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Griffin Chapel

"I'm just trying to help, okay?"

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a character in “The Ravens Nest”, as played by GunsInPockets

Description

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General Information
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Name

"Griffin Chapel, if you will."

Nicknames

"My childhood nickname was Griff, but please, call me Griffin."

Gender

"I, as well as the general population, see myself as a male."

Age

"I am of twenty-two years of age."

Romantic Interest

"I don't really have time for romance, but if it happens to find me then so be it."

Sexuality

"I am into mature woman, not immature girls."

Role

"I am a Parapsycologist, pays quite well, actually."

Face Claim

Matt Lanter
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Appearence
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Hair

Griffin's hair can be described as a basic brown, a little on the messy side and short.

Eye color

He is known for his clear and bright blue eyes.

Height & Weight

Griffin has been determined to be 6'2" and close to 188 lbs

Ethnicity

Griffin is of German descent

Detailed

Detailed Description here. (If you want to add it.)



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Inner Self
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ImagePersonality
Griffin has a rather happy attitude towards most thing, having a large sense of humorm he likes to crack jokes at even the worst of situations. While he generally friendly, he does not take lightly to someone disobeying him, and will see to it despite how small. Charismatic, he can be seen with a friendly smile on his face. Overall, Griffin is fairly easy to get along with, unless angered. He can be irrational at times, but he generally keeps a straight head under large amounts of pressure and will seek to fix everything. While his job is to make sure the kids feel at home in a prison like mansion, he holds large amounts of compassion towards those who live with him, and will try to make them feel as home and as welcomed as possible.

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Likes

+ Playing the guitar
+ Cats
+ Books
+ Thunderstorms
+ Alcohol
+ Psuedoscience
+ Deep conversations
Dislikes

- Short responses
- Being disrespected
- Blue berries [severe allergy]
- Awkwardness
- Forgetfulness
- Horses
- Arrogance
- Irrational choices



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A Little More Facts
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ImageHistory

Griffin lived in a small village for the majority of his life. It was one of those towns down south known for being haunted and having had witch trials, so the supernatural phenominoms had always interested him. He had attenended a public highschool and due to his vast amount of knowledge, graduated two years earlier than all of his other classmates. Being only 17 and a college freshman, he was able to graduate college his twenty- first year. While he was in his college, a group known for working with Pseudoscience found interest in him for his studies, and asked him if he wanted a job, which is where he is working now.

Other

~ He has a severe allergy to blue berries, so he tends to stay away
~ He has a major fear of clowns but likes to keep it a secret
~ He has a major drinking problem that no one knows of


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ImageLife @ 11
When the curtain falls it rolls, unwraps, reminds me
The person that I am.
I'm still afraid, ashamed, of what's behind me,
But you gave me the strength to stand.

Sh-sh-sh-shake it off go get the things you want.
I'll bottle the shame (bottle the shame).
Just sh-sh-shake it off, and no one will ever know (won't know).

I'm a slave to all these voices in my head,
And I'm afraid, I'm afraid of what they've said.
I'm a slave.

Sometimes when no one's left to listen I'll sit and argue with myself.
Say all the things I wish to tell you, without hurting someone else.
Sh-sh-sh-shake it off go get the things you want.
I'll bottle the shame (bottle the shame).
Just sh-sh-shake it off, and no one will ever know (won't know).

I'm a slave to all these voices in my head,
And I'm afraid, I'm afraid of what they've said.
I'm a slave to all these voices in my head,
And I'm afraid they'll walk with me until my end.

Hey you, when'd ya get so cold? (When'd ya get so cold?)
Hey you, just do what you're told, do what you're told.
Hey you, you're gonna be a star.
As long as you'll let us we'll make you the person that you aren't.

I'm a slave to all these voices in my head,
And I'm afraid, I'm afraid of what they've said.
I'm a slave (I'm a slave) to all these voices in my head,
And I'm afraid (I'm afraid) they'll walk with me until my end.

Sh-sh-sh-shake it off go get the things you want.
I'll bottle the shame (bottle the shame)

So begins...

Griffin Chapel's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Roman Augustine Character Portrait: Kayden Sirrel Character Portrait: Veronica River Character Portrait: Griffin Chapel Character Portrait: Jae Jun Chambers
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The psychological inflow of going into another’s dream was always the most terrifying for Roman. She could face any nightmare or situation she could be planted right smack in. Except for this. The blackness. She liked to describe it as what she imagines the void, or limbo as others call it, feels. The place you go after death where you just simply do not exist, except in this situation it’s the place you go while entering the mind link and it only happens when she fades into someone’s dream. She cannot touch or feel, taste, hear, see, or smell. All senses gone. It’s not very delightful to be left with your thoughts and nothing else. But the light of the dream always seems to bring her back to her center of being.

This dream had no light. It was still and black, yet she felt her senses come back to her. Was there anyone here? She could hear a sound. It was too intermittent, fitful even, to be her own soft breathing, yet she couldn’t make out what exactly the noise was. Even farther beyond her grasp was how far away it was. Tentatively, Roman started to walk forward, but as she proceeded the noise became softer. Turning, she walked in the opposite direction, and the soft noise grew steadily louder. After a moment, she could make out the familiar sounds of someone crying. She hadn’t heard anyone cry in so long. The closer she got to the soft sound, the better she could make out the figure that seemed to be lighting up the darkness. As soon as she reached close enough to be within a few feet of the boy, the darkness seemed to fade away into nothingness, and the scene around her changed into the familiar walls of the RIST, or Raven's Nest as she and many of the others called it. Tilting her head, she bent down to reach the little boy's level, and said in a soft tone “Hey, what’s your name?” The little boy glanced up, revealing his saddened face. He hadn’t been crying hard enough to show it. His eyes weren't the telltale red, and there were no streams running down the soft curve of his cheeks. Sitting down fully, cross-legged on the floor, Roman gave a smile that felt unusual. She hadn’t given a kind smile since she was a child herself. “My name’s Roman. What’s wrong?” She said curiously. “Nothing! I wasn’t crying or anything!" Roman chuckled, and gave him a small tap on the shoulder with her fist in a friendly manner. “Of course not, big strong kid like you could take on anything I bet. But even if you were crying, that’d be okay. When I was your age I was a big cry baby. I would sing this silly song I heard from a musical, called My Favourite Things when I was upset.” She smiled still, and continued on to sing in a small voice “Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens, bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens, brown paper packages tied up with strings, these are a few of my favorite thin-“ She stopped herself with an awkward laugh, “I don’t really do that anymore however.” She didn’t even like The Sound of Music, the musical the song was from, but her mom did, and as a seven year old that was the only thing she could really cope with. The kid gave her a look of confusion, but laughed a bit afterwards. Standing up, he wiped his eyes swiftly, smiled, and said, “Roman, come play hide and seek with me!” Roman seemed to be a little surprised, but stood back up none the less. Before she could even reply, he hollered with a deviously gleeful smirk on his face, “Close your eyes and count to ten!” The words had barely left his lips before he scampered off in the other direction, fading away into the distance. Roman was left alone again, baffled. She had never been in a young child's dream before, and it made her wonder if somewhere in the walls of the RIST those god-damned officials where harbouring a young child, which was a cruelty she would not stand for. Glancing around, she could hear the echo of the young boy's laughter coming from the left wing hallway to a place she was completely unfamiliar with. Following the sound of laughter and footsteps, Roman walked, albeit with no small amount of trepidation, down the unfamiliar and cold halls. As the corridors spiraled down into the depths of the RIST, Roman began to worry. She looked high and low for the kid, but his echoing footsteps and giggling laughter were always just ahead of her. Every time she turned a corner he was already at the next one. Roman began to worry. The feeling came again. The feeling of the lost senses that each dream began and ended with. “Hey where are you!” She called out in a hurry to catch him before the dream ended. No Reply. Even his footsteps had faded from the world, as if the boy had simply vanished. She called out once more, and then as if he had been there the whole time, the boy appeared in front of her, standing at the threshold of an extensively locked door she had never ever seen, or knew existed. Glancing down at the kid, he gave a wide toothy grin and said “Thanks for following me! No one ever comes down here anymore. My name's Kayden! I hope soon we can play again soon!” Before Roman had the chance to utter a single word of response, the dream ended.

In a sudden burst of vigour and attentiveness, Roman awoke in her bed, confined still by the physical walls of the institute. The day that passed after that dimly dreary morning was something she remembered every detail of. She hadn’t felt that fervent and enquiring since reading adventurous tales in her childhood. After feverishly nit picking through whoever’s mind she could, she came to the conclusion that it wasn’t hard to find memories, often of the bad sort, about Kayden. He wasn’t a little boy any more. Wanting to uncover more and more, she wanted until the dark night set, when The Parapsychologist left his room that acted half as an office. It would take about 5 minutes for him to inform one of the acting guards to stand at the door so keep the pests of subjects out. So that’s how long Roman had to open up his file cabinet to see if there was anything on file.Slipping through the door she scurried behind his desk, and punched in the six digit code that Roman, earlier that day, scanned through his thoughts and memories to find. As it gave a soft beep signifying that it unlocked, she yanked open the drawer that barely budged any more, and looked through the names. Flipping through names of familiar people to her, and of past subjects that have died, she came across the file labelled “Sirrell, Kayden.” Slipping the rather large file from in between the practically paper thin ones beside, she opened it and scanned through it as quickly as she could, taking it in. Photographic memories helped when doing such a thing. What she discovered gave her an unsettling quite rage throughout the entirety of her body. He had been there since he was three years old. “Bloody bastards.” She muttered quietly through her gritted teeth, the utter distraught disgust she felt in that moment was pure. Shoving the file back in place in hast, she closed the drawer, but it made a loud squeal that sent chills up her spine, and forewarning nudged into her thoughts. Not a second later, a guard stepped in, and without even questioning her reasoning’s for being in such a ‘forbidden place’, he jabbed her with the silly syringe that weakened their powers to barley any use. The shitty thing is, that when one was administered to Roman, she would also fall asleep; an odd reaction.

Many hours passed in quite slumber for Roman before she entered another person’s dream that night. It was that same black, just like before. It was the one that faded into the RIST when she approached where she was supposed to be. This time, she faced that same door that she had found out about, the door that the young boy had stood in front of the night before. Yet there was no young boy this time, instead there was an older male who now towered over the 5’4 girl. She could tell it was the same person however, despite not having the baby face any more. “You’re Kayden.” She simply stated, her British tone reverting back to the usual seriousness it displayed. It was quite the contrast from how she talked to the young boy the night before. “Roman.” He stated simply. She replied back with nothing, just glancing at him. He had quite a transformation from that young boy to now, but that came as no shock. After a minute of silence, she said, rather matter-of-factly, yet still in the common serious tone, “They think you're a monster you know.” He smirked, revealing elongated canines, sharp and white. Just as frankly, he replied, "And what do you think?" To which she replied back with, "You're not a monster.” She took a small pause. “I think they're the monsters, and that the universe is going to fuck with them harder than they have you in the long run." Kayden appeared puzzled for a moment, then threw his head back and laughed. It was a harsh, cold laughter. "The old, 'what comes around goes around,' eh? Not bad Roman. However, I think we're both a little smarter than that. We were born as gods among mortals, super humans, capable of pulling the world along on a little red string. However, in their jealousy and greed, the humans sought ways to bring us down to their level, and they found them. I burned their facilities into ashes, I vaporized entire buildings, killed countless people, and still, I'm trapped here in this hellish prison. As long as they pull the strings, you and I will never see the light of day again. In this world of ours, only power talks, and they hold all the cards." Kayden finished somewhat morosely, his eyes burning holes into the ground. Romans said nothing for a couple of beats, agreeing slightly in the silence of the moment that screamed louder than the words she could have spoken back. She broke it after feeling the mental tug. “The dream's ending,” stated Roman, glancing around the scene which seemed to slowly be draining out of color. “Hey... Could you bring me a book next time?" Kayden asked. Roman glanced back up at him, and after a couple of seconds, a small twitch of a smile crossed her and she said “Gladly,” before the dream disappeared.




A sharp intake of breath and a pounding in her head shot Roman up out of sleep. Groaning, she put her head down resting on her knees that she pulled up to her chest. “I dreamed of past dreams. That’s a new one.” She grumbled painfully through her migraine bent head. Reaching over to the single night stand beside her double twin bed, she yanked open the drawer and pulled out an opaque red bottle, a label on it reading ‘Tylenol extra strength.’ This was a daily routine. Pushing down and twisting the irritably child proof cap, she dumped out 4 of the pills in her hand, before sealing the bottle back up and putting it back in its place. Popping the pills in her mouth, she took a quick swig of the water resting on the table, and swallowed them down. Tylenol really stopped working for her after awhile which is why she took the way increased dose. She was probably going to over dose on them someday by pure accident. “Oh well,” she thought.

Despite her fuzzy thoughts still soaked in the drench of dreams, she had a hard time figuring out what made her dream what she had. It was the dreams in which she met Kayden, the boy locked up somewhere in the walls of RIST. She had been communicating with him for quite awhile, having read him multiple books and such. But only through dreams, never face to face. As far as the officials go, they still are under the impression she doesn’t know about that eighteen year old boy at all.

Shrugging it off, as she did most odd night occurrences, she slipped out of her bed and changed into clothes in which the ravens nest ever so kindly supplies to them. Despite the fact that they don’t treat them as humans necessarily, they do still get their basic human needs fulfilled. It was morning, time to start a new day that will always end the same.

Under the regular roof of this house, holds pain, torture, and death. Roman, so far, has been forced in getting blood tests, physical and metal tests which often are brutal, and trials to test her power. But everyone got those. Some of Romans favourite personal tests she’s had thus far are being forced into simulated nightmares where she has to go through mentally scaring situations around the basis of her fears, and try to overcome them. One they often liked to run her through was using the memory of her father cutting her with a beer bottle and breaking her arm, the only way to end it being to kill him. Every time they made the dream seem more real, and every time it was harder to get through it. But that is not the only thing they have put her through thus far. A favourite they do very often is electroshock therapy, voltage way above legal limit, to see if her brain waves alter drastically, if it heightens her powers, if it lowers her powers, or to see if her brain can fight off such physical pain or build immunity to it. They also bring in people, often new lab assistants or people from homeless shelters, and force her to spread the aching pain through their mind via the link. Roman, despite being a hard ass at times, does not want to put people who have done nothing through such a thing. The farthest they’ve made her go was giving someone around a 3 minute long seizure, but they keep testing her to see if she would be able to force someone into a vegetative state, and if so, force them into death; completely shutting off every part of the mind.

Tests were administered daily, but at all different points at the day. There was no fore warning; they would all just get simply called upon.

She really hated this place.

Yet, in all the darkness that surrounded this empty hearse of a home, she found ways to pass time. Walking out of her room, and giving a glance at the guard placed beside her door, she made her way down on of deaths hallway to the music room, as it was designated. The guard followed her only to take a rightful place to the right of the door. In a dark brooding voice, he said. “Keep the door open a crack so I can see you at all times.” Roman stared him down with hazel eyes, giving a dark look of abhorrence before slipping through the door, leaving it a crack open. Ever since the incident of her being in the chipper Paraphycologists room, she had been ordered to have an eye on her at all times.

Sitting with grace on the bench in front of the black piano placed center in the room, she rested her fingers on the correct key, and started playing a song the was ever so familiar to her. Her favourite song in fact. Some of her softly curled brown hair fell in front of her face, but she was to enveloped in playing the piano to care or to notice.

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Kayden had been alone. Sure, there was that irritatingly chipper Parapsychologist, the countless worker bees, and any number of guardsmen, but none of them were shackled to the floor. None of them were made to wear a muzzle or sleep in a room full of toxic air. None of them, not a single one, was capable of understanding him. Not like she did. If he had to hazard a guess, Kayden would say they were friends. At least he hoped so. "What a strange word." Kayden said out loud, somewhat shocked by the volume of his own voice within the tiny, 8x8 foot, freezer that was his life. There had never been hope before, not for Kayden. Sure, when he was younger, there was some disillusionment about being adopted or escaping, but that had left him soon enough. People were liars and cowards anyway. Kayden didn't need them. He didn't need them. He was a demon, a devil... a dragon. He was better than them. He had to be. "If not..." Kayden whispered to himself. Just what was he? "A murderer, a freak of nature, a science experiment..." Kayden whispered. But she didn't care about that. She brought him books, she kept him company. She understood him. From there, or so it seemed, hope had returned. "Bah," Kayden sighed, and turned over in his bed to rest on his side. Facing away from the door, Kayden felt his eyes close, and his breathing slow. He was falling asleep. There was no escape from this place. Not anytime soon, anyway.

Kayden dreamed that night.




He was just a boy, barely even six years old. What could he do? How could he escape such reckless hate? There was a big, scary man, wearing glasses and a white lab coat that smelled of disinfectant. The man tried to stab Kayden. He held up a long, sharp needle. Kayden didn't like needles. He threw the nurses off of him and screamed. he burned down the door. he knew he could do it. The scary man came back after they'd strapped Kayden down. He told Kayden that he was too dangerous. Kayden had to stay here until he could control his powers. If Kayden was a bad boy, he'd get dissected. When the others had all gone, and Kayden was in his room, Kayden has asked to borrow a dictionary. He didn't know what that word meant, but he assumed it was a punishment for being naughty. In a fit of horror and rage, Kayden had burned that book. He screamed and cried and howled in agony. Kayden punched a nurse who came in to calm him down. They dragged her out of his room. Kayden didn't see her get up.

There was nothing, there was no one, and no one would come for him.

Humans are all garbage.

His parents had lied to him, the people in the Raven's Nest had lied to him.

Humans are all garbage.

Kayden would suffer alone forever. No one would ever want him. He would die here, in this horrible place.

Humans are all garbage.

They should die.

All of them.

Kayden could do it.

In despair and rage, Kayden fell to his knees and wept bitterly. There were no loud sobs anymore, no wails of anguish. Kayden simply wept. What could he do against such reckless hate. How could he ever be happy again? Suddenly, there were footsteps; a slow, careful gait approached him. Kayden's head snapped to attention, eyes trained on a far away figure that came from the darkness. With those footsteps came the smell of shampoo; flowery and sweet. There was something else, some other scent that Kayden couldn't quite place, but it was familiar, and warm, and it made his heart beat painfully fast. Kayden sniffed and turned his head back to the ground. Just one more person to leave him alone again. "Just wait, she'll leave too." Kayden whispered to himself. "You'll see." Kayden closed his eyes, he hadn't seen his mother in years, and yet, here she was now, coming to torture him in his sleep. How mean.

As soon as she reached close enough to be within a few feet of the young boy, her footsteps stopped. She paused a moment, then her clothes rustled, and the smell of flowers drew closer. Shattering the silence, she spoke. “Hey, what’s your name?” Puzzled, Kayden glanced up. He was in the RIST alright, the same as usual, but something was different. This person... it wasn't her. It wasn't his mother. She was different, and Kayden had never seen her before. Her hair color was the same, but her face, with it's gentle curvature and soft warmth, was different from Kayden's mother. Her eyes weren't the same either. Kayden's mother had blue eyes, just like him, but this girl's eyes weren't blue. Instead, they were green and brown all at once. To this young boy, who had only ever seen the surgically masked faces of his attendants, and the harsh glare of light reflecting off of Plexiglas safety goggles, this girl, no, this young woman, was the most beautiful creature Kayden had ever seen.

Sitting down fully, cross-legged on the floor, the woman smiled at Kayden, who tried furiously not to blush. Her smile was gentle, and kind, it reached all the way up to her eyes, and filled Kayden's chest with a painful warmth. His heartbeat seemed to triple its pace. “My name’s Roman. What’s wrong?” She said curiously. Suddenly defensive, Kayden all but shouted his response. “Nothing! I wasn’t crying or anything!" The girl... Roman, Roman was her name, chuckled, and gave him a small tap on the shoulder with her fist in a friendly manner. Kayden felt his face heat up, and his eyes burned holes in the floor. “Of course not, big strong kid like you could take on anything I bet. But even if you were crying, that’d be okay. When I was your age I was a big cry baby. I would sing this silly song I heard from a musical, called My Favourite Things when I was upset.” She smiled, still, and, surprisingly, sang in a small voice, “Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens, bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens, brown paper packages tied up with strings, these are a few of my favorite thin-“ She stopped herself with an awkward laugh, “I don’t really do that anymore however.” She seemed puzzled over something, which only served to make Kayden more confused. He tilted his head to the side, and scratched his temple. He didn't get the song, about kettles and kittens, but the lesson was clear. It was so simple, Kayden couldn't help but laugh. It was a child's laughter, warm and sweet. He hadn't laughed like that in years. If Kayden was sad, all he had to do was do something he enjoyed, right? Standing up, he wiped his eyes swiftly, smiled, and said, “Roman, come play hide and seek with me!” Roman seemed to be a little surprised, but stood up none the less. Before she could even reply, Kayden hollered with a deviously gleeful smirk on his face, “Close your eyes and count to ten!” The words had barely left his lips before he scampered off in the other direction, fading away into the distance. Kayden poured himself through the hallways, his feet pitter-pattering barefooted against the cool tile of the RIST floors. “Hey where are you!” She yelled after him, but Kayden barely heard her. He hadn't run like this in ages. The thought that someone was actually playing with him, taking the time to do something fun with him, was too much for him to bear. If he let her catch him, he might die from embarrassment. He cheeks were burning, but his smile never faded. Playing like this was so fun. Before he knew it, Kayden found himself at the door to his room. Unconsciously, or so it seemed, he had made his way down to where he lived. Kayden stared up at the door. He had forgotten that this was only a dream. he would have to wake up soon, and Roman wouldn't be there anymore. Oh well, she was just a figment of his imagination anyway. It was fun while it lasted. Kayden turned around, and looked up at Roman, who's footsteps had finally caught up to him. He gave a wide toothy grin and spoke. “Thanks for following me! No one ever comes down here anymore. My name's Kayden! I hope soon we can play again soon!” Before Roman had the chance to utter a single word of response, the dream ended.




Kayden woke with a start. He had dreamed. He had actually dreamed. It wasn't such a strange thing at all, the existence of dreams, especially when compared to the existence of a boy as strange as Kayden. What was strange though, was that Kayden never dreamed. Usually, he was sort of glad for that though. After all, Kayden had been living here since he was a young boy. Any dreams he might have about this hellish place certainly wouldn't be any good. However, this dream had been different. It had been... almost pleasant. It was a good place to start. After all his hardships, Kayden had, at the very least, one good thing happen to him today.

He met her.

It sucked she was just a figment of his imagination though. Kayden hadn't seen another person like her in so long. Someone else who was like him. It was bittersweet. Kayden had mad a friend, but she was all in his head. "I suppose this means I'm going crazy, eh?" Kayden asked himself. He chuckled to himself as he sat up, rubbing his arms to fight off the cold of his Arctic prison. As he did so, the massive door to his chambers opened. Through it strode that familiar, smug-looking, all-too-happy-for-his-own-good Parapsychologist. "Another day on the job, eh?" Kayden asked rhetorically. He stood, placed his hands in the air, and turned his back to the good Doctor, waiting for the hypodermic dart to put him to sleep. "So," Kayden started, false cheerfulness oozing through his teeth like bile, "What's on the docket for us Subjects today? Shock therapy? Physical training? Ooh, don't tell me, are you gonna try and squish me between some pylons again? That one's my favorite." Kayden turned his head back towards the Doctor. "All in the name of science of course." He said with a wicked smirk on his face. If the doctor said anything, Kayden didn't remember. All he remembered happening next was the soft hiss of the air-powered rifle releasing its hypodermic payload into Kayden's system. As it struck him, Kayden felt the familiar buzz of the electro-sock casing shut down his nervous system. He collapsed instantly.




It was that same black, just like before. It was the one that faded into the RIST. Kayden must have been here for hours this time. He waited, patiently he waited. Kayden waited for her to come back. This time, kayden was himself. There was no young boy this time, instead there was an older male, eighteen to be precise, who now towered over the 5’4 girl. It was definitely her alright. From the way she smelled, to the way she carried herself. It was her. She was back. “You’re Kayden.” She simply stated, her British tone reverting back to the usual seriousness it displayed. It was quite the contrast from how she had talked to the young boy the night before. “Roman.” Kayden stated simply. She replied back with nothing, just glancing at him. He had quite a transformation from that young boy to now, but that came as no shock. After a minute of silence, she said, rather matter-of-factly, yet still in the common serious tone, “They think you're a monster you know.” He smirked, revealing elongated canines, sharp and white. Just as frankly, he replied, "And what do you think?" To which she retorted, "You're not a monster.” She took a small pause. “I think they're the monsters, and that the universe is going to fuck with them harder than they have you in the long run." Kayden appeared puzzled for a moment. Did she really believe that? After a moment, it was all too funny for Kayden, and he threw his head back and laughed. It was a harsh, cold laughter, not the same as when he was a child. "The old, 'what comes around goes around,' eh? Not bad Roman. However, I think we're both a little smarter than that. We were born as gods among mortals, super humans, capable of pulling the world along on a little red string. However, in their jealousy and greed, the humans sought ways to bring us down to their level, and they found them. I burned their facilities into ashes, I vaporized entire buildings, killed countless people, and still, I'm trapped here in this hellish prison. As long as they pull the strings, you and I will never see the light of day again. In this world of ours, only power talks, and they hold all the cards." Kayden finished somewhat morosely, his eyes burning holes into the ground. Roman said nothing for a couple of beats. The silence of the agonizing moment that stretched between them screamed louder than any words could have. Softly, her voice broke the silence. “The dream's ending,” Roman stated, glancing around the scene which seemed to slowly be draining out of color. Worried, for no real reason, Kayden began to sweat. Would he ever see her again? he had to. He needed to. Before he knew it, Kayden spoke. Words unbidden came from his mouth in a modicum of friendliness, “Hey... Could you bring me a book next time?" Kayden asked, he even managed a smile for her. Roman glanced back up at him, and after a couple of seconds, a small twitch of a smile crossed her face. “Gladly,” she said, before the dream disappeared.




Kayden awoke, once again, with a cold sweat. "What the hell kind of dream was that?" He asked himself. "A dream of a dream, huh?" Kayden whispered. Sure enough, now that he thought about it, this dream was a sequence of memories. Each of his days spent all alone, coupled with his nights with Roman. It was how he'd met her in the first place. Of course, to the officials in the RIST, no such interactions ever took place. However, in Kayden's personal slice of hell, those memories were his most precious possession. Like an oasis in the desert, or a bed for the weary, Kayden's memories with Roman were, probably, the only thing that kept him sane.

A loud hissing once more broke the silence of Kayden's imprisoned reverie. His door had opened. Once more, it was that same lab coat wearing, eternally cheerful, positively irritating Parapsychologist who strode through Kayden's door. Kayden sighed and rolled his eyes, irritated beyond belief. He kneaded his eyelids, rubbing the sleep from them. He was having a good time with those memories. It so figures that Doc would be the one to ruin what little happiness he had. Kayden sniffed, it was damn cold in his cell. However, something was different. Kayden's head snapped to attention, his eyes trained on the Doctor.

There was no one else with him.

The Doc was all alone. He was still armed... probably... but that meant nothing. not to Kayden. Kayden just needed six... no... three seconds, and just the right positioning... Kayden could end it all in an instant. Satisfied, Kayden jumped out of bed, his fingers twitching threateningly. Slowly, slyly, Kayden began to circle the Doctor, trying to get between him and the door. Smirking, Kayden spoke. "No guards this time, eh? Damn ballsy of ya' Doc. After all, with you dead, there'd be no one to run this show, and me and the rest of us kiddos could stroll out of here like a free men and women. After I burn this place to the ground, of course... So... Gimme one, just one's all I'm askin' for, gimme one good reason why I shouldn't rip you to fucking shreds right here, right now."

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The wailing sound of his alarm clock at four am, Griffin knew it was time for him to start his morning routine. The kids generally got to sleep in later than the Parapyscologist, but he didn't really mind. A few hours of peace and quiet usually did the young man some good. With an exsaperated groan, he pulling himself up into a sitting position. He rubbed at his eyes, trying to wake himself up enough to give him the motivation to get up. Pulling his legs over to the edge of the bed, the young man pressed his feet onto the cold, wooden flooring of his room. Griffin pushed himself up to stand, his lips in a prominant scowl. For such a happy person, he wasn't much of a morning person. Because of his job, he was supposed to stay at the facility as much as possible, meaning he got a room at the Raven Institute.

He hadn't been at the Institute long, at most, two years. Working non-stop made time stop it's continuous pace, and would either stretch on slowly or zip by him. As he gathered his belongings to take his early morning shower, his mind seemed to wander about the place. For being a just then college graduate, the offer for the job was a once in a lifetime chance and something he couldn't refuse. They used all the cliche lines for when they offered him the job. "You'll be saving people with your studies, Griffin. You'll be the worlds most well-known parapyscologist. Imagine the fame." Of course, at the time, saving people, with fame and fourtune, sounded like the best bet he could get. But he still didn't understand why the had taken the time to ask him when someone far more advanced in the field could do it. Griffin pulled himself from his thoughts long enough to get into the shower and be awakened by scolding water and sofacating steam.


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After the doctor had cooled off and downed his fifth probable cup of coffee did he decide to go and see Subject No. 4, or Kayden, as he liked to be known as. He wanted to go alone, as there was something he wanted to discuss with the male. It took him several minutes arguing with guards that he would be fine without their help.

"Sir, that's not a good idea, he is the most dangerous subject in physical strength afterall." One of the guards spoke, glancing down the hall towards where the subject was contained.

Griffin smirked, holding out one of the needles that could effectively subdue the boy,"I can handle it, if he tries anything then there's this. But what I need to speak with him is none of your concern. I doubt any of you want to lose your jobs for disobeying orders, so go have a coffee or something." He waved them off, his mind too distracted to really care of what the guards did, although they listened to him at the threat of them losing their jobs, and that never ended well. He slipped the needle into his lab coat's pocket, his movements heading straight towards Subject No. 4's containment room.

As the young man got there, he looked around before applying the pin-code that could effectivly open the door. He didn't bother with his usual cheerful smile, instead he simply strode into the room, watching as Kayden seemed to react in a rather aggressive way.

"No guards this time, eh? Damn ballsy of ya' Doc. After all, with you dead, there'd be no one to run this show, and me and the rest of us kiddos could stroll out of here like a free men and women. After I burn this place to the ground, of course... So... Gimme one, just one's all I'm askin' for, gimme one good reason why I shouldn't rip you to fucking shreds right here, right now."

Griffin noticed how he was trying to circle him and get out of the door, and upon shifting his footing he effectively blocked the door, an eyebrow raising as he looked at the boy, "Ballsy, okay," He nodded, finding a bit of mirth in what the boy had said. While Griffin knew he was true to his word, he wasn't intimidated by him, "It isn't nice to threaten death on someone so early in the morning, yanno. Anywho, I'm here to give you three options." As he spoke he held up three fingers. "Want to hear them out before tearing me to shreds?" A slight chuckle left his lips as he spoke, his eyes narrowing just the slightest.

When he realized he was out of immediate harms way, he spoke up once more. "Since you're such a danger to us, you can either A. Remain in your lonely freezer of a room until you die of natural causes, doesn't sound to fun or B. Be humanely euthinized, you've asked for death quite a few times. Oh and the third one is my favorite!" He grinned like a kid as he got onto the last one, realizing that Kayden probably wanted to choke him out at the moment. "You get free run of RIST,by willingly submitting to tests and not endangering the employees or other RIST...Participants. We can work the details on this one, so your pick." Griffin watched Kayden with a hard stare, his expression serious so the boy didn't think he was playing some cruel game. Everything he said was in truth, and while the boy was threatening him with death, he just offered him something worth his wild. Maybe he would get a chance to make some friends.