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Magnolia Wolfe

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a character in “Afflicted”, as played by Lilah

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    xxxxxxN I C K N A M E ( S ) :xxMaggie {everyone}, Mag/Mags

    xxxxxxC L A S S I F I C A T I O N :xxOrange

    xxxxxxG E N D E R :xxFemale

    xxxxxxA G E :xx17

    xxxxxxS E X U A L I T Y :xx Bisexual

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    xxxxxxH A I R :xxWavy, extremely dark brunette.


    xxxxxxE Y E S:xxLight brown.


    xxxxxxH E I G H T :xx5'7


    xxxxxxE T H N I C I T Y :xxHer father is English and her Mother has
    xxxChiccne,exxxE T H N I C I T Y :Chinese, Māori, and Cook Islander ancestry.


    xxxxxxO T H E R :xx Jagged scar on right thigh.


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    xxxxxx[ Intuitive ● Self-reliant ● Defensive ● Absentminded ● Impulsive ● Compassionate ]

"There is an animal in the woods, flesh fallen from it's bones, skull split in three places. I planted a flower seed in a bed of it's fur at the crown of it's head. You will be reborn again."

I.xxEven before Maggie gained her power, she was a very intuitive person. She picks up on people's tells easily, and by a 3 second glance at their face, she can nearly always tell what they are feeling. It’s extremely hard to lie to her without her knowing. She also has a tendency to not move past her first impression or β€œread” of someone. If she even has the smallest inkling of a bad feeling about a person, it will always nag at her.

II.xxWhen one is on the run as a child, it forces you to become fairly independent. Add isolation in a camp for three years, and it becomes extreme self-reliance. It’s not that Maggie doesn’t want people’s help, it’s that she doesn’t actually know how to accept people’s help. It’s not in her nature. She figures the only way to get something done is to do it herself. Other people just aren’t in the equation to begin with.

III.xxBeing in isolation for three years and only communicating very briefly with people who treat her poorly, Maggie has defensive walls like no other. She's completely in her own head (well, when she's not in others). If you push her too far into doing something she's uncomfortable with, or to talk about something she doesn't want to, she'll eventually snap.

IV.xxHer power has the tendency to screw with her own head. She has a hard time deciphering reality from her own thoughts or the thoughts, memories, and feelings of other's. She'll literally get lost in her own mind, becoming completely absentminded to the point it's near impossible to snap her out of it. She get's pretty overwhelmed sometimes, but doesn't like to show it.

V.xxSince Maggie gets lost in her own head, she really doesn't think much about her actions before she does them. She has a dangerous impulsive streak. She'll throw herself into dangerous situations, or say things without thinking about the cause. It's never meant in ill-harm.

VI.xxMaggie has the ability to see in every single detail why someone feels a certain way, or why they are the way they are, she's one of the most compassionate people someone could come across. Maggie has a tendency to put other's before herself, and will defend someone and show kindness to those she likes. She's a good ally if you can gain her trust.


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[xxSingingxx] ―xxMaggie grew up in a very musical family. From the moment she could hold a guitar, she could play it. Eventually she just began singing along. Turns out she's more than pretty good.
[xxWritingxx] ―xxShe was allowed pen and paper in her camp, and so she simply just wrote; she made songs, poems, little rambling of her mind. Writing is therapeutic for her.
[xxPeachesxx] ―xxBefore everything went to all hell, Maggie had a peach a day. They are her absolute favourite food.
[xxWaterxx] ―xxYou'll never find a happier person than Maggie when she is by the water. Whether it be the sea, a like, or a simple pond, she'll take what she can get. Her happiest memories are her at the beach as a child.
[xxOld Musicxx] ―xxShe was raised on classic music, anything 1960's or under. Her favourites are Γ‰dith Piaf and The Mills Brothers.
[xxTinkeringxx] ―xxMaggie has a need to know how everything works.
It started with taking apart clocks and putting them back together, to helping her dad fix cars at his shop. She has a fairly decent knowledge of mechanics now.


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[xxGetting "Overloaded"xx] ―xxThere's only so many people she can be around until her head starts to get too overloaded and it gets increasingly difficult to block everything out. She goes into a sort of panic.
[xxHot Weatherxx] ―xxShe doesn't enjoy how sluggish hot weather makes her feel. She'd prefer the cold bite of a little cold.
[xxPollenxx] ―xxShe's fairly allergic to pollen, so anytime she's even near a flower her eyes get itchy and she can't stop sneezing. Spring time is awful.
[xxTalking about her Familyxx] ―xxMaggie doesn't like talking about her life before IAAN. It's a touchy spot, so you're better off not asking.
[xxHer Powerxx] ―xxOn occasions, Maggie thinks she would have been better off dying along with the rest of the IAAN victims. She doesn't fully accept her power.
[xxSeeing Other's Strugglexx] ―xxMaggie will always try to help those who seem to be struggling. She already feels awful enough about what's happened to the world, if she can make someone emotionally or situationally better, she will.


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    [xxDexterityxx] ―xxMaggie is very skilled in using her hands. She's naturally ambidextrous, and having played so many instruments as a kid and her love of tinkering, she's got amazing dexterity.
    [xxHelpfulxx] ―xxMaggie will help anyone she feels truly needs it.
    [xxEmpatheticxx] ―xxShe can literally sense other people's emotions and directly where it comes from, leading her to be a pretty empathetic person. She always has a knack of connecting with people.
    [xxMechanicsxx] ―xxIf something broken, Maggie can fix it pretty damn quick.

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    [xxEasily Overwhelmedxx] ―xxIf there are too many people around her, or people keep questioning her or bombarding her, then she'll get panic'd fast.
    [xxUntrustingxx] ―xxEven though she can often tell a trustworthy person by getting into their head, there's always going to be that overly defensive part of her that makes it hard to let people in.
    [xxAbsentmindedxx] ―xxYou could throw a rock at her head sometimes and she wouldn't notice it if she's in her head space. It get's her into trouble at times.
    [xxRecklessxx] ―xxShe does things without thinking most of the time. Not the best thing in the world, especially when those things are stupid and can get her, or others, hurt.

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    [xxSpeaks Frenchxx] ―xxHer mother was spent ten years in France, so the language was drilled into her.
    [xxInstrumentsxx] ―xxGuitar, piano, and violin. Her parents taught her them all. She was basically a child prodigy.
    [xxScratches Wristxx] ―xxWhen Maggie is at the brink of getting too overwhelmed, she starts absentmindedly scratching her wrist. It gets so bad that sometimes she accidentally draws a lot of blood.


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    Magnolia Stevie Wolfe was born on February 14th 2000. Her parents Emma Rolland and Victor Wolfe where never married, but that was simply by choice. They were happily in love, and had been since they met when they were seventeen years old and in a band.Β 

    Growing up, Maggie was simply surrounded by love and music. Her parents always encouraged her to be herself, to be as creative as she wanted. Maggie was a quick learner, having picked up how to play multiple instruments and even how to speak French. She’d often spend her days helping her dad out in the auto repair shop he worked at.Β 

    Maggie’s mother home schooled her as a kid, but that didn’t mean she never had any friends. Her next door neighbours had a son a year older than she was by the name of Anthony Ramos. They grew to become really close friends.Β 

    She was ten years old when the country was hit with IAAN. Over the course of the year, so many kids on her block died. It was a national pandemic on a scale no one had ever seen. There was no reason for it, no just cause. Kids just died. Until some didn’t.

    One day Maggie hadn’t been feeling up to par. She was worried she had contracted the disease (she had realized it was only a matter of time before she did. She never imagined being one of the kids to get powers.) Of course, life never works out how you think it will. Soon the sickness feeling passed, and she was left hearing the thoughts of everyone around her.

    She managed to hide it for a bit, but she just became more unstable. She was moody, she would snap. She would be talking to herself just trying to work through her own head. Her parents eventually caught on, and for the first time in her life they didn’t look at her lovingly. She saw pure, unmistakable fear. And it wasn’t fear for her, it was a fear of her.

    Soon Maggie’s life crumbled into bits. Her parent’s couldn’t look at her; they could barley be in the same room as her. She heard their conversations, in their thoughts and outward, discussing what to do with her. Whether to call the cops or not. After about a week of debating it, her father had settled on doing it. He β€œcouldn’t love an abomination.”

    Maggie acted quick. Packing a few of her things in a backpack, she shimmied down her balcony, planning on running away. She never expected that at the same moment, her friend Tony was doing the same. They stood staring at each other for a few minutes, not knowing exactly what to do or what to say. The eventually confessed to one another that they had powers. He was a red. She remembered getting upset with him for not telling her, not trusting her with that, but then again it’s not like she told him she was an orange either.

    The two made a snap decision in that moment to run away together. It seemed better to be together than by themselves, strength in number and all that. Eventually, they started taking in others into their little group. In just over two years time, they had accumulated their own little family. Maggie had even developed feelings for Tony as she grew older. She’d confessed that to him the day everything changed.

    One night the group had come across an old RV to crash in for the night. They had just moved camp from an abandoned hotel to move further up north, less population. Unfortunately, someone had seen them after they had broke into a convenience store to get food after it had closed for the night. The cops looked around, found them in the RV, and took Maggie, Gray, and Isaac before they could scatter with the other group. Maggie had stayed behind to stall the cops with her unpredictable compulsion so the others could flee. She simply just never got the chance to join.

    As soon as the three were taken into the camps, Maggie made a snap decision. Erasing any memories of their family from the other’s head, she figured it would be easier for all of them not to miss what they once had. She also didn’t want to camp to torture any information out of them as to where their family was headed. Maggie couldn’t take that risk.

    Now, she lives a blank life. There are all these spots in her head that don’t add up. She knows she’s missing her memory, but she just can’t access it. She’s had a lot of time to try in complete isolation. The only time she has really seen a person in the three years she’s been in camp is when they knock her out before they come into give her the food or have to check on her.


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Magnolia Wolfe's Story

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All Maggie heard was the sound of lapping waves. They didn’t crash on the shore with defining noise, nor did they hit a daunting cliff face while lighting cracked, as if it were a perfect soundtrack to a gothic novel. The waves were simple. Soft. They chilled Maggie’s toes.

As her gaze slowly moved up from the sandy ground, her eyes traced over a lake that reflected the sky so well it could fool her into believing she could swim through the clouds. She felt a sense of wonderment fill her chest, as if filling a hole that had been missing for quite some time. Everything around her made her feel warm, from the birdsong that floated through the air to the flower beds spread wild. She hadn’t even minded the pollen that tickled her nose.

After a few minutes, she began to notice chatter and laughter behind her. Her reaction was odd. That pure wonderment she experienced soon turned to a feeling of love. To a feeling of being at home, to being at peace. She’d felt a happiness she couldn’t recall feeling before.

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Maggie?” someone called from the noise behind her, snapping her out of the daze she’d enveloped herself in. A small smile inched from the corner of her mouth as she began to turn around to face whoever had called her, but the scene faded away the second she caught a glimpse of brunette hair.


Rubbing her eyes, she slid from under the scratchy grey blanket that did shit all to keep her warm. Her bare feet touched the concrete stone under her, and even after three years of being here, that sudden chill of cool stone still sent a shocking shiver up her spine. As if on cue, the little slot on her heavily locked and mechanically powered door slid open, and a tray of mush food was slid under.

The only time Magnolia ever hears someone call her Maggie anymore is in that dream. It reoccurs nearly every night; she’s standing in front of a lake, someone calls out to her, and she wakes up just before she can look to who it is. That warm feelings always vanishes as soon as reality awakens.

She doesn’t get called Maggie by anyone here. Hell, not even Magnolia. She’s just an orange, a prisoner. Not like she has much interaction anyways. The only time she sees anyone is when guards file in after knocking her useless with the white noise.

She hates the white noise. Though, she can't imagine anyone liking it if the effects work on them. She has no idea how they even created such an awful thing, how this certain high pitched noise could be so hurtful and ear bleeding that all Maggie can do, all anyone under the IAAN colour classification field can do, is crumple to the ground ground, covering their ears and scream and throw up from the shear pain. It was like your head exploding but it hasn’t brought you death. Just the inability to do anything except focus on your brain as it keeps getting bombed even after it’s turned to liquid.

Yeah, she’s in no state to use her powers when that’s going on. Bastards in the Camp: 1, IAAN Kids: 0.

Maggie chose to ignore the metal platter at the base of her door. When you’re fed the most basic, non-nutritional food that was cheapest to provide, one’s appetite just dissipates. She was fourteen when she came here. Though she grew taller, she still fit the grey sweats that had been issued to her. If anything, they were a little too big for her frame.

Pressing the button at the side of her door (meant to alert whoever was outside her locked door that she was finished), the metal slot slid back open and she pushed the tray out without a second though. She clambered back onto her bed.

Just another day in her orange issued, isolated, concrete room. Truly a perk that no one could come near her while she was cognitive in fear that she would control them. Not like she would stupidly try like she first had when she’d gotten here. There were too many people. She could break one mans mind at a time, only to have to do it over and over again. As soon as she was caught, they’d shoot her on the spot, no questions. She’d heard the occasional gun shot outside her door. Didn’t take her much to figure out what had gone on out there.

There wasn’t much to do in a bland room by one’s self. Shocker, she knows. Occasionally they slipped in a few things. A piece of paper. A torn book. But really she was just left with her thoughts. She barley even had any memories to keep her entertained, to recall in order to pass the time. She remembered her parents, bits and pieces of her childhood. But after she left her window to run away there was just… silence. Blackness. It was like she’d been asleep from that point on until she was fourteen and entering the camps electric fenced gate. She didn’t know who took her memories, or what happened. Maybe it was the camp. A form of taking away what little freedom she may have had during that missing time period. Maybe the dream she always had was a memory. It seemed too real not to beβ€”

White noise filled her room, and Maggie let out a high pitched scream as she lurched over and hit the ground. No matter how many times this happened, it was just as worse as the last. Covering her ears, she couldn’t breath, couldn’t think. Her stomach lurched as her eyes were downcast on the grey floor. Too soon, the noise stopped, but the effects lasted.

There was a swift kick to her side where she had curled up in a ball. She grunted, but even the hit to the ribs wasn’t as painful as the throb in her head. β€œWhen we give you food, you fucking eat it,” growled the guard. Turning her head with a painful groan, Maggie drank the feeling now of cool concrete. The guard was young. A shiny newness was written on his face. Excitement. Maggie had never had a guard enter her room before alone. It was a rule to go in pairs when encountering an orange. This guy was reckless. Stupid. He was power hungry, looking to excerpt dominance over anyone he could. He just picked the first target he could; Maggie.

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Slipping into his mind, she felt as if she was pushing through gross sludge. She wasn’t interest in looking at his memories or listening to his sickening thoughts. She just had one goal.

β€œBack away now,” Maggie spoke, as she pushed the action into his head. She envisioned him doing it, projecting it to his mind. No room for him to ignore the compulsion. β€œI’ll kill you, you stupid bitch-”, β€œyou will not hurt me. Keep yelling useless threats.” Maggie stated intensely, though her tone was hushed. Maggie was still playing fear. There were cameras in her room after all. She had to be careful.

As the guard continued to rattle off aimless yells, Maggie continued speaking, facing her head away from the camera so they couldn’t see her lips moving. β€œyou aren’t ever going to enter my room again by yourself, nor will you enter any other room. Do not hurt or kill any of us.” Maggie had to stop to suck in a sharp intake of breath. She was starting to feel the pain in her ribs as she whispered. β€œIf you are ordered to hurt or kill someone, fake it. Now leave my room, and forget this conversation happened. You came in here, hit me, yelled at me, and left. That’s it.” The man obeyed without another word, turning away.

Just before he left, Maggie quickly muttered, still very much in a painful heap on the ground, β€œdon't lock the door.”

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The last few weeks for Anthony had been, well hell to say the least. The second a stray Blue had stumbled upon their camp and recognized their description of Izzy, he had gone into full reconnaissance mode. Pandora occasionally had to stop him from absorbing so much time and effort into locating the facility in which the kid had escaped from. She had been his anchor when he lost Maggie, without her no telling what dark place his mind might've wandered.

"Tony, you're tired. I just think you need to rest a bit, some of the others-". He slammed his fist into the wooden desk, the action causing her to flinch ever so slightly. He pinched the bridge of his nose letting out a labored sigh before giving her a weak glance. While the idea of relaxing and spending time with the others sounded pleasing, it felt wrong. He couldn't relax when he knew those three were locked up going through god knows what. "I-I'm sorry. We're just so close, I can't stop now." The sound of laughter flooded through the door and he lifted up the corner of his mouth in what he hoped was a smile. "Go have fun, I'll be fine. I promise". She slipped out without another word and he returned to scribbling on the (not-so-accurate) map of the facility. With help from Rose, they were able to get a general sense of the guard patterns, layout, and feel for the prison.

With the help from the boy's memories they were able to scramble up enough information and form a plan that, probably wouldn't get them all killed. On the outside it seemed simple enough.


xxxxx- Scale the giant ass concrete wall.
xxxxx- Pandora short circuits the electrical fences allowing them to climb over easily.
xxxxx- Tony and Meera start a huge firework show diversion.
xxxxx- Pandora and Rose sneak their way into the blue and yellow buildings while the guards are all dealing xxxxxwith Tony and Meera.
xxxxx-Quin or the man behind the screen gets them all past codes, guards, and doors.
xxxxx-Tony slips off and gets Maggie.
xxxxx- They fight their way out


The last step had thousands of scribbles and eraser marks through it. He had spent countless hours going through the plan and blanked on the actual escaping part. By the time they had the others no doubt the entire fleet of guards would be there armed with guns and white noise. There was no guarantee that he was getting everyone out of there alive. As a last resort, Tony would ultimately stay behind and hold off the guards enough for everyone else to get out. Of course, he hadn't told anyone about that part of the plan yet, but he still had a small amount of hope that it wouldn't have to come to that. In the end it'd be worth it.

It had been years since the incident at the RV. The thought of it still made him sick to his stomach. The group devoted everything to finding them after that day, but it started to seem hopeless. Tony could barely sleep with the idea that Grayson, Izzy, and Maggie believed they had given up looking.

Maggie. The thought of her being locked up in some concentration camp made him sleepless. It's your fault. It should've been you. You could've stopped it. It's all he could think after the incident. It drove him insane. He would've given anything just to switch places with her, just to see her again. He would always have a reoccurring nightmare, a few weeks after. They'd be sitting on the steps of that RV, laughing, and they'd lean in for a kiss and she was gone. Ripped from his fingers. Each night he'd wake up abruptly, panicked and terrified, burning holes through the bed sheets.

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"Tony?" The quiet knock came from Kaity. A 12 year old Blue they had found huddled in an abandoned supermarket. He was shoving various things inside a battered jansport backpack that he had still had from his childhood. "Pandora told me to come get you. They're ready". Tony let out the quietest shaky breath, and nodded his head adding in a small friendly smile to mask his fear. "Thanks Kait". She gave him a beaming smile and skipped out the doorway, leaving him alone. He missed feeling so innocent, not having a care about the world. These days it felt as if the world was on his shoulders.

He fumbled to shove the small piece of notebook paper that contained the "plan", an idea very well could get them killed. His right hand was uncontrollably shaking, a red tick, that he couldn't stop. "Damnit"
He muttered, trying several more times before giving up and shoving the paper in the small, open pocket of the backpack. He slung the strap over his shoulder and headed outside, where the group endured the most quiet car ride of their life.

They parked about a mile from the giant facility, stashing the car behind some bushes. Nobody dared speak a word on their quiet descent to the looming concrete wall. Tony wasn't sure if it was the fact that there was a possibility none of them would walk out of here alive, or they didn't want to alert any of the guards nearby. As they finally came to the edge of the forest Tony stopped and turned back towards the group, an unreadable expression on his face. "Well, this is probably one of the riskiest things we've ever done, and I can't guarantee anything. If things go south I'll try to hold them off as long as I can but you all need to use that to get the hell out. You have to promise that none of you will stay behind, I can't have any of you get taken, not again." This would probably be noted as one of the most depressing pep talks in history, but Tony didn't have any hope left to give. This was their last chance to save their friends.

He went over the plans once more, and another just for precaution. If one thing went wrong it could have a catastrophic domino effect. He turned to Pandora first, giving her a curt nod, and a reassuring squeeze of her shoulder. "After we get over that wall, you're first up Sparky. I don't know how much time we have before we set of some kind off alarm so you're going to have to work fast, are you ready?" Even though his eyes were focused on Pandora he meant the last bit for everyone.

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On the walk to the facility, Pandora was quiet. She had finally cleared her mind of all of her doubts. Happily she smiled at Tony when he stopped and turned around. The smile stayed on her face even as he continued to speak. I’ll be dammed if I let Tony hold them off if things go south. I will stay before I let anyone else stay. It wouldn’t be fair to Maggie if Tony got trapped or killed. He is her childhood friend. Rose deserves to see her brother again too. As long as Izzy gets out, I’ll be fine. Hell, I won’t even mind being killed or trapped. She came out of he thoughts when Tony gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. Had he said something?

β€œI am ready. I’ll go over the wall first and then take care of the fence. Though, everyone start heading to the wall once I am at the top of it. I’ll let everyone know if they should retreat…By the time you guys get over the wall, the fence should be down,” she said as she adjusted her earpiece. She could feel her heart pounding against her chest. Pandora was nervous and scared. Adrenaline ran through her veins. She looked everyone in the eye and hoped this wouldn’t be the last time she saw him or her. The last person her eyes landed on was Tony. She leaned in to make it look like she was going to give Tony a peck on the cheek. She paused. Pandora needed to whisper something to him.

β€œIf things go south, I will stay. They will likely kill you if you get trapped in the camp. You are a red. Just make sure everyone else gets out…and take care of Izzy for me please,” she whispered just before she pecked his cheek. Then she quickly headed towards the wall. The last thing she wanted was to give Tony time to object. Once at the wall, she began to scale it as quickly as possible. She had to pause a few times, but finally got to the top. She ignored the sound of her heartbeat in her ears.

Slowly she took in her surroundings before scaling down the wall. She was still out of breath, but she knew time was of the essence. When she was about five and a half feet from the ground, she let herself dropped. Both feet hit the ground and she flinched at the force. She ignored the discomfort and ran to the fence. Pandora took in a slow deep breath as she grabbed the fence. She allowed her body to absorb the electricity from the fence. As she let out a slow breath, she focused the electricity back into the fence. A few minutes later the fence finally lost power.

Seconds later, the fence regained power. The generators had kicked in. Pandora focused the electricity back into the fence again. She should have taken a break, but she had to be quick. This time when the fence lost power, it didn’t turn back on. Pandora’s heart was pounding. It seemed as if it was ready to fly out of her chest. She felt lightheaded, but she ignored that sensation.

She crotched down to keep somewhat out of sight, the last thing she needed was a guard to see a tall shadowy figure near the fence. The sun was setting, so it would give more cover. As she waited for the others, she concentrated on slow breathing. Come on body, don't give out on me now. I can still climb over this fence and get Izzy. I need to make sure everyone gets out too.

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Character Portrait: Rosemary C. Maes Character Portrait: Magnolia Wolfe Character Portrait: Anthony Ramos Character Portrait: Isaac Neill Character Portrait: Tobias Elswood Character Portrait: Pandora Sylvester Character Portrait: Grayson Maes Character Portrait: Ameera Modi
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β€œIt must be lonely to be a ghost,” Isaac mused, absentmindedly picking a piece of grass off the brown issued pants that matched the brown uniform all those in his encampment wore. β€œThrowing aimless trinkets just to get the attention of the one’s you loved,” he continued, leaning back so his weight was on his outstretched arms as he gazed at the beautiful sky. β€œMeanwhile the others are still loving that persons rotting corpse, all the while hating and fearing the nuisance they’ve become as a ghost.”

Taking in a deep breath that smelled of fresh rain and the sweat of those around him, Izzy glanced back down at the garden of vegetables he was tasked of taking care of. Sitting up straighter, he reached out to toy with the green top of the carrot burrowed underneath the soil.

β€œNo wonder some ghosts turn bitter. They just want to be remembered, to be seen by any means possible.” Sighing, he pushed himself up from his previous cross-legged position on the ground, and picked up the watering can. Tilting it so it sprinkled out little droplets of water, not wanting to over do it as it had rained the previous night, he almost missed the passing comment of the green walking behind him who muttered, β€œdude, you’re so fucking weird.”

Well, maybe next time he wouldn’t eavesdrop on Isaac’s conversations with his plants, not that he wouldn’t have minded the green joining inβ€” but that would never happen. No one here made friends even if Izzy tried.

It wasn’t as if some of the greens and blues around didn’t want to be friendly or partially sociable in a positive way. It was just that the guards never liked it very much. If two people got close, or if a group got close, then they became concerned that they would conspire a way to get free. At least that’s what Izzy thought. It made the most common sense considering the situation.

Whistling a little tune softly, Izzy continued on with his job of watering plants, giving a small smile to any other IAAN kid who looked his way. The struggle of the camps showed on all their faces, as he was sure it showed on his. By no means was life here wonderful. They had no freedom, even if they were allowed outside to do jobs and chores unlike some of the others colours. They could mingle (within reason). Guards were around more, scattered like little seeds, always keeping an eye. The white noise was frequent, if one person stepped out of line, they all suffered the consequences.

If the guard felt like using someone as a punching bag, no one would really stop it until it got to a dangerous point. Sometimes not even then.

Izzy couldn’t remember the past couple of years in his life, no care in the world why. He didn’t care to even think of the life he could remember. This was all he knew now. He had to find a way to survive, to keep uplifted. Talking to his plants was one of the ways he kept himself sane, though he did get a kick to the head and face full of dirt when some of the guards heard him do it. However, that’s not as bad as when he absentmindedly uses his powers. It happened more often than he cared to admit.

Setting the watering can down, Izzy brushed the soil off of his palms and placed his hands on his hips, examining the garden below him. They veggies were growing quite nicely, if he did say so himself. Then again, all the gardens he had attended to over the past three years n this camp had. Of course, if they would get him better and more proper materials, they would grow even better, but beggars can't be choosers. Well... in this case it's more like prisoners can't be choosers. C'est la vie.

Picking up his materials, holding them like an awkward cluttered bay in his hands, Izzy made his way over to on of the supply sheds on the compound yard. He had done his first task for the day. Now it was time to make way and pull various weeds. He didn't mind the chores they assigned really. It kept him busy, even if his hands were extremely rough, calloused, and cut.

Setting his things down in the respective spot, he grabbed a plastic bag that he could throw the weeds into and made it back outside. He stopped, visibly startled, when a little droplet of rain hit him splat on the forehead and dripped down to the tip of his nose. Looking back up at the sky, squinting one eye shut to fend off the clear rays of the sun, he saw rain clouds quickly moving in and the pace of the new rain increased.

Giving a small pout, Izzy mumbled disappointingly, "Oh no, my plants."