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Oleander

forgotten, vaguely firing a desire for home.

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a character in “Things Lost”, as played by Lilah

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    xxxxxxNICKNAME(S) :xxOlly, Lea, O

    xxxxxxGENDER:xxFemale

    xxxxxxAGExxTwelve

    xxxxxxBIRTHDAY:xxDecember 1st.

    xxxxxxSEXUALITY:xxBisexual

    xxxxxxROLE:xxAstral projector and manipulator of elements.
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    xxxxxxHAIR:xxCurly, red n' vibrant, cropped short.

    xxxxxxEYES :xxLight sky blue.

    xxxxxxHEIGHT :xx5 foot nothing.

    xxxxxxETHNICITY :xxAmerican and Irish ancestry.

    xxxxxxOTHER :xxFreckles, Freckles, everywhere. Small scar along right temple.

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[xxxAsocial ● Strong-Willed ● Gentle ● Vulnerable ● Attentive ● Impulsive ●xxx]
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    "But I knew one more thing. That people who denied who they were or where they had been were in the greatest danger.” ― Janet Fitch, White Oleander"

    I.xxxIf you grew up in a lab away from any sort of society, you would be asocial as well. She gets a little overwhelmed when meeting new people, not entirely trusting of them. She also doesn’t really know how to interact well with people, considering she was never taught proper boundaries. What she may say or do might not always be normal, let alone socially acceptable. People view her as enigmatic.
    II.xxxThough sheltered, Oleander is still strong-willed. Growing up she catalogued every little thing she knew she could get away with, and what she couldn’t. She is anything but meek. She will fight back, and she’ll fight back hard.
    III.xxxOleander may appear steely and untrusting of people, but in all reality, she is a gentle soul. She wants to do good. She wants to help others if she knows the help they need is for the better. She doesn’t get aggressive until she feels it is the last option.
    IV.xxxEven though her powers are strong, doesn’t exactly mean her body is. Over the years, the testing and abuse has taken its toll on her. She’s a little vulnerable, both mentally and physically. She pushes her limits, and it’s not hard to hurt her emotions and cause her walls to build back up.
    V.xxxOleander has always been very well aware of her surroundings. She’s a clever and attentive girl. She’s quick to pick up on people’s quirks and ticks, and to store away every little movement or thing around her.
    VI.xxxOleander has never really had to explain her actions. She’s blunt, and acts on her curiosity instinctively. Her impulsive nature is very apparent.

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    [xxSnowxx] ―xx Her room, up at the very top of the 15th floor so no one could see her, had a small barred up window. She was always fascinated when she was lying in bed, watching the snow fall at nighttime. When she was very young, she thought they were tears from a cloud.
    [xxRaspberriesxx] ―xx Oleander is fond of any berry (any fruit, really), but is partial to raspberries. She so rarely got them, but it was a real treat when she did.
    [xxNaturexx] ―xx Since she has an affinity for nature, she feels more comfortable outside and surrounded by the elements. It's most natural to her. She's barley ever steps outside however, mostly just through her astral projecting.
    [xxPhotographsxx] ―xx The fact that you can permanatley capture a moment fascinates her. She loves looking at any photograph of people she can find.
    [xxHeightsxx] ―xx She's always loved to be high up. She thinks it's because she gets a sense of safety being above other people, out of sight, where she can watch.
    [xxPeople Watchingxx] ―xx She's very attentive to other people's quarks,
    reactions, and emotions. She can generally get a good read on people, and enjoys watching them.


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    [xxConfined Spacesxx] ―xxBeing stored away in tiny little rooms your whole life will make you dislike them. She can't breath properly.
    [xxBeing Indoors Too Longxx] ―xxIf she could have it her way, she would spend all her time outdoors. She has to be outside to feed off the natural resources energy, or she just depletes.
    [xxStaying Up Latexx] ―xx Oleander has always gotten up bright and early, and is quick to tire. Sleep is sort of a getaway for her, and she likes to get as much as she can.
    [xxBeing Grabbedxx] ―xx If someone touches or grabs Oleander unexpectedly, she will flinch or thrash away on instinct. She doesn't like to be snuck up on, not unlike a skittish cat.
    [xxMicexx] ―xx She's fine with any living creature; she's even fascinated by bugs. But she draws the line at mice. Hearing them scurry through the walls of the lab overnight gave her chills and nightmares.
    [xxBeing Forcedxx] ―xx Though locked away her whole life, Oleander is a free spirit. She hates being forced to use her power for bad things. She hates being pushed around.


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Faceclaim: Sophia Lillis xxxHex: #dd225e xxxRoleplayer: Lilah xxxCharacter sheet: Lilah

So begins...

Oleander's Story

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Oleander couldn't take it anymore. She felt as if she was on the cusp of falling apart. Everything only got worse as she grew older. The more power she showed, the harder they pushed. Then again, they would push almost harder if she showed signs of becoming weaker. She learnt it was best to just stay as stagnant as she could. Too bad it seemed they grew restless with her lack of progress.

The old speaker above her head buzzed to life with the same screeching noise she had grown accustomed to. As a toddler, it would always frighten her. She would even have nightmares about bugs and spiders crawling through it, down down down into the room, crawling all over her body until she was covered whole. Now the only effect it had on her was the uncomfortable dread she would feel about what the voice behind the speaker would command her to do. She had been locked in what she called the steel room all day, no one else around her. They figured she worked better without the pressure of being watched, as if she didn't know that behind the mirror across from her, there were god knows how many people doing just that. Watching. Waiting for anything to happen.

"Oleander, we're growing impatient," Doctor Claro commented with that funny sounding voice of his. She once asked when she was younger why he sounded that way, and he told her it was just an accent since he came from a different country. She had no idea what an accent was, but she didn't care enough to question him more. Oleander stared at the mirror, trying to look past her own reflection to Claro. It was hard to ignore the weird contraption that sat on her red-head. It was uncomfortable and itchy. She hated it.

She knew what they wanted her to do. In front of her sat a pot, with a seed imbedded in the soil. They wanted her to grow the plant from scratch. She had done it before when the seed had already panted it's roots, but she'd never been able to simple create life from an unwatered seed. As much as she had sat there and tried (barley), and as much as a migraine was tearing through her head, she had only managed to burst the seed open. They had given her more, but the same kept on happening. "It won't work," she harshly whispered, turning her head away from the mirror. There was a long pause before the speaker crackled to life once more. "We'll come back to that, then." To her surprise, the door clicked open as Dr. Claro stepped into the steel room. He barley ever sat in here when she did these experiments. Turning her head to look at him, his eyes locked with her and he slid into the chair opposite of her, placing a picture face down on the table. Nodding his head to it, Oleander took it as a sign to look. Picking it up, she studied a picture of a man who looked slightly younger than doctor Claro. He had brown hair, and a smile plastered on his face. She couldn't tell the colour of his eyes. The photo looked a little aged. Glancing up at the Doctor, she waited for him to explain what it meant.

"We need you to find him with your astral projection. You can do it with just a picture." Oleander glanced down at the photo for a second, asking quietly, "what's his name?" knowing that it would further connect her to him. Finding someone with just a picture was extremely hard. Any details he could give her would help pinpoint his exact location. "You don't need to know. Just find him." As much as Oleander wanted to argue, she knew it wasn't a good idea. Giving him one last hard look, Oleander reluctantly shut her eyes, picturing the man in the picture while rubbing the glossy photograph with her two thumbs as she held it. Soon enough, her power started to work. She didn't like this power. The earth manipulation stuff she didn't mind, but she hated this. It's like her mind had stepped out of her body. Everything was a bit hazy, unclear, it took a lot of focus for things to become sharper if she wasn't up close. She could see her body, slumped over the photograph. Claro was watching her. Just watching. Taking in a deep breath, she focused her mind on the man again and away from where she currently was. Her mind was greeted by a lot of resistance, more so than usual.

It was like a barrier had stepped in her way. Usually she would flow free. Even if it was hard for her to pinpoint a person's exact location, her body would always take her to the general facinity pretty simply. Focusing harder, trying to push the thought out of her head, she tried to break down the boundary. She imagined her earth manipulation power ripping down vines, and dirt, and brick. Soon enough, Oleander felt her rip through the barrier with great pain, and as she opened her eyes, all she saw was darkness. "Hello?" She called out, turning her head to look around herself, clearly in panic. Clutching her white gowns collar, she whirled around again as she heard a screeching noise come from the distance. Trying to steady her breathing, she hesitantly stepped forward in the dark, one foot at a time, the floor cold through her feet.

The darkness became lighter as could make out a light on the wall, red, and pulsing. Wait- isn't this the lab? Why would Claro ask her to find someone in the lab? Making her way down the hall, the only lights she saw were the red ones. She followed them, like a trail. Eventually, they led her to a closed door. Holding onto the door handle, she clicked it open before stepping in, surprised to see she was in the room her real body was in. Except, it wasn't there. Neither was Claro. Instead, a tall dark figure was turned in the corner, it's back to her. Oleander in her panicked state tried to shuffle back, but tripped over a small dip in the doorway, crashing to the ground. That caught it's attention. With a screech louder than she'd ever heard before, it's head turned around to reveal a petal filled face, drooling, teeth everywhere. Oleander let out a loud scream of her own, closing her eyes and trying so hard to get back to her body. It was easier than the first time. There wasn't a barrier to break down.

As Oleander slammed with immense force back into her body, her eyes shot open as her blood curdling screams continued. Shooting up from her chair while ripping the wried contraption from her head, she threw it to the floor, running to the door to try an escape. She couldn't hear the lab alarms blaring over her own screams. Claro's arms quickly encircled her from behind, stopping her from her thrashing. "Get her the hell out of here!" he bit out, as the door was swung open and two security guards grabbed both her arms to restrain her. Oleander screams soon turned to sobs as she saw the same, flashing red lights signalling alarm in the lab. She had never felt such a sense of evil and wrong from a creature in her life. What was it?

People where running down the halls, weapons in their hands, barley paying any mind to her. Something was happening. Something bad. She only heard passing comments of "what the hell happened" and "something ripped through our wall." None of it made sense. But Oleander knew it wasn't safe here. It had never been safe in the lab, but especially not now.

Hitting the back of the security officers back, she yelled out, "put me down!" and "let me go!" but they ignored her as they inevitably went to return her to her cage room. She wouldn't be sitting trapped. She refused to. Reaching down her hand to the sling on the security guards waist, she tried her hardest not to think of what she was planning to do. Grabbing the gun at his side (which she had unfortunately seen used too many times to count), she clicked the safety off and shot straight at the second security guards head, nearly missing. He dropped like a log, and the security guard currently carrying her threw her off his shoulder in an attempt to get the gun from her hand. It worked, as it skidded away from her. Trying to drag herself across the floor and through the pool of blood that was currently collecting around the dead guards head, the security guard grabbed her ankles, dragging her back towards him. Oleander closed her eyes and screamed out, reaching her power out for anything. Bricks started flying out of the wall, the earth made materials from it coming to her like a magnet. Before they could hit her, she directed its trail towards to the guard as they hit him one after one, crunch after crunch. Oleander scrambled to her feet, before running straight through the hole she had made in the wall. Thankfully it lead outside, a happy upside to this whole mess.

Oleander kept running, thankful for the distraction of whatever was happening in the lab. She wasn't going to be found or followed for awhile. She kept on running through the forest for god knows how long, until the exhaustion of her powers and the migraine ripping through her head overtook her, and unconsciousness welcomed her.