Post #2807305 in the new mutants, a roleplay on RPG

arthur munroe
[ storm | #403E5C | attire ]

evangeline marie
[ rogue | #B999C1 | attire ]

beck howlett
[ wolverine | #3f3c37 | attire ]

Nineteen years. Nineteen years he had spent locked away being poked and prodded. He had spent the days aimlessly awaiting each next horror, like a sitting duck. His only moments with a free mind spent thinking of freedom, the world outside. The little TV they were allowed to watch he soaked in intensely, although he lost interest as he grew older. Some part of him when he was younger believed that they would eventually be able to leave, and so he took notes in front of the tiny monitor while reruns of Modern Family played in front of him. After all, he had to be prepared for what the world had to offer. If only he would’ve realized that the world had wanted him dead.

Family. Another word that had grown foregin to him. The nurses and his friends were the closest thing he had to a family, but it still never satisfied the ache in his heart. He would spend hours in his bed imagining what she looked like. His mother. Skin like his, dark hair, and hands that danced with electricity. The facility tried terribly hard to make the mutants feel as if they were comfortable, safe. As the aged their rooms became less of a cell and more like their own little sweet, they were allowed to roam for the most part, they had a game room, were homeschooled, but that never changed the coldness of it all. None of them believed they were safe, and they all knew how they were valued. And it wasn’t like they ever tried to leave. Some had. Those individuals were never seen again. After a while, everyone got the point and stopped trying. Most of them were teetering on the threshold of adulthood and Arthur could sense the restlessness, the longing.

So when one of them caught wind from the nurses of Order X. All of them were to be killed. None of the orderlies could even look the mutants in the face anymore. They all knew. All of them. And they were just going to let it happen. Arthur didn’t really know how it happened, but one by one they formed a pack. To escape. Passing notes, stares, anything. After all, if anything went wrong they would surely be dead. They began tracking guard duty, and Isaac’s influence had given him a good idea of how the security system functioned. And the pills. Those damned pills they were forced to take every morning, Arthur had eventually figured out they suppressed their abilities. None of them had taken them for weeks, hiding them under tongues or even as far as vomiting them back up. Their powers were the only thing they had. It was their greatest advantage. Or so he thought, until a week before their planned escape Anna, one of the nurses had approached him. Slipped him a note with shaking hands. ‘We want to help you’. Apparently some of the nurses had grown quite fond of the children and perhaps saving them from certain death would clear the heavy weights on their hearts. The entire week she had been given them instructions, helping them plan their escape route. Some had doubted their reliability but Arthur could see it in their eyes.

So when the night came, Arthur’s hands were shaking so bad he wasn’t sure if he would go through with it. He stood with his back to the door, waiting, so that when he heard the faintest clicking of the lock he almost didn’t believe it. Taking a deep breath he pushed against the door ever so slowly and it opened. He took one last look at his room, the place he had been for the past nineteen years and then walked out the door. Anna was there her face paler than moonlight. She pushed a keycard into his hands and placed a hand on his cheek. “Good luck. There are a few backpacks in the room, take them with you. One of them has a map. There is a place. Some of the nurses hear whispers from the doctors. Paradise. It’s a place, a safe place, with others like you. Find Paradise.” Her eyes traveled past his face and down the hall a slight look of panic in her eyes, “You may never forgive us for what we let them do to you and we understand. Goodbye, Arthur. I always believed in your mother. She had a good heart”. Arthur’s lips parted slightly in question, his mother? She knew his mother? Before he even had the chance to ask she pushed him slightly down the hall and mouthed the word “go” and he listened.

Arthur knew that the others were being released by the nurses at the same time as him. They had all agreed to meet in the game room to rendezvous before making their exit. Time was of the essence however, so he hurried quickly and quietly through the halls avoiding the occasional guard that meandered through the halls carelessly. When he finally made it the room was almost completely dark save for some moonlight pouring through a window. He had almost believed he was the first one in the room until he heard a quiet voice come from the corner. “Arthur?” Evangeline. She stepped out from the shadows dressed in her normal clothes, long sleeves with matching gloves. Except her hair, which normally fell in soft waves to frame her face was pulled back into a ponytail. “Are any of the others-?” “No, just me” Her voice was softer than a whisper.

Suddenly the lights above them turned on flooding the room with bright fluorescent light which instantly turned a deep red, painting the room and hallways in an eerie light. “Arthur-” He held out his hand stopping her mid-sentence as he held a finger over his lips. It was then he heard footsteps, loud, and getting closer. It was then Arthur realized this person was running. He quickly stepped in front of Evangeline holding his hands out protectively, the faintest of blue electricity dancing across his fingertips. Preparing for an armed guard Arthur almost fried Beck when he dashed into the game room his shirt covered in blood, claws already flexed from his knuckles. “Woah, Jesus Sparky it’s me - wait, where the fuck is everyone else?” “Keep your voice down!” Arthur whispered harshly lowering his hands and taking a step towards the young man. “Doesn’t matter, they already know what’s going on. I got suspicious when Mary never opened my door. The bitch probably told because when it finally did open it was a damn SWAT team. Not to worry though managed to uh” he looked down as his hands “claw my way through”. “Damnit” Arthur muttered sticking his head out of the door looking down the hallways. Oddly empty. “Alright, let’s go we’re wasting time” Beck muttered placing a hand on the doorframe. “No, we can’t just leave everyone else here” Evageline said finally speaking up. “Well clocks ticking princess, and before you know it this whole place is going to be flooded with guards. I’d rather make it out of here alive, and who’s to say they aren’t already dead?” Beck practically snarled in her direction. “No, Evagenline’s right we wait” Arthur said giving the Wolverine a stern look who rolled his eyes in response. “Fine, we will be sitting ducks” He huffed propping himself up against a table. Arthur stared intently at the door, his tapping his pointer finger and thumb together anxiously. “Come on, come on” He muttered under his breath.

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