Introduction
It started off as a small project. Less than that - an observation. I was a young man at the time, just nineteen, and at university. There, I had made friends, and I was sat with them one night, watching a film. Their names were Michael and Melissa, and the only odd thing about them was that they were twins. The entire idea of twins always fascinated me, and I admit, this fascination was what drew me to them. But what I saw that night heightened my belief that there is something between twins, created through the bond shared in the womb, that is substantial and measurable. You see, Melissa had gone to get our pizza from the door, while me and Michael stayed with the film. And then, two things happened at once. Abruptly, Michael swore beneath his breath and pulled his hand to his chest, as swiftly as if he had been bitten by some invisible ghost; and at the same time, a similar choice of words emanated from the doorway, where Melissa had just caught her finger. With no way of knowing that his twin had just broken her finger, Michael had felt the pain in his own hand. They both laughed it off, convinced that it was little more than a fluke. And yet, I disagree. I know it is more. And after completing my time at university, I made it my life's work to find out truly what this phenomenon is.
Here, at Camp Bifold, we keep thirty-four pairs of twins. Of course, no one knows about the camp, and none of the children know their biological parents. Sure, some would say that this little project of mine is unethical, or morally unsound, and yet I know better. The knowledge I can learn from these children is priceless. Each pair of children spend their youth in my sister-camp, Camp Kidd, where we followed and tracked their natural progression as they grew up, from the day of their birth, to the morn of their fifteenth birthdays. It is then that we bring them to Camp Bifold. On the surface, Camp Bifold is very similar to her sister-camp. The children are all implanted with a reliable tracker in their arm - though they are unaware of this - and they adhere to a strict schedule. It is here, though, that I conduct my experiments. My aim is to be the man that discovers what it is that forms such a bond between twins. It is my hypothesis that twins have the ability to share thoughts, emotions, and physical and mental pain; and my experiments in Block Seventeen will prove this.
Here, at Camp Bifold, we keep thirty-four pairs of twins. Of course, no one knows about the camp, and none of the children know their biological parents. Sure, some would say that this little project of mine is unethical, or morally unsound, and yet I know better. The knowledge I can learn from these children is priceless. Each pair of children spend their youth in my sister-camp, Camp Kidd, where we followed and tracked their natural progression as they grew up, from the day of their birth, to the morn of their fifteenth birthdays. It is then that we bring them to Camp Bifold. On the surface, Camp Bifold is very similar to her sister-camp. The children are all implanted with a reliable tracker in their arm - though they are unaware of this - and they adhere to a strict schedule. It is here, though, that I conduct my experiments. My aim is to be the man that discovers what it is that forms such a bond between twins. It is my hypothesis that twins have the ability to share thoughts, emotions, and physical and mental pain; and my experiments in Block Seventeen will prove this.
- Richard Barns, Camp Director
Nothing here is what it seems
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And life goes on until
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Someone breaks the norm
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And sees what really goes on in Block Seventeen
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And life goes on until
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Someone breaks the norm
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And sees what really goes on in Block Seventeen
6:30 - Morning Alarm
7.00 - Roll Call
7:15 - Breakfast
8:00 - Activity One
9:00 - Activity Two
10:00 - Activity Three
11:00 - Snack Time
12:00 - Roll Call
12:30 - Lunch
14:00 - Activity Four
15:00 - Activity Five
16:00 - Activity Six
17:00 - Free time
18:00 - Roll Call
18:30 - Dinner
19:15 - Free Time
21:00 - Roll Call
22:00 - Bed and Curfew
22:15 - Lights Out
7.00 - Roll Call
7:15 - Breakfast
8:00 - Activity One
9:00 - Activity Two
10:00 - Activity Three
11:00 - Snack Time
12:00 - Roll Call
12:30 - Lunch
14:00 - Activity Four
15:00 - Activity Five
16:00 - Activity Six
17:00 - Free time
18:00 - Roll Call
18:30 - Dinner
19:15 - Free Time
21:00 - Roll Call
22:00 - Bed and Curfew
22:15 - Lights Out
Blocks Thirty and beyond are of no concern to the Twins, as they are mostly where the staff work. Camp Bifold hosts almost a hundred and fifty members of staff. This includes all the necessary members - caterers, cleaners, and teachers, as well as therapists and counselors. Also, there are doctors (more than the Twins are aware), and everyone is aware of Dr. Barns, who occasionally makes appearances. In addition, a small army of armed guards are employed to patrol the borders of the camp, and ensure that nothing can get in or get out.
~ Thanks to Ville.Sunfall for helping me with putting this roleplay together ~
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The tiles in Dr. Barns' bathroom were brilliant white, and the light was almost harsh in the small room. The floors were white and cold beneath the man's bare feet, and the tiled walls shined spotlessly. In the mirror, his face held no expression. It rarely did; his intricate thoughts hidden beneath his steely glaze. The only sound other than his breathing was the rushing of the water in the sink as he washed his hands. Today, he was expecting the arrival of another set of twins. Two boys, by the reports. In the mirror, Dr. Barns' upper lip curled in disgust. Two little teenage boys. They were always the worst. Boys were disobedient, chaotic, loud creatures that ignored rules. But he needed them, just as he needed the others. Dr. Barns rose a hand and ran it through his thinning black hair, making it stand up on end. A small, emotionless smile twitched at the corners of his mouth as he regarded himself in the immaculate mirror, amusing himself with the appearance of his hair on end. He looked younger like this, much younger, and carefree. It was an image so unlike his actual personality it made him appear as an almost entirely different man.
Bored quickly with his appearance, Dr. Barns dropped a few strands of dislodged hair in the bin, and then washed his hands again before drying them on the soft, warm towel by the door. He could feel the day starting, and estimated the time to be around six thirty, and just as he thought it, the ringing of the morning alarm resonated through the still air. Six-thirty exactly. Crossing over to his wardrobe, Dr. Barns selected one of his many crisp white shirts, and walked to the window as he shrugged it on, and then carefully buttoned it up. Outside, the day was dawning darkly. Beyond the fencing of the camp, the forest loomed wickedly on the horizon that was blanketed with a fresh fall of snow. Dr. Barns hated the stuff, and turned his gaze upon a manual laborer who was busy sweeping paths into the knee high drifts. Lights appeared in the Blocks of the children as they were awoken by the staff and the bell, and at this point, Dr. Barns turned aside. He had no desire whatsoever to witness the waking of the children. However, just as he turned away, a light in the distance caught his eye. It flashed orange three times as the gates of the camp slid open, admitting a heavy black car. Dr. Barns nodded to himself. Everything was running to schedule, and the car heralded the arrival of their new camp member.
Having buttoned up his shirt, Dr. Barns selected a moody blue tie from the rack, which he tied tightly around his throat. He added a suit jacket to his ensemble, and then went back into his bathroom where he studied his appearance once more in the mirror. He looked smart, and professional, and after he pulled a comb through his hair so that not a strand was out of place, he looked immaculate, as he did every day. He put the comb back in it's place in the cupboard, and then washed his hands again. He had big plans for today. Overnight, he'd left an experiment ticking over, and he was eager to return to it. He had taken a set of twins, a boy and a girl, and separated them. Each had slept in a different room, and while one was made comfortable and warm, the other was put in a room no bigger than a closet with only a few rats to keep her company. Periodically during the night, she had been taken out by one of his scientists, and an irritant was applied to the back of her right hand. Dr. Barns was looking forward to seeing the state of the two children this morning, and seeing if the male had felt the discomfort of his sister.
A genuine smile formed on his lips as he turned and gathered up his briefcase. First, he would attend Roll Call, to check on the new arrival, and then he would make his way to Block Seventeen as usual. Dr. Barns turned from his room then, and left his Block. He had one to himself, and it was the more comfortable of all the Blocks in the camp. It was placed nearby the large courtyard where all the children congregated each morning in front of a raised platform where one of the senior staff members would call their name.
Outside, he made his way quickly over to that stage. It wasn't a long walk, but the morning was chilly and slightly uncomfortable. Dr. Barns scowled a little, not paying attention to the staff that he passed as they abruptly straightened up and saluted or bowed. It was a sign of respect that he paid no attention to, and yet he demanded it at the same time. As he approached the platform, one of the senior nannies as he liked to call them, was stood waiting for the children to arrive. The harsh looking woman had a long, hooked nose, and eyes of a cruel and icy blue. Her steel grey hair was put up in a bun out of the way, and the style was flawless. She was a woman that Dr. Barns knew well, as she was the one in charge of managing the Twins Accommodation Blocks. As Dr. Barns approached, she turned to look at him and nodded slowly in a gesture that was almost a bow of respect. She knew better than to speak to him though, and Dr. Barns simply nodded in reply before moving to stand at the back in his usual spot to watch his subjects straggle into their places.
Alex and Adam sat in the car as it drove into the camp. Alex put pressure on the scar on his right hand, trying to remember where he got it, while Adam just seemed to get irritated. The driver had been silent the whole trip, not that they could see him anyways. Or her. Maybe it was a her.
"Adam, you think they might actually tell us what is going on here? Or maybe who are parents are?"
"Do you really believe we would get that information now?"
"No. But I can be hopeful, cant I?"
"I guess, so long as you realize its not happening"
Alex looked out the window. "I think we both know it will eventually..."
Adam elbowed his brother in the rib, and seemed to get a cramp at the same time. It was a quick one though. "Serves you right..."
As the car pulled up, they could see a roll call was going on. They wondered why they had to be driven in the middle of the night, and most of the way by an armed escort. So maybe they had tried a previous escape attempt? They were curious. Almost annoyingly curious, about everything. A note was made about it in their files about how curious they seemed to be. There was also a note they seemed to share "a special bond", and recommended Eagle Eye.
They really couldn't see anyone else yet, except for a Doctor. "You thinking what I am thinking?"
"That the doctor over there is in charge, and he is kind of scary looking?"
"Exactly what I was thinking"
Eventually the car stopped, and they were made to get out. The driver went around and got their luggage from the trunk, though there was not much to start with. Just some clothes. Because they had been taken in the middle of the night, they were not even given time to change, and were dressed only in their T-shirts, pajama pants, and sneakers. As a result, they spent about half the trip asleep, the other half trying to figure out what was going on.
"So, maybe you can try not to get us in trouble? Please?"
"No promises"
"Adam, you think they might actually tell us what is going on here? Or maybe who are parents are?"
"Do you really believe we would get that information now?"
"No. But I can be hopeful, cant I?"
"I guess, so long as you realize its not happening"
Alex looked out the window. "I think we both know it will eventually..."
Adam elbowed his brother in the rib, and seemed to get a cramp at the same time. It was a quick one though. "Serves you right..."
As the car pulled up, they could see a roll call was going on. They wondered why they had to be driven in the middle of the night, and most of the way by an armed escort. So maybe they had tried a previous escape attempt? They were curious. Almost annoyingly curious, about everything. A note was made about it in their files about how curious they seemed to be. There was also a note they seemed to share "a special bond", and recommended Eagle Eye.
They really couldn't see anyone else yet, except for a Doctor. "You thinking what I am thinking?"
"That the doctor over there is in charge, and he is kind of scary looking?"
"Exactly what I was thinking"
Eventually the car stopped, and they were made to get out. The driver went around and got their luggage from the trunk, though there was not much to start with. Just some clothes. Because they had been taken in the middle of the night, they were not even given time to change, and were dressed only in their T-shirts, pajama pants, and sneakers. As a result, they spent about half the trip asleep, the other half trying to figure out what was going on.
"So, maybe you can try not to get us in trouble? Please?"
"No promises"
Travis and Mark Bernstein
It was another typical day in Camp, just as it was the day before and the one before that. Was there any new news? No. Of course not. Nothing new ever happened, it seemed.
...Unless someone intentionally caused it to happen. But even then, the same tricks began to get boring and soon enough they were predictable. Oh, 'Insert Name Here' did 'Insert Whatever Thing He/She Did Here' again? Huh! They did that last time, too!
Options were running low, and one can only throw soccer balls at someones head before it began to lose it's fun. Of course, no one really threw soccer balls at the other campers... That'd would probably result in some sort of punishment.
"My head still hurts." The first one stated, rubbing the back of his neck as he walked. Turns out a game of Throw Whatever You Can At That Guy! wasn't as thrilling as it sounded.
"You poor thing." The second one replied, not sounding like he gave much interest.
The first one frowned, "You're not even going to pretend that you care?"
"That would be lying."
"I said pretend, Travis. They're completely different."
Travis rolled his eyes, "Well obviously you're not as smart as you think you are, Mark, because they're the same. Now shut up, no one wants to hear you."
Mark scowled at the boy who looked nearly exactly like him. Having a twin was usually just the same as having a typical brother, but at times when Mark was upset and would look at Travis, he felt like he was just getting mad at himself. Same face, same height, same grin, same laugh... any differences? The at least had different voices.
"Oooh, somebody's mad!" Travis snickered, nudging Mark with his elbow, "What? Are your socks not matching today?"
Mark ignored the comment and focused on where he was walking. Travis was so annoying sometimes, it was as if he would dig under Mark's skin and refuse to leave when it began to itch.
'I'm stuck with you!' It would seem like he would taunt, 'Stuck with you and you can't do anything! Ha! Oh, and by the way, you've gotta appreciate me because we're related and stuff. Sucks for you, brother!'
From the corner of his eye, Mark saw Travis's shoulders fall, "I'm not like that." he said, folding his arms. This time, there was a little bit of actual emotion in his voice. He sounded hurt.
Immediately, Mark felt guilty as well.
"I know you're not."
"I'm sorry."
A few seconds of silence passed between them before Mark spoke up, "My socks are matching, by the way."
Leta and Kimmi
"Hey, Kimmi, you gotta wake up."
The insistent sound of her sister seemed as if it came from a distance, and Kimmi rolled over in bed as if she should physically escape from it. She buried her head into her pillow and groaned into it, pushing her eyes closed in an attempt to fall back asleep. Kimmi really was not a morning person. She never had been, and she was sure that she never would be. If she had her way, then she would sleep through until around midday - a luxury only allowed to her when she was sick. She had never understood why the staff at the camp insisted that everyone should be awake before the sun, and then stood around in the cold before they could eat. To her, it was a moronic and archaic tradition that was nigh on torture.
"Kimmi! Seriously, we need to leave before we're late. For Gods' sake! Why do you do this every morning?" Leta's tone had become harsh and irritated. They had the same ritual every morning. How difficult was it just to do as she was told? Every morning they had this argument, and Leta supposed it was like trying to get a child to go out. It was struggle after struggle, before they would undoubtedly have a heated argument, which would be resolved by Kimmi's lower lip trembling, and Leta going off to sulk. Well...it wasn't always like that. Leta felt bad for thinking so poorly of her sister, but she couldn't help it. She really needed to get her act together.
Leta turned and went to her sisters' dresser, where she pulled out some clothes. Leta was already dressed in some baggy pants and a jacket, with her hat concealing her short hair. That was the one major difference between the two twins - that one had ridiculously long hair, and the others' was a lot shorter. Leta knew her appearance was kind of boyish, but she didn't care. At least she was comfortable in her clothes. The jeans and shirt she threw at her sister landed on her head, and the only reply was a low groan of irritation.
"Come on!"
"Okay! Fine! I'm getting up!"
Kimmi sat up and scowled at her sister, before sighing and untangling her legs from the blanket. The other girls that they shared their Block with were already up and dressed, with some of them on their way out for Roll Call. Kimmi rolled her eyes and stood up, watching as Leta grinned at her teasingly.
"Nice bed head"
"Is it really that bad?"
Kimmi tugged off her pajamas as she went to examine the state of her hair in the mirror, and groaned with resignation. It seemed today would be a bad hair day. Her dark brown locks stuck out at all angles, and her natural curls were unruly and rebellious. She glanced at the clock on the wall as she began to change her clothes, and grimaced as she saw how little time she had left.
"Can you pass me my brush?" Kimmi asked her sister as she pulled on her socks, dressing so hurriedly that she really did look as if she had just gotten out of bed. Leta threw the hair brush over to Kimmi, who caught it without looking. It was something that she did naturally, without even thinking. The two just managed to live happily and easily side by side, even during the times that they fought. Standing, she tugged the brush through her hair in an attempt to tame the mess that sleep had created. There were dark shadows beneath her eyes, as usual, but they would lighten as the day went on. Turning to her sister who was waiting for her impatiently as she gave up with her hair, and just tied it back out of the way, she was met with a raised brow and the question.
"Are you ready yet?" The sarcasm in her tone and the irritation in her voice was just a front, and they both knew it. Really, Leta looked at her sister with something like a pang of jealousy. Even when she didn't look her best, she still looked pretty good. Leta wondered what it would be like to look as feminine or as attractive as her twin did, and sighed inwardly. She'd never be that person, and she wasn't so good at pretending to be either.
"Yep. Come on," Kimmi slipped her feet into a pair of boots and then zipped them up, before moving forwards and taking her sisters hand, "We'll be late". Kimmi pulled Leta along with her, leaving their Block to join the people who were already heading towards the courtyard where they all stood each morning. Ahead, they could see the congregation of boys from one of their Blocks as they wandered over to take their places. In the crowd, a pair of red heads stood out, and Leta and Kimmi exchanged grins at the sight of red in the wash of blondes and browns. It wasn't that they thought that it was weird or anything, it was just that they could both appreciate how the colors made them stand out. Ahead, on the platform were two individuals that had frightened the twins since they arrived. Neither had ever had a proper conversation with them, but the reputation of Dr. Barns was not kind. Leta squeezed Kimmi's hand as they took their place, waiting impatiently for everyone to arrive so that they could return to the warmth of the inside. On the other side of the courtyard, a car had just drawn up, from which emerged a pair of twins who looked bewildered and confused. Leta felt Kimmi's curiosity, but they kept silent, as was the unwritten rule of the courtyard.
The insistent sound of her sister seemed as if it came from a distance, and Kimmi rolled over in bed as if she should physically escape from it. She buried her head into her pillow and groaned into it, pushing her eyes closed in an attempt to fall back asleep. Kimmi really was not a morning person. She never had been, and she was sure that she never would be. If she had her way, then she would sleep through until around midday - a luxury only allowed to her when she was sick. She had never understood why the staff at the camp insisted that everyone should be awake before the sun, and then stood around in the cold before they could eat. To her, it was a moronic and archaic tradition that was nigh on torture.
"Kimmi! Seriously, we need to leave before we're late. For Gods' sake! Why do you do this every morning?" Leta's tone had become harsh and irritated. They had the same ritual every morning. How difficult was it just to do as she was told? Every morning they had this argument, and Leta supposed it was like trying to get a child to go out. It was struggle after struggle, before they would undoubtedly have a heated argument, which would be resolved by Kimmi's lower lip trembling, and Leta going off to sulk. Well...it wasn't always like that. Leta felt bad for thinking so poorly of her sister, but she couldn't help it. She really needed to get her act together.
Leta turned and went to her sisters' dresser, where she pulled out some clothes. Leta was already dressed in some baggy pants and a jacket, with her hat concealing her short hair. That was the one major difference between the two twins - that one had ridiculously long hair, and the others' was a lot shorter. Leta knew her appearance was kind of boyish, but she didn't care. At least she was comfortable in her clothes. The jeans and shirt she threw at her sister landed on her head, and the only reply was a low groan of irritation.
"Come on!"
"Okay! Fine! I'm getting up!"
Kimmi sat up and scowled at her sister, before sighing and untangling her legs from the blanket. The other girls that they shared their Block with were already up and dressed, with some of them on their way out for Roll Call. Kimmi rolled her eyes and stood up, watching as Leta grinned at her teasingly.
"Nice bed head"
"Is it really that bad?"
Kimmi tugged off her pajamas as she went to examine the state of her hair in the mirror, and groaned with resignation. It seemed today would be a bad hair day. Her dark brown locks stuck out at all angles, and her natural curls were unruly and rebellious. She glanced at the clock on the wall as she began to change her clothes, and grimaced as she saw how little time she had left.
"Can you pass me my brush?" Kimmi asked her sister as she pulled on her socks, dressing so hurriedly that she really did look as if she had just gotten out of bed. Leta threw the hair brush over to Kimmi, who caught it without looking. It was something that she did naturally, without even thinking. The two just managed to live happily and easily side by side, even during the times that they fought. Standing, she tugged the brush through her hair in an attempt to tame the mess that sleep had created. There were dark shadows beneath her eyes, as usual, but they would lighten as the day went on. Turning to her sister who was waiting for her impatiently as she gave up with her hair, and just tied it back out of the way, she was met with a raised brow and the question.
"Are you ready yet?" The sarcasm in her tone and the irritation in her voice was just a front, and they both knew it. Really, Leta looked at her sister with something like a pang of jealousy. Even when she didn't look her best, she still looked pretty good. Leta wondered what it would be like to look as feminine or as attractive as her twin did, and sighed inwardly. She'd never be that person, and she wasn't so good at pretending to be either.
"Yep. Come on," Kimmi slipped her feet into a pair of boots and then zipped them up, before moving forwards and taking her sisters hand, "We'll be late". Kimmi pulled Leta along with her, leaving their Block to join the people who were already heading towards the courtyard where they all stood each morning. Ahead, they could see the congregation of boys from one of their Blocks as they wandered over to take their places. In the crowd, a pair of red heads stood out, and Leta and Kimmi exchanged grins at the sight of red in the wash of blondes and browns. It wasn't that they thought that it was weird or anything, it was just that they could both appreciate how the colors made them stand out. Ahead, on the platform were two individuals that had frightened the twins since they arrived. Neither had ever had a proper conversation with them, but the reputation of Dr. Barns was not kind. Leta squeezed Kimmi's hand as they took their place, waiting impatiently for everyone to arrive so that they could return to the warmth of the inside. On the other side of the courtyard, a car had just drawn up, from which emerged a pair of twins who looked bewildered and confused. Leta felt Kimmi's curiosity, but they kept silent, as was the unwritten rule of the courtyard.
Kinéra and Relvue
Her eyes were open already, even though it was still early. The screen of her game flickered dangerously through the darkness in the twins' room. It was as if she was possessed, not being able to stop with playing, only staring at it while pushing all of the seven different buttons in an inhuman speed. "It's there... it's finally there! I am gonna get you now, you freaking monster! Here is my revange after my embarassing thirdteenth loss! I am gonna defeat you! You get it! Beg me for forgiveness!," She mumbled to herself as a quite creepy smile appeared on her pale face. It was clear: She was tired. Tired from playing through the whole night. However, her fighting spirit didn't lessen. Her urge to defeat the games' boss was stronger than her urge to get a nice sleep. "Haha, feel that? Now my combo!," She murmured, then suddenly a familiar, annoying noise filled the room, startled her which let her make a fatal mistake.
It was the alarm clock.
"Kin- chaaaan, big brother doesn't want to wake up yet... it's such a good dream!," Suddenly, Rel's sleepy voice was heard, made her push the evil button: The off button. Everything, she'd been working on, through the whole night was gone in an instant. "R-E-L-VUE!," Éra suddenly screamed, getting off of her bed and crawled up to her brothers and pushed him down to the cold floor. With a satisfied snort she saw her twin brother hurting and slightly surprised. "H--Huh, did I sleep on the floor last night? No-- I fell down from my bed! That didn't happen after I reached the age of eight! Awe--," Suddenly a pillow came flying to his face. "--Uff," Was the only thing that came out of his mouth, as then he removed the pillow and gazed to the face of his twin sister. For Relvue, it's a pleasure. Although his sister didn't seem to enjoy gazing upon his face. "Good morning, my lovely Kin- chan!,", he greeted her, like usual.
"Good morning my ass! You just ruined it, moron!,", she grumbled then without any other words, she went to her garderobe, preparing for the usual day in the Camp Bifold. Relvue was of course, confused. What did he do to make her that angry? He didn't know -- and he is eager to know to make it better. "Kin- chaaan, what did I do?," He began as he sat up from his place and looked into Éra's direction; but before he could track her, another pillow came flying, targetting his head. "I am changing! Don't look, stupid brother!," He wanted to complain by saying that he is her brother so it's alright, but then he obediently lay down on the floor again. "Then say what I did wrong! I don't want you to be mad at me,"
"Don't worry too much about things like that. It's fairly normal for me to be angry at you," She said, wanting to avoid having him to worry about her too much. Although she just knew too well that he won't back down though she said it, her stubborn brother. She took some of the clothes of her brother and threw it into his direction. Well, you could say, it was a well done strike. "Hurry up and get into you clothes," She said, then escaped. She knew her brother just too well -- he would probably want to hug her, even when she only helped him to quickly get dressed. He just overreacted every time she is being nice to him. Well, although she might seem not to like it, she still stood in front of the door, patiently waiting for her brother who really made lots of ruckus. Probably trying to find his bag below his mess. She sighed. Another day, another boring lesson, another boring triviality. Or is it?
The courtyard was already crowded as the twins arrived. Relvue then spotted Dr. Barns. A quite uncomfortable individual, even for the optimistic Rel. It was something intimidating about him -- an aura he disliked. Quickly, he turned around, trying to find some faces he knew. There were some familiar faces, but also ones, who he'd never talk with. Cool thing is also, that everyone are twins. Not like this fact is uncommon, though. He never lost much thought about how that is likewise. He only thought it was because twins are likeable - as always, a naive and childish point of view. Although he was still better than his sister, who didn't seem to care at all for her surroundings. Patiently they waited and only expected the normality of the day to continue -- like always.
It was the alarm clock.
"Kin- chaaaan, big brother doesn't want to wake up yet... it's such a good dream!," Suddenly, Rel's sleepy voice was heard, made her push the evil button: The off button. Everything, she'd been working on, through the whole night was gone in an instant. "R-E-L-VUE!," Éra suddenly screamed, getting off of her bed and crawled up to her brothers and pushed him down to the cold floor. With a satisfied snort she saw her twin brother hurting and slightly surprised. "H--Huh, did I sleep on the floor last night? No-- I fell down from my bed! That didn't happen after I reached the age of eight! Awe--," Suddenly a pillow came flying to his face. "--Uff," Was the only thing that came out of his mouth, as then he removed the pillow and gazed to the face of his twin sister. For Relvue, it's a pleasure. Although his sister didn't seem to enjoy gazing upon his face. "Good morning, my lovely Kin- chan!,", he greeted her, like usual.
"Good morning my ass! You just ruined it, moron!,", she grumbled then without any other words, she went to her garderobe, preparing for the usual day in the Camp Bifold. Relvue was of course, confused. What did he do to make her that angry? He didn't know -- and he is eager to know to make it better. "Kin- chaaan, what did I do?," He began as he sat up from his place and looked into Éra's direction; but before he could track her, another pillow came flying, targetting his head. "I am changing! Don't look, stupid brother!," He wanted to complain by saying that he is her brother so it's alright, but then he obediently lay down on the floor again. "Then say what I did wrong! I don't want you to be mad at me,"
"Don't worry too much about things like that. It's fairly normal for me to be angry at you," She said, wanting to avoid having him to worry about her too much. Although she just knew too well that he won't back down though she said it, her stubborn brother. She took some of the clothes of her brother and threw it into his direction. Well, you could say, it was a well done strike. "Hurry up and get into you clothes," She said, then escaped. She knew her brother just too well -- he would probably want to hug her, even when she only helped him to quickly get dressed. He just overreacted every time she is being nice to him. Well, although she might seem not to like it, she still stood in front of the door, patiently waiting for her brother who really made lots of ruckus. Probably trying to find his bag below his mess. She sighed. Another day, another boring lesson, another boring triviality. Or is it?
The courtyard was already crowded as the twins arrived. Relvue then spotted Dr. Barns. A quite uncomfortable individual, even for the optimistic Rel. It was something intimidating about him -- an aura he disliked. Quickly, he turned around, trying to find some faces he knew. There were some familiar faces, but also ones, who he'd never talk with. Cool thing is also, that everyone are twins. Not like this fact is uncommon, though. He never lost much thought about how that is likewise. He only thought it was because twins are likeable - as always, a naive and childish point of view. Although he was still better than his sister, who didn't seem to care at all for her surroundings. Patiently they waited and only expected the normality of the day to continue -- like always.
Ayame was awoken suddenly by a harsh jumping on her bed. A very typical wakeup call by her sister, Nagisa. This happened pretty much every morning. Ayame didn't really like it, but she knew that if she told Nagisa not to do it, it would upset her and she hated seeing Nagisa upset. The bubbly girl named, Nagisa bounced on top of her sister, one knee on either side of her sister, not touching her.
♪♫"Come on Meme-chaaaan! It's time to get up! Get up! It's time to gooooo! La la laaa!"♪♫
Nagisa sang to her now wide awake twin. This was not a rare event. Nagisa LOVED to sing. Every other day at least, she would wake Ayame up with one of her world-famous "Good Morning" songs. Well...not world famous...but it was Camp famous...Sometimes the other campers would even find themselves humming one of her tunes during the day.
"Good morning Nagi-neechan. You're happy today." Ayame says groggily. Nagisa giggles as she stops bouncing.
"You're surprised?!" She tilts her head, surprised. Nagisa was always the happiest person to be around. It's why she earned the nickname "Bubbles." Could Ayame really be surprised?!
"Not in the slightest." Ayame said with a laugh. Her sister lept off of her and stood back on the ground.
"We really do need to get going though, sis. We can't be late for Roll Call!"
"All right, all right. I'm up Nagi, I'm up." Ayame sits up as she says this and puts her feet on the floor. She quickly gets dressed. Nagisa, however, was already fully dressed in one of her favorite pink dresses. After Nagisa was fully dressed in her usual jeans and a t-shirt garb, the two left their room.
Shortly after, Nagisa and Ayame made it to the courtyard, awaiting their morning roll call. Nagisa seemed to bounce as she made her way over to the Bernstein twins. She smiled brightly when she approached and gave them both hugs, as she usually did, giving a longer one to Travis.
"Good morning, Mark!" she says as sweet as candy, "good morning, Travis... When she greeted Travis, however, she had a slightly shy tone in her voice and looked away, as one does when they talk to a boy they favor. Ayame rolls her eyes and follows quickly, getting to the brothers shortly after her sister's greeting.
"Morning, gents. Ready for another riveting rendition of Roll Call."
"Alliteration!" Nagisa chirped, quoting a lesson from class. Ayame laughs.
Dr. Barns watched passively as the children slowly swept into the courtyard. A few milled around, chatting and giggling and even hugging. Dr. Barns, if he had been any other man, would have flinched at the sight of the public display of affection. It made him cringe, and make his skin crawl with the desire to wash it. He could feel his scowl darken, and a couple of the children in the front flinched away. Of course, he couldn't call them children aloud. In reality they were supposedly 'young adults', but this pretentious term for individuals not long fallen out of their mothers' womb reeked of false promise. It implied that these children were mature, decision making adults with a few flaws attributed to their youth. This statement, once given to him by a nursing woman who did not know him, was one that he detested. These children were immature, and stank of their own lack of decency.
He watched as they milled around as ants, and slowly came to be silent as the matron became impatient. In her hands, she held an iPad and stylus, and she held them as if they were foreign, alien objects from a time that wasn't hers. She held the objects stiffly, as though they might start singing, and her dislike for modern technology was palpable to anybody that laid witness to her. If she had her way, the morning Roll Call would be done by pencil and paper and would take twice as long. Fortunately, she was as obedient a bitch as any that he allowed to work here, and he personally enjoyed watching her struggle first with unlocking the filthy thing and then juggling the stylus with it, all while attempting to look severe and controlled in front of the children. Dr. Barns heard a small giggle from one of the younger children in the front, and the sound was loud compared to the rigid silence of the others. Instantly, his eyes narrowed and he turned to stare at the culprit, who blushed and looked away. Dr. Barns committed the face to memory, and turned to look at the steel haired matron as she finally began, prompted by the bell that indicated it was time.
The names were listed alphabetically, in order of the eldest twins. So, as usual, the first name called was Abel who called out that he was present, and then his twin, Lucy, did the same when her name was called next. Then it went on to Adam, and so on. As the names were called, a deadly hush hung thickly over the crowd. Other than the rhythmic call of names, the only sound was the whistling of the wind as it stirred the freshly fallen snow. The scene before him was tragically bleak. The monochrome of the day was punctured with the gaudy colors of the children's clothing, and even they seemed melancholic and forgotten next to the bright, clean white of the snow.
Dr. Barns watched them all with a slow, but keen eye, which was soon attracted to the back where the twins from the car, comically dressed in their pajamas still were being urged to take their place among the other children. They appeared lost and confused, and Dr. Barns scowled at the muttered disruption they caused. Their names would need to be added to the Roll Call, still, and they would need to receive the same preliminary physical and mental analysis that all of the others did when they arrived. That was the most interesting bit about receiving new children - finding out their relationship. Dr. Barns looked to the man who had escorted them from Camp Kidd and nodded, the gesture indicating that when the other twins went for breakfast, those two should be detained for their examination. The man nodded, and almost bowed at the waist in reply, and hovered at the edge of the crowd, watching the two new children.
As Dr. Barns continued to survey the crowd, a slight darkness in the shadow of one of the bordering Blocks caught his attention, and he would have smiled, or at least smirked, if he had been a normal man. He glanced at the matron once, and muttered to her that she should continue with the tedious Roll Call in his absence, gazed once more on the sea of heads before him, and then turned and dismounted the stage. A few of the children watched him as he did, and he met their gazes with a frigid glare which caused them swiftly to look away again, and Dr. Barns nodded to himself. The snow was thicker where Rufus was stood, and he looked at the stuff with irritation as he moved to stand next to the man.
"Good morning, Rufus," He greeted him coldly. The man beside him wasn't his friend. In general, Dr. Barns despised the idea of forming relationships on loose bonds such as 'friendship'. Instead, he was obliged to converse with the man due to a mutual interest in their charges. Rufus was what many would call his 'second', though Dr. Barns disliked the term. It implied that he needed help, which he certainly did not. If anything, he liked to think of him as one of his senior minions. Many would call their relationship 'friendship', though as it was born out of a mutual distrust and fascination with the twins, it was more of an agreement to amiably coexist.
"How went the experiment last night? Did we achieve the desired results?"
He watched as they milled around as ants, and slowly came to be silent as the matron became impatient. In her hands, she held an iPad and stylus, and she held them as if they were foreign, alien objects from a time that wasn't hers. She held the objects stiffly, as though they might start singing, and her dislike for modern technology was palpable to anybody that laid witness to her. If she had her way, the morning Roll Call would be done by pencil and paper and would take twice as long. Fortunately, she was as obedient a bitch as any that he allowed to work here, and he personally enjoyed watching her struggle first with unlocking the filthy thing and then juggling the stylus with it, all while attempting to look severe and controlled in front of the children. Dr. Barns heard a small giggle from one of the younger children in the front, and the sound was loud compared to the rigid silence of the others. Instantly, his eyes narrowed and he turned to stare at the culprit, who blushed and looked away. Dr. Barns committed the face to memory, and turned to look at the steel haired matron as she finally began, prompted by the bell that indicated it was time.
The names were listed alphabetically, in order of the eldest twins. So, as usual, the first name called was Abel who called out that he was present, and then his twin, Lucy, did the same when her name was called next. Then it went on to Adam, and so on. As the names were called, a deadly hush hung thickly over the crowd. Other than the rhythmic call of names, the only sound was the whistling of the wind as it stirred the freshly fallen snow. The scene before him was tragically bleak. The monochrome of the day was punctured with the gaudy colors of the children's clothing, and even they seemed melancholic and forgotten next to the bright, clean white of the snow.
Dr. Barns watched them all with a slow, but keen eye, which was soon attracted to the back where the twins from the car, comically dressed in their pajamas still were being urged to take their place among the other children. They appeared lost and confused, and Dr. Barns scowled at the muttered disruption they caused. Their names would need to be added to the Roll Call, still, and they would need to receive the same preliminary physical and mental analysis that all of the others did when they arrived. That was the most interesting bit about receiving new children - finding out their relationship. Dr. Barns looked to the man who had escorted them from Camp Kidd and nodded, the gesture indicating that when the other twins went for breakfast, those two should be detained for their examination. The man nodded, and almost bowed at the waist in reply, and hovered at the edge of the crowd, watching the two new children.
As Dr. Barns continued to survey the crowd, a slight darkness in the shadow of one of the bordering Blocks caught his attention, and he would have smiled, or at least smirked, if he had been a normal man. He glanced at the matron once, and muttered to her that she should continue with the tedious Roll Call in his absence, gazed once more on the sea of heads before him, and then turned and dismounted the stage. A few of the children watched him as he did, and he met their gazes with a frigid glare which caused them swiftly to look away again, and Dr. Barns nodded to himself. The snow was thicker where Rufus was stood, and he looked at the stuff with irritation as he moved to stand next to the man.
"Good morning, Rufus," He greeted him coldly. The man beside him wasn't his friend. In general, Dr. Barns despised the idea of forming relationships on loose bonds such as 'friendship'. Instead, he was obliged to converse with the man due to a mutual interest in their charges. Rufus was what many would call his 'second', though Dr. Barns disliked the term. It implied that he needed help, which he certainly did not. If anything, he liked to think of him as one of his senior minions. Many would call their relationship 'friendship', though as it was born out of a mutual distrust and fascination with the twins, it was more of an agreement to amiably coexist.
"How went the experiment last night? Did we achieve the desired results?"
"God has nothing to do with it." Putting on his shirt and then his white lab coat, along with another coat, he faces Sue after he was done. "Just do what you can to get it fixed. I will tell Richard about the situation. So don't worry about it. Just turn on the generators and get everything warmed up. Also is the main frame working?"
"Ah...no Sir...it wont turn on, at all. The wires are frozen and the frame is cracked." Sue started to sound a bit more relaxed when she realized that Rufus wasn't yelling at her like she thought. Slowly turning around she looked over at him. "The back door as been left open, and now everything is ruined."
"Look just try to unfreeze everything and I will take care of the rest." He smiled slightly and touched her shoulder leading her out of his room.
"Ah..Yes Sir!" She nodded and quickly left with blushing cheeks the moment he touched her.
He narrowed his eyes as he grabbed his over blanket, wrapping his body up in it, just before leaving his room and walking out into the sunlight. He didn't plan on making it to the get together with the new arrivals, but it seems he would have to. And try grabbing Richards attention in the process.
Instead of attracting unnecessary attention by walking up next to him he stood in the back, were he was able to rest himself in the shadows against a pillar. It was soon after that Rufu's took noticed of Richard walking his way, it got him wondering why he was coming over here. But in honest truth he just wished for his to be over with so he can get out of the light and inside. Shifting his weight to his other foot, the sound of the snow crunching was heard very well as Richard got closer. "Good morning Rufus. How went the experiment last night? Did we achieve the desired results?"
Tilting his head down at Rufu's hood waved a little with the motion. Whenever he was outside he would always cover himself with a huge blanket that blocked out the sunlight from hitting his skin directly. Depending on how he was, sometimes he wouldn't have to cover himself. Other times were different. When he finally spoke up after a long pause of silence. His voice was low, almost a whisper, yet it had his deep tone within it, his words were even slow and someone steady as if he was out of breath. "We have problems with the cold. It froze half the lab, someone forgot to close the back door all the way and now we won't be able to continue unless..." A sudden pain stabbed through his whole right arm, clenching his teeth tightly he grunted in struggled to suppress a scream, but thankfully it wasn't loud enough for the others to hear or notice anything. He took a hold of his arm and collect himself once again. "Unless everything thaws out. If it doesn't, we will not be able to get anymore data. It seems that the main frame, Erm, the main data board is corrupted do to the cold, so now we can't get it to work. We might have to replace it." He took a breath and stood up properly once again.
"We have problems with the cold. It froze half the lab, someone forgot to close the back foor all the way and now we won't be able to continue unless..."
Instantly, Dr. Barns' eye narrowed to slits of pure fury. Who did this man think he was? Like a smoldering fire suddenly fed kindling, his rage leaped up and shone in his eyes, and his hands curled tightly into fists. If he was a lesser man, he would have struck down his fellow scientist without hesitation. Dr. Barns could imagine it now. His fist connected with the sad excuse for a man's face, feeling his nose crunch and break beneath his hand and blood soak the ring that he wore. The two men drew no attention from the congregated children, and for that at least, Dr. Barns was glad. There were two things currently in his mind.
Primarily was the fact that he wouldn't be able to continue with his work, making the day ahead useless and a waste of time. It also meant that the two sets of twins that they were currently experimenting on, who were given temporary residence in Block Seventeen would probably be suffering greatly from the cold. Though this was something that they could possibly take advantage of, it meant that all of their time with them previously would be good for nothing as well.
Secondly, Dr. Barns was filled with a furious desire to find the individual that had left the back door open. In Block Seventeen, Dr. Barns worked incredibly hard to enforce a carefully placed set of rules so that the secrecy of the dubious events occurring in Block Seventeen would be secure. Around the building, guard dogs and their handlers regularly patrolled, watched 24/7 by CCTV cameras that picked up sound as well as sight. Each door was locked three ways, with a thumb print scanner, a code, and a traditional lock and key, and each window was locked except for some that only opened a couple of inches. It was an incredibly secure building, and the most guarded building in camp...and someone had left the bloody door open.
Abruptly, Dr. Barns was aware of his companion's silence, and it was a silence that was distinguished by the tiny sound of pain coming from between his clenched teeth. Irritably, Dr. Barns questioned "Unless?" He was well accustomed to the man's occasional displays of pain and discomfort, though he had to admit he found it difficult to sympathize with him. He waited impatiently for the man to continue, anger radiating from every pore and cell in his body.
"Unless everything thaws out. If it doesn't, we will not be able to get any more data. It seems that the main frame, erm, the main data board is corrupted due to the cold, so now we can't get it to work. We might have to replace it."
Dr. Barns forced himself to exhale slowly, and not to let go of his temper. He thought quickly, and spoke his thoughts aloud as he attempted to salvage what little he could from the flaws in his staff.
"Very well," his voice was like ice as he looked down on Rufus, his eyes narrowing furiously as he towered over him, "You will do as I say, and follow my orders to the letter. First, you will go to Seventeen and you will heat it up. Have some of the attendants take electric heaters over, but do not heat things up too quickly. The two experiments that are currently in the building had better still be there, and if they are, have someone take them something warm to eat and drink, but under no circumstances reunite the twins. Rescue what equipment you can. I will personally examine what you think can not be salvaged. You will do these things now. I will be along shortly. You will also find the name and number of the individual who 'forgot' to close the door, and you will send them to my Block immediately. Are we clear?"
Meanwhile, barely a minute had passed, and the dreary Roll Call continued. Dismissing Rufus with a turn of his head, he gestured to the man who had been keeping watch over the two that were to be examined, and gave him new orders. "After Roll Call, take them to breakfast. After they have eaten, have some clean and warm clothes put on them, and then have them taken to Seventeen. Do not let them out of your sight". The man nodded and scurried off to watch his charges, and Dr. Barns, momentarily feeling the thrill of the power he commanded turned back to Rufus.
"In addition, as Block Seventeen was your responsibility last night, you will also attend my Block when you have fixed what you have made wrong. I expect you and whoever left the door open at my Block at...midday. Sharp."
Instantly, Dr. Barns' eye narrowed to slits of pure fury. Who did this man think he was? Like a smoldering fire suddenly fed kindling, his rage leaped up and shone in his eyes, and his hands curled tightly into fists. If he was a lesser man, he would have struck down his fellow scientist without hesitation. Dr. Barns could imagine it now. His fist connected with the sad excuse for a man's face, feeling his nose crunch and break beneath his hand and blood soak the ring that he wore. The two men drew no attention from the congregated children, and for that at least, Dr. Barns was glad. There were two things currently in his mind.
Primarily was the fact that he wouldn't be able to continue with his work, making the day ahead useless and a waste of time. It also meant that the two sets of twins that they were currently experimenting on, who were given temporary residence in Block Seventeen would probably be suffering greatly from the cold. Though this was something that they could possibly take advantage of, it meant that all of their time with them previously would be good for nothing as well.
Secondly, Dr. Barns was filled with a furious desire to find the individual that had left the back door open. In Block Seventeen, Dr. Barns worked incredibly hard to enforce a carefully placed set of rules so that the secrecy of the dubious events occurring in Block Seventeen would be secure. Around the building, guard dogs and their handlers regularly patrolled, watched 24/7 by CCTV cameras that picked up sound as well as sight. Each door was locked three ways, with a thumb print scanner, a code, and a traditional lock and key, and each window was locked except for some that only opened a couple of inches. It was an incredibly secure building, and the most guarded building in camp...and someone had left the bloody door open.
Abruptly, Dr. Barns was aware of his companion's silence, and it was a silence that was distinguished by the tiny sound of pain coming from between his clenched teeth. Irritably, Dr. Barns questioned "Unless?" He was well accustomed to the man's occasional displays of pain and discomfort, though he had to admit he found it difficult to sympathize with him. He waited impatiently for the man to continue, anger radiating from every pore and cell in his body.
"Unless everything thaws out. If it doesn't, we will not be able to get any more data. It seems that the main frame, erm, the main data board is corrupted due to the cold, so now we can't get it to work. We might have to replace it."
Dr. Barns forced himself to exhale slowly, and not to let go of his temper. He thought quickly, and spoke his thoughts aloud as he attempted to salvage what little he could from the flaws in his staff.
"Very well," his voice was like ice as he looked down on Rufus, his eyes narrowing furiously as he towered over him, "You will do as I say, and follow my orders to the letter. First, you will go to Seventeen and you will heat it up. Have some of the attendants take electric heaters over, but do not heat things up too quickly. The two experiments that are currently in the building had better still be there, and if they are, have someone take them something warm to eat and drink, but under no circumstances reunite the twins. Rescue what equipment you can. I will personally examine what you think can not be salvaged. You will do these things now. I will be along shortly. You will also find the name and number of the individual who 'forgot' to close the door, and you will send them to my Block immediately. Are we clear?"
Meanwhile, barely a minute had passed, and the dreary Roll Call continued. Dismissing Rufus with a turn of his head, he gestured to the man who had been keeping watch over the two that were to be examined, and gave him new orders. "After Roll Call, take them to breakfast. After they have eaten, have some clean and warm clothes put on them, and then have them taken to Seventeen. Do not let them out of your sight". The man nodded and scurried off to watch his charges, and Dr. Barns, momentarily feeling the thrill of the power he commanded turned back to Rufus.
"In addition, as Block Seventeen was your responsibility last night, you will also attend my Block when you have fixed what you have made wrong. I expect you and whoever left the door open at my Block at...midday. Sharp."
With this being said he took noticed of Richards hand that bleed a little and the tone in his voice getting even more angered. The dissapointment in Rufu's mind at went away. He felt pleased in a way seeing Richard's angered side. It was entertaining watching him struggle while trying to keep his cool. Rufus tilted his head and made a slight smile that quickly faded once he spoke in a low voice. "Everything is already in motion...Richard." He spoke his name almost in a seducing tone. Saying the mans name always pleased him, because of his reactions. "You're a little late on ordering this. I already believe I know who it is. So once you are done here. We can continue our...pleasant little chat." By now he was mocking the Dr in a nearly playful way. Ruffling him up was just too tempting.
Rufu's breathed a slight chuckle and started to walk off towards Block 17 without a rush in the world. He was being way too carefree under the circumstances. Sue on the other hand had a frightened look on her face as if she saw a ghost, she even looked pale, like she hasn't had the best of mornings. He stopped once he walked up to her.
"Seems everything is fine now, all but the main frame. The twins were not harmed and they are being taken care of." Sue said all this under one breath and very fast.
"Kept the separated right?" He continued walking towards block 17 without a care.
"Hm, yes Sir, just like you stated last night that they can't be together." She breathed and hugged her note pad.
"Very well, one more thing Sue, get me Bradley, the man who we were working with last night." Rufu's went through the steps of opening the door to block 17 walking inside and closing the door after Sue rushed in right after.
"Yes Sir." She quickly walkaway and left the room in search for him.
Once Rufus was left alone he took in sight of the view that the cold did damage on. It didn't look to bad, but the main frame looked as if it wasn't cracked because of the cold. He chuckled and shook his head. "Looks like we have another one of them on our hands." Rufus spoke to himself out loud. Bye time he was use to people trying to destroy their systems. It was nothing new to him. In fact he was so use to it that he had already had backs for the back ups. No surprise to him one bit. There is alot of people who dislike what we are doing with the twins so alot of people try squeezing their way inside the business and destroy it. None have really done anything to big, most of them just go after the main frame like idiots. "They need to do something new. How tedious."
Nagisa's smile quickly faded as she saw Dr. Barnes and she placed a hand on Travis's sleeve, gently squeezing it. The sight of him always made her a little uneasy. It wasn't necessarily that she didn't like him, she was just scared of him; almost terrified even. Just the sound of his voice made her tremble and sweat with fright. She watched him quietly as he scanned the crowd and their eyes met for a moment as he scanned the croud. Quickly, she dropped her hand from Travis's arm and look down and to the right blushing nervously. She never liked yelling, but when she heard him yell it was almost as if it caused an earthquake. She had only gotten in trouble with him once, which she was very upset at herself for doing, and it was enough to never make her look at him again. Anger always frightened her, but there was something about Dr. Barnes's anger that was...different.
Ayame felt her heart-rate quicken. She put a hand to her chest and was a bit confused at the time, until she noticed her sister looking away from Dr. Barnes. Good 'ole Dr. Barnes. He scared the pants off of most of the kids here. There was a rumor that, if you looked directly into his eyes for more than five seconds, he would steal your soul. Whether that was true or not was up in the air, though Ayame wouldn't be surprised if it were. There was something about him that was...off. She knew how much Nagisa was afraid of him, especially after the one time he yelled at her. From what Ayame could recall her sister was holding a boy's hand, probably Travis's, and he just blew up like a volcanic eruption. He never did like seeing romantic affections among the kids. But what could he expect from them? They all grew up together so there was bound to be some hanky-panky going on. Even though they were in a camp didn't mean the kids didn't have needs. Especially the boys...
As the roll call commenced, the voices of the other twins sounded melancholy and unenthusiastic. This was a normal thing. Not only was it early in the morning, but the roll call took quite a long time and was ungodly boring. The woman who took roll always spoke in a monotone voice and said all the names slowly. She had a cold stare, almost as cold as Dr. Barnes himself, and if you didn't answer right away, she would give you this glare that would nearly freeze your blood. And there it came:
"Ayame Ichigawa."
"Here..." Ayame replies with a sigh in her voice. The woman gives her a slight glare and Ayame clears her voice slightly, looking away.
"Nagisa Ichigawa."
"Present!" Nagisa pipes up, making sure she can be heard. Once she has stated her presence, she goes back to staring at the ground. She moves her hands up and down her arms in an attempt to warm herself. As she breathes out, a white mist swirls from her mouth and Nagisa begins to shiver. Ayame, knowing the feelings of her sister, walks to Nagisa and puts her arms around her, moving them rapidly up and down, creating friction needed to warm Nagisa's cold arms.
"Regretting not bringing a jacket like I told you to?" Ayame asks in a whisper. Nagisa nods, teeth chattering. Ayame chuckles slightly.
"This is why you should listen to me more often."
Roll call stops briefly as Dr. Rufus appears to speak with Dr. Barnes. Ayame smiles suddenly at his presence. There was something about him that intrigued her. Nagisa always told her it was gross and that he was weird, but Ayame found it easy to ignore her. He was a dark individual and very flirtatious with the women around. Ayame figured that, even though she disliked the thought of love and romance, it was a little teenage crush. She did wonder what would happen once she was 18, though she figured once she and Nagisa was a legal adult, they would finally leave the camp and become functioning human beings in the elusive and seemingly fantasy-ridden outside world.
It was cold outside. Very cold. There was snow on the ground, and they were not dressed for snow. Though, to be fair, they were never told where they were going and they were taken in the middle of the night. Both of them appeared to be getting extremely cold and groggy. Maybe just plain irritated. But notably, their irritations seemed identical. Same shiver, same warming techniques, same everything. Alex and Adam seemed identical in every way.
They thought they heard something about block 17, about going there. At least they think they did. They tended to have really good hearing sometimes. It seemed weird, random even. That is when they both yelped in pain. From what it looked like, something shocked them both.
"You shocked me!"
"No, you shocked me!"
"Nu uh! You shocked me!"
One of the guards interrupted them, and motioned to take their place in line. It couldn't be helped but to be noticed they even seemed to walk the same. It was like they were totally in sync with each other. Which was supported by the fact they often completed each other's sentences. Don't let their sibling bickering fool you, they are about as close as twins can get, and then some.
As they took their places among the other twins, Alex and Adam started thinking about why they were moved to this new camp. They hoped that maybe here, someone might answer their questions. In their files, it would probably be pointed out that they tended to be "overly curious, observant, and suspicious of all the staff". They glanced back over at that doctor.
"Definently creepy"
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They thought they heard something about block 17, about going there. At least they think they did. They tended to have really good hearing sometimes. It seemed weird, random even. That is when they both yelped in pain. From what it looked like, something shocked them both.
"You shocked me!"
"No, you shocked me!"
"Nu uh! You shocked me!"
One of the guards interrupted them, and motioned to take their place in line. It couldn't be helped but to be noticed they even seemed to walk the same. It was like they were totally in sync with each other. Which was supported by the fact they often completed each other's sentences. Don't let their sibling bickering fool you, they are about as close as twins can get, and then some.
As they took their places among the other twins, Alex and Adam started thinking about why they were moved to this new camp. They hoped that maybe here, someone might answer their questions. In their files, it would probably be pointed out that they tended to be "overly curious, observant, and suspicious of all the staff". They glanced back over at that doctor.
"Definently creepy"
(Oops, accidentally tagged a few too many lol)
Travis and Mark Bernstein
Mark noticed that Travis smiled a bit when one of the female twins, Nagisa, stepped away from him and went on to hug his brother. Was that affection? Her voice when she greeted him, too... Mark narrowed his eyes and pushed Travis back a bit when the girl dropped her hands. They had done this before, shown affection towards each other. Were they crazy? It was obvious that Dr. Barns wasn't very fond of seeing such actions, displaying them in front of him was like asking for a punishment.
"Hey Ayame, hi Nagisa." Mark said, casting a glance at Nagisa as he spoke her name. She was going to get his brother in to trouble, he knew it.
It was better to try and keep them separate.
To keep them at safe distances.
"Hello, ladies!" Was Travis's greeting, he sounding much more welcoming towards the two girls than Mark did. "I was thinking that when roll call was done, we could-"
"Present!" Mark called out when his name was said, interrupting his brother, "And don't even think about it, Travis."
Travis frowned at him, "I was going to say 'sit together for breakfast', but if you say so. Nevermind, ladies." he muttered, turning his attention back to where Dr. Barns stood when his name was called, "Present!"
He turned back to Mark, "Stop being such a grump."
"Stop acting like such an idiot, then."
Travis scowled "Excuse me?" he snapped, raising an eyebrow. It was always unexpected when Travis and Mark, the two inseparable brothers, actually fought about something. He looked over at Ayame and Nagisa, feeling a bit embarrassed about the argument, and decided to put their disagreement aside until another time, "Actually nevermind. Does it really matter, Mark?" the words came out as sounding sharp, as if they were trying to deflate whatever thing that Mark was trying to do.
His shoulders fell, "No, I guess not."
It worked.
Travis, ignoring the nagging sense of drop in attitude from Mark, noticed Nagisa's shivering and tugged off his jacket, "If I were you, I'd listen to Ayame more often." he said cheerfully as he offered over the piece of clothing. The sudden cold bothered him a little bit, but he was sure that he had a spare coat back in his Block. Besides, it wasn't as if he was going to anguish without it.
On the stage, the roll call went silent without a warning. Dr. Rufus and Dr. Barns then began speaking, but Travis was too far away to hear what they were saying.
"Hey, Mark, do you know what's going on?" He asked, nudging his brothers arm.
Mark shook his head, "Not a clue."
Tsu and Ken
"Hey, idiot! We're running late again because you forgot to set the alarm! So get out of bed!" Ken was steaming. His brother was lazy enough to not set the alarm and now Ken was going to look like a fool for his brother's mistake. This happened a lot more than Ken liked. He should really just start setting the alarm for himself, maybe even leave Tsu behind just to see what might happen to him.
Ken sighed to himself as he pulled on his clothes; just watching as his younger brother rolled out of bed and groaned a little. Tsu's hair hung over his eyes as he sat completely still. What time was it? Why was Ken mad again? Wasn't Ken always mad...? Tsu smiled slightly and stood with a small stumble. Ken just rolled his eyes.
When Tsu started to put on his clothes, he finally spoke up, "Mornin' Kenchi. Who woke ya' up this time?" Ken flared up at this. He was so calm when he could just get away from his annoying twin. He glared at Tsu and replied with a tone of obvious frustration, "Who says anyone woke me up? I just have a responsible internal clock. You're lucky I even woke you up to come with me!"
Tsu look over, hair still in his face. He guessed he couldn't really complain about being sleepy... He pulled his hood up, not bothering with his hair. No one would talk to him no matter how he looked, so why would he bother with trivial things? Ken just rolled his eyes and stepped out the door. If only he could leave the idiot behind.
Tsu began to follow, quickly regretting the action as he realized he had forgotten his shoes. He yelped loudly and rolled back into the room. It was cold! He rubbed his now cold foot before removing the sock and fetching a new pair. Ken just snickered quietly.
By the time the two came running into place for roll call, they were already running a bit late. Tsu hopped into his place just as his name was called. He gave a loud, but out of breath, "YEAH!" before finally stopping his nerves. When Ken's name was called, the other boy just raised his hand and yelled "Present!" He smiled a little. Dr. Barns was always a lovely sight at this time of day.
While Ken was more than aware of Dr. Barns's less than sociable air, it just didn't faze the younger boy. The doctor was an interesting man, one whom Ken was always attempting to speak with, though mostly listen to. Ken had realized that bothering the good doctor was probably not the best idea...
Tsu looked around the groups of twins from behind his hair. He knew of few of them by name, but never really spoke to any of them. Ken made sure of that. Tsu briefly considered speaking to one of the boys he was standing near. Mark, was it? Of course there was Mark's twin... What was his name? Tsu frowned to himself; slowly realizing that he had a bad habit of only remembering one of any set of twin's names. That was probably something he should solve.
Tsu unconsciously reached a hand out to tap Mark's shoulder, but Ken just grabbed it before Tsu made any contact. "What the hell are you doing? Don't bother him." Ken glared at his brother. If anyone had to deal with Tsu, it was Ken himself. He didn't want anyone else to have to deal with the obnoxious brat.
Ken sighed and let his brother go. He put on his charming smile and looked to the group nearby. "Hello everyone! Would you mind if I joined you for breakfast?" He looked to the two sets of twins. He scratched the back of his head awkwardly as he felt Tsu's eyes on him. His brother would just... deal. He adjusted his glasses and smiled yet again.
Tsu took a small step backwards. It was pointless to attempt anyway, Ken had laid claim to the morning activities. Maybe Tsu would be able to have some fun during free time. A somewhat unsettling grin came to the boy's face as he began to think of what he might do later in the day.
Leta and Kimmi
Leta glanced at Kimmi as she started to shiver, and fresh flakes of snow began to drift down the crowd of cold teens congregated in the courtyard, so she shifted closer and put her arm around her sister to share her warmth. This whole ordeal was borderline torturous. Above them, Dr. Barns' unflinching stare was, if possible, even colder than the snow they were stood in, and Leta could feel it send a shiver down Kimmi's spine.
"I think he's staring at me," Kimmi's voice was soft but strained as she tried to talk without moving her lips.
"Staring at you? Don't stare back then, idiot. You know what he's like," Leta chided her sister as she looked around. They were on the edge of the crowd, where there weren't so many others to distract from them. "Come over here" Leta was just about to drag her sister further into the crowd when she heard someone call Kimmi's name.
"Kimmi Parks!"
The voice of the matron was cold and monotone as she called the first name, and Kimmi visibly flinched before calling out shyly, "Present..."
"Leta Parks!"
Leta grimaced at the use of their surname, which they both hated to hear each day. Their parents hadn't wanted them, so why should they use their name. Irritably, Leta called out, "Here!", and as soon as the attention had moved on from them, she grabbed her twins' hand and pulled her through the crowd, pushing people aside when they wouldn't willingly move. A few of them scowled and pushed back, but all were too nervous of the Doctor on the stage to create a scene. It wasn't until Leta accidentally walked straight into the straight back of one of the twins, and lost Kimmi, who wandered on looking for her sister.
"Crap...sorry," Leta swore softly as she walked into Tsu, grabbing on to his arm for a moment to catch her balance.
As Kimmi wandered through the crowd, she did her best not to draw the attention of anyone on the stage...though only the matron stood up there now. With a nervous shiver, she wondered where the doctor had gone, but by this point, she'd managed to walk straight through to the other side of the crowd, where for the first time since she could remember, Kimmi met someone that she didn't know.
The twins that were stood in front of her looked cold and confused, and a little silly in their odd mix of pajamas. Kimmi smiled at them brightly, and not noticing that Dr. Barns and Rufus were stood in the shadow of the building behind them, quietly approached the new kids.
"Hi! You're new, right?" Kimmi asked brightly, her smile warm and genuine, though she was careful to keep her voice low.
"I think he's staring at me," Kimmi's voice was soft but strained as she tried to talk without moving her lips.
"Staring at you? Don't stare back then, idiot. You know what he's like," Leta chided her sister as she looked around. They were on the edge of the crowd, where there weren't so many others to distract from them. "Come over here" Leta was just about to drag her sister further into the crowd when she heard someone call Kimmi's name.
"Kimmi Parks!"
The voice of the matron was cold and monotone as she called the first name, and Kimmi visibly flinched before calling out shyly, "Present..."
"Leta Parks!"
Leta grimaced at the use of their surname, which they both hated to hear each day. Their parents hadn't wanted them, so why should they use their name. Irritably, Leta called out, "Here!", and as soon as the attention had moved on from them, she grabbed her twins' hand and pulled her through the crowd, pushing people aside when they wouldn't willingly move. A few of them scowled and pushed back, but all were too nervous of the Doctor on the stage to create a scene. It wasn't until Leta accidentally walked straight into the straight back of one of the twins, and lost Kimmi, who wandered on looking for her sister.
"Crap...sorry," Leta swore softly as she walked into Tsu, grabbing on to his arm for a moment to catch her balance.
As Kimmi wandered through the crowd, she did her best not to draw the attention of anyone on the stage...though only the matron stood up there now. With a nervous shiver, she wondered where the doctor had gone, but by this point, she'd managed to walk straight through to the other side of the crowd, where for the first time since she could remember, Kimmi met someone that she didn't know.
The twins that were stood in front of her looked cold and confused, and a little silly in their odd mix of pajamas. Kimmi smiled at them brightly, and not noticing that Dr. Barns and Rufus were stood in the shadow of the building behind them, quietly approached the new kids.
"Hi! You're new, right?" Kimmi asked brightly, her smile warm and genuine, though she was careful to keep her voice low.
"Yeah, I am Alex Reed"
"And I am Adam Reed".
They even sounded nearly the same. Alex and Adam both also looked somewhat groggy, or annoyed. "You know where we are? Or why they decided to move us in the middle of the night? Damnit I am tired".
"You probably got us in trouble, again"
"Nu uh, you did!
Adam gave Alex a look. "We both know it's you who get us into trouble"
Alex had a slight smile, then turned to the others around. "So, who are you?"
(Meh, minor writers block. >.>)
"And I am Adam Reed".
They even sounded nearly the same. Alex and Adam both also looked somewhat groggy, or annoyed. "You know where we are? Or why they decided to move us in the middle of the night? Damnit I am tired".
"You probably got us in trouble, again"
"Nu uh, you did!
Adam gave Alex a look. "We both know it's you who get us into trouble"
Alex had a slight smile, then turned to the others around. "So, who are you?"
(Meh, minor writers block. >.>)
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