Fantasy A New World

[Arlo Hayes]

Facility A- The inhabitants awaken to find a backpack full of essentials outside their door. Jungle air fills the building, and a gentle breeze is felt in the main corridor, coming from an open door. Outside a concrete facility sits, abandoned to the jungle, its fence opened wide, the only souls that lie within are the patients, the usual staff and guards seemingly disappeared into the night. The only hint to where anything is being a map in each backpack with an X marked on the eastern side of the island, on the coast.


Facility B- an ocean breeze fills the building as all the windows open to a set timer, letting in the sun and the air. A backpack full of essentials is set just outside each patient's doorway. The doors wide open and the facility empty, the only clue as to anything at all being a map in each backpack with an X marked up the coast to the north east.


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Group B

There was the smell of salt in the air and the click of an opening door. Sean awoke from his mild slumber. With his eyes half shut, he leaned his head back to read the clock that was integrated into the wall. Then he saw that the door, which was normally locked tight at this hour, was wide open. What made it even odder was the silence. If Sean's room was open, he'd think there would be some commotion.

His mind began to wonder about the "normal" patients and if this was usual for them. There was certainly little such luxuries for him. Sean was considered a troublemaker in the eyes of the Ascendance personnel. This was the reason he had strict schedules and little contact with the outside of his "cell". Of course, he did know quite a bit about the facility's design. Sean had not always been so quarrelsome with the staff. That, along with his keen eyes, allowed him some knowledge of the other kids as well. All thoughts were dashed from his mind as he sat up.

Groaning, Sean brushed back his hair and rubbed a sore spot on his neck. He reached for his shirt at the foot of the bed, slipping it over his shoulders. Again, he noticed how quiet it was. Aside from the sound of the faint ocean air, there was not a sound to be heard. This was slightly perturbing but Sean put that worrisome feeling away, deep inside him. Now that he was fully awake, the idea that this could be a test occurred to him. With that, he rose to his feet and strode to the open door. He hesitated at the threshold. That bad feeling came back. It settled in his heart, giving it a reason to beat faster.

Sean licked his lips and muttered to himself, "...Bullshit." He slowly peeked out into the hall. There was nothing and no one, save for a dark blue bag beside the outer doorway. Flicking his eyes up and down the empty hall, he grabbed the bag and went back into his room.

 

[SentinelSevn]

Facility A
His awakening was silent, aside from the sudden heavy breathing the moment his eyes fully focused and readjusted from their time of dormancy. The sound of clothing scratching against rubber filled the silence, the male now sitting up with his legs resting over the edge of his bed. His elbows rested on his knees, and bridge of his nose resting between his intertwined fingers.

He would glance around the room, taking in his familiar surroundings to assure himself nothing was different from how he left it. Concrete flooring and walls.. check; at least he knew he wasn't kidnapped or moved to a different room while he was asleep. Rubber cot.. check; no way in hell that was going to be catching fire anytime soon. He let out a deep breath, a thick cloud of vapor one would usually breath out on a cold day escaping his lips.. check; his room was optimally chilled to his preferences. But something was noticeably off, and he felt it for sure.

Was Cyrus living in a prison cell? No way. He loved the room. Not for its bleak and presumably horrid conditions, but for the fact thst he felt safe staying inside. And wrongfully assumed by strangers, that did not mean he was some edgy teen trying to look cool with the prison style dorm room. No. Cyrus wasn't safe, not by a long shot. He preferred rock walls to prevent himself from burning himself out. The rubber cot stopped him from burning through bed sheets, but it did leave the room smelling vaguely of a car garage. The cold temperature? Well, just a precaution.

And the locked.. usually locked.. door was a metal plate with a heavy cement interior to prevent him burning through. However this time, he could light cracking through the edges of the frame. He stood up, donned in boxers and a white undershirt, and made his way to fulfill his curiosity towards the change in standard operations. It slid open quite easily, allowing him to stick his head out into the hall and snag a glimpse of the barren walkways. In an area usually filled with researchers and guards, it was empty for once in his experience.

He popped his head back inside, dressing himself into his personal attire. A long sleeve hoodless jacket and black jeans, quite form fitting actually, but what made them unique was the fact that the interior was lined with a material meant to withstand flames. Expensive, but worth the effort of allowing a scientist to prode and poke him for an extra test or two. Slipping on a pair of boots, his rush to make it outside fueled his excessively high energy.

But it seemed his adventure was to take an unexpected halt, as the moment he flung his door wide open, a bag he had missed earlier fell and its contents spilled onto the floor. He examined the contents, tossing a few of the smaller items he felt he had no use for. "Band aids, the heck? Two water bottles, unbranded saltine crackers.. oh boy they seriously went all out with this effort!"

Cyrus's sarcasm heavily layered his choice of words, but stopped once he picked up a small vial. Instead, his lips shifted into a smirk and he couldn't fully suppress a chuckle. Holding it up to the light, it was easy to tell what it was. The inside was filled with dirt, capped at the top with a small rubber cork. "You sly dog.." It was a running joke he had with one of the scientists who gave him regular check ups, that if Cyrus ever caught fire he were to find the nearest exit and roll around in the dirt for a little bit. It was the only way they could figure out a way to forcefully extinguish his flames without spraying with water, since once he was soaked he couldn't generate fire at all until he was completely dry.

"A map.. with an X. A lighter, which is useless for pete's sake. Aand a fire blanket. Well, at least one person was thinking." He said to himself, tossing the grey drawstring bad over his shoulder once he stored everything inside. Cyrus looked again at either ends of the hall, making sure it was empty and that he wasn't just going crazy. Assuring himself so, the male then briskly made his way down the right, since he knew the left was towards the testing chambers with no way to get outside the facility. He was also one of the more volatile patients, meaning he was deeper in the hall, and he was sure to cross by at least one of his peers along the way. One can only assume it was the other patients he would meet..



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Sorry, it's getting late on my end but I wanted to write out my starter already, so this one's a bit lazily done.
Also, my first time tagging without Rich Code Editor, so someone teach me ;-; I had to quote, cut, paste to properly tag.
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Anna Lasnum
Facility A

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There wasn’t any knocking. No sounds of activity outside her door. Anna found this strange. Sitting up in her bed, she scanned the room with eyes filled with suspicion. The floors and walls were concrete, cold just like the rest of the facility. Her desk with its stack of books in the corner, and the ever-intimidating door. That was it besides the bed she was currently in, with its stiff sheets and brick of a pillow.

It’d been a few months since she’d been moved to this room, and she’d more or less gotten used to it. She kind of regretted speaking up during that test, but that was in the past. She wondered if this silence right now was a test, the researchers watching through cameras somewhere. The sound of footsteps interrupted this train of thought. It wasn’t the fast paced taps of a researcher or the heavy thuds of a guard. No, this was one of her “fellow patients”. What they could possibly be doing, she hadn’t a clue.

Anna stood up from the bed, trying in vain to muffle its squeals of resistance. She could feel the chill of the floor through the socks on her feet, the warmth of the covers leaving her. She sneaked towards the door, peeking underneath its cold metal. The thin line of sight was partially blocked, the blue block in the way teasing her.

She pushed herself back up, her tshirt no longer holding warmth. Retrieving a jacket from under her bed, she heard the rushing of.. wind? She glanced at the door once more, the angled edge revealing it was open.

Anna pulled on her sneakers, leaving the laces untied, and opened the door, fingers finding purchase on the thin edge available. Anna looked down both ends of the hallway. Walking towards her was Cyrus, dressed in black. “Hey! What’s going on?”

 

[SentinelSevn]

Facility A
The halls weren't bleak, per se, rather they were just a bit barren. It was a facility, what was he to expect? Rainbows and sunshine, like this were some children's hospital? It wasn't anything new, he's been here for about three years now. But his memories of the outside world were still vivid in his mind, and his lack of complete freedom was most likely his only reasoning for disliking this place. The others however, have been here most of their lives, and he would assume they were most likely much more experienced in this situation than he was.

His thoughts were interrupted by a familiar female voice. Cyrus's head shifted away from the halls and towards an open door, where the owner of the voice faced him.

The corners of his lips curled into a smile, happy that he wasn't the only one left in the facility. "If I knew, I'd tell you. I'm just glad I wasn't left here alone." Cyrus then stated simply, stopping once he made it to her door. "Nobody's here. Not the guards or the scientists."

Cyrus then let the bag slip over his shoulder, holding it a bit higher as if to draw her attention to it. "But they left me a bag!" He said with a sarcastic enthusiasm held as if this were the solution to all of their problems.

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Christopher Erickson
Faculty A
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The halls were silent to the individual locked away. But that ended quickly as the metal easily buckled, wrenching to the side as he forced his way through. He groaned, falling to the floor with a hiss. He never expected that to hurt so much. He honestly didnt expect that to even work, but it was obviously worth a try. Must have been a flimsy door, or maybe being so cold for so long made it brittle. He couldnt be for sure...
Eric lifted himself from the hall floor, his shoulder on fire as he glanced around. All he found was an empty hallway and a back pack. Searching its contents, he found a map, some water, and bandages. Bizarre...
Guess there was only one thing to do. He didnt want to just wander the complex. He would never get out that way.
"Hello!?" He called. It was likely useless. If nobody heard the door being broken then what are the chances his voice would be?but...
"Anyone else here!?"

 

[Arlo Hayes]

Facility B
Callum Moore
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Callum woke to the sound of a bird singing. He'd never actually seen a bird, but the sound they made was memorable from his past lessons. The sound didn't strike him as odd until he saw something in his room move, at that point he froze, eyes wide open. How in blazes had a bird gotten into his room?

He sat up slowly, looking around his room. It was slightly smaller than the other patients' rooms, and a corner room which allowed for more windows. The salty sea breeze he'd grown accustomed to wafted into his room through the open windows. There wasn't a lot to his room, just a dresser, a bed, and a simple desk with a few wires strewn across it. The windows were screened, so the bird hadn't gotten in that way. His door was open, something that was definitely out of the ordinary.

Back to the bird. It wasn't Todd's, his was a black bird, a crow. This was a colourful island bird. Outside animals weren't allowed, and kept out as was policy. The fact that it was here meant something was wrong. Slowly and quietly he got up, went over to his dresser and changed. A pair of khaki cargo pants, a light blue T-shirt, dark blue hoodie, socks, a pair of brown boots, and his shades that he wore due to his light sensetivity. He left the room after that, closing the door behind him.

The instant the door shut he heard the bird flapping erratically, knocking things over and slamming into the walls. It was louder than he'd wanted. A screen snapped, and all the sounds stopped. He let out a sigh of relief, but before going back in noticed a blue and grey messenger style backpack sitting against the wall next to his door. He grabbed it and put it on for a moment, heading over to a plaza type area with tables to open it up, but paused in he main corridor. The door at the end was open. He stared in disbelief. Was he the only one here? He went to each of his fellow patients' doors, knocking and repeating "is anyone there?". Maybe they were still sleeping? He didn't want to intrude, but he felt confident that the bird had made enough noise to be noticed.

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[Dante Verren]

Facility A
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"What the hell is going on out there?" yawned Martin as he slowly sat up from his bed. He blinked his eyes a few times before freezing in place. Minus the noise that had woken him up he heard nothing but the rush of air. Wait a minute why was the rush of air sounding inside of a closed building. Lazily he stood up and got dressed, putting on his normal clothes and throwing on the old blue military jacket one of the guards had given him.

His room was very old fashion, infact it looked like something from the 1500's with no metal or electronic devices anywhere in the room. He didn't know why but when the moment he laid eyes on any electronic devices he would get instantly hungry, it was a feeling that was very similar to seeing a nice plate of steaming food after not eating fro a full day.

Finished with dressing he placed his ear on his door, normally he could hear pretty well through the wood but today he couldn't hear anything. Overcome with curiosity he tried pulling on the door handle and it opened. Even more curious now then he was before Martin stepped out into the hallway.

His foot hit something and he almost fell. Looking for what had tripped him he looked down to see a dark purple and grey backpack. Carefully searching through the bag he found a bunch of basic survival stuff. However two things stuck out to him. One was a box of black rubber gloves and another was a sealed parcel. He carefully opened the parcel to reveal what appeared to be a black cross made entirely of iron. A chain was attached to it, it was a necklace. Smirking he put the necklace around his neck and he began to feel heat from his body heading towards it. Quickly he slid on a pair of he gloves and the flow slowed to a halt.

Martin but the box away and zipped up the bag. Shouldering it he stood up to hear several voices, one coming from one direction and two from a different direction. Deciding it would be easier to deal with one person he started walking towards the sound of their voice.
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[Mistory]

Eric
Faculty A

He heard no response, and sighed. Better start walking. Shouldering the bag he had been...given? Could that be said? He sighed, shaking the thought frim his mind. He started off, callig again"anyone here!?"
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[Amerikia1126]

Anna Lasnum
Facility A

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Nobody? That just made things even weirder. She'd been here awhile and nothing quite like this had happened before. "You got a backpack?"

She stepped out of the door frame, her foot hitting the blue object from before. A backpack, funnily enough, one of those solid colored ones with maybe 2 pockets, if you counted a bottle holder as a pocket. She picked it up, surprised at its weight. What was in it? Bricks? Curiosity got the best of her and she opened it, spilling an assortment of schoolbooks and papers onto the floor.

"Crap." Anna glanced at the boy, looking for a reaction. She knelt down and began to stuff the objects back in the bag.

 

[SentinelSevn]

Facility A
When the contents spilled out, Cyrus's face shifted to one of confusion. The contents within the bags were different, with his lacking papers and books. "What? Getting read for a class?" He began to tease, slipping open the lip of his drawstring bag to reexamine the contents. "Cause like.. I've got literal dirt." He reached into the bag to pick out the vial, his gaze not leaving the focus of his bag as he tried to connect the items they were given.

"You haven't seen the others yet, have you?" Cyrus figured that if the he and Anna were patients in the facility and were given bags, the others might still be here as well. "Martin, maybe?" Another male patient in the facility, perhaps the biggest trait Cyrus would give him is independant. Sticking to himself and all, Cy never really got to know him very well.

He quickly turned his head down the hall, another voice calling out around the corner before Anna got the opportunity to answer. Anyone here!?, was heard clearly, but it didn't sound so fearful that Cyrus felt like he had to rush to the voice's aid. "Well, I guess that answers my question, yeah?" He swung his bag back over his shoulder, shifting his feet to face the direction of the voice. "Wanna take a guess on who that is?"

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[AaronVolcano24]

Facility B​

Patrick woke to the ever unwelcomed banging on the door. Without opening his eyes he meandered over to the door, banding down and reaching for where the plate of breakfast is, instead he felt the cold hard ground. He reaches higher and higher until he touched the door. Upon his touch the door moved. "What?" He says to himself as his eyes snap open. He stood straight up and down as he pushed the door open, to see a bag. He pokes his head out as he opens the door a little wider and grabs the backpack. He sees someone walking past, the man who must have knocked "hey! What's going on?" He must be a "patient" here. There's no way a guard is dressed like that.
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[Arlo Hayes]

Facility B
Callum Moore
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He turned to face the voice he heard behind him.
"Patrick? Well at least you're still here." He said, relieved he wasn't alone.
"Sorry, did I wake you?" He asked, knowing full well the answer seeing as he hadn't changed. The situation here was weird. One thing he had noticed was that each of his fellow patients had backpacks near their doors as well, which meant that they weren't the only two.
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Anna Lasnum
Facility A

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She shoved the books back in the bag, the papers right afterwards. She zipped the blue bag right up, unsnagging the zipper a few times. Hopefully those papers weren't important, because that was probably what was getting caught. Anna heard the voice in the distance, not quite making out its words but its tone was clear. Definitely a guy, which lowered it down to.. every other patient. Well, Cyrus was here, so that was either Martin or Eric. 50/50 shot..

She slung the bag over her shoulder, standing back up. She'd go through the contents later, and maybe throw some out. "Martin. That's Martin for sure." Anna slipped on the other strap, hoping she was right.

 

[TrumpCard]

Group B

Sean had found nothing special in the bag aside from two things. Well, three things to be exact. After searching through some common items, an assortment of MREs; standard first-aid supplies; and water purification tablets, he had found a clear plastic case that contained a pair of contacts in some liquid. This was a little bewildering to Sean, seeing as how his eyesight was 20/20. Stamped on the corner of the case were the words "Bioware Lenses". He had no idea what Bioware was supposed to mean, but there was no harm in keeping them until he found out.

The other item that was out of the ordinary was a small, laminated map. It had been folded so Sean unfolded it to find that it was a map of the island. He had known the facility was on an island for some time now, but this was the first time he knew what it looked like. From the looks of it, whoever set this up wanted him to go east, to the coastline.

The way Sean saw it, something happened and now someone wanted him to escape the Ascendance facility. This had crossed his mind as he finished getting dressed into some fresh clothes. Chuckling, he shouldered the full backpack and glanced through the barred, open window. All he had ever known was this building. His memories literally did not go farther back to a time before. Sean put together another obvious fact. That whatever was going on now was connected to his ability.

Sean knew of his ability and he knew how to use it. But, Ascendance had kept him drugged regularly in order to keep his power in a weakened state. The last time he tested it out there had been several complications. One, he had been knocked unconscious. Two, Sean had temporarily forgotten who he was. From what the "doctors" said, it had been pretty serious. He had not attempted to use his ability since. The official name for it was "Minor Sensory Manipulation", or MSM. Sean simply called it a mistake. His mistake had taken away his life and, he assumed, his family. Now, though, he had a new view of his power. Perhaps it would get him out of this life and into a new one.

A sigh of relief left his lungs. Attempting to clear his mind, Sean turned toward the open door; he left the room without a second thought. The hallway before him was barren except for the door behind him. It was considered a detention wing, at least that is what the psychologist called it. Ten paces to the left and Sean found himself in a larger hall. This one was littered with doors, none of which belonged to other patients. He knew that if he went right, he would eventually come to the main plaza. It had sets of doors that went directly outside. Sean also knew that if any other kids were still around, they would probably be there. He started whistling as he made his way to the plaza.

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[Dante Verren]

Facility A
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Martin turned the corner to see the source of the lone voice calling out. He was hoping to find a guard but instead he was greeted with the sight of Chris's messy black hair. Silently letting out a sigh he knocked on the wall to get Chris's attention. "You can stop yelling. Your not alone."
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[Mistory]

The teen gave a sigh, resting his hand on the corner as he glanced about. Not a soul in sight...
Thats what he had thought. But when a voice broke he silence, he flinched,metal buckling under his grip. He turned, and released a breath. "...i thought you were a guard..."
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[SentinelSevn]

Facility A
"Yeah?" Cyrus repeated, confirming her choice. He didn't say much after, his eagerness to find out overwhelming his patience to wait and chat, and instead he made his way over to the corner where he was sure to find the owner of the voice who called out.

The moment right before he turned the corner, he heard another voice speak in response to the first. The second's tone held a lot more seriousness to it, easily being able to distinguish the two now that he had heard them both. "Hey Anna, they're both here." He called over his shoulder, easily an action that would gathered both of their attention.

Cyrus quickly recognized the faces of the two, having been around them for three years it wasn't exactly the most difficult thing to do. He also took note of their bags, figuring the contents would also be vastly different from his own, and hopefully would show some correlation that would give them an answer for what was going on.

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[Dante Verren]

Facility A
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Martin did his best not to laugh as Chris had his minor freak out. Unfortunately he couldn't hold it all back and a very faint smile touched his lips. He quickly forced the smile away and had his face return to it's emotionless state. "Sorry to disappoint you but I'm no guard. Honestly I was hoping you were one but it seems I'm not that lucky." Martin's gaze drifted over to Chris's backpack. "So you were given a backpack as well?"

Another voice caught his attention and he looked behind Chris as Cyrus appeared around the corner. Cyrus turned and called back to anna. That meant that all four of them had been let out of their rooms. Something was going on, something big.
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He gave a wayward chuckle,shaking his head. " disappointed is fhe opposite. I think its more...relief. im tired of being in an icebox..." he grumbled, shivering at the thought. Then the bag was mentioned."oh, yeah. Some water and bandages,and some kind of...map?" He pulled the parchment in question."...i know ive spent most of my time in said ice box...but this is...all wrong..."
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[Some1]

FACILITY BWerner Alwin
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The windows opened, and a small sea breeze blew into Werner's room, the curtains swaying gently. Werner had learned to ignore the winds and sleep through it. But he could not ignore the obnoxious slamming and crashing that was happening next door. Werner woke up with a start, sitting up as he heard something thump loudly into the wall seperating his room and Callum's room.

Giving the wall an annoyed glance, Werner decided to lay back down and try to sleep. He still had a bit of time left until he needed to be awake, and he wanted to spend that time asleep. He was sure that Callum would stop doing whatever he was doing shortly, and then he could sleep.

Werner was correct, as the banging did die down. But as he finally managed to get back into a light sleep, a hard knock on his door startled him back awake. He was not going to get any more sleep at this rate.

The albino took a deep breath, and slowly rolled out of bed. He grabbed his glasses from the nightstand next to his bed and put them on so he could see the clock hanging next to his door properly. It was earlier than he thougt. With a sigh, Werner stood up, and went to the door to see what the knock was about.

The door, which was normally locked at this hour, easily opened, which surprised him. And at his feet, in the doorway, was a small, blue bag. Something was happening. Werner picked the bag up, and was about to check inside it, but he heard two other voices down the hall. Looking over there, he saw Callum, fully dressed, talking to who he assumed was Patrick.

Still in his pajamas, Werner walked over to the two, still not fully awake. "What's happening?" Werner asked as he approached the two, his German accent only slightly showing.

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[Dante Verren]

Facillity A
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"Wrong is an understatement. There should be tons of guards are researchers roaming around." Martin scratched his Chin in thought. If Chris had the same map with the same location marked on it as his own. The most obvious answer was that who ever gave them the map e wanted them to go to the same location.

Martin figured that they all were in the dark on what was going on. He might as well check. "Oi Cyrus and Anna do either of you have any idea about wars going on?"
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[SentinelSevn]

Facility A
"Was just about to ask you the same thing." Cyrus stated, making his way down the hall towards the other two males. He figured Anna was following close behind, so he didn't bother to wait for her.

"Anna and I have different things in our bags though, so I was thinking something in one of yours would give us some hint." He pulled the drawstring of his bag off his shoulder, trying to draw attention to it. "Basic survival items in mine, like, real basic. Water and all that jazz." Cyrus then pointed his thumb over his shoulder towards Anna. "And she's got school supplies. Books, paper, notebooks." He glanced in her direction, his face looking towards her in reassurance. "Right?"

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[Dante Verren]

Facility A
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"Sounds pretty much like the same stuff I have in my bag. The only thing speacial I have in my bag was this Cross and a voz of their Black gloves." As Martin spoke he gestured to the iron cross around his neck and the gloves he was wearing. "I'm guessing each of our bags have a de e items that are unique to us, just like our rooms."

 

[Arlo Hayes]

Facility B
Callum Moore
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Werner's appearance was more good news. Seeing Patrick's blank and tired expression he turned his attention to Werner.
"A bird got into my room, and the main door is wide open." He told him.
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