive, the tester immediately sits me down in one of the dentist chair things. Wait a second, how do I know what a dentist's chair is? Oh well, I'll go back to that later. The woman attaches two tubes with suction cups on the end to my head.
"Grace, these things transmit your thoughts onto this computer screen, so that I can see them. I want you to think of your favorite food for me, ok?"
"Alright," I say, faking confusion.
I know that we're not supposed to have a favorite food because we aren't supposed to remember any food worth eating. They must know that there's something wrong with the Happy Room drugs. Well, I'm not letting anything slip. I leave my mind blank, letting my thoughts wander only as far as the disgusting slop we eat every day.
Next she tells me to think of my favorite sibling. Once again I leave my mind blank, not letting the testers know about the Sylvie that Jason said he remembered.
After a few more questions, she tells me to get up and try to teleport. I try as hard as I can, but all that comes out is a sizzle of electricity.
"Good," says the tester. "You may return to your room now."
Boy oh boy, these testers sure are going to be in for a surprise when I come back fully recharged and teleport past the walls (don't worry this won't actually happen until possibly at the end) along with everyone else that was supposed to spend a lifetime in this horrible building.
(July 28, 2015 - 9:38 pm)
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(July 29, 2015 - 3:45 pm)
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(July 28, 2015 - 8:58 pm)
OK, I'm sorry, I know I was one of the last to post, but nobody else is, so I'm posting again.
Lydia-
Blinking awake, I hear the alarm blaring, a single red light flashing in the darkness that is home. My door slides open and I see several dozen other people flooding down the halls. a voice from a speaker that I didn't know we had shouts harshly.
"ATTEMPTED ESCAPE! CODE 481516! ALL OCCUPANTS, PLEASE PROCEED TO THE CAFETERIA WHILE WE DEAL WITH THE ESCAPEE." Everybody is whispering. "... why would they want to leave?" "... only safe place..." "... dangerous out there!" But then I see a couple. Several actually. With the prospect of escape, comes hope. It's writen all over their faces. I don't have time to count or name them, but I know they're there. So I'm not the only one. Others are remembering too. At the caferteria, they all sit together, even though I know that they don't know about one another. Just luck, I guess. I sit at the table with them and lean in close, my blue eyes fixed on one of the guards nearby.
"So," I murmur. "What are you starting to remember?" They all stare at me, shocked, then their gazes insinctively cast to different guards.
"I- I don't know what your talking about," stammers Jason nervously.
"No- no idea," agrees another kid, Edith, her voice gone shrill from fear.
Banette stays quiet. I roll my eyes.
"Come on. We can get out together if we put our heads and memories together. So what do you remember?"
"Scream a little louder, will ya?" hisses Edith. I brighten.
'So, what are you starting to strike up? Rebellion? Memories? Stronger powers?" Jason leans in, his intent eyes fixed on me.
"My Sister, Grace, is the on trying to escape. She's devleoped stronger teleportation powers. She's been practicing for a few days now and we think she's strong enough to go through walls."
I turn to Edith.
"And you?"
She glares at me. "Why should I tell you? How do I know that you're not gonna go and tell?" Jason winces, regretting his desision to tell me.
"I'm not going to rat you out. I promise. I swear on my life. If I break that promise, you have a right to kill me."
She relents and turns back to look me in the eyes.
"Nothing, okay? But I'm waiting for my next chance to go to the HR." She jerks her head toward Jason. "J here said that the machine might be backfiring." We all turn expectantly to Banette. She frowns.
"You first." I run my hand through my short, spiky white hair.
"I remember Hamburgers and watermelon. Some sort of string lights hanging over a room with no walls, no ceiling, just a floor and a sort of crisscrossing beams for the roof." Banette nods.
"I remember strawberries and my fatther killing my mum." We all stare at her. Suddenly, a spark and crackle of electricity snaps besdie Jason. And there's Grace, looking frazzled and dirty, her hair standing on end. She pushes it down quickly to avoid notice.
"I can't stay out there for long." She wheezes. "The power sucks me back. But I did see something." She pauses and pretents to be talking about how horrible the escapee is as a guard passes by. When he leaves, she continues.
"Men in green suits. They had Spike." She lowers her voice so as to avoid notice. "They said they were here for the ones who remember."
Also, Top! I hope my post encourages other to continue.
(August 20, 2015 - 8:32 pm)
Edith~
But l don't remeber anything. l think. So l'm safe. "l can try to telepathically communicate with Spike," l say to the others. "But there's something in these walls that hinders it."
l close my eyes and feel about for Spike. But she isn't there. She's been taken father away then l can reach. "l can't tell where she is. They've taken her somewhere."
"If the men in the green suits are coming, then we've got to find out some way to escape," says Jason. He shudders. "Who knows what they'll do to us."
"Right," says Lydia, glancing around for the Testers, but there aren't any in sight. "Does anyone remember anything useful? Like how we got in, any exit doors, that sort of thing."
No one does, not yet anyways.
"Between our powers," says Banette, "do you think we could overpower the Tester and get out of here?"
"Yes, but we don't know the way out of here. And we can't leave Spike," l say. "l could protect a few people from whatever weapons the Testers have, but not everyone."
"Wait, Edith, can you fly?"
"Of course not."
"Well l've never seen you barely move your wings. Why don't you even try?" l feel embarrassed. l don't want to fly. l'm probably not human. l'm different.
(August 21, 2015 - 4:11 pm)
TOP!!!!!!!!!!! OH MY WORD WHY IS NO ONE POSTING!!!!
(August 21, 2015 - 2:27 pm)
I'll post from Jason's PoV tomorrow. I'm so happy this thread is coming back. It'so one of my favorite RPs!
(August 21, 2015 - 9:29 pm)
Top!
(September 5, 2015 - 7:31 am)