Introduction
"Listen to me, this is the best drug that we have..."
"But you mentioned side effects Doctor."
"Of course there will be side effects, but that's nothing for you to worry about."
"What do you mean nothing to worry about?"
"Look, Mrs Baker, this will help with the cramping."
"But will it harm our baby?"
"Of course not Mr Baker. As a rule we would never give your wife anything that may harm the baby as a result. She and the child will be perfectly safe..."
That's how it always started. No, not true. That's where our story begins. But truly this goes back thousands of years, back to the start of time, the beginning of our world. Our story begins in the backstreets of New York, where a young boy begs for money. His name was Roger Ferial. Born to a mother without two pennies to rub together, he struggled to reach the age of ten. But there was something different about Roger Ferial. He didn’t play with the other boys; he sat alone, talking to himself. Talking to an unknown. He whispered to himself, as though there is another presence there with him. There was a twitch, another whisper. No, Roger is not like other boys his age. He is far, far different.
I must tell you of his drugs company by the name of Ferial & Co. Because our story begins with them and them alone. Founded by that same young man some years ago, it has been passed down through his family, father to son. It is well known amongst the medical community and produces many of the drugs we use today. And it was this company and this company alone that created the drug for pregnant woman, to ease their pain. But something went horribly, horribly wrong. Something went purposely wrong. The company had created a dangerous drug. One that would give them what they needed. An army.
Because Roger Ferial wasn’t as mad as he would first seem. Yes, he saw things that others couldn’t see. But as he grew in years, he began to see the danger of the shadows that lurked. They weren’t his friends. They sought to destroy him. He was so sure. And so, he did the only thing that he could see to do. He took himself off the streets and made a name for himself. In order to battle the shadows that followed his every move. But the shadows weren’t there by chance. No, they targeted young Roger Ferial. They were ordered to follow him, for someone knew he was destined for big things. The shadows were meant to stop him going through with what Fate had decided he would. But they failed. Instead they made his resolve that much more.
But these shadows…Where did they come from? Well they’ve been here since the start of time, in constant battle with the humans. Everyone can see them, in the corner of their eye, but most of us just ignore their presence. But what are they? Some say they’re lost souls searching for a way into the next world. Others say they are not from this world. Both these ideas are right and wrong. See, no-one really knows. What we do know is that someone somewhere is commanding them, as well as beasts unknown to us. They are forming an army in order to destroy the planet as we know it. They believe it is theirs and not the humans. It has been a battle fought since the start of time, we were just never aware of it. For as long as we ignored the shadows, they remained just that, shadows. But now something has intervened that has changed the course of events….
Ferial & Co.
Pregnant, young mothers, laden with their first born. That was the criteria that the drug's company set out; otherwise the drug wouldn't work on the unfortunate mothers claiming to have pains in their stomachs. This was not the real reason behind their choice of patient. No, the real reason was far darker and much more grim. And far more brutal. They needed strong young mothers to carry the offspring that they had changed with their disgusting drug. Because that’s all Ferial & Co are interested in. Roger Ferial sought to destroy the shadows, but in doing so, he recognised them as being there, being a constant presence. In doing so, he gave them reason to fight. If he could see them, then so could the rest of the planet. It was the first time that a human had acknowledged them. They would fight for what was rightfully theirs…Or so they believed…
So what makes the children affected by the drug so different? Upon birth, nothing at all. It wasn’t until the first child reached her first birthday that people began to realise the horror behind the drug that they had been given….
"Happy Birthday baby," Teresa Baker whispered as she crept into her daughter's room. It radiated pink, with fluffy toys dotted here and there; presents from visitors. Puppies bounded effortlessly across the bright wallpaper, grinning.
Leaning across the cot, she gently coaxed her baby awake, before turning to pull the curtains. But when she turned back to little Lily, a scream of horror left her lips. The little girl stared up at her mother with wide eyes. But there was a noticeable difference. Where they had once been a delicate blue, they were now a vivid violet. Not only that, a pattern of delicate entwined rose, stretched down the child’s cheek, as though a tattoo had been place there. It was the same colour as her eyes.
Another shriek left Teresa’s lips.
So you see now what makes the children different. Each year, upon their birthday they are at risk. The drug could take effect, but only will their eyes change upon their birthday and it is then that they acquire this birthmark as well. Each mark is different, depending on the person themselves. As they grow in years, the chance of the drug affecting them becomes less and less, but still their parents wait with baited breath as every birthday could be the last time they see their child.
Yes, that’s right. The moment the child changes they are snatched away by the drugs company. Sickening isn’t it? These children are nothing more than soldiers. Soldiers who have been bred for a certain purpose. Throughout their childhood they could see the shadows more clearly, though they still choose to ignore them most of the time. Not only that, but they have been given certain strengths that are not found in the normal world. Ultimately they’ve been altered to suit the needs of the drugs company.
Some of them have abilities, though these are extremely limited. Mostly they are just excellent fighters, their bodies designed to be capable of combat. They are after all bred warriors and soldiers and nothing more. The drug given to their parents has altered their DNA somewhat to make them the perfect army. But every army has a downfall…
As for where they are kept…Well at the moment all we know is that it’s within a city. Disused industrial estates that are made into training grounds for these soldiers. Of course they have no idea that they just that. They believe that these people are trying to help them contain their anger, helping to exercise control over their newfound abilities. There is one site for the soldiers, but we’ve been unable to locate it at this moment.
You are a soldier bred for the sole purpose of becoming part of an army. Whether you’ve just turned, or you have been on the facility for many years. But you’re there and you’re training alongside everyone else. Except that some of you are disappearing. Gossip is going around. Many want to escape. They fear that something bigger is on the horizon. But will you go with them? Or will you conform and become a soldier? Will you rise against the monsters that created you? It’s your choice…
"But you mentioned side effects Doctor."
"Of course there will be side effects, but that's nothing for you to worry about."
"What do you mean nothing to worry about?"
"Look, Mrs Baker, this will help with the cramping."
"But will it harm our baby?"
"Of course not Mr Baker. As a rule we would never give your wife anything that may harm the baby as a result. She and the child will be perfectly safe..."
That's how it always started. No, not true. That's where our story begins. But truly this goes back thousands of years, back to the start of time, the beginning of our world. Our story begins in the backstreets of New York, where a young boy begs for money. His name was Roger Ferial. Born to a mother without two pennies to rub together, he struggled to reach the age of ten. But there was something different about Roger Ferial. He didn’t play with the other boys; he sat alone, talking to himself. Talking to an unknown. He whispered to himself, as though there is another presence there with him. There was a twitch, another whisper. No, Roger is not like other boys his age. He is far, far different.
I must tell you of his drugs company by the name of Ferial & Co. Because our story begins with them and them alone. Founded by that same young man some years ago, it has been passed down through his family, father to son. It is well known amongst the medical community and produces many of the drugs we use today. And it was this company and this company alone that created the drug for pregnant woman, to ease their pain. But something went horribly, horribly wrong. Something went purposely wrong. The company had created a dangerous drug. One that would give them what they needed. An army.
Because Roger Ferial wasn’t as mad as he would first seem. Yes, he saw things that others couldn’t see. But as he grew in years, he began to see the danger of the shadows that lurked. They weren’t his friends. They sought to destroy him. He was so sure. And so, he did the only thing that he could see to do. He took himself off the streets and made a name for himself. In order to battle the shadows that followed his every move. But the shadows weren’t there by chance. No, they targeted young Roger Ferial. They were ordered to follow him, for someone knew he was destined for big things. The shadows were meant to stop him going through with what Fate had decided he would. But they failed. Instead they made his resolve that much more.
But these shadows…Where did they come from? Well they’ve been here since the start of time, in constant battle with the humans. Everyone can see them, in the corner of their eye, but most of us just ignore their presence. But what are they? Some say they’re lost souls searching for a way into the next world. Others say they are not from this world. Both these ideas are right and wrong. See, no-one really knows. What we do know is that someone somewhere is commanding them, as well as beasts unknown to us. They are forming an army in order to destroy the planet as we know it. They believe it is theirs and not the humans. It has been a battle fought since the start of time, we were just never aware of it. For as long as we ignored the shadows, they remained just that, shadows. But now something has intervened that has changed the course of events….
Ferial & Co.
Pregnant, young mothers, laden with their first born. That was the criteria that the drug's company set out; otherwise the drug wouldn't work on the unfortunate mothers claiming to have pains in their stomachs. This was not the real reason behind their choice of patient. No, the real reason was far darker and much more grim. And far more brutal. They needed strong young mothers to carry the offspring that they had changed with their disgusting drug. Because that’s all Ferial & Co are interested in. Roger Ferial sought to destroy the shadows, but in doing so, he recognised them as being there, being a constant presence. In doing so, he gave them reason to fight. If he could see them, then so could the rest of the planet. It was the first time that a human had acknowledged them. They would fight for what was rightfully theirs…Or so they believed…
So what makes the children affected by the drug so different? Upon birth, nothing at all. It wasn’t until the first child reached her first birthday that people began to realise the horror behind the drug that they had been given….
"Happy Birthday baby," Teresa Baker whispered as she crept into her daughter's room. It radiated pink, with fluffy toys dotted here and there; presents from visitors. Puppies bounded effortlessly across the bright wallpaper, grinning.
Leaning across the cot, she gently coaxed her baby awake, before turning to pull the curtains. But when she turned back to little Lily, a scream of horror left her lips. The little girl stared up at her mother with wide eyes. But there was a noticeable difference. Where they had once been a delicate blue, they were now a vivid violet. Not only that, a pattern of delicate entwined rose, stretched down the child’s cheek, as though a tattoo had been place there. It was the same colour as her eyes.
Another shriek left Teresa’s lips.
So you see now what makes the children different. Each year, upon their birthday they are at risk. The drug could take effect, but only will their eyes change upon their birthday and it is then that they acquire this birthmark as well. Each mark is different, depending on the person themselves. As they grow in years, the chance of the drug affecting them becomes less and less, but still their parents wait with baited breath as every birthday could be the last time they see their child.
Yes, that’s right. The moment the child changes they are snatched away by the drugs company. Sickening isn’t it? These children are nothing more than soldiers. Soldiers who have been bred for a certain purpose. Throughout their childhood they could see the shadows more clearly, though they still choose to ignore them most of the time. Not only that, but they have been given certain strengths that are not found in the normal world. Ultimately they’ve been altered to suit the needs of the drugs company.
Some of them have abilities, though these are extremely limited. Mostly they are just excellent fighters, their bodies designed to be capable of combat. They are after all bred warriors and soldiers and nothing more. The drug given to their parents has altered their DNA somewhat to make them the perfect army. But every army has a downfall…
As for where they are kept…Well at the moment all we know is that it’s within a city. Disused industrial estates that are made into training grounds for these soldiers. Of course they have no idea that they just that. They believe that these people are trying to help them contain their anger, helping to exercise control over their newfound abilities. There is one site for the soldiers, but we’ve been unable to locate it at this moment.
You are a soldier bred for the sole purpose of becoming part of an army. Whether you’ve just turned, or you have been on the facility for many years. But you’re there and you’re training alongside everyone else. Except that some of you are disappearing. Gossip is going around. Many want to escape. They fear that something bigger is on the horizon. But will you go with them? Or will you conform and become a soldier? Will you rise against the monsters that created you? It’s your choice…
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It had been a good three months since Charm had gotten to the facility, although she was able to get out of the assessment area sooner than most of the others. She walked lazily through the training facility towards the actual training ground. She was on her way to yet another battle. Her black hair waved slightly in the wind as her black dress was tight enough to keep it from blowing up in the wind. She dragged her large gun behind her and watched as the people parted to let her through. She was feared by most of the people here, and the ones who stayed in her way because they were brave were pulled aside by the ones who feared her. "Almost there. I'll make this one quick." She thought. She wanted to take a break from training at her small room, and actually relax for a bit. She reached the fighting arena and made her weapon disappear using her ability. She could make any type of weapon disappear if she touched it, but could make it reappear in her hand at any time. She had quite the collection by now, seeing them float in the air around her as only she could see them. She heard there was a girl here who could see auras, so she would have to make sure the girl kept silent about her true feelings. She wondered if the girl would be able to see the weapons floating around her.
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Pale sunlight struggled through the tiny window. Rays, stretching and shining desperately, as the morning sun rose weakly into the blue cloudless sky. The light fell upon a metal bedstead that lay in the corner of a white room. Everything was blindingly white. The walls, the floor, the ceiling, even the furniture. Only the bed was a dark grey. And upon that lay white sheets, tangled around a lump. The lump was actually a teenage girl who stared up at the window with wide, bright turquoise eyes, shiny brown curls laying about the pillow. Apart from the mess of sheets and limbs, the rest of the room was immaculate, without a thing out of place. Shifting on the bed, the girl tore her gaze away from the window, instead looking to the door. No-one was going to come through it. However, that didn't stop the ache in her chest. The ache that reminded her of home, of her mother waking her with a cup of tea in the mornings. Burying her face in the pillow, she allowed a sob to shake her body.
It had been three months and young Ali still hadn't come to terms with all of this. This place. This idea that she was an untrained monster. This room. It wasn't her room. Of course they had told her she could decorate it to her own standard, but she had been too numb to even listen. Someone had come and unpacked lots of things, from her home, but she had thrown them in the bottom of the wardrobe, for it hurt to look at them. Ali had been a normal girl. More than normal, she'd been popular and loved by so many. And now she was reduced to this. Living in this place. It was all too much for her. She wanted to be at home with her parents. She missed them so much. Their photo was the one thing that remained on the white desk across the room. But it hurt to even look at them anymore.
Ali had arrived at the facility three months earlier. It was in this same room that she'd remained for two weeks solid, whilst they assessed her well-being. She'd barely moved. Barely touched the food they brought her. Barely registered how nice the staff were. Over the next few weeks, she began to pick up, but she still barely spoke. And it wasn't until it had been five weeks and she was allowed to leave the room that she realised a huge changed had happened. Not only did she now have this freaky mark on her face and eyes the colour of turquoise, but now she could see things that she'd never been able to see before. Around the other people in the facility there was a glow of colour, surrounding each one and each one was different. When she had first stepped into the hall where they ate on her fifth week of being there, she'd nearly collapsed with the sight of it. All of them had it. All of them except the staff. They were colourless. It didn't take her long to realise what she was seeing and how they changed when the person's feelings changed. They were auras. From that one moment in the hall, she tried to keep to her room. But today all of that would change. Her three months of adjusting were up. Today she would make the transition into training and she was terrified.
A soft knock on her door, caused Ali to wipe her tears and sit up straight. It opened, revealing a doctor in a white coat who was smiling broadly at her. He too was colourless. They may have been nice, but the fact that she couldn't see their aura, freaked her out more than being able to see them. But she forced a smile, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed and watched as he advanced, kneeling right in front of her as though she were a child.
"So, today's the day 'eh Alice?" He asked, arching an eyebrow, his perfect smile still in place.
"It's Ali," She whispered, for what seemed like the hundredth time. "And yes. Today I start training." Whatever that meant of course. Chewing her bottom lip, she looked down at her clothes. She'd been wearing the things brought to her by the staff. There was a time when she wouldn't have been seen dead in the kind of thing that they brought her.
"No need to worry. All will be fine. And you won't be wearing this anymore. All your clothes are in your wardrobe. I'll leave you to get ready." He assured her, nodding towards her wardrobe in the far corner as he got to his feet and left the room. She could only stare after him, wondering why someone so nice gave her the creeps.
*****
It didn't take her long to get ready and join the doctor in the long corridor. There were so many doorways, each one leading to another room where another person slept, worked and did whatever else they did for fun. Already Ali had learnt to avoid everyone in this place. They were all so unpredictable. So apart from hurrying to the eating hall and back again, she'd barely been anywhere else. It was daunting. And to blend in even more and not stand out, she had put on a baggy hoody and her jeans, with her iPod in her pocket. At least she'd been able to keep that, even if they had gone through the songs and deleted anything they deemed "inappropriate."
"Now, go and grab some food and then head down to the training grounds," The doctor said, giving her a pat on the shoulder. She shot him an alarmed look, eyes wide and worried. It was then that she realised she didn't know his name, or any of the other names of the staff. That crept her out even more. "And don't look so worried. Attach yourself to someone and they'll guide you around. You have a timetable, but for today I want you to explore." He gave her a bright smile and started off down the corridor, leaving Ali staring after him. Gulping, she swept her curls back, pushed her ear-buds in, pulled her hood up and headed towards the hall where they all ate.
It had been three months and young Ali still hadn't come to terms with all of this. This place. This idea that she was an untrained monster. This room. It wasn't her room. Of course they had told her she could decorate it to her own standard, but she had been too numb to even listen. Someone had come and unpacked lots of things, from her home, but she had thrown them in the bottom of the wardrobe, for it hurt to look at them. Ali had been a normal girl. More than normal, she'd been popular and loved by so many. And now she was reduced to this. Living in this place. It was all too much for her. She wanted to be at home with her parents. She missed them so much. Their photo was the one thing that remained on the white desk across the room. But it hurt to even look at them anymore.
Ali had arrived at the facility three months earlier. It was in this same room that she'd remained for two weeks solid, whilst they assessed her well-being. She'd barely moved. Barely touched the food they brought her. Barely registered how nice the staff were. Over the next few weeks, she began to pick up, but she still barely spoke. And it wasn't until it had been five weeks and she was allowed to leave the room that she realised a huge changed had happened. Not only did she now have this freaky mark on her face and eyes the colour of turquoise, but now she could see things that she'd never been able to see before. Around the other people in the facility there was a glow of colour, surrounding each one and each one was different. When she had first stepped into the hall where they ate on her fifth week of being there, she'd nearly collapsed with the sight of it. All of them had it. All of them except the staff. They were colourless. It didn't take her long to realise what she was seeing and how they changed when the person's feelings changed. They were auras. From that one moment in the hall, she tried to keep to her room. But today all of that would change. Her three months of adjusting were up. Today she would make the transition into training and she was terrified.
A soft knock on her door, caused Ali to wipe her tears and sit up straight. It opened, revealing a doctor in a white coat who was smiling broadly at her. He too was colourless. They may have been nice, but the fact that she couldn't see their aura, freaked her out more than being able to see them. But she forced a smile, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed and watched as he advanced, kneeling right in front of her as though she were a child.
"So, today's the day 'eh Alice?" He asked, arching an eyebrow, his perfect smile still in place.
"It's Ali," She whispered, for what seemed like the hundredth time. "And yes. Today I start training." Whatever that meant of course. Chewing her bottom lip, she looked down at her clothes. She'd been wearing the things brought to her by the staff. There was a time when she wouldn't have been seen dead in the kind of thing that they brought her.
"No need to worry. All will be fine. And you won't be wearing this anymore. All your clothes are in your wardrobe. I'll leave you to get ready." He assured her, nodding towards her wardrobe in the far corner as he got to his feet and left the room. She could only stare after him, wondering why someone so nice gave her the creeps.
*****
It didn't take her long to get ready and join the doctor in the long corridor. There were so many doorways, each one leading to another room where another person slept, worked and did whatever else they did for fun. Already Ali had learnt to avoid everyone in this place. They were all so unpredictable. So apart from hurrying to the eating hall and back again, she'd barely been anywhere else. It was daunting. And to blend in even more and not stand out, she had put on a baggy hoody and her jeans, with her iPod in her pocket. At least she'd been able to keep that, even if they had gone through the songs and deleted anything they deemed "inappropriate."
"Now, go and grab some food and then head down to the training grounds," The doctor said, giving her a pat on the shoulder. She shot him an alarmed look, eyes wide and worried. It was then that she realised she didn't know his name, or any of the other names of the staff. That crept her out even more. "And don't look so worried. Attach yourself to someone and they'll guide you around. You have a timetable, but for today I want you to explore." He gave her a bright smile and started off down the corridor, leaving Ali staring after him. Gulping, she swept her curls back, pushed her ear-buds in, pulled her hood up and headed towards the hall where they all ate.
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It was the Saturday of the third month since the newest flock of faces had arrived at the facility. Of course, the faces hadn't been seen initially, but within a few weeks they were timidly poking around, trying to understand exactly what they were. To anyone who had been around along as Horatio Surge, it was a day memorised over years, the day children from all over the country, if not the world, didn't simply became adults. They became soldiers. The veteran can still remember the tears welling up on that day. He made it through the training regimes, but some of the so-called super soldiers alongside of him didn't have the mental strength to keep at it, and it was anyone's guess where they were now. If you could get through the first few sessions without breaking, then you'd make friends, get stronger, but Horatio couldn't concern himself with those people. It was the ones whose fear could still be faintly glimsed in their radically altered eyes Surge was looking for. He had appointed himself as a sort of mentor, at least, to anyone willing to listen. It wasn't a secret that people who followed him into battle had survived more often than others, but the real key to survival was the first few weeks of training. That was the time when Horatio realised he had a choice, accept what he had and make the most of it or die. Twelve years he had watched pretenders to revolutionaries stir and disappear, their messages fading as their supporters falling prey to "friendly fire" or "guns exploiding in their hands", and Horatio would try his hardest to make sure none of the current crop made the same mistake. Having finished polishing the barrel of his sniper rifle to his own exacting standard, the lucky veteran wrapped his favourite scarf loosely around his neck and headed to the mess hall. Once there, he'd grab a snack, and float at the edge of the room, looking for a possible weak link, and give them a pep talk. They might think it's all ardour from here on, but Horatio would tell them it isn't so bad, once you get used to it... that is if you live that long.
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Grant wasn't entirely sure what scared him more: the fact that all these new people were going to change the way things worked, or the fact that he would likely have to help them. He'd only started going out on missions the year before, and so far he'd done an okay job, in his opinion. The missions and the training he'd been subjected to for years, all of it was to help him cope with who he was. With what he was. And yet, these thoughts and more passed through his head early Saturday morning. Very early, as Grant didn't seem to be able to sleep past five o' clock in the morning. He was quite insane like that, actually.
After a moment of staring out his window he realized that he should probably go ahead and get up. So he started by swinging his legs over the side of the bed and sitting up simultaneously, the he rolled his neck before standing up and grabbing some clothes to wear, a simple task really, because he never really wore anything spectacular. A pair of practical trousers that didn't bind his legs, a simple black tee-shirt, and the combat boots. Really, it wasn't an uncommon outfit to see from Grant and others in the compound.
After that, he had a bit of free time that he chose to spend doing a bit of light reading, though, really, the book he'd taken up in the past few days really wasn't interesting him, he was considering dropping it in favor of something more...Mentally stimulating.
With a sigh that almost sounded relived once it came closer to the time breakfast would be served, he left his room (looking as pristine as ever, if I do say so. Grant's not one to leave messes.) and headed to the dining hall. Even as he walked, his orange eyes scanned for the newer recruits, they were of all ages. Always were. They never seemed to be much older than sixteen, though, there were some exceptions, but most seemed to turn in their preteens. Grant had been lucky enough to turn in early childhood, or, rather, he saw it as lucky. He'd been able to learn the ins and outs easily.
Though, now, as he looked around in the dining hall, he couldn't help but wonder how many of them were going to be able to cope, how many of them were going to make it. He pushed the thoughts back and got himself some food before scanning and looking for a place to sit. He knew just about anywhere would do, though he found he ate alone about as often as not. He knew why; he wasn't fun to be around. Nobody likes a guy that doesn't laugh at your jokes.
He shook his head slightly, it didn't matter, really, at least people didn't hate him. His eyes spotted Horatio as he looked around, and a casual dip of the head in greeting was directed the man's way. Grant respected that man, much more than he respected most people.
After a moment of staring out his window he realized that he should probably go ahead and get up. So he started by swinging his legs over the side of the bed and sitting up simultaneously, the he rolled his neck before standing up and grabbing some clothes to wear, a simple task really, because he never really wore anything spectacular. A pair of practical trousers that didn't bind his legs, a simple black tee-shirt, and the combat boots. Really, it wasn't an uncommon outfit to see from Grant and others in the compound.
After that, he had a bit of free time that he chose to spend doing a bit of light reading, though, really, the book he'd taken up in the past few days really wasn't interesting him, he was considering dropping it in favor of something more...Mentally stimulating.
With a sigh that almost sounded relived once it came closer to the time breakfast would be served, he left his room (looking as pristine as ever, if I do say so. Grant's not one to leave messes.) and headed to the dining hall. Even as he walked, his orange eyes scanned for the newer recruits, they were of all ages. Always were. They never seemed to be much older than sixteen, though, there were some exceptions, but most seemed to turn in their preteens. Grant had been lucky enough to turn in early childhood, or, rather, he saw it as lucky. He'd been able to learn the ins and outs easily.
Though, now, as he looked around in the dining hall, he couldn't help but wonder how many of them were going to be able to cope, how many of them were going to make it. He pushed the thoughts back and got himself some food before scanning and looking for a place to sit. He knew just about anywhere would do, though he found he ate alone about as often as not. He knew why; he wasn't fun to be around. Nobody likes a guy that doesn't laugh at your jokes.
He shook his head slightly, it didn't matter, really, at least people didn't hate him. His eyes spotted Horatio as he looked around, and a casual dip of the head in greeting was directed the man's way. Grant respected that man, much more than he respected most people.
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Charm finished the battle as quickly as possible and headed towards the cafeteria. She heard that all of the new recruits were supposed to head there, so that included her. The doctors had finished their analysis of her early, so she kinda got a head start on training. She walked into the cafeteria and made her large gun disappear to not take up much room. She looked around and saw many kids that were about her age and figured those were her group. She silently walked over to an empty table and sat down, hoping to avoid everyone else. She had originally planned to relax in her room, but this ruined that agenda. She sighed and lay her head on the table to make sure she didn't make eye contact with everyone, especially the doctor that was more of a mentor she had heard from the older kids. Another reason was that she knew that her red eyes were strange to most people, and that she might be approached by someone.
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"Head down, eyes averted. Head down, eyes averted."
Ali repeated these words in her head as she crept down the corridor towards the dining hall. This one was just as white and spotlessly clean as her room was. Probably as the whole facility was. Strangely, it set her on edge. The place had a clinical feel to it, rather than a lived-in comfy feel. It would never be home to her. She knew too differently. This place was just a holding cell for the time being whilst she learned control and self-restraint. Because for now that was all she was there for. At least, that's all she was aware of, all that they had told her when she'd first come here. But darker things lay behind closed doors and they wouldn't be revealed until Ali was ready to see them. And for now, she was nowhere near ready to experience some of the things that they had waiting for her. Things that she had chosen to ignore for most of her life. Things that lurked in the corner of her vision, haunting her every footstep. They hunted the hunter. For one day, she alongside the others would be their downfall. Well, they hoped that was the case. And besides, none of the soldiers were aware of the war they had in front of them.
Brushing brown hair from her eyes, she halted in front of the large double doors, blue eyes sparkling. Taking a deep breath and casting a glance over her slender shoulders, she pushed them open. An assault of noise befell her ears and colour blinded her for a moment. It took a few seconds to regain her composure as she physically flinched away from the sudden brightness of it all. Blinking, she was surprised to see how different this room was from the rest of the place. Of course she'd been in there before, but never had she realised the true difference. It was warm in here, inviting and welcoming. Arching an eyebrow, slowly she took down her hood in order to get a better look at the place. People were scattered here and there, sometimes alone and sometimes in groups, most of them laughing and joking as though they hadn't a care in the world. Their auras pulsed different colours. Shades of red, green, blue, yellow, purple and so many more. Ali couldn't help but stare in wonder as she stepped further into the room. No-one paid her any heed, or so that she could see. She was just another one in the ranks.
"It's like a normal school canteen. They're just normal people..."
Instantly, she halted her thoughts and forced her mind blank. When the mark had appeared on her face, she'd adopted abilities. Well what if there were others in here who had abilities? Someone could be reading her mind in that instant. What if they knew all the things she was thinking? For a second, she felt violated. In this place, secrecy might be impossible. Forcing herself to think of nothing more than food and what training would be like, she pulled her hood back up. It would probably cause more attention to be sent her way, but if she didn't meet anyone's eye then there wouldn't be a problem. Hurrying forwards, she intended to grab some food and find a table far away from as many people as possible.
After collecting her food, she looked around for somewhere to sit, for a moment looking far more lost than she ever had. Wide, bright, sparkling eyes, scanned the room, as she held her food tray tightly to her body. Three months ago, she was a whole different person. She didn't look like a dork, hovering to find somewhere to sit. No, she'd just slipped in with the main crowd, her friends. They'd laughed at the nerds who sat alone. Well, she hadn't. She'd never been keen on bullying, but she didn't stop them from doing it either. And now she was stood there, all alone without a friend in the world. Her heart sank deep into her stomach and for a second, she felt sick. It had never been hard for her to make friends, but the pulsating auras made it nearly impossible for her to approach someone without feeling like she was intruding on their personal feelings.
Ali repeated these words in her head as she crept down the corridor towards the dining hall. This one was just as white and spotlessly clean as her room was. Probably as the whole facility was. Strangely, it set her on edge. The place had a clinical feel to it, rather than a lived-in comfy feel. It would never be home to her. She knew too differently. This place was just a holding cell for the time being whilst she learned control and self-restraint. Because for now that was all she was there for. At least, that's all she was aware of, all that they had told her when she'd first come here. But darker things lay behind closed doors and they wouldn't be revealed until Ali was ready to see them. And for now, she was nowhere near ready to experience some of the things that they had waiting for her. Things that she had chosen to ignore for most of her life. Things that lurked in the corner of her vision, haunting her every footstep. They hunted the hunter. For one day, she alongside the others would be their downfall. Well, they hoped that was the case. And besides, none of the soldiers were aware of the war they had in front of them.
Brushing brown hair from her eyes, she halted in front of the large double doors, blue eyes sparkling. Taking a deep breath and casting a glance over her slender shoulders, she pushed them open. An assault of noise befell her ears and colour blinded her for a moment. It took a few seconds to regain her composure as she physically flinched away from the sudden brightness of it all. Blinking, she was surprised to see how different this room was from the rest of the place. Of course she'd been in there before, but never had she realised the true difference. It was warm in here, inviting and welcoming. Arching an eyebrow, slowly she took down her hood in order to get a better look at the place. People were scattered here and there, sometimes alone and sometimes in groups, most of them laughing and joking as though they hadn't a care in the world. Their auras pulsed different colours. Shades of red, green, blue, yellow, purple and so many more. Ali couldn't help but stare in wonder as she stepped further into the room. No-one paid her any heed, or so that she could see. She was just another one in the ranks.
"It's like a normal school canteen. They're just normal people..."
Instantly, she halted her thoughts and forced her mind blank. When the mark had appeared on her face, she'd adopted abilities. Well what if there were others in here who had abilities? Someone could be reading her mind in that instant. What if they knew all the things she was thinking? For a second, she felt violated. In this place, secrecy might be impossible. Forcing herself to think of nothing more than food and what training would be like, she pulled her hood back up. It would probably cause more attention to be sent her way, but if she didn't meet anyone's eye then there wouldn't be a problem. Hurrying forwards, she intended to grab some food and find a table far away from as many people as possible.
After collecting her food, she looked around for somewhere to sit, for a moment looking far more lost than she ever had. Wide, bright, sparkling eyes, scanned the room, as she held her food tray tightly to her body. Three months ago, she was a whole different person. She didn't look like a dork, hovering to find somewhere to sit. No, she'd just slipped in with the main crowd, her friends. They'd laughed at the nerds who sat alone. Well, she hadn't. She'd never been keen on bullying, but she didn't stop them from doing it either. And now she was stood there, all alone without a friend in the world. Her heart sank deep into her stomach and for a second, she felt sick. It had never been hard for her to make friends, but the pulsating auras made it nearly impossible for her to approach someone without feeling like she was intruding on their personal feelings.
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The hall was filling up by now, only the late entry filtering in here and there. These were usually the ones Horatio was looking for, the one who looked lost, insecure in their skin. In fairness, most normal people should be. They would be walking into a room of born killers. The veteran noticed Grant casually dipping his head in his direction, raising a hand in way of reply. They weren't necessarily friends, but there was a lot of respect there. Very few people were furniture round the place like the two of them. The age difference may have been drastic, but Horatio had no doubt that Grant was every bit the soldier he was - and probably a little bit more. He hoped that maybe one day the higher-ups would see the kid worthy of a promotion, which was the nearest thing to freedom any of these young men and women in the busy room would experience.
Horatio's eyes strayed to the door. A young girl with black hair marched in. There was a certain swagger in her step, a glimmer in her bright red eyes. She already seemed more experienced than most of the other recruits, but didn't seem keen on socialising with her peers. Those were the kind of people who got far around here. Killers by instinct who refused the help of others. Perhaps if Horatio hadn't been a mentor to so many of these kids, past and present, he'd be out of this joint... regardless that girl didn't need him. Another girl walked in, her step filled with uncertainty, eyes, no doubt filled with anxiety, glued to the symetrically panelled floor. Horatio watched as she queued for a meal, her gaze refusing to meet another, most likely caused by a fear of her peers, as if you realised how dangerous you yourself were, then a room filled with strangers in the same situation was terrifying. The older man decided that the signs were there, and went with his hunch, joining the line just behind her. He leaned over and said in a quiet, friendly tone, "Hey, name's Horatio, looks like you could use a friend." Surge held his hand out as a form of greeting, a serene smile forming on his face, deep red eyes sparkling behind his glasses.
Horatio's eyes strayed to the door. A young girl with black hair marched in. There was a certain swagger in her step, a glimmer in her bright red eyes. She already seemed more experienced than most of the other recruits, but didn't seem keen on socialising with her peers. Those were the kind of people who got far around here. Killers by instinct who refused the help of others. Perhaps if Horatio hadn't been a mentor to so many of these kids, past and present, he'd be out of this joint... regardless that girl didn't need him. Another girl walked in, her step filled with uncertainty, eyes, no doubt filled with anxiety, glued to the symetrically panelled floor. Horatio watched as she queued for a meal, her gaze refusing to meet another, most likely caused by a fear of her peers, as if you realised how dangerous you yourself were, then a room filled with strangers in the same situation was terrifying. The older man decided that the signs were there, and went with his hunch, joining the line just behind her. He leaned over and said in a quiet, friendly tone, "Hey, name's Horatio, looks like you could use a friend." Surge held his hand out as a form of greeting, a serene smile forming on his face, deep red eyes sparkling behind his glasses.
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Though she had been awake for hours, Irias still swore it was too early for anyone to function properly. The sun shone brightly through her curtains, calling like a beacon for her. She wanted to give it a meaningful finger. Nevertheless, she rolled out of her warm bed and began her short morning routine. Her hair was thoroughly brushed out, fresh clothes were thrown on, and sneakers were slipped into place. She took a glance in the mirror above her dresser, suddenly becoming self-conscious in her choice of dress. The shirt was almost too loose on her small frame and her jeans looked tighter than they probably should've. Her mark stood out like a sore thumb against the white tee-shirt. She superficially wished she could just erase it all (secretly, she didn't mind it so much, it was just that others would stare every so often). She glared at the reflection and immediately wanted to shrivel away from it. Instead, she picked up the pair of sweatpants she had worn as pajamas the night before, and threw them forcefully at it. Without even another glance, she tore from the room with a slam of the door, nearly running into a man in a lab coat; typical. "So sorry," she muttered, eyes averted. He caught her arm as she went to brush past him.
"Are you feeling alright this morning, Ms Kross?" he asked, sounding almost genuinely concerned.
"Haven't had anything to eat yet, is all," she replied, shaking him off and continuing on her path. Once she turned the corner, she broke into a full on sprint in a bee-line for the dining hall. Irias could smell the sweet aroma of breakfast from three halls over, making her move even faster, past other people throwing questioning looks in her general direction. She stopped, though, before she reached the door, so as not to alert everyone to her presence.
While she was in line for food, she could see the newer recruits looking nervous and sort of... scared around the mess hall. She could remember that fear and apprehension from when she'd first arrived. She had wanted to just curl up into herself and die for the first few weeks of training. Though they were all tougher than normal humans, the trainers still asked quite a bit from them; they were pretty much only teenagers, after all. The memory almost burned. She had been pushed to limits far further than she had ever imagined. It was possibly one of the worst things she had ever been through, but also one of the most fulfilling. It had given her something to pride herself in, even if she knew that she was far from the best fighter there; she could still handle herself alright against them.
Shaking her head at the thoughts, she grabbed her pancakes, poured a more than healthy amount of syrup on them, grabbed her tray, and went to go find a seat as far away as possible.
"Are you feeling alright this morning, Ms Kross?" he asked, sounding almost genuinely concerned.
"Haven't had anything to eat yet, is all," she replied, shaking him off and continuing on her path. Once she turned the corner, she broke into a full on sprint in a bee-line for the dining hall. Irias could smell the sweet aroma of breakfast from three halls over, making her move even faster, past other people throwing questioning looks in her general direction. She stopped, though, before she reached the door, so as not to alert everyone to her presence.
While she was in line for food, she could see the newer recruits looking nervous and sort of... scared around the mess hall. She could remember that fear and apprehension from when she'd first arrived. She had wanted to just curl up into herself and die for the first few weeks of training. Though they were all tougher than normal humans, the trainers still asked quite a bit from them; they were pretty much only teenagers, after all. The memory almost burned. She had been pushed to limits far further than she had ever imagined. It was possibly one of the worst things she had ever been through, but also one of the most fulfilling. It had given her something to pride herself in, even if she knew that she was far from the best fighter there; she could still handle herself alright against them.
Shaking her head at the thoughts, she grabbed her pancakes, poured a more than healthy amount of syrup on them, grabbed her tray, and went to go find a seat as far away as possible.
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At the moment, Grant didn't want to sit and eat breakfast with anyone terribly new to the game. He'd be dealing with them soon enough in training, he was sure. He often got to train with the new recruits the first few days just so they'd be able to see someone doing the drills right. No, it wasn't always him, there was a rotation...But he was almost certain it was his turn this time. He almost chuckled to himself; he was acting like it was a job, training with the new kids. It really wasn't that bad...It was just easy to him after fourteen years on the base.
Grant had never liked easy.
Nevertheless, he found it very difficult to find people he was willing to sit near that weren't new, so he ended up walking to a table occupied by a young lady with unnaturally piercing green eyes. He cleared his throat awkwardly and said, "Um, no one's sitting," He gestured to the many open seats as his way of asking if any of them were open, "Right?" Though, really, he was going to sit there anyway, he was only asking as a formality. He was fairly sure the girl was by herself, as many were in this facility.
He tried his best not to appear as though he were glaring at the girl as he sat and added, "Don't feel like you have to talk to me. You can if you'd like, but don't talk just because you feel you should. Okay?" Then, as if to try and make up for his rudeness he added, "...Your mark is very interesting, by the way." And then he went for his food, rather content to just eat in silence, but if the girl wanted to talk, he'd talk to her. She may not enjoy talking to the slightly cynical, ever honest and honestly somewhat brash boy, but he'd talk to her.
Grant had never liked easy.
Nevertheless, he found it very difficult to find people he was willing to sit near that weren't new, so he ended up walking to a table occupied by a young lady with unnaturally piercing green eyes. He cleared his throat awkwardly and said, "Um, no one's sitting," He gestured to the many open seats as his way of asking if any of them were open, "Right?" Though, really, he was going to sit there anyway, he was only asking as a formality. He was fairly sure the girl was by herself, as many were in this facility.
He tried his best not to appear as though he were glaring at the girl as he sat and added, "Don't feel like you have to talk to me. You can if you'd like, but don't talk just because you feel you should. Okay?" Then, as if to try and make up for his rudeness he added, "...Your mark is very interesting, by the way." And then he went for his food, rather content to just eat in silence, but if the girl wanted to talk, he'd talk to her. She may not enjoy talking to the slightly cynical, ever honest and honestly somewhat brash boy, but he'd talk to her.
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She glanced up at the newcomer, eyes growing wider than normal. They shone, slightly, out of confusion and curiosity. At his first question, she slowly shook her head. She didn't breathe a word as he continued to speak to her. She didn't exactly have time to respond to anything else he had just said before he stood up again, she figured to get food. She did, however, mutter a "thank you" as he went, hoping he'd heard it so she didn't have to say it again. Then, she turned back to her pancakes and took a healthy sized bite.
Thinking back to the events not a few moments before, she decided he was probably older than her; twenty, was her guess. He was quite handsome, but seemed to put his foot in his mouth at first. She let it roll off her back until the comment about her mark. She'd flushed, Irias realized, involuntarily. She wanted to curl up into herself, suddenly wishing she was turtle. He had tried to amend his first error in speech, and all she wanted to do was kick herself. She looked to her right arm, the mark seeming to pop out at her. It probably did the same to him, she concluded, adding a mental note to wear more long-sleeved shirts.
Her eyes then jumped back to the recruits. She almost felt bad for them... almost. They were young enough to hold their own in training, but also young enough to be scarred from their experiences. There was one girl who looked absolutely terrified. Her eyes were turquoise, as was the mark on her face. Had he not been afraid to get caught, Irias would've taken a longer, closer look at the girl. But, from a glance, she could tell that she was clearly younger than the recruit, though again, not by more than a few years. Her hair was curly, but wasn't out of control like it could've been. The mark was what struck her, though. It was intricate and complicated, but prettier than Irias' own. She blinked for a second, then returned to her meal, suddenly more interested in the syrup being pushed around by her fork than anything else.
Thinking back to the events not a few moments before, she decided he was probably older than her; twenty, was her guess. He was quite handsome, but seemed to put his foot in his mouth at first. She let it roll off her back until the comment about her mark. She'd flushed, Irias realized, involuntarily. She wanted to curl up into herself, suddenly wishing she was turtle. He had tried to amend his first error in speech, and all she wanted to do was kick herself. She looked to her right arm, the mark seeming to pop out at her. It probably did the same to him, she concluded, adding a mental note to wear more long-sleeved shirts.
Her eyes then jumped back to the recruits. She almost felt bad for them... almost. They were young enough to hold their own in training, but also young enough to be scarred from their experiences. There was one girl who looked absolutely terrified. Her eyes were turquoise, as was the mark on her face. Had he not been afraid to get caught, Irias would've taken a longer, closer look at the girl. But, from a glance, she could tell that she was clearly younger than the recruit, though again, not by more than a few years. Her hair was curly, but wasn't out of control like it could've been. The mark was what struck her, though. It was intricate and complicated, but prettier than Irias' own. She blinked for a second, then returned to her meal, suddenly more interested in the syrup being pushed around by her fork than anything else.
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Ali was staring blankly at the tray in front of her, running her hand over the smooth wood, picking up the flaws. Anything to keep her mind blank. Anything to prevent herself from insulting, mentally. As she cast around again, she noted a girl with short black hair, sat alone with her head on the table. Frowning, she couldn't help but feel sorry for the girl who sat alone. Perhaps in a few moments that would be her. As she watched, she lowered her hood to adjust her hair, brushing it over one shoulder, still waiting in the queue to grab some food. And at the same moment, she felt warm breath on the back of her slender neck. In an instant her whole body had frozen, clearly tensed and ready to spring. Her hands clenched the tray so tightly that her knuckles shone white against her skin. Her heartbeat increased tenfold and her face paled. But to her surprise, the tone that whispered close to her ear was a gentle one. Whoever it was, sounded friendly enough. It was clear that he was trying to help her, rather than pick a fight. It surprised her for a second, but then again, not everyone is this place could be bad right?
"Hey, name's Horatio, looks like you could use a friend."
Slowly, Ali turned around to face him. Wide, her bright blue eyes focused on his auburn ones for a second, before she scanned him up and down. Shock flickered across her face. He was older than she had first thought, from the sound of his voice. His brown hair framed his face, which looked friendly enough. His eyes at first seemed slightly intimidating, due to their colour, but she instantly saw the sparkle there. To her eyes, he had no visible Mark. Self-consciously, her hand flew to the vines and flowers that framed her own face, their turquoise colour bright against her pale skin. His aura pulsed a neutral green, which showed her absolutely nothing about him, nor his intentions. Surely he wasn't someone who lived here as well? He had to be a doctor or a trainer. They hadn't mentioned that there would be older people here as well, only ones her age. Curiosity filled her for a second, before she remembered to contain her thoughts. Absently, she took his hand, shaking it, but releasing it quickly. Before she could even reply to his words, she was at the front of the queue. Picking up some cereal and juice, she turned her face back to him, eyebrows furrowed slightly.
"I'm Ali Brooks," She told him, her voice stronger than she would have imagined. Holding her tray, she stepped out of the way of the next person in the line. "But I'm not really looking for friendship. Thanks anyway." It was said in a small voice as she gave a small shrug of the shoulder, turning her back on him, frowning to herself. She didn't want to make enemies, but at the same time, she didn't feel comfortable in this place. She was far out of her comfort zone.
"Hey, name's Horatio, looks like you could use a friend."
Slowly, Ali turned around to face him. Wide, her bright blue eyes focused on his auburn ones for a second, before she scanned him up and down. Shock flickered across her face. He was older than she had first thought, from the sound of his voice. His brown hair framed his face, which looked friendly enough. His eyes at first seemed slightly intimidating, due to their colour, but she instantly saw the sparkle there. To her eyes, he had no visible Mark. Self-consciously, her hand flew to the vines and flowers that framed her own face, their turquoise colour bright against her pale skin. His aura pulsed a neutral green, which showed her absolutely nothing about him, nor his intentions. Surely he wasn't someone who lived here as well? He had to be a doctor or a trainer. They hadn't mentioned that there would be older people here as well, only ones her age. Curiosity filled her for a second, before she remembered to contain her thoughts. Absently, she took his hand, shaking it, but releasing it quickly. Before she could even reply to his words, she was at the front of the queue. Picking up some cereal and juice, she turned her face back to him, eyebrows furrowed slightly.
"I'm Ali Brooks," She told him, her voice stronger than she would have imagined. Holding her tray, she stepped out of the way of the next person in the line. "But I'm not really looking for friendship. Thanks anyway." It was said in a small voice as she gave a small shrug of the shoulder, turning her back on him, frowning to herself. She didn't want to make enemies, but at the same time, she didn't feel comfortable in this place. She was far out of her comfort zone.
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Horatio was glad his handshake had been accepted, but was disappointed in the haste in which it was taken, and the briskness of her response. Her voice seemed confident, but this is hardly a place where you would want to show your weaknesses, no matter however insecure you felt. In anycase, the veteran wasn't aboout to walk away, at least until he was absolute Ali didn't need his help. "Well, if you don't want friendship that's fine. Neither do I. Just trying to be friendly. But you might want someone to help you through the first couple of weeks. I've been around a while and you wouldn't believe the amount of faces which have gone mysteriously missing over the formation period... uh, that's the start of the new recruits' training to you..." Horatio cut himself off. He was beginning to make the situation Ali found herself in much daunting than it ought to be. Plastering a silly, open smile on his own face, the experienced soldier resumed his cheery tone. "But don't worry. I've helped out a bunch of people who weren't exactly soldiers. And, er, you don't really strike me as one either - which is fine. Who'd wanna be dragged into this? But you're here now, so maybe I can teach you a thing or two, just to get you rolling?" His manner was casual and open. Horatio was just trying to help, the doctors were concerned about health, progress, but in the veteran's experience saw them as little more than specimens. And gleaning sympathy from the instructors was like drawing water from a rock. Sure, Horatio wasn't lying when he said he didn't want a friend, he never got too close, the first few years of seeing 'friends' come and go was too painful to want to resume, but he wanted to make a difference to these kids life, give them a light for the tunnel they now found themselves wading in. Hopefully his truth, rather than abundant kindness, might strike a chord to the girl whose elegant mark tracked across her face.
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Charm sat up and looked around. She didn't like how many new kids there were. They didn't know her at all, so they probably wouldn't stay away from her. She focused on a girl with brown hair who seemed mysterious, not to mention not just a little nervous. She stood up and continued looking at the girl, walking over to her slowly. She put a friendly smile on her face and walked up to her, putting out a hand. "Say, are you the one I've heard about that can read auras?" She held in a chuckle, thinking of how nice she was acting. It was abnormal to even pretend to be nice, but she needed to see if this was the girl who could ruin her scary reputation.
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Ali had begun walking away when Horatio started to speak to her once again. Hands clutched at her tray and she narrowed her bright eyes slightly, though she remained with her back to him. Did this guy not realise that she didn't want his help? What was he achieving in continuously badgering her? Why would he want to help her? Unless it was to his own advantage of course. Because she'd made it plainly clear that she didn't want any kind of friendship from him, from anyone actually. Back when she'd been in her old life, she'd dealt with people who wanted to be her friend with a simple glare. A single word didn't have to be uttered. Many people knew the look, the glare that said it all. But she had a feeling that giving this one the cold shoulder simply wasn't going to work. He would be persistent until he got what he wanted. Well, that was unfortunate, because Ali was stubborn and she would not give in. No, he was about to be sorely disappointed. She didn't need anyone.
But just as she turned to reply to his comments, ready with her acidic response, a girl marched right up to her, holding out a hand. Tearing her eyes from Horatio, she blinked in surprise at the abrupt question. How did she already know about her ability? She'd barely left her room and she certainly hadn't told anyone. She realised it was the black haired girl that she had observed across the room, the one with bright red eyes. Caution told her to be careful with this one. Although her aura was also a neutral green, for a second there was a flicker of red, showing underlying intentions. Perhaps she could read minds, just as Ali had suspected when she stepped inside the room. Of course, she could just be guessing. In a second, she decided to lie her way through this meeting. She could lie easily. Taking the hand, she forced a bright smile, shaking her head.
"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about," She said nonchalantly, with a shrug of her shoulders. For now, she figured was better to lie than reveal her ability. It could be used against her. Either that or it could be seen as her weakness. "Though I'm sure that would be really cool. I wonder who it could be?" She put on her best gossiping voice, leaning closer to the girl like a total airhead. She even gave a faked giggle, glancing around the room, looking pointedly at a few people. "Oh, I'm Ali by the way." She smiled at the girl, before glancing at Horatio, as if only just remembering that he was there. In that second, she changed her mind again. After the meeting with this girl, he might be useful. After all, her ability seemed to be striking up interest. If she was threatened, well then perhaps he could teach her how to defend herself, or even just show her around. And besides, it would be nice to just have someone who she could talk to, instead of being so alone.
"Fine, I accept your guidance," She smiled and it was completely genuine. It lit up her tanned face, making her eyes sparkle even more than they did before. Running a finger over her Mark, she let the smile fade, remembering that she had to be careful. She was, after all, not normal anymore. She couldn't allow herself to get attach to people like she had in her old life. This wasn't the same.
But just as she turned to reply to his comments, ready with her acidic response, a girl marched right up to her, holding out a hand. Tearing her eyes from Horatio, she blinked in surprise at the abrupt question. How did she already know about her ability? She'd barely left her room and she certainly hadn't told anyone. She realised it was the black haired girl that she had observed across the room, the one with bright red eyes. Caution told her to be careful with this one. Although her aura was also a neutral green, for a second there was a flicker of red, showing underlying intentions. Perhaps she could read minds, just as Ali had suspected when she stepped inside the room. Of course, she could just be guessing. In a second, she decided to lie her way through this meeting. She could lie easily. Taking the hand, she forced a bright smile, shaking her head.
"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about," She said nonchalantly, with a shrug of her shoulders. For now, she figured was better to lie than reveal her ability. It could be used against her. Either that or it could be seen as her weakness. "Though I'm sure that would be really cool. I wonder who it could be?" She put on her best gossiping voice, leaning closer to the girl like a total airhead. She even gave a faked giggle, glancing around the room, looking pointedly at a few people. "Oh, I'm Ali by the way." She smiled at the girl, before glancing at Horatio, as if only just remembering that he was there. In that second, she changed her mind again. After the meeting with this girl, he might be useful. After all, her ability seemed to be striking up interest. If she was threatened, well then perhaps he could teach her how to defend herself, or even just show her around. And besides, it would be nice to just have someone who she could talk to, instead of being so alone.
"Fine, I accept your guidance," She smiled and it was completely genuine. It lit up her tanned face, making her eyes sparkle even more than they did before. Running a finger over her Mark, she let the smile fade, remembering that she had to be careful. She was, after all, not normal anymore. She couldn't allow herself to get attach to people like she had in her old life. This wasn't the same.
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Horatio's beaming smile intensified, as Ali accepted his gesture of guidance. Although her words seemed much too formal to be have been spoken with peace if mind, there was an definitely a truth in her smile, or at least, that was the older man's hunch. Many he had tried to talk to had shunned his initial approach, but few had accepted with what Horatio, at least, guessed was sincerity. His attentions momentarily turned to the girl who had approached them, and asked a strange question, made all the stranger that anyone around here would know about each others' abilities. The veteran noted that she was the same one he noted earlier. Before she had seemed cold and dangerous, but up close, Horatio had doubts in his initial analysis. She seemed a little lost and lonely, after all she was looking for someone, which probably meant she... wanted a friend? Maybe it wasn't friendship Horatio could offer, but they could talk, and sometimes that was enough. He had paused in thought, but having decided on his next action he turned back to Ali, and began speaking.
"Cool, I'm sure I can teach you a thing or two, so have faith. How about, once you've got some food you come join me..." The man's bright auburn eyes scanned the room for a relatively empty table in the busy hall. Though the room was mostly filled, his gaze finally came across a table empty but for his acquaintance Grant speaking to some other girl who seemed familiar enough to make Horatio believe she wasn't another newbie. Pointing at the particular choice of table, the kindly mentor finally stated, "There." He nearly walked off before he remembered the other new girl, with the odd question. "Oh, my name's Horatio... why don't you come along too?" Happy with his invitation, Horatio quickly dived away into the bustling hall, before the girls had an oppourtunity to refuse, swiftly making his way to the seat next to Grant. "Uh, I'm not interrupting, am I? Mind if I sit here?" He hoped his civil manner and glowing smile would be enough apology for interrupting the two younger soldiers' conversation.
"Cool, I'm sure I can teach you a thing or two, so have faith. How about, once you've got some food you come join me..." The man's bright auburn eyes scanned the room for a relatively empty table in the busy hall. Though the room was mostly filled, his gaze finally came across a table empty but for his acquaintance Grant speaking to some other girl who seemed familiar enough to make Horatio believe she wasn't another newbie. Pointing at the particular choice of table, the kindly mentor finally stated, "There." He nearly walked off before he remembered the other new girl, with the odd question. "Oh, my name's Horatio... why don't you come along too?" Happy with his invitation, Horatio quickly dived away into the bustling hall, before the girls had an oppourtunity to refuse, swiftly making his way to the seat next to Grant. "Uh, I'm not interrupting, am I? Mind if I sit here?" He hoped his civil manner and glowing smile would be enough apology for interrupting the two younger soldiers' conversation.
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Grant had gotten his food quickly; an omelet, pancakes, bacon, sausage, a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice. You could say that he had a healthy appetite. Once he was sitting back down he noticed the girl staring at her mark and almost felt like kicking himself. Of course she didn't like her mark; she probably hadn't had it for fourteen years like he'd had his. However, he didn't offer any words of advice or anything, simply because A: he didn't really want to talk and B: he had no idea what he could tell the girl. He'd had his mark for almost as long as he could remember.
So, he just started eating the large amount of food on his plate, that is, until he though of what he could say. He swallowed the bite he'd taken and said, "You know, it must be nice, being able to hide your mark when you get tired of it. Not like me who...Well." He just gestured to his face, "And not to mention that mine is rather stupid, really. At least you could probably convince people your's is a tattoo that you wouldn't have had to be drunk to get." He was just speaking his mind, really. He wasn't trying (very hard) to make her feel better, it was mostly to make himself feel better about having said anything about her mark at all.
Then he went back to eating and took an extremely ungentlemanly bite just as Horatio walked up and asked if he could sit. Grant began to chew deliberately before he shook his head and said, "You're not interrupting much of anything. You know I'm not much for conversation. But, um," He glanced over at the girl before he said, "I guess you can feel free to sit." Then he picked up his glass of juice and took a small drink of it before he picked up a piece of bacon and started to munch on it.
So, he just started eating the large amount of food on his plate, that is, until he though of what he could say. He swallowed the bite he'd taken and said, "You know, it must be nice, being able to hide your mark when you get tired of it. Not like me who...Well." He just gestured to his face, "And not to mention that mine is rather stupid, really. At least you could probably convince people your's is a tattoo that you wouldn't have had to be drunk to get." He was just speaking his mind, really. He wasn't trying (very hard) to make her feel better, it was mostly to make himself feel better about having said anything about her mark at all.
Then he went back to eating and took an extremely ungentlemanly bite just as Horatio walked up and asked if he could sit. Grant began to chew deliberately before he shook his head and said, "You're not interrupting much of anything. You know I'm not much for conversation. But, um," He glanced over at the girl before he said, "I guess you can feel free to sit." Then he picked up his glass of juice and took a small drink of it before he picked up a piece of bacon and started to munch on it.
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Irias kept her eyes low as he sat back down. She didn't - couldn't - look him in the eyes yet. Yet. But, she listened to his attempt to cheer her up. It was sweet, sort of, even if it didn't really sound all that convincing. It was the thought that counted, right? Besides, she had seen the mark, he probably had it much worse than she did. "It's not stupid," she mumbled, lifting her head to look past him. "It's almost you skin tone." She didn't see his ridiculously sized mouthful. "But, really, you don't have to try to make me feel better. That's not going to make it disappear." She dropped her gaze again and continued to nibble at her pancakes. Wish I had gotten waffles...
When the other one sat down, she raised an eyebrow at him. "Go for it," she muttered. Not like it'd matter if I said otherwise, she thought, somewhat bitterly. She managed to give him a once-over without taking a long look. Irias had definitely seen him around, and probably knew his name too, just... didn't recall, maybe? She couldn't see a mark anywhere on his visible skin, so assumed it was either very small, or just concealed. Lucky. He was self-confident, she could tell, but maybe not arrogant. Confidence isn't always a bad thing, the logical side of her brain reminded her. He was also considerable older than her, and Grant as well, if her guess was correct.
At a loss for words or actions, she shoved the last forkful of her main course into her mouth, chewed, and swallowed. She then looked to her unhealthy glass of chocolate milk and took a swig. At that point, she just wanted to eat and run. They weren't even looking at her mark, or saying anything about it (which, don't get her wrong, she was thankful, and even happy about), but she really wanted to get to training to not only blow off steam, but hopefully see what the newbies could do. The guys seemed nice enough, though. It's not all bad, I guess. For a change, maybe things were getting better, looking up, even. But, she wasn't prepared to take that leap of faith just yet.
When the other one sat down, she raised an eyebrow at him. "Go for it," she muttered. Not like it'd matter if I said otherwise, she thought, somewhat bitterly. She managed to give him a once-over without taking a long look. Irias had definitely seen him around, and probably knew his name too, just... didn't recall, maybe? She couldn't see a mark anywhere on his visible skin, so assumed it was either very small, or just concealed. Lucky. He was self-confident, she could tell, but maybe not arrogant. Confidence isn't always a bad thing, the logical side of her brain reminded her. He was also considerable older than her, and Grant as well, if her guess was correct.
At a loss for words or actions, she shoved the last forkful of her main course into her mouth, chewed, and swallowed. She then looked to her unhealthy glass of chocolate milk and took a swig. At that point, she just wanted to eat and run. They weren't even looking at her mark, or saying anything about it (which, don't get her wrong, she was thankful, and even happy about), but she really wanted to get to training to not only blow off steam, but hopefully see what the newbies could do. The guys seemed nice enough, though. It's not all bad, I guess. For a change, maybe things were getting better, looking up, even. But, she wasn't prepared to take that leap of faith just yet.
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Without a chance to protest, Ali watched in horror as Horatio made his way to a table where a boy and girl were seated. She had wanted to be alone. Of course he seemed to have good intentions at heart, but this had been the last thing that she wanted. Swallowing hard, she balanced her tray on one slender hand and with the other, tugged the hood of her sweatshirt back over her brown curls, hiding her face as much as possible. It had to be said that her Mark was elegant and pretty, but to her it was nothing more than the mark of a freak. It separated her from the real world. It had torn her away from her previous life and thrown her into this hell. Slowly, she slipped between the tables after Horatio, keeping her eyes firmly on the ground in front of her. Perhaps they would ignore her and let her be by herself. But somehow, she didn't think Horatio was going to let that happen. He seemed like he wanted to help her, but were his intentions completely honorable?
Sliding her tray onto the table, she slipped into the seat alongside Horatio, but she kept her distance. Sitting on the edge of the seat, she huddled up in her hoody, picking up her knife and fork. At first she simply played with her food, before she began to eat it. Her thoughts were that these people might leave if she ate slowly, but it looked like they were there to stay. There was an awkward silence that hung over the table for a few moments. Clearing her throat, Ali dared to look up at the people around the table. There was nothing threatening about them. In fact, their auras showed quite the opposite. The girl was reserved and quiet, not much of a threat. And the boy was also quite calm, with a gentle blue aura surrounding him. But that didn't mean she wanted to be any more friendly with them.
Glancing at Horatio, she arched a brown eyebrow, giving a small shrug, as if to say "what now?" She had no inclination to speak to these people unless she was addressed first. In fact, she was now keen to leave and start her training. Her silence spoke volumes. She didn't want to be there as much as the others didn't want to be there.
Sliding her tray onto the table, she slipped into the seat alongside Horatio, but she kept her distance. Sitting on the edge of the seat, she huddled up in her hoody, picking up her knife and fork. At first she simply played with her food, before she began to eat it. Her thoughts were that these people might leave if she ate slowly, but it looked like they were there to stay. There was an awkward silence that hung over the table for a few moments. Clearing her throat, Ali dared to look up at the people around the table. There was nothing threatening about them. In fact, their auras showed quite the opposite. The girl was reserved and quiet, not much of a threat. And the boy was also quite calm, with a gentle blue aura surrounding him. But that didn't mean she wanted to be any more friendly with them.
Glancing at Horatio, she arched a brown eyebrow, giving a small shrug, as if to say "what now?" She had no inclination to speak to these people unless she was addressed first. In fact, she was now keen to leave and start her training. Her silence spoke volumes. She didn't want to be there as much as the others didn't want to be there.
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Offering a hand in way of thanks to Grant, Horatio sat down, soon followed by at least one of his invitees. He was itting down in contentment that he could at least help out one of these kids, before noticing an arching of an eyebrow in his direction, which, fittingly, reminded him of his own lack of direction deciding theat he should at least make sure the table were on first name basis, he opened his mouth, with a usual enthusiasm. "Uh, Grant, this Ali, Ali, Grant He's an acquiantance of mine, but then again who around here isn't!" Noting the people surrounding him had no reaction he quickly moved on, to the girl across the table, who, ironically, wasn't an acquiantance. "Oh and I'm Horatio," the veteran stated, extending a handshake across the table. After exchanging pleasantaries, he explained what skeleton of a plan he had to help. "Well, I can't do much before training starts, but warn you: it's tough. Real tough. But I'll be there, and I've picked up a few things to avoid attention in all those horrible drills."
Horatio was telling the truth - the most important thing about getting through training was managing to stay unnoticed. Even if you were outstanding, it just put you in danger of being thrown into the deep end before you had the subsequent experience. The older man had been lucky: he had not been a stand out early on in any particular area, and not weak enough in any to cause concern either. He had been a middle man. These days though, he barely turned up to training. He could keep himself fit, and didn't have anymore to learn. Besides, they were hardly going to discard one of their most enduring recruits, in essence, despite his unsuitability for promotion, Horatio was still a success story, having survived longer than just about anyone still kept in this prison. But that was all irrelevent, today was about new blood, not old news. For the grizzled vet, it was a waiting game for the time being.
Horatio was telling the truth - the most important thing about getting through training was managing to stay unnoticed. Even if you were outstanding, it just put you in danger of being thrown into the deep end before you had the subsequent experience. The older man had been lucky: he had not been a stand out early on in any particular area, and not weak enough in any to cause concern either. He had been a middle man. These days though, he barely turned up to training. He could keep himself fit, and didn't have anymore to learn. Besides, they were hardly going to discard one of their most enduring recruits, in essence, despite his unsuitability for promotion, Horatio was still a success story, having survived longer than just about anyone still kept in this prison. But that was all irrelevent, today was about new blood, not old news. For the grizzled vet, it was a waiting game for the time being.
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Grant nodded at Horatio as if to say, "no problem" before his attention went back to the food in front of him. At the introduction he nodded over at the girl named Ali and said, "Hi. It's, uh, nice to meet you." I guess. He raised an eyebrow at Horatio, "The training isn't that bad." Then he added, "But, yeah, you don't want to stand out. Doesn't matter if it's bad or good attention you're getting, you want to be sort of invisible right now. Later, once you've acquired more talent, then you can think about excelling. But don't worry about the training right now, it's hard, I guess, but not all that bad."
Of course, this was Grant talking, sometimes he forgot that not everyone advanced through the training as quickly as he had, but he'd seen people be too good and not be able to handle the harder training, so he knew most people had to take things one step at a time. "At any rate, I'm pretty sure I'll be at training, too...So it's unlikely you'll be noticed, Ali." He shrugged, he wasn't trying to be cocky or overconfident, but he did tend to be a bit of a show stopper. Honestly, he never even noticed the way his comments like that sounded. Then he decided to eat his cereal before it got soggy. He hated soggy cereal.
Of course, this was Grant talking, sometimes he forgot that not everyone advanced through the training as quickly as he had, but he'd seen people be too good and not be able to handle the harder training, so he knew most people had to take things one step at a time. "At any rate, I'm pretty sure I'll be at training, too...So it's unlikely you'll be noticed, Ali." He shrugged, he wasn't trying to be cocky or overconfident, but he did tend to be a bit of a show stopper. Honestly, he never even noticed the way his comments like that sounded. Then he decided to eat his cereal before it got soggy. He hated soggy cereal.
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Ali's eyes flickered from Horatio, to Grant who spoke up soon after. Her eyes narrowed slightly as they both spoke. Was Horatio trying deliberately to scare her? Was this just a game to him? And what were Grant's motives? He was trying to tell her it wasn't that bad, but why did he care what she thought about this place? Because she didn't care about anything that went on here. The young girl didn't intend to stay long if she could help it. And the training surely wasn't that bad. Horatio was just trying to make her fear something that didn't need to be feared. Sticking out her chin, for a second she was a shadow of her previous self, confident and ready to say what was on her mind. Her eyes flashed almost dangerously. But as quickly as that confident spark had shone in her eyes, it faded once again and she lowered her bright eyes to her pancakes.
"I'm not worried about the training," She muttered into her plate, only glancing up, trying not to catch their eyes. She played with the food there, pushing it around her plate. "Besides, shouldn't we be getting off?" Pushing her plate away, she got to her feet, giving the three of them a pointed look. The girl had barely spoken since they had joined Grant and herself. In fact, she seemed more shy than Ali was. For a second, Ali's heart went out to her and then she remembered that in here, everyone looked after themselves. She couldn't risk getting on the wrong side of someone. And so befriending anyone was out of the question until further notice. Clearing her throat and without another word, she set off towards the door, only looking back to see if Horatio and Grant were following her, the girl too. In her old world, if they had followed her, she was would have smirked to herself, knowing she had all the power. But now she just felt lonely and cold. She hated this place.
"I'm not worried about the training," She muttered into her plate, only glancing up, trying not to catch their eyes. She played with the food there, pushing it around her plate. "Besides, shouldn't we be getting off?" Pushing her plate away, she got to her feet, giving the three of them a pointed look. The girl had barely spoken since they had joined Grant and herself. In fact, she seemed more shy than Ali was. For a second, Ali's heart went out to her and then she remembered that in here, everyone looked after themselves. She couldn't risk getting on the wrong side of someone. And so befriending anyone was out of the question until further notice. Clearing her throat and without another word, she set off towards the door, only looking back to see if Horatio and Grant were following her, the girl too. In her old world, if they had followed her, she was would have smirked to herself, knowing she had all the power. But now she just felt lonely and cold. She hated this place.
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Even though the boys seemed to genuinely trying to make the new girl more comfortable, she wasn't having any of it. Irias smiled to herself. Smart girl. The girl obviously wasn't terribly excited about being there in the first place, and Irias honestly didn't blame her. New places and environments were always hard to get used to, but she had probably gotten ripped away from a family. That just made things so much worse. She couldn't help but feel the smallest bit sorry for her. But the moment ended.
She nodded at her last sentence. "She's right, training is supposed to start soon." With that said, she stood and went to go empty her tray in the trash at practically the other end of the cafeteria. She kept her eyes on the ground for most of the walk, only bringing them up when she accidentally bumped into a guy a few feet away from the trash cans. She muttered an apology, and then proceeded to scrape the excess maple syrup into the black bag. When it was as clean as she could get it, she placed both in the appropriate stacks on the cart beside the cans.
Irias looked back to the people she'd allowed to sit at her table, but it wasn't lingering at all. Within a few seconds, her eyes were on the door, and after a few steps, her eyes were back on the ground. She didn't exactly need to see where she was going to get to training anymore. At first, she'd get lost all the time and not have a clue as to where she was headed, often resulting in being late to training. She'd gotten into trouble for that, and needless to say, she learned her way fairly quickly. She knew when to turn and how far down certain hallways it was. She got to the room nearly first, only two other people in there. She kept to herself, not paying much attention to them stretching. She knew she probably should've been doing the same, but at the second, she really didn't feel like doing anything at all.
She nodded at her last sentence. "She's right, training is supposed to start soon." With that said, she stood and went to go empty her tray in the trash at practically the other end of the cafeteria. She kept her eyes on the ground for most of the walk, only bringing them up when she accidentally bumped into a guy a few feet away from the trash cans. She muttered an apology, and then proceeded to scrape the excess maple syrup into the black bag. When it was as clean as she could get it, she placed both in the appropriate stacks on the cart beside the cans.
Irias looked back to the people she'd allowed to sit at her table, but it wasn't lingering at all. Within a few seconds, her eyes were on the door, and after a few steps, her eyes were back on the ground. She didn't exactly need to see where she was going to get to training anymore. At first, she'd get lost all the time and not have a clue as to where she was headed, often resulting in being late to training. She'd gotten into trouble for that, and needless to say, she learned her way fairly quickly. She knew when to turn and how far down certain hallways it was. She got to the room nearly first, only two other people in there. She kept to herself, not paying much attention to them stretching. She knew she probably should've been doing the same, but at the second, she really didn't feel like doing anything at all.
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1, 2, 3, 4by KrazyTigger on Wed Aug 10, 2011 8:12 am
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Sorry fpr the delay: internet issues, home issues and mental health issues - all the good stuff. #I might be a little slower to post from here on too, but I'll do my damndest to keep up!
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Thanks guys! I'm sure my Grandma would appreciate that. And thanks for your concern :)
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Well, I do hope you're grandma's power gets back on, losing power is never fun.
But I'm glad you're okay. :)
But I'm glad you're okay. :)
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I'm sorry for your Grandma, not to mention your surroundings, but I'm delighted to hear you're okay. I hope everything gets better for you soon, take your time getting back to RP normality, just glad to hear most, if not all, is well.
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Thanks! ^^ I'll post as soon as I can.
There are trees down everywhere, and we lost power for 36 hours, but me, my family, and my house are unscathed. My poor gramma's without power for probably another week, if not more from what the power companies are saying.
There are trees down everywhere, and we lost power for 36 hours, but me, my family, and my house are unscathed. My poor gramma's without power for probably another week, if not more from what the power companies are saying.
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I could post now, but I reckon I'll wait for Damsel - not that I expect you to rush into posting, take your time, seriously, but if anyone wonders why I haven't, that's why. Trying to make our RP juust a little better rounded, I think.
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Thanks, guys! I'm sure we'll make it through. It'll just be a really long day.
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Okay, sorry for taking so long so post. :P
And Damsel, I hope the hurricane didn't hit you too hard!
And Damsel, I hope the hurricane didn't hit you too hard!
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Wow, sorry Damsel. This RP seems to be having alot of behind the scenes drama, huh? Nevertheless, hope you and your family okay, and look forward to hopefully hearing from you soon
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Thanks to Hurricane Irene's impending strike, I don't know when I'll be able to post again. :/
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I felt a little out of sorts when I wrote my last post, so sorry if it's lacking any particular qualities, I apowwaguys (apologise, as spoken by my little sister), but better decent than nought I say.
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Well that's what I had been waiting on as well, but I think you can be post. It's not like she was ignored in anyone's posts and she can easily slip back into the fray.
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Should we stop waiting for Enerexal? They've been off for the last few days, and I don't want to be rude, but I'd feel worse if I didn't bring this up and feel like you're waiting for me...
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I, as well, am sorry for your loss. I lost an uncle last year so I know how hard these things can be. Don't worry about posting very often, we all understand. I'm going to be keeping you and your family in my prayers, for sure, because losing a loved one is one of the hardest things a person can go through.
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Sorry for your loss, but take consolation from the fact I'm happy to be reading your posts again. If you need to talk to anyone I had a grandparent who died recently myself, so feel free to send a PM if you want to chat. Don't worry about post quality and frequency, I'd rather wait than put anyone through undue duress. In anycase, I hope you feel a little bit better soon, and I send you and your family all my best regards in what I am sure is a troubling time.
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I've posted. Sorry its late and short, but I've just had a loss in the family which means that roleplaying isn't top of my list right now. I apologise, but I'm not leaving it, I'll just be posting less frequently. I want to keep going because it distracts me.
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Okay, sorry for not posting yesterday. ^^;
I'm working on a post now...And I finally edited my character sheet to have the two fields it seemed to lack.
I'm working on a post now...And I finally edited my character sheet to have the two fields it seemed to lack.
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Hey, so, I'm going to a friend's house tonight and I'm just not sure I can post before I'll have to leave.
I can post tomorrow afternoon, though.
Sorry for the inconvenience of my not posting tonight.
I can post tomorrow afternoon, though.
Sorry for the inconvenience of my not posting tonight.
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Thanks Tigger, I got a B! A B! That's the best news EVER. I won't go all life story, but its pretty awesome, abd by the time I've finished the course I might even get those grades up a notch. So yay! Oh, and don't work too hard! Anyways...
Just gonna post now...
Just gonna post now...