I will hopefully post tomorrow. I was trying to wait for more starting posts from other people, but I really do not want this RP to die!

Maryn~

My eyes pop open from a deep slumber. I glance around, still groggy and sleepy-feeling. I'm in an unfamiliar bed, in unfamiliar clothes, surrounded by unfamiliar people. My loose white gown barely comes down to my knees, but... that seems to be the least of my problems. My whole left hand is metallic, the palm glowing a strange purple hue, and making faint ticking and whirring noises. Upon further inspection, my right hand has two segmented fingers, making the same noise and glowing within the joints. In its socket, my right eye feels cold and unnatural, it's vision sharper and clearer than that of a normal human eye. All of these new parts have long wires snaking out of them into a large central device in the room. It looks like a large metal box with lots of buttons and switches on it. Many other wires are protruding from it as well as mine, all leading to other people in the room. Some are sitting up, looking around, while others are still asleep. I don't recognize any of them, but all of them have metal parts similar to mine. I wish I knew who they were, but my main question is: 

Where am I? And why can't I remember any of this?  

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Here I am! Sorry if this post is late, I was in CO for a week with really sketchy cell service so I couldn't post this.

I want to change my charrie's appearance a little, so i'm reposting her Charrie sheet.

Name (one of the few things you remember): Lydia Wilds

Age (how old do you look?  Most are under 18): 14

Gender Pronouns: she/her

Appearance:dark skin, gold eyes, red (like, dyed red) shoulder-length hair with a streak of white through it (would naturally be black), 5''5'

List of bionic parts: (Maximum of 4): Right arm is cybernetic and has a flamethrower, has wings, left leg is cybernetic.

Open to shipping?: yes

Other: in addition to being Cybernetic, she is genetically modified to be stronger than a normal human, but not OP.

Ollie-

There's bright light. Everywhere. I'm lying on a bed. There's people around me. A few are awake and they look just as bewildered as I feel. I search my mind, hoping, somehow, I can remember who I am and where I am.

I hear some footsteps and murmuring. I duck down. There's some people speaking to each other. One of them looks around. They're not too old, they couldn't possibly work here. I hope they didn't work here. 

Deciding the people are harmless, I slip off the uncomfortable mattress, and cautiously approached the group.

As I stumbled past the other beds, I finally remembered something. My name. My name was-- is --Oliver.

Eliana~

My shoulder hurts as I slam it into the door over and over, but I don't want to stop. It's stupid, it's pointless, it's the only thing I can do at the moment. Finally the other girl hits the door in frustration and we stop. "That worked," she mutters.

"What if we used a bed like a battering ram?" I suggest. She shakes her head.

"We can't, the beds are all bolted down. What if we picked the lock?"

"There isn't anything sharp enough and I don't think I know how anyway. Do you?" She shrugs and we continue bouncing ideas off each other. Whoever's put us all in here knew what they were doing. They didn't leave anything that could be used for an escape attempt.

"Wait," someone calls. Everyone turns to the speaker, who has pretty brown eyes and scattered freckles. She faces the wall behind her bed and suddenly shoves the line between the panels with a surprising amount of force. Even more surprisingly, the two panels collapse outward, revealing a room behind with a huge, vaulted ceiling and a balcony overlooking blinding blue skies and golden sand. Are we in a desert?

"Where are we?" someone asks, echoing my thoughts. My partner in the failed escape attempt walks towards the room's new exit.

"Maybe we should start with introductions. I'm Becka." The girl who opened the wall nods. 

"I'm Ailith."

I step forward. "I'm Eliana. But I think I'd prefer Eli." Everyone says their name, and I do my best to remember them. The tall boy with the dark hair who keeps asking where we are is Dorian. The girl who was outside the room watching us is named Aubereine. The girl who got scared when Aubereine came inside is named Monica. We've all been somehow changed with robotic parts. 

"So, does anyone remember anything?" A girl asks. Her name is Maryn, I remind myself. "I can't even remember what I'm doing here. Or who did this to me." There are murmurs of agreement. 

"All I know is my name," replies Oliver, "And I'm not sure I want to know who did this." Aubereine lifts her head and speaks for the first time since sharing her name.

"You don't," she says quietly, her voice hardly above a whisper. I look into her face, but she won't meet my eyes.

"Aubereine, do you know where we are? Or why we're here? Or anything?" She shakes her head. "How long have you been here?" She steps away from me, ducking her face behind long, tangled hair.

"A long time. A- a very long time."

"How long is long?" And how long will the rest of us have to stay here?

Becka puts out her hand. "Leave her alone. She's scared, like us, and she probably doesn't know any more than we do." I nod my acceptance.

"Let's go see what's out here."

I groan and look around, realizing that i have no idea who, what, or where i am. All i ca remember is my name. Lydia. Around me, people are talking. My skin is on fire with pain as i realize that my arm and leg feel cold and metallic. Around me are two bat-like metal wings that seem to sprout out of my shoulder blades. I shriek, and try to push them away from me. Instead, they launch me into the air. I shriek and then realize that the wings are part of me, so i can control them. Hopefully. i flap  them furiously, shoot up towards the ceiling, then slower, until i land gracefully on the floor. i then realize everyone's staring at me.

Post, please! :)

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