Announcements: RPG: Season of Giving 2020 » Universe of the Week! » Finding Universes to Join (and making yours more visible!) » Guide To Universes On RPG » Starter Locations & Prompts for Newbies » RPG Chat — the official app » USERNAME CHANGES » Suggestions & Requests: THE MASTER THREAD »

Latest Discussions: A question about 'hyperspace travel' and its use as a weapon » NaNoWriMo 2020 » A vacuum salesman in the Multiverse. » Being bored at work makes you do crazy things » Question here from the FNG » Recommendations of Reading material. » Do you "follow" characters to receive notifications? » My 2 Fav Poems! » Simple Vs. Detailed RPG Layouts » Warning About Communist-Inspired Upheaval and Revolution » The Best Sentence » Universe of the Week Nominations » The SCPF Wiki Project (not related to SCP Project in 2016) » What influences you as you write? And why? » Preventing Bitrot by Hosting Images on RPG » Interesting YouTube Videos » Xamoyan Bestiary » The Political Compass » Song Covers » The Truth of Gung Fu »

Players Wanted: Revamping Fantasy Adventure RPG, need new players » Here, At the End of the World (supernatural mystery drama) » Seeking Role Players for a TOG Based RP » so I made a Stranger Things RP idk why not come join » LFP - New Roleplay » Gifted/Mutant individuals escaping the gov » Spaceship Zero! A retro horror sci fi RP with rayguns :D » mahou shoujo rp » Avolair: Academy For The Supernatural [NEW][OPEN] » Calling for adventurers to explore Xamoyos » roleplayers wanted for shifters world. » The UCF- a (soon to be) group in the MV » Neothea: Phyrian Galaxy (Open) » Students Wanted: Arcane and Human alike » A Once Upon a Time Adventure. » The Children of Ash (Multiverse) » Chronicles of Cre' Est Players Wanted! » Forgiveness - Romantic Drama RP, One Role Open! » Adventurers wanted for the Gala-Dor Expedition » Kingsman: International Affairs »

Season of Giving 2020

At the end of perhaps our craziest year yet, we choose to celebrate our writing family with that extra touch of gratitude. Tip your fellow authors for a chance to win 10,000 INK, with leaderboards updated daily.

Merry Christmas from RPG! 🎅

Quarantined

Denva Quarantine Facility

0 INK

a part of Quarantined, by Shané.

Somewhere everyone wants to leave, yet no one is able too...

Shané holds sovereignty over Denva Quarantine Facility, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

1,423 readers have been here.

Setting

Somewhere everyone wants to leave, yet no one is able too...
Create a Character Here »

Denva Quarantine Facility

Somewhere everyone wants to leave, yet no one is able too...

Minimap

Denva Quarantine Facility is a part of Quarantined.

2 Places in Denva Quarantine Facility:

9 Characters Here

Shayla Bones [46] "Oh please. We both know I don't have a disease."
Monica Flack [41] "High salary? Punishing brats? Count me in."
Axel Pierce [34] "There is absoultely nothing wrong of me. So why am I here exactly?"
Adrian Carlos [26] Who exactly is running the facility...some get the feeling it isn't the Doctor.
Destiny Phillips [20] "I'm cruel? Honey I'll show you cruel."
Daniel Matlock [18] "I've been in worse scrapes. This place has nothing on Helmand..."
Jason Conelly [17] "Am I sick? I don't feel sick..."
Nicholas Brown [16] I don't be long here. I dont have a disease and neither does anyone else.
Erin Finch [11] "I don't know about you, but I have what it takes to escape."

Start Character Here »


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Shanae Vena Character Portrait: Axel Pierce Character Portrait: Jason Conelly
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Jason Conelly

He looked through blurry eyes at the hand that suddenly went into his line of site. He looked up at Axel and gratefully took his hand. He was grateful for the help because he didn’t know how much longer he would be able to stand on his own, or how much longer he would be able to stay conscious. He heard through the rush in his ears something about getting his arms over Axel’s shoulders. He complied and stretched his arms around Axel and felt himself being pulled into a piggy back. Axel was saying something about resisting and that everyone needed help sometimes. Jason at the moment didn’t care about being lifted in a piggy back or not, he was just grateful that he didn’t have to walk on his own feet the whole way.

He could tell Axel was moving slowly so as not to hurt him more but all the pain came as a dull throb. Each movement sent a wave of heat based pain through his back. But he knew it could be worse, walking would have sent eh fire through his ankles and legs, and more forcefully through the whip marks on his back. He figured they were still bleeding; he hadn’t been still long enough for them to scab over and start to heal. His shirt was probably soaked through and leaving small droplets on the floor as the blood dripped to the floor.

He felt himself lowered on the floor and winced slightly. He had to put the pressure on his ankles to be able to balance his way into a sitting position because he knew he definitely couldn’t stay on his feet. A quick glance showed him that Shanae was there, Axel asking her how she was before asking him. Jason just nodded to the question; he didn’t have much strength to do much else. He didn’t know what Shanae had been through but she looked exhausted. He laid his head back against the wall, just wishing he could sleep, he let his eyes close.

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by safton
Daniel Matlock

The SEAL had no fight left in him when Monica appeared, gently urging him to walk. He complied with no resistance; the woman was cold, but she didn't evoke the same raw anger that Adrian did. Besides, Matlock was in no condition to put up a fuss in his current state. The gas had taken more out of him than he expected. He seemed sapped of energy -- it reminded him of the feeling of a march, in full combat gear, in the thin air of Afghanistan's mountains. Not the most pleasant sensation -- no matter how much air you breathed in, it never seemed to be quite enough. Your muscles burned and felt as if they would give out at any moment, but still you would have to persevere.

Because people were counting on you. Just like they were now.

Daniel found himself pushed into a door on the right side of the corridor, stumbling in before steadying himself against the wall. He didn't turn in time to see the door slam shut behind him, but he heard it. The sound had a certain sense of finality to it that Daniel couldn't shake. He rubbed his hand down his face.

Focus.

Regaining his composure, he looked around the room. He spotted several figures in the room with him, seeing Shanae at the opposite end of the room. "Shanae, we need to--"

Daniel's knees buckled, sending him sliding down the wall.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Adrian Carlos Character Portrait: Shanae Vena Character Portrait: Axel Pierce Character Portrait: Monica Flack Character Portrait: Destiny Phillips Character Portrait: Jason Conelly Character Portrait: Daniel Matlock
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Shané
Shanae Vena

The door to the cell was thrown open, making Shanae jump. Her head swung around to see the reason for the disturbance as Axel carried Jason and placed him gently down against the wall. Jason looked awful. There were jagged whip marks all down his back, and the blood loss was obviously getting to him. She knew exactly how he felt. Desperate to keep her memories at bay she managed to crawl over to them. Even so she found herself close to losing it again as she forced back tears, instead focusing on how she could help Jason. There was nothing she could do about Daniel. Adrian was right in a sense, he killed everyone and it wasn't as though she'd be immune to it for much longer. She saw Axel give her a searching look.
"Are you okay?" his voice broke the silence "And Jason are you feeling any better?"
She stiffened at the question, struggling to keep her emotions in check before placing a hand on both Axels and Jason's hands.
<Daniel's gone. I don't want to talk about it> she turned her face away trying to control herself. She withdrew her hands to make sure the emotions didn't slip through the thin mental bond, though she had a feeling it was a little late. Finally she took in a shuddering breath before turning back to the task at hand.
Mustering energy to conceal her feelings, Shanae took back Jason's hand.
<It might be wise to remove the back of your shirt to stop it getting infected>
The cloth was sticking to the wounds, and if the blood clotted around it there could be serious problems. She kept her face a hard mask, though her eyes couldn't hide how she truly felt. She tried to shove her thoughts to the back of her mind as she'd done with so many others, but Daniels face kept coming to the front. If she hadn't been so stupid and allowed Adrian to use her it wouldn't have happened. She knew he was going to do it. She just knew he'd use her, why hadn't she managed to change it? The memory of Daniel stepping into the glass made her freeze. He shouldn't have done it. She would rather be dead then live any longer.
Suddenly her mask cracked, and her hands started to shake. She quickly took back her hand from Jason, before curling her knees up to her chest. She buried her face in her hands trying to stop the memories. The door smashed open and shut, she didn't bother looking up it didn't matter.
"Shanae, we need to--"
Her head snapped up in time to see Daniel fall to his knees. She opened her mouth in a silent cry as the shock carved itself on her face. A strange mixture of joy and shock flew through her veins as she rushed over to him grabbing one of his hands in both of her own.
<How?> The thoughts poured into his mind, as tears threatened to fall <He told me he'd kill you. Don't ever listen to him again. Promise me.>
She clutched at his hand like a lifeline. Adrian had never lied about something like this. He always followed through. Thank goodness this was different. Then the sudden fear of a repeat flowed through. If they stayed much longer...No. She would not let it happen again.
<We have to get out> Her thought was firm, with an unquestionable undertone of need. <We have to>


Adrian Carlos

Adrian left Shayla and Nick, knowing they would obey his orders. The sound of a horn stopped him in his tracks. His face creased into a scowl. They were already here.
He marched to the front door before unlocking it and re-locking it behind him. A large white truck was parked in the facilities driveway, with an irritated driver waiting to drive through the large iron gates. If possible Adrian's scowl deepened as he moved forward, and in an obvious display of annoyance, unlocked the rusty iron padlock. Pulling open the heavy gate, with some difficulty, Adrian watched with heated eyes as the truck drove through. The truck turned around before slowly backing up, the back of it slowly getting closer to the door. It stopped about two meters away from the locked door of the facility before the truck driver got out.
The man was in a long white lab coat, and his rather thin, gangly body seemed rather wiry. Adrian didn't soften his features as the man reached out a hand. Adrian didn't take it.
"I thought you said an hour" he said flatly, as the smile dropped from the mans face and he withdrew his proffered hand.
"We thought you might need a hand getting them loaded, and it may take a while"
"I think I am quite capable of taking care of myself" Adrian snapped before demanding to see the inside.
A little peeved, the man agreed, though he now had a sour look on his face. He through open the back doors allowing Adrian to expect the inside.
Adrian couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. It did suit what he wanted well. The inside of the truck was lined with around eight separate cage-like confinements. Each were made purely out of metal with thick bars down the front.
"Well at least you got one thing right" Adrian said gruffly, before opening each of the doors.
"Lucky for you there ready now, I'll be back with them in a while."
"I can hel-"
Adrian turned and gave him a cold glare.
"No. You can't"
He went back inside before slamming the door back in the smarmy mans face. He hated them trying to control what he did. Thank goodness the government had figured out a way he could have rights with the mutants. The stupid white coat could experiment on them as much as he liked, but he, Adrian, would have complete authority. He would get Nick to find the box, and then in between experiments the others could retrieved it. He found Monica and Destiny in the hallway.
"I need both of you to get the lot of them outside. There is a truck waiting for them, make sure they are each caged separately and none get away." He gave them both a pointed look. "Destiny, collect Nick and Shayla, Monica you can deal with the group upstairs, I'll take care of Erin. I assume she's sorted?" He gave her a questioning glance.

"We're all moving to one of the Science facilities." he couldn't keep the sneer out of his voice "but I'll need the both of you with me to make sure we keep control of them"

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by safton
Daniel Matlock

Daniel remained conscious as he attempted to stay upright. Luckily the walk to the chamber hadn't taken enough out of him to put him out of it for long. He still felt exhausted, but at least he was alive. That was not something to take for granted here. He wasn't sure what the gas had done to him, but he wasn't dead and he wasn't growing scales, so that was good enough for now.

Shanae ran forward and soon her grip tightened around his hand. Thoughts rushed into his mind. <He told me he'd kill you. Don't ever listen to him again. Promise me.>

Daniel looked her in the eye, speaking out loud. "You know I can't promise that. Not if it means you--" he paused, "any of you will get hurt."

<We have to get out. We have to.>

The SEAL nodded. "My thoughts exactly," he said with a smirk, despite himself. Not knowing who could be listening, he tightened his grip on Shanae's hand and generated several thoughts, hoping she would pick up on them. <I'm working on it... but if anyone else has any bright ideas, I'm all ears. I'll do whatever it takes to get us out of here.>

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Nicholas Brown

Nick closed his eyes as Monica tried forcing him to look at her as she spoke. Her words flew over his head as he kept thinking about Shay. Just get her out. was all he could think of as she moved over to Shayla and grabbed hold of her hair. He still couldn't focus on what she was saying, his eyes glued to Shay as she left and came back a few minutes later with a few things he'd need to clean Shayla up with. As soon as his restraints were off he pushed past Monica dropping the mop she gave him and untied Shayla as she attempted to say something. “Shhh.” He said simply as he took the cloth and started to wipe away some of the blood. “Don’t thank me for anything.” He said as he grabbed the bottle of water and put it up to her lips. “Come on take a sip.” He said as he thought. All of this was his fault. It was his fault that she was here right now and it was his fault they targeted her every time they wanted something from him. He continuously made her take small sips of the water as he finished wiping the blood away. Slowly he slid her bloody shirt off and helped her put the new one on. He sighed and lifted her up moving her to a part of the room that was untouched and clean. He gently set her down and grabbed the mop and began to clean the blood from the floor. As he finished he wasn’t sure how much time had passed but he knew it had taken way to long, due to the horn sounding out front of the facility. He walked over to Shayla and lifted her up into his arms and slowly started to walk down the hall to the room that Adrian had mentioned. “Shayla? I’m sorry.”

Erin Finch

Erin’s heart raced as she looked at Adrian and Monica as she listened to them. As Adrian instructed Monica to inject her with some clear substance, she swore her heart stopped for a moment. This was what had happened to all of the others. And something inside of her knew for sure that there was a chance she wouldn’t make it to tomorrow. She started walking as Monica told her not to mess around. Something about the urgency in Adrian’s voice told her that Monica couldn’t kill her even if she wanted to. There would be too much hell to pay. As Monica opened the door to a room with a plain chair in the middle of it her heart froze again in fear. She tensed and sat down as Monica started strapping her ankles to the legs of the wooden chair with a rope. She tightened her fist as Monica had instructed her wishing that instead of doing it for a shot she was doing it to punch the witch. She didn’t notice the needle poking through her skin at first but she cringed as the icy liquid entered her vein. It sent a frigid pain throughout her body as it spread causing her to cry out in pain. She watched as Monica left the room and a fuzzy darkness started materializing on the edges of her vision. She was blacking out. She fought to stay awake and watched the room around her spin as the darkness spread until she could hardly keep her head up. She cringed again as the freezing liquid in her veins suddenly started to burn. She screamed and finally her conscious was lost and she slipped into a state of emptiness. She jerked to life again with a scream loud enough to wake the dead. Everything around her felt unreal. She looked around realizing that there was still no one there and she was still tied to the chair. She looked around and found a mirror on the wall. She gasped and closed her eyes looking away. Her naturally brown eyes were now a lime green and the pupils were now in slits, reminding her of a snakes eye almost.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Shanae Vena Character Portrait: Axel Pierce Character Portrait: Jason Conelly Character Portrait: Daniel Matlock
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Shané
Shanae Vena

Daniel's green eyes met her own in response to her question.
"You know I can't promise that. Not if it means you--" he paused, "any of you will get hurt."
Shanae frowned about to speak, when Daniel gripped her thin hand tighter, answering her other question.
"My thoughts exactly,"
<I'm working on it... but if anyone else has any bright ideas, I'm all ears. I'll do whatever it takes to get us out of here.>
<If it's going to work you can't listen to him.> she sent firmly <We're going to get hurt whether you do what he asks or not. You don't have the luxury of "helping" anyone.>
She then realeased his hand briefly, before moving over to Jason and Axel. She gently picked up Jason's hand and moved it next to Axels in order to place her hand over both of them. She then reached back over to hold Daniels. She tested the link with her mind. She felt the probe extend into all three minds, and she nodded satisfied that she could speak to all three at once.

<We will get out> the statement was sent with reasonable force. <The only question is how…>



(Same issue as Safton, time for interaction!)

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Shanae Vena Character Portrait: Axel Pierce Character Portrait: Jason Conelly Character Portrait: Daniel Matlock
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Shane had placed her hands on Axel's hand. Axel was so shocked when all of a sudden he heard Shane's voice in his head. <Daniel's gone. I don't want to talk about it> Axel looked at her with his mouth dropped open unable to speak for a moment. She had moved her hand away from Axel's, then she turned away from him looking sad. But before she moved her hand away he could feel emotions that weren't his own. "When did you learn to do that? And why aren't you talking normally?" He looked at her alittle confused about all of it. She seemed to look at and talk to Jason in her head. She looked at his cuts and looked like she was trying to help him. Axel sat there wondering if everyone had powers what they were. All of a sudden Daniel came through the door and had said, "Shanae, we need to--" As soon as he had said that little bit he had collapsed against the wall. Axel looked at Shane and she looked like she was about to cry her eyes out. Axel felt kinda happy for the two of them they looked great together. Shane had put her hand on Daniel's and sat there for a minute. He figured she was talking to him, then all of a sudden Daniel started to speak.

"You know I can't promise that. Not if it means you--" Daniel paused for a moment and went on, "any of you will get hurt." From what Axel could tell she was still talking to him. Daniel blurted out, "My thoughts exactly" While saying that he seemed to have a little smirk coming across his face. Shane then walked over toward moved Axel and Jason. As soon as she did so she put their hands next to each other. Axel heard he voice in his head once again. <We will get out> Axel could clearly hear everything easily. <The only question is how…> Axel looked at her and thought maybe she could hear his thought so he thought hard so she could hear him. <Well we have my super strength and my weird new pain tolerance. Maybe we can have me distract people while you have the others use their abilities to get us out.> He looked at every and felt a strong urge to do whatever he could to help them.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Shanae Vena Character Portrait: Axel Pierce Character Portrait: Nicholas Brown Character Portrait: Jason Conelly Character Portrait: Daniel Matlock
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Shané
Shanae Vena

<Well we have my super strength and my weird new pain tolerance. Maybe we can have me distract people while you have the others use their abilities to get us out.>
Shanae glanced up at Axel and nodded slightly. It seemed all of them had something...just how they could use them was the problem.
<We could use that> Shanae said slowly <But it would have to be carefully planned, and there would need to be a way you could follow us out...It's not just Adrian that we need to be careful of. There's also Miss Flack and Destiny.>
Shanae stiffened slightly remembering Axel's previous question.
"When did you learn to do that? And why aren't you talking normally?"
<Axel?> she started, her expression pained <To your previous question...I didn't learn to do this, Adrian did it. I can speak to Nick directly at anytime, and everyone else through touch...I can also give energy and see.> she stopped trying to word it appropriately. <...opportunities/choices that can be made, though at random.>
She stopped completely. Not wanting to think about the second question, but finally deciding he needed to know.
<For the second question. I can't talk…> her thoughts became more quiet <Adrian, removed my tongue>
She said finally, focusing on the cold stone tiles.
There was an awkward pause, before Shanae came up with an idea.
<I can contact Nick…>
She reached out her mind to Nicks while attempting to keep the link with all three of the others. It took her several attempts before she made it. Now hopefully the others could here Nick as well as herself.
<Nick? I'm upstairs with Axel, Jason and Daniel> she felt a thrill of joy at being able to add Daniels name to the list, before managing to contain her feelings <We're trying to plan...what has happened with you?>
A sudden thought rammed through her head.
<Where's Shayla? I need to know she okay>

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Jason Conelly

He laid there against the wall, sounds around him slowly getting un-muddled by the rushing blood. He felt Shanae grab his hand, her voice going through his head a few times. He heard them, but not much of it seemed to register. There was something about Daniel, and then her voice was back, saying that because of the blood he should take off his shirt. She was probably right on that one, his wounds would most likely get worse if the cloth were to get stuck there. He forced his weary and very achy muscles to move and maneuver the torn shirt over his head and off of his torso. His back was still bleeding from the whip marks, but not as badly now. He was glad for this small respite that he got, but with that came his hearing again, sharpened by whatever Adrian had in that needle. He heard a car, or van by the bulkiness of it, and footsteps, some talking, the voices distinctly male but he couldn’t make out the words and some more footsteps.

He heard Shanae’s voice come back into his head. <We will get out. The only question, is how.> It took him a minute to completely understand what she was talking about. His mind was working slowly, the blood loss making his head a little fuzzy. Then it clicked, and slowly he realized he could do something. Shanae’s hand has still on his, and then he realized she was still talking with Axel, and flinched slightly when she stated she had lost her tongue. <I can help. I think.> He couldn’t remember exactly if he had told Shanae yet what had happened to him, but he knew Shayla knew because she was there. <I have wings.>

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Adrian Carlos Character Portrait: Shanae Vena Character Portrait: Axel Pierce Character Portrait: Shayla Bones Character Portrait: Monica Flack Character Portrait: Nicholas Brown Character Portrait: Jason Conelly Character Portrait: Daniel Matlock
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Shayla Bones


Shay watched Nick drop the mop and run to her. “Shhh.” He said gently, silencing her thank you's. She felt him untie her and she dropped her arms to her lap, leaning on him as he wipped up some of her blood with the rag. Her wrists burned where the rope had been tied, and she looked down to see that they were bruised and bloody. Shit. “Don’t thank me for anything.” She heard him say, and struggled to look up at him, but was hardly able to lift her head. How could she not thank him? He'd just stopped Monica's torture and possibly saved her best friend from the same thing. Even if that meant giving into Adrian.

She was going to speak up when she felt something against her lips. “Come on take a sip.” Nick said, and she forced herself to tilt her head back, catching the look of guilt on his face as she did. Water ran down her dry throat and she sighed softly, drinking it gratefully as it cleared away the clogged, scratchy feeling of her screams and the blood in her mouth from biting down on her tounge was washed away. She sat, leaned against him in silence as he finished cleaning her up, giving her small drinks of the water. When he was done, she had to sit up on her own, using the post for support as he slid her bloody shirt off. The pain in her back made her close her eyes, even though she knew he was being as gentle as he could. Once the ruined shirt was off, he helped her slip into a clean white t-shirt. The new, soft cotton fel good on her burning skin and she sighed as he lifted her gently and moved her. Thank you Nick. She though silently to herself as she leaned her shoulder against the wall and closed her eyes. The wounds on her back were closing up, leaving behind white scars, but her nerves still screamed with pain and her energy was still draining.

Shay didn't even know how long it had been before she felt Nick's closeness again. He wrapped his arms around her gently, waking her from her half-asleep state, and lifted her up. It was strange, accepting help from him. It wasn't something she was used to, but she was just happy she didn't have to walk. Her legs felt like jell-o and the thought of holding up her wieght was agonizing. He carried her out of the room and down the hall. She curled up in his arms and allowed herself to feel small for a moment. It felt good to not have to be the strong one all the time. “Shayla? I’m sorry.” She heard Nick say, and lifter her eyes to look at him. There was guilt all over his face.

Shay shook her head softly, noticing that the pounding was going away a little. "For what?" She whispered, voice still a little hoarse, but rgaining it's strength. "If you're sorry for them using me against you, don't be." She placed her hand against his cheek for a second before dropping it. "I'm just as guilty of that as you are. And you can't possibly be sorry for stopping Monica. If you think you've let me down by agreeing to her terms, you haven't. And you don't have to be sorry that she beat me either. I've handled it a thousand times, what's one more?" Shay sighed softly with the effort of talking. "You didn't do anything wrong. Don't do what I do and blame yourself for everything. It's a hard habit to break." She finished and rested her head back against his chest, closing her eyes halfway.

Monica Flack


On her way to check on Erin, Adrian stopped her and Destiny walked up behind. "I need both of you to get the lot of them outside." He said, and she could tell by the tone of his voice that something had irritated him. "There is a truck waiting for them, make sure they are each caged separately and none get away." He gave them both a pointed look, but Monica shook it off and nodded obiediently. "Destiny, collect Nick and Shayla, Monica you can deal with the group upstairs, I'll take care of Erin. I assume she's sorted?"

Monica grinned and nodded. "Yes. I was just going to check on her now, but I guess you can handle that." And she turned to carry out his orders when he spoke again.

"We're all moving to one of the Science facilities." he sneered behind her "but I'll need the both of you with me to make sure we keep control of them."

"Of course." She grinned and left them there, heading back towards the room she'd just left Daniel in. Once she was there, she threw the door open and gave them all a nod, making sure they were all still there. Shanae, Axel, Jason, and Daniel. Yep. Good. "You're being moved." She said simply. "You're to come with me and give me no trouble." She raised her eyebrows. "And to make sure you don't try somethign stupid at your first breath of fresh air, you're going with me one by one." She jerked her thumb towards Shanae. "Starting with you. Come on Vena, up." Monica yanked the dark haired girl to her feet and dragged her from the room by her arm, walking briskly down the hall.

At the door, she took Shanae's arm by the wrist and wrapped it around to her back. If the girl tried to run, she'd break her own arm. And with that, she shoved her outside and walked her quickly to the truck Adrian had described. The man standing nearby leaped forward like he was going to take over, but Monica held up her hand. She could see why Adrian had been so pissed. "No. Just lock the cage." She hissed and shoved Shanae in the truck, pushing her quickly in the first cage. Once it was locked, she whirled away and repeated the same process for the three boys, making sure to put them on one side of the truck and Shanae on the other so that they couldn't talk without speaking outloud where she could hear them.

Once she was done, she stepped from the back of the truck and leaned her hip against it, arms across her chest to wait for Destiny with Nick and Shay, and Adrian with Erin.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Adrian Carlos Character Portrait: Shanae Vena Character Portrait: Monica Flack Character Portrait: Jason Conelly Character Portrait: Daniel Matlock
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Shané
Adrian Carlos

"Yes. I was just going to check on her now, but I guess you can handle that. . .Of course."
Adrian smiled at Monica. She pleased him. He moved on down the hall, ready to collect Erin. He was almost there before, he turned back around and walked back to the kitchen. He grabbed a sack before continuing down the hall. He turned and found Erin tied to a chair.
He didn't bother explaining anything. Better to leave them wondering. He pulled out a knife and held it just under Erin's chin, lifting it slightly.
"Well that is rather interesting"
He removed the knife and swiftly cut the bonds that held her, before delivering a swift blow to the head.
"That's in case you decide to try anything" Adrian said in a growl, before grabbing both of Erin's shoulders and directing her down to the door. Before he exited he tightened his grip on her shoulders.
"For your own interest, I have my gun ready"
He then continued to the truck. He wasn't good at subtle threats. Finally they reached the truck, and Adrian gave Erin a non to gentle shove into the cage next to Shanae's. He made great care to force her to smash her head on the door frame before slamming the door shut.
It appeared Monica had already brought Shanae, Jason, Axel and Daniel down. Her efficiency helped relieve his bad mood somewhat, though he noted that Shanae had now got over Daniel's apparent "death". This annoyed him a little. No doubt it had made her happy. This made Adrian unhappy.



Shanae Vena

<I can help. I think. I have wings.>
Shanae glanced up at Jason. She wondered briefly if perhaps they could be used for flying, but she was distracted by his haggard appearance. He looked worse than before.
< I know how you feel… > she sent gently. Glancing at the whip marks littering his back. No doubt her own looked the same, at least she had managed to get a bandage. She should have stashed some spares. She was about to ask if he knew how the wings could help, or if they could be used for flight, when the door slammed open.
Shanae jumped before pulling her hand away from the others.
"You're being moved. You're to come with me and give me no trouble. And to make sure you don't try something stupid at your first breath of fresh air, you're going with me one by one."
Shanae started to back away before Monica pointed her out.
"Starting with you. Come on Vena, up."
She felt herself wrenched up by her arm. Something was wrong, they were never let out of the facility. What could possibly have happened to make Adrian behave so drastically. The terror shone in her eyes, but there wasn't much she could do. Monica escorted her swiftly to the door, and she managed to glance back at the group quickly before Monica set off with her down the hall. As soon as they reached the door, Shanae stumbled slightly. She'd never seen it open before. She immediately collected herself and was about to yank her arm out of Miss Flack's grip when her arm was twisted painfully behind her back. She let out a startled gasp before being thrust outside.
The light was exceedingly bright outside, and Shanae was forced to squint her eyes against the glare. She hadn't truly been outside in four years. The roof didn't count. Suddenly she was pushed forward and she found herself in a small metal cage. She swung her head around in time to see a strange man slam the barred door shut. Then Miss Flack left. No doubt to bring the others. The confined space made Shanae freak out further. She couldn't stand, and was forced to stay curled up near the back. The cold metal did nothing to add comfort. Gradually the three boys were taken in as well. She glanced up at Daniel, before trying to fit her hand between the bars to contact him. She couldn't reach through. She pulled her hand back, her hands shaking. One of her worst fears had come true. She was unable to communicate. She glanced back up at the other three, before looking back around her confinement cell.
What was going to happen? She felt her fear grow stronger as the unknowns far outweighed the known. Suddenly Adrian appeared and shoved Erin beside herself. Shanae backed away, retreating as far as she could. Adrian slammed the door shut before turning to the rest of them. He held a sack and proceeded to pull out small hunks of stale bread. Her stomach tightened at the thought, and despite her fear she found herself reaching out to desperately try and attain a piece. Adrian passed the bread through the bars of the cage to each of the boys and then Erin.
Finally he turned to Shanae, and reached into the bag and was about to give it to her when he paused.
"How exactly do you plan on eating this?" His own face, while mocking, also seemed to be a little surprised.
Shanae froze.
"It doesn't particularly bother me, I was going to kill you anyway, and that seems reasonably torturous, though I might decide to lengthen the procedure" Adrian said, the confusion gone from his face. "I didn't exactly think of that, but I suppose it doesn't really matter either way."
Shanae made a choking sound. Adrian distributed the rest of the bread to the empty cells for Nick and Shayla before leaving. Her face was white. Surely he couldn't let her starve...though truly it wasn't far beneath him. He was right however. She couldn't swallow properly, and would be unable to eat anything solid.
She glanced up at the others, her stomach contracting harshly again. She hadn't eaten since a day or two ago, when Shayla bought something after the box. Shanae assumed it didn't matter too much, seeing as it didn't appear that she would fed until it was too late.

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Destiny Phillips

Destiny stopped walking as Adrian found her and Monica. As he spoke she listened contently to the task he was giving her and Monica. She nodded silently and turned away as he started to walk off. Slowly she walked down the halls tracing her fingers across the cold plain walls humming in her head as she spotted Nick holding Shayla. She tsked them as she stopped in their path. "Put her down, she has legs she can use them." She said as he obeyed and kept an arm around her to help her stand. Destiny rolled her eyes and escorted them down the the room where the others had been held before being taken down to the van. She frowned not finding anything to make sure Shay wouldn't run off while she took Nick down,in the girls current state she doubted she'd even make the attempt, so instead of tying her down she shoved her into the corner and gave a swift kick to her ribs. "If you dare try anything I will cut your eyes out." She said before taking off the belt that was around her waist and used it to tie Nick's hands behind his back. "Just to make sure you can't tell them anything you won't tell Adrian, Monica or me." She said before she pushed him from the room causing him to stumble slightly. Once they made it to the van she shoved nick inside one of the last two empty cages and watched the man lock it before turning and walking back to the room Shayla was in. Why had the government wanted them to move so suddenly? She shook her head deciding not to think about it as she opened the door and looked at Shayla. "Your turn." She said as she yanked the blonde up from her spot and started dragging her down the hall holding her shoulder tight enough to leave a perfect handprint. "Nick cares so much for you. I wonder what it would do to him to watch you die. He'll find out soon enough. And I'll make sure he watches, even if I have to hold his head and cut his eyelids off." She said just as she reached the van and pushed her violently into the last open cage. "Have a nice trip." She said slamming the doors to the van closed and leaned against them waiting patiently.

Erin Finch

Erin jumped as much as her restraints would let her as Adrian came into the room and put his knife to her throat. "Well hello to you to. Not having a good day? Poor thing." She said with a smile as he commented on her eyes. "Really think they're impressive? Well I didn't ask you." She spat as he untied her and hit har hard enough to make her whimper. She sighed as he held her by the shoulders letting her know his gun was ready. She simply rolled her eyes and walked down the hall squirming every now and then in an attempt to lessen the uncomfortable grip he had on her, sadly it failed. She let her eyes wander around the hall until she was pushed outside causing her to close her eyes and cringe backward for a moment as her eyes adjusted to the light. Everything around her was bright with colors as if she was watching the nature channel on a super expensive tv where the colors were as perfected past perfection. She closed her eyes not wanting to see it. She couldn't look because it would be the only thing she'd see while locked in what ever facility they were going to now. So instead she kept her eyes closed welcoming the familiar emptiness she had seen so much of in the facility. Suddenly she jerked her eyes open as Adrian pushed her into a cage causing her to hit her head. She fell to her knees and grabbed the bars steadying herself and looking around at the small space spinning around her. She moaned and looked around at everyone in the cage. Shanae, Axel, Daniel and Jason. She sighed and reached out to Shanae touching her had softly. <Shanae? You okay?> She asked before looking at Axel. She knew he was upset for her getting beaten by Destiny. She didn't want to say anything out loud to him so instead she just reached her hand out to him trying to touch his arm, but was cut short by the space between their cages. She frowned and looked at him before leaning back against the bars of her cage and closing her eyes.

Nicholas Brown.

Nick sighed looking down at Shayla in his arms as she told him he did nothing wrong. A part of him wanted to believe her, but it was his fault for letting them even know he cared about her. He just nodded as she leaned her head back against his chest. <Shanae? Shayla is fine and still very much alive.> He said allowing his connection with her to open. He stopped in his tracks as Destiny stepped in front of them. "Put her down. She has legs she can use them." Slowly he set her down keeping an arm around her waist as Monica led them down to a room and ripped Shayla away from him pushing her into the corner and kicking her. He winced and looked down at the floor letting her tie his hands. As he walked he kept thinking about everything that had happened in to him and Shay. What had he agreed to? And what would happen once it was done? He would have to stall until he found out for sure what would happen. He stumbled as Destiny shoved him into the cage. He sat down and looked at the rest of the group noticing Erins eyes had changed, and that Jason looked even worse then before if that was possible. He frowned and leaned his head against the bars deciding to get some rest until Shay joined them.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Shayla Bones Character Portrait: Nicholas Brown Character Portrait: Destiny Phillips
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Shayla Bones


Shay felt Nick's uncertainty, and wanted to say something else but couldn't. She was just too exhausted, and there was suddenly someone else in the hall with them. "Put her down. She has legs she can use them." She heard Destiny bark, and lifted her head from its spot on Nick to look at the woman. The thought of holding up her weight made her want to puke, but Nick set her down gently and held her around the waist, allowing her to use him for support. Once Destiny had rolled her eyes and whirled around, she shot him a look of thanks and they followed her down the hall to wherever the woman was taking them.

An empty room apparently. Shay was confused. "Uh..." She began, but before the sarcastic comment was out, Destiny yanked her away from Nick, threw her down in a corner, and kicked her swiftly in the ribs. The kick caused her hearing to ring once more like it had during Monica's whipping and her moment of accepting help and feeling small flew right out the window. "Bitch!" She hissed at Destiny hoarsely, and Nick was yanked from the room, the ringing in her ears preventing her from hearing Destiny's parting words. Not that that was a problem anyway.

Shay groaned, holding her hand to her ribs as the elbow supporting her gave way and she slumped to the floor to wait for whatever was going on. She'd never been in this room before. Why had Destiny taken Nick? She though of Nick and groaned again. Oh God, please don't be hurting him. She rolled painfully onto her side. Great. Now, because of Monica, she couldn't lay on her back, and because of Destiny, she couldn't lay on her stomach either. Fan-freaking-tastic.

"Your turn." Destiny's voice came to her a moment later sounding diluted, as it floated towards her through water instead of air. A searing pain at her scalp told her that she was being yanked up by her hair. "Shit!" She hissed hoarsely. "What the hell is it with you freaks and hair?!" Once she was up, Destiny grabbed her shoulder so tightly, Shay was sure there'd be a bruise, and dragged her from the room down the hall at a swift pace. She could barley keep up, stumbling along as her legs struggled to hold up her weight.

Then suddenly, she was shoved out into fresh air. What the hell? She was outside. But why? Adrian never let them outside, why now? Then just as quickly as she'd tasted it, it was ripped away and she was shoved violently into a cage in the back of a van. "Nick cares so much for you. I wonder what it would do to him to watch you die. He'll find out soon enough. And I'll make sure he watches, even if I have to hold his head and cut his eyelids off." She heard Destiny sneer at her as a man she'd never seen locked her cage.

Shay used what was left of her strength to sit up and scream back at the woman as she left the van. "Fuck off bitch!" She shrieked, the result coming out as a hoarse shrill noise, but at least you could make out her words. Slumping back down to the floor of her cage, she realized that the others were in the van too, all in their own personal cages. Jason and Daniel looked just as beat up as she did, but Axel, Shanae, and Nick looked alright. Shanae! She wanted nothing more than to hug her friend right now, but she had no energy to even move. Plus there was the matter of the cages.

With a deep groan, she forced herself to sit up against the wall of the cage and look at the others, trying hard to keep herself awake. "Someon-" She choked and started over. "Someone mind telling me what the hell is going on?" She asked, in as loud a voice as she could manage. She glanced at Nick and Shanae again, silver eyes a little wary. All she wanted to do was sleep, regain all the energy Monica had whipped out of her, but she had to figure out what was going on, and she wasn't letting anyone out of her sight again. Something big was happening and she didn't know exactly what it meant for them, but she wasn't taking chances. She wished she was close to Shanae so she could hold her hand too, but she was no where near her so she slipped her hand between the bars of Nick's cage and placed it against the back of his. "Now." She hissed, looking back at the others. "Before I pass out would be nice."

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by safton
Daniel Matlock

Daniel looked around at the cage, and that of the others near him. They were locked up tight and built solidly -- no surprise there. Shanae being carted away from him had been difficult -- but he was sure that Adrian wouldn't kill her. Not yet. As hard as it was, he knew that he had to keep his mind focused on the task at hand.

The cold metal of the cage bore into his skin uncomfortably, but he didn't pay it any heed. The gears in Daniel's head were turning, trying to find any way they could escape their situation. This whole thing was rapidly coming to a head -- the time for escape, or at least an attempt to escape, had come. It would either work, or they would die to the last. There was no middle ground here, of that the SEAL was sure. Carlos would waste no time in executing every single one of them following a failed escape.

For that reason, the plan had to be perfect... but he knew from experience that no plan, tactic, or strategy was truly perfect. That was true of ones worked out by generals for days, to say nothing of one worked out by a few frightened young men and women on the fly. He wasn't sure where they were being taken, but he planned to find out. It could very well end up being the knowledge that saved them.

"Is everyone alright?" he asked aloud.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Adrian Carlos Character Portrait: Shanae Vena Character Portrait: Jason Conelly Character Portrait: Daniel Matlock
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Jason Conelly

He opened his eyes to look at Shanae when he told her that he had wings. He saw her glancing at his back. He wasn’t too sure what he could do with the wings. He remembered earlier in the day he had practiced with them, learning how to move the new muscles. But he wasn’t sure if he was able to fly with them, he guessed they would, they were large enough, strong enough. <I know how you feel…> Jason was slightly confused then he remembered the whip marks on his back, they still hurt, but the momentary distraction eased the pain, if only a little.

Suddenly Monica appeared in the room and started ordering them about again. Only this time, it was different; he knew he heard that they were going outside. But he knew that no one was supposed to leave the building, it was so heavily guarded and they were supposed to be in ”quarantine”. He watched Monica descend upon Shanae and haul her to her feet, carting her out of the room and down the hall. He was still amazed at how good his hearing was, he heard their footsteps, the sound of a van door, and some metal type scraping, and footsteps again. It was the same until it was his turn to go, and he figured out what that scrapping sound was, it was the sound of a metal door, of a cage. He was tossed roughly inside one and he just sat there, he was too tired to do much else.

He watched the others being brought in, one at a time, all being looked into the cages like animals. Then he saw Adrian march up, a small bag in hand. He went to each of their cages and tossed in some bread, by the way it looked to him, he could tell it was stale. He looked up as he heard Adrian’s footsteps stop at Shanae’s cage, and he taunted her, flaunting the lack of her tongue and the fact that she wouldn’t be able to eat normally. He hated that man, making fun of things they had no control over, things he had caused himself. Jason curled up in the back of his cage, making sure his back didn’t get too agitated and just waited, what else was there to do seeing as they were all looked in cages. He didn’t even bother to raise his head at Daniel’s question when he spoke; he doubted anything was alright in this situation.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Adrian Carlos Character Portrait: Shanae Vena Character Portrait: Monica Flack Character Portrait: Destiny Phillips Character Portrait: Erin Finch
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Shané
Adrian Carlos

Adrian watched as the last of the subjects were herded into the truck. He watched Destiny finish shoving Nick and Shayla in before walking over to Monica. He gestured for Destiny to join them.
"I'll drive with this blockhead" he jerked a thumb at the man behind him "in the truck, if you could follow in one of the black cars in the garage that would be great. " he lowered his voice, to the annoyance of the scientist "I need to make sure the infuriating white coats know there place and we remain in control…"
With that he walked to the front of the truck and made his way into the drivers seat.
"Excuse me-" The scientists voice was cut off, with an icy glare from Adrian.
"You no longer have a problem with me driving, got that?"
The man held in a retort, giving a rather pathetic glare back at Adrian before climbing into the passenger seat.
Adrian turned the key in the ignition, pressing his foot onto the accelerator, purposefully making the truck jerk forward. At once, the truck roared to life and sped past the gates of the facility, with a non-too gentle bump on the curb.


Shanae Vena

<Shanae? You okay?>
Shanae flinched slightly at Erin's touch before forcing herself to relax slightly. The whole situation had set her nerves on edge.
<Alive. But not okay, as per usual> Shanae sent softly. Okay was not something she'd been able to relate to for years.
"Someon- Someone mind telling me what the hell is going on? Now. Before I pass out would be nice."
Shayla.
<Erin, can you pass this on.>
She was about to relay a basic message, when she had a thought about how the message may be sent. Rather than sending direct words, Shanae sent a series of images and emotions. She started with sending a very brief image of Daniel on the rack, before brushing over it and continuing with Jason and Axel coming in. She skipped the memories of Adrian's "murder", preferring to tell Shayla in private. The next images and feelings were ones of escape, before Miss Flack burst in. Then she cut the images short.
<It's only a brief summary…>
"Is everyone alright?"
Shanae glanced up at Daniel through the bars of the cage.
<Please could you let him know I'm here and...fine for now>
Again a stab of annoyance at the way she was forced to rely on someone else passing the messages on. She wanted nothing more to go over and simply stay with Shayla and Daniel, but the cages barred any notion like it. She could just see half of the cage Jason was in from her vision point, that and Daniels. To her right was Erin, to whom she could assume Shayla was next to, from the sound of her voice.
Suddenly the truck gave a huge lurch forward. Throwing Shanae into the side. Her head smashed onto the metal. The truck was moving. She gave a frightened glance at Erin as she felt the cold metal floor move beneath her. There was another large jerk as the truck jumped over a curb. Whoever was driving evidently didn't care for the cargo. Shanae found herself sliding to the corner of her confinement, as the truck turned. There was a thin beam of light coming from outside, and Shanae pressed her eye to the tiny crack.
For the first time in four years, she could see outside the facility.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Adrian Carlos Character Portrait: Shanae Vena Character Portrait: Axel Pierce Character Portrait: Shayla Bones Character Portrait: Monica Flack Character Portrait: Nicholas Brown Character Portrait: Jason Conelly Character Portrait: Daniel Matlock Character Portrait: Erin Finch
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

<We could use that> Shanae said slowly to everyone <But it would have to be carefully planned, and there would need to be a way you could follow us out...It's not just Adrian that we need to be careful of. There's also Miss Flack and Destiny.> Axel felt Shanae shiver then he heard in his head, <Axel?>he looked at her and her expression looked pained <To your previous question...I didn't learn to do this, Adrian did it. I can speak to Nick directly at anytime, and everyone else through touch...I can also give energy and see.> She paused for a second and continued with <...opportunities/choices that can be made, though at random.> Axel tried to understand what was going on while listening. She didn't think aloud with them for a minute. Then she continues sending thoughts to them <For the second question. I can't talk…> her thoughts became more quiet <Adrian, removed my tongue>. When Axel heard that he about jumped, at this point he thought of nothing better then smashing the man's head in. She looked around and then said <I can contact Nick…> She started trying and thought <Nick? I'm upstairs with Axel, Jason and Daniel> She seemed to happy to say that. She went on with <We're trying to plan...what has happened with you?> Then she quickly thought <Where's Shayla? I need to know she okay>

Axel heard Nick's voice say <Shanae? Shayla is fine and still very much alive.> Then all of a sudden he heard Jason's voice in his head <I can help. I think. I have wings.> Axel was awestruck at the fact Jason had wings and could fly. Then Shanae had said < I know how you feel… > All of a sudden the door slammed open and everyone moved there hands away. Monica walked in and said, "You're being moved. You're to come with me and give me no trouble." She raised her eyebrows at everyone. "And to make sure you don't try somethign stupid at your first breath of fresh air, you're going with me one by one." She jerked her thumb towards Shanae. "Starting with you. Come on Vena, up." Monica yanked Shanae to her feet and dragged her from the room by her arm. Everyone was slowly brought into a weird van it was so bright outside. Axel enjoyed his moment of freedom, then he got into the van then shoved into a cage. Axel felt his stomach ache for food and couldn't wait to get something to eat.

Suddenly Axel saw Adrian appear and shove Erin beside Shanae. Shanae backed away, moving as far away as she could. Adrian slammed the door shut before turning to the rest of them. He held a sack and proceeded to pull out small hunks of stale bread. He started handing everyone pieces, he finally reached Axel and Axel about ripped his arm off for the bread. He started eating the piece slowly to try and help with the hunger pain he was feeling. Adrian stopped at Shanae and said, "How exactly do you plan on eating this?" His own face, while mocking, also seemed to be a little surprised. "It doesn't particularly bother me, I was going to kill you anyway, and that seems reasonably torturous, though I might decide to lengthen the procedure" Adrian said, the confusion gone from his face. "I didn't exactly think of that, but I suppose it doesn't really matter either way." Axel looked at his bread and looked at Shanae he said, "Well if you dont mind someone like Daniel could chew it up for you until its like a liquid then slowly transfer it to your mouth. But that will have to wait till we are stopped."

Axel slowly ate pieces of his bread while listening to everyone he heard Shayla ask, "Someon- Someone mind telling me what the hell is going on? Now. Before I pass out would be nice." He saw Shanae touching Erin's hand and knew she was telling her what to say to her. Then out of no where the van started to move swiftly causing everyone to shift about. Axel held his arms against the bars and didn't move a bit. He looked at everyone and then there was a giant bumped as if they hit a curb. Even Axel moved upward with that bump he thought to himself, 'I wonder where this jerk got his license from.' He kept eating his bread and then got down to about fifteen percent of it. He decided to keep the rest to hand the Daniel after they got out of the van, so he could feed it to Shanae.

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Erin Finch

Erin listened to Shanae and nodded when she asked her to relay a message to the others. Slowly she closed her eyes and let the images and emotions play through her mind as Shanae sent them, and slowly detail by detail she began going over everything that had happened since they were all split up, mentioning her and Daniels doctor visits, destiny's harsh stabbing and whipping, and plans for escape. As she finished she took a breath and leaned against the bars of her cage wincing at the coolness of the bars against the open gashes on her back. "This is all just to much." She said looking around at them all.

(sorry its short and only from erin, this is all i have time to do for now.)

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Character Portrait: says,
 “ ”

Characters Present

No characters tagged in this post!

Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Character Portrait: says,
 “ ”

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Shayla Bones
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Shayla Bones