Post IAAN United States

Base Camp


Sage


The rising sun slowly peeked through the window and hit Sage right in the face waking her up instantly from her dream. She stretched slightly and rolled out of bed, shuffling to her closet, which wasn't that big, she reminded herself to tell Katrina to go on another clothes run for everyone. She threw on a plain blue shirt, jeans, and some beat up sneakers, putting her hair in a loose, high ponytail. She walked out of her small shabby cabin, wrapping her arms around herself as the morning chill was still in the air. She looked around and noticed a couple of kids were also up walking around, some tending to the gardens while others simply talked. She smiled softly as she stared at the kids, everyone at camp ranged anywhere from 7 to 17, and they had all become her family. She was thankful that her and a couple other run aways had successfully created a Utopia for the children, which happened to be an empty campground with many empty cabins, allowing them to live in peace instead of being tainted by the government. At the shout of her name she turned to the edge of the clearing near the woods, it was Katrina, a 15 year old Blue that was in charge of the perimeter patrols. She smiled at Sage and stuck out a thumbs up before returning back into the woods. Good, we've been clear for, what? Four weeks now... She thought to herself before heading to their own 'Mess Hall'.

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Theo

Theo was already awake and roaming the edge of the camp like he always did in the morning. He had found himself his own private trail, and it became a ritual to him to walk every morning. Some how it is the only, normal thing in his life, and it often reminded him of his parents, which always brought back painful memories that made him want to, more than anything to just run back home, but he knew that would never be an option again. He'd never see his family again, his dog, his friends, heck even his History teacher Mr. Swanson. He sighed and his mind slightly started to drift as he walked, his mother had always taken him on walks around the neighborhood in the morning together, and now, it's just him. As the thoughts of his mother drifted away, the ones of his current situation started to drift in. He was surprised how long it took for the United States to go to hell in a handbag, suggesting that throwing children into concentration camps was the first option on their list.... Great, nice to know the country I sang to every morning at school, now wants my head on a spike He let out a small chuckle, while kicking a small rock out of the path.

Laoire had been up for quite some time and had ventured just outside of the campground that they called their home. She had gone to gather some plants, intending to make a couple things out of them. She had found what she was looking for, though it took her a little longer than she had intended as every small sound she heard made her whip around and search for the source of the noise. She tried to keep her paranoia to a minimum when around the others, but she could tell it was slowly getting worse. She didn't know what to do to help it either, it was now just a part of her.

She plucked one more yellow-orange flower from the small group she had found and examined it closely. Back in Scotland her Gran had taught her a lot about plants and the many uses for them just like her gran before he did and the one before that. It was an old family tradition to pass down the knowledge of how to use different plants to treat things and Laoire couldn't be more appreciative of it now with the situation she was in.

She was staring at the plants as she made her way back to the camp and almost didn't notice Theo, practically running right into him as she let out a frightened squeak. "Bloody hell Theo ya scared me, I almost wallaped ya on the head." She said with a small laugh, her Scottish accent thick, as she bent down to retrieve the basket she had dropped and all the contents that were in it. She glanced up at him briefly before deciding to explain why she had all the small purple and yellow-orange flowers. "Some of the wee wean's have just been attacked by the bugs so I decided to gather some lavender and calendula to make up and ointment to help them." She finally stood back up and gave him a smile. "Sorry I ran into ya like that I guess I was just lost in my own thoughts I wasn't paying much attention to where I was heading." She apologized still giving him a friendly smile.

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There wasn’t that much noise going on this morning as 16 year old teen was laying in a make shift hammock he made up in the tall trees. This was what he called his bed/home, since he could look up and see the clouds during the day and the stars at night while he lays there. The sighed as he looks at clods pass by. Its been while since he’s been at this camp with other run away kids with special gifts. He found it calming there was others like him but also he felt out of place here with them. Major of the kids treat him fair and like others, but there are the others that look at the poor kid like he was the enemy. And he didn’t really blame there either. Out of all the kids he was one of the kids that stayed at the rehabilitation camp the longest before he could escape and cause of that most kids keep a eye on him.

The boy sighed as he then held his two index fingers together as started to focus to get a spark between his fingers but couldn’t. He sighed as he was about to put his hands down when just then a big spark flared between his fingers startling the boy. This made him rock in the hammock so much that he ended up falling out of the hammock and fell out of the tree. The landed flat on his back as he tried to yell out in pain. But due to the impacted the air in his lungs was pulled out of him and the sound that left his lips where that of him trying to catch his breath.

The boy was finally able to catch his breath as he rolled over to his stomach as he tried to stand up. He really hope no one saw this or they will probably laugh at him from falling out of a tree due to uncontrolled of his power. Then more nick names will be told around the camp. Since he doesn’t have a name, the kids each give him a nick name and most of the nick names would evolve around his power. Like zap, static, shock, ect. Then there are other nick names that are either tease or make fun of him. But he tries to ignore those and just act like he never heard them.