Banette~

My room is dark. Very dark. There are no windows, and why waste electricity on prisoners when we have very little? 

My bed is a cot smaller than me in the corner of the room, and I sit there now. No one here to speak to me, to comfort me because I want dearly to escape but I don't know how.

I want to tell someone what's all bottled up in here, but I can't speak. I want to write it all down, but I forgot how to write years ago in the Happy Room. 

Was it years ago? I don't know how long I've been here. I forget even coming here. I forget almost everything, because I try to escape. Some say too much.

I say there's no such thing.

The bell rings, and I report to breakfast. The same tastless slop we have every day.

The bell rings again. Testing.

If I don't go, I'll be sent to the Happy Room. I hate testing. It hurts, it hurts so much, and I can barely walk after it. But I know so much now, and I don't want to forget it.

I go.

"So," my tester says. "Let's see how long you can hypnotize this water for."

Water. I don't like hypnotizing ocean water. The ocean is stubborn and hot-headed and very, very difficult to control.

I close my eyes.

Move to the left.

Why?

Because I say so. Move to the left.

Moving to the left.

Now back to the right.

But that's pointless!

To the right.

Moving to the right.

Turn to-to a whirl-p-pool…

No way!
Do it!

No! Why should I?
Stop resisting! Do it!

No! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!

I gasp and pull myself out of the water's conctiousness, breathing in and out deeply, gasping.

"That wasn't very good at all," the tester says, shaking his head. "Why don't we do it standing up, on this goldfish?"
Standing up! I can't stand up! I can barely breathe right now, how am I supposed to hypnotize something again? And standing up?
"Or maybe you want to go to the Happy Room?"

I close my eyes.

Do a loop-de-loop.

Who are you?
Does that matter? Just do a loop-de-loop.

Okay! Doing a loop-de-loop!

Now…. flick your tail out of the water.

Okay! Flicking tail!
And… and…. spin around in a c-circle…

Spinning around in a circ…..

I pop out, gasping. The room spins and the tester starts to fade, his eyes staring at me angrily. 

And then everything goes black.

I now that the story has already sort of started, but I would like to add a character…

Name: Nessa

Age: 14

Appearance: Blonde hair that is almost white. Bangs cover her purple eyes (yes, people can have purple eyes), is small for her age, wears shorts and bright colored tshirts.

Personality: Vivacious and happy, is friends with most everyone and laughs all the time. Has a hard time learning or catching onto things, but when she gets it, she remembers it forever. Sometimes she will space out for a minute or two.

Power: She can stop time. If she wants to, she can stop time for other people too. 

Other: When she dreams, she sometimes gets snippets of her past, but not enough for everything to be put together or make sense. She also is not effected by heat or cold. 

Jason-

"You have failed your test!" yells the man who I have been forced to spend 2 hours of my afternoon with.

"I will now escort you to the Happy Room!"

"Ugh, not the Happy Room,"I think.

Every time someone goes in there, they get parts of their memory wiped. What's really annoying is that I think every time I go in there, this fact gets erased from my mind, and I have to relearn it. I don't really know though, because after coming out, I can't remember what happened earlier.

I get carried away in my thoughts and by the time I look up, We are at the door of the Happy Room.

"Wow, you really put up less of a fight than usual," the man says

"However, that does not mean that you don't have to go in this time," he says. "Just follow me…… OK good. Now sit down in this nice cozy chair."

I really don't want to, and I know what he'll do next, but I have no choice, there's no way out, except to trigger an alarm, which I've tried before. Let's just say that didn't end well and I ended up with a very long time in the happy room. I only know that because Grace told me about it.

I plop down into the soft chair and wait for the needle to be pushed in. When it is, I realize that this tester must be using a very torturous new memory wipe medicine stuff. This one makes you very, very calm and happy, but takes a VERY long time to start working. The whole time that you're calm, you know what's about to happen and you wish you could just get it over with,  but it works so slowly that you get really frustrated, and risk getting more time in the Happy Room. By the time the stuff finally kicks in, I'm surprised I managed to hold it together for so long………. And then everything goes black.

NO MORE CHARACTERS! Buggy, please make your character soon.

Hope¬

Yuck. 

Disgusting slop for breakfast as usual. Then it's testing. Well, I guess I could go to the Happy Room instead, but I think I'll prefer testing. I rarely go to the Happy Room, but the few times I did go, it was terrible.

I walk the short distance to the lab where I'm always tested. The doctor with the blonde hair sits me down and says, "Today, we're going to see what the heaviest object you can move with your telekineses. Sound good?"

It sounds terrible, but I know that if I disagree, I'll be punished. Missing a meal, or maybe even the Happy Room. "Sounds great!" I reply, as happily as I could. They said I would have to lift each object to the ceiling. That's five feet above my head, when I'm seated.

First I have to move a small rock. Easy. Then it's a plate. Still easy. On and on. It gets a little harder each time.

I start to get a headache. By the time they have me moving a 5 gallon bucket of water, my headache has devolped into a migraine. 5 objects later, I can barely stand. 

The last object I remember moving was a block of marble or granite or something that the scientest said weighed 20 pounds. Once it had touched the ceiling, my body crumpled. I fell to my knees. The world was fading around me. Everything goes black.

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I know that's short, but 'm not a person who likes to type long pieces of writing without planning them out. Sorry. 

Banette~

The first thing I feel is searing pain on my cheek. Opening my eyes, I see my tester getting ready to wack me again.

"You're finally awake," he remarks. "Good, I have one more test for you to do."

I cock my head and point at the bell in the far edge of the room, indicating, Lunch?

"You missed it because you were unconscious. There are no rewards for laziness. Now, we're going to see if you can control inanimate objects."

I stare for a minute. Non-living?! Impossible! They don't have a consciousness to worm into!

"Well, get on with it," he remarks, pointing at a plastic cup. "We don't have all day."

Actually, we do, I think to myself, but I don't say it aloud. Instead, I send mind daggers towards the cup.

I feel them drift into a thin layer of consciousness and stop. Voicing it as clearly and loudly as I can, I say, Fall over.

I can't see it, because my eyes are squinched tight, but I can hear the Tester applauding. So I say, Stand upright.

He cheers.

Leap into the air.

Jump to the side.

"Get it to pick up some water," he says.

Retrieve water from the tank.

Suddenly, there are two awarenesses to struggle with. I say, Dump out the water.

Um, are you talking to me?

I switch consciousnesses. Dump out the water. 

"Fantastic!" The tester cheers. "It's dinnertime!"
Panting, I open my eyes. I start to see spots, but ignore them and trop down to the mess hall, my legs feeling like hundred-pound weights.

Edith~

"Put the force field up," orders the tester. l glance nervously around. "Now! Or to the Happy Room with you!"

Feeling weak, l close my eyes and case out my mind like a net. When l open my eyes, the force field is in place, like a giant bubble, and faintly blue colored. 

l place my hand on its surface as the tester points a laser beam at it. The beam gets stronger and my head starts to hurt. l almost black out when the pain gets overwelling and l drop in force field. l crumple to the ground. 

"Get up. It's dinnertime," says the tester, harshly. l get up and head out the door, dizzy and almost tripping over my wings. 

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Over dinner l think over my list of things l want to know.

1. My last name.

2. Who my family is.

3. How l got my powers.

4. What the outside world is like.

5. Why l have wings, or if l'm really human.

The last one l think about the most. My wings are large, cumbersome, and mostly useless. lf l ever knew how to fly, l lost it in the Happy Room.  

The testers assured me that l was human, but they could be lying. l mean really, if l were human, did l just grow wings?

l look around the room, bored. We aren't allowed to talk during dinner, which isn't a problem with me.

Hello. l say to Banette with my mind.  She fiinches, not liking my voice in her head.  Where is Hope? l haven't- A voice interrupts her. Inside my head

Lydia-

I sit in the mess hall and glare down at the disguisting slop that these torturers here feed us. It reminds me of wet cat food. I pick aimlessly at it with my fork. Maybe, if I don't eat, then I'll pass out earlier than usual at testing. It's depressing to think that that's the happiest thought I've had all day. I shudder and drop my plastic fork. I hate how I can't stop shivering.

"Lydia Smith!" shouts a harsh voice. I scowl and stand up. They call us all Smith here. I don't know why they even bother with last names. As usual, I'm marched into a white room with what resembles a dentist's chair in the center. I plop down as the psycho-scientist talks to me.

"Today, Lydia, we are going to see how much water you can control at a time. Sound like a plan?" I brighten inwardly at the idea. This could help lead to my escape. I add my best quiver to my voice, as part of my act.

"Umm, ok."

"I'm gonna need you to stand up for this one." I jump to my feet. I start with half a gallon, then move to a full gallon; we progress until I reach a full seven gallons, and I stagger backwards and pass out, my thin body still trembling.

I wake up in my cell. No reward for laziness. Probably missed lunch. No matter. I like being alone. Means I can finally cast off the act of the pathetic girl I pretend to be.

Water to ice. Water to ice. I mentally chant over and over. My palm frosts over, a ghostly glow in the pitch dark. Mother… 

Sorry it's so long! I get kind of story crazy in things like this!! 

For your sakes, my character is either already on the first or second page.

Richie+

"Clone the cup," my instructor tells me. I imagine seeing two of the cups, and then a copy appears next to it. My instructor smiles. "Alright, now clone yourself and hold the cup." I furrow my brow, but don't argue. I feel myself rip in two, and I open my eyes. I see double. I close one eye, and through the other I can see the clone's point of view. I try to move my legs, and then the clone's start to move. As I walk to the cup I turn to see my real body sitting in the chair. My head is turned and one is is closed. My legs are swishing in the air. I turn back to the cup. I reach for it, grasping it in my hands. "Very good, now I want the real you to hold the real cup." I mentally groan. I try to focus back to my real body, without letting the clone collapse. I stand up and slowly walk to the the cup, and stand next to the other trembling me. I reach for it, and I grasp it. But it's taking too much effort. I'm squeezing so hard, that the clone cup disappears. Then my clone dissipates, and I fall to the floor. "You'll need to work much harder!" she snapped. I sink back and whimper. "Ugh, it's dinnertime anyway." She shooes me out the door. "Bye Claire!" I say and walk out. "I told you, call me Ms. Nells" Ms. Nells was always my instructor. I worked best with her, and I always did what she told me to do. Or well try. She reminded me of something, but I didn't remember what. Going into the lunch room, I grab my tastless food and sit down. 

Oh man… Maybe I should have made this rp with fewer people…

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