Realistic or Modern lacuna

[vesania]

L A C U N A

The year 2173. The world’s population has grown to epidemic levels. The growth of the human race threatens the end of everything. Resources are at an all-time low as an influx of people clean the planet dry, threatening to kill our only habitat. Poverty levels are high, the population is skyrocketing, and the economy barely exists. In the last resort to keep ourselves from killing the only life-sustaining planet within reach, the world’s greatest powers came together.
That’s when the Sibling Allocation Act was born.
"In an effort to sustain life, resources and the planet we live on, reproduction shall be monitored and contained. Each household is restricted to only raising a single child each generation. Perpetrators of this act will be arrested without the court hearing or the possibility of parole. All siblings shall be detained and removed. This includes, but is not restricted to, additional children born as twins, triplets, etc. After the birth of said child, the biological parents will mandatorily be sterilized."
The Act was first meant with must disdain and apprehension, but as the decades rolled by, this became the norm. Parenthood became a privilege. The thought and knowledge of siblings slowly slipped from memory as the concept became further from sight. Parents no longer had the right to know the gender of their children or see any sonograms. Mothers mandatorily gave birth in a sedated state via cesarean… Knowledge of what or how many were never divulged. There can’t be an uprising when they never knew how many children they gave birth to. They woke up to one child, and that was enough.
The question no one dared to ask was…
What happened to the siblings?
ROLES
1. electrical manipulation: Marielle vesania
2. regenerative healing: Julie beebim
3. sonic scream: Baptiste boo.
4. ice manipulation Terrance logastellus
5. telekinesis: Shantell logastellus
6. fire manipulation: Oliver beebim
7. optional: force fields: Nina nymphadora.
8. optional: super speed: Mekhl slim
9. optional: invisibility: Caelia deer
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[vesania]

EPISODE I.

"opportunity in the midst of chaos"

location: usher labs { main laboratory }
time: december 13, 2172 ; 3:29pm

"ALL SIBLINGS REPORT TO INDIVIDUAL PODS FOR VITAL CHECKS"
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45 minutes later
conversation between Tracie & Soko

"How were their vitals?"

"They're stable. Their bodies are each stabilizing individually to their own abilities. It's wonderful. They're wonderful."

chuckles "They are, aren't they? The world's first walking weapons. And I created them."

"What do you mean walking weapons?"

"Mmhm. That was the sole reason for their creation. We're already at an all-low in resources. When Markel first spoke to me about creating the injection it was originally just supposed to enhance their abilities. Like, their reflexes you know? Sight, hearing, speed, all that good stuff. But then, after all the injections we gave them, and then finally the Pyrolax injection, it's like, their genes just mutated more than what we expected they would. And boom. Once Markel heard about them, he'd immediately had the idea of using them as weapons., They'd eventually wipe out our current population and our resources would go back to increasing almost immediately. Some of them could shoot water out of their hands, for gods sake!"

"So that's why we were ordered to train them? We're not gonna let them go?"

"Of course not. What did you think this was? This isn't a daycare, we're not supplying these people with powers just for them to go ahead and live off on their own."

"They're not weapons, Soko. They're kids. They just happened to be the extra."

"Kids? Most of them could wipe out an entire population with just one hand if they wished to. And with our training, even the small bodied ones could take on grown men single-handedly. They aren't kids."

"They barely even know how to control their abilities! They're not ab--"

"It sounds an awful lot as if you're opposing both Markel and I's orders. You are our subordinate remember?"

"N-No, of course not. I was just--. I'm sorry, you're right."

"Hmm. Okay then, all is well. I'll act as if this conversation never happened, and I suggest you do too. Go do as you were."


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3 MONTHS LATER....

location: usher labs
date: march 21, 9:07pm

Another day at the lab had concluded. Everything went by as usual; the training, the testing, the numerous vital checks. And just on cue, everyday, every night, at 9pm, the siblings were sent back to their pods after an exhausting day. They were given their nightly injections that would allow their abilities to "hibernate" until 8am the next day, where they'd restart the same routine.

But on march 21, something was off. It was 9:07, and they hadn't called the announcements. It was 9:07, and the medical workers weren't coming in to give them their injections. It was 9:07, and all the siblings were still wherever they were last at and for some that meant their individual training rooms, the infirmary to check their vitals, their pods--some were dismissed earlier than others even if they weren't given their injections yet. It was 9:07, and instead of hearing their usual command to head to their pods to finish their day off, the siblings heard, "ATTENTION ALL WORKERS. CODE RED. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. CODE RED. SECURE ALL SIBLINGS TO THEIR PODS IMMEDIATELY. I REPEAT, SEC--" BOOM! There was a pause at the intercom, and then,

"SIBLINGS X-23,Y-02, X-13, Z-81, Z-32, X-17, Y-10, Y-11, & Z-49, HEAD TO THE TOP OF THE BUILDING RIGHT NOW. RIGHT NOW. YOU GUYS HAVE EXACTLY 15 MINUTES. ATTACK ANYONE WHO TRIES TO IMPOSE ANY FORCE ON YOU. PANIC IF YOU HAVE TO. JUST GO!" And the intercom paused once more, then produced a vile type of white noise, then cut off.

By 9:10, all of the lights in the building had cut off, and was replaced by dim green lights. The white walls were accompanied by red flashing sirens.

By 9:15, everyone was running around, chaos had permeated the building, and men in white suits and gas masks covering their faces ran into every room with sticks vibrating with lasers at the ends.

By 9:17, the adrenaline kicked in. Every sibling, whether they had been called on the announcement or not, and every worker alike, were going crazy. It was odd. All of their lives they fell submissive to commands. Whatever the workers told them to do, they did. Whatever came on the announcements, they did. They went through drills and such, but no one prepped any of them for this. No one in a million years thought that a day like this would dawn upon them.

And by 9:21, they did just as they were told.

They panicked.

Spoiler: GOALS

Your character is going to be one of the siblings called on the intercom. Everything will have been simple, and normal, and none of them have met one another. Since that night, things were delayed, some of them might not be at their pods just yet (some of them might be). I want you guys to go crazy with this first episode. Remember, they don't have official names yet, they know themselves as their code names (aka Z-89, Y-64, etc). You may allow the characters to bump into each other but remember they don't know each other personally yet and they're in the Usher Lab building which is currently under attack right now and so everyone is going crazy, its wild, and there are men trying to get them, so make sure the character aren't stopping to have a meaningful conversation with one another. KEEP IN MIND THAT IF YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE YOUR CHARACTER FIGHT ONE OF THE WORKERS OR ONE OF THE MEN, THAT THEIR POWER IS STILL AT TYPE I AND SO THEY MIGHT BE GETTING HURT TOO.

LORE

beebim logastellus nymphadora. deer boo. slim

 

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interaction: open




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y-10.

stay calm. . .

Y-10. anxiously gazed up at the clock situated a few feet above his pod, the ticking of the hand filling up the empty room with little noise.

He couldn't understand why he was sent to his own pod so early. His had thought his training was going fine, improving, in fact- but then someone slid into his training room an hour before his session ended and whispered something to his instructor, and moments later he was sent away with a stern command and no mentions of routine injections.

He was hoping for an answer from someone, maybe even from the normal scheduled announcements, but none every came. Instead, y-10. was stuck here. Alone in his own thoughts, wondering why this day has been particularity off. It was unsettling, and y-10. gave one more glance at the clock before uneasily settling down on his firm cot. Maybe this was just a false alarm. Maybe he would just sleep this off-

"ATTENTION ALL WORKERS. CODE RED. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. CODE RED. SECURE ALL SIBLINGS TO THEIR PODS IMMEDIATELY. I REPEAT, SEC-"

There was a flinch as a large boom cut off the intercoms, causing y-10's heart rate to involuntarily increase as he sat up from his cot and shakily stumble to his feet as the blaring announcement ringed in his ears. Code red, he thought in a small fit of confused panic, striding over to the pod door. We've never had a code red.

Commotion could be heard outside. and as y-10 hesitantly peaked out of the small window lining the door to his pod, several siblings who returned early were opening their own doors to their pods. Looks of confusion and uncertainty were a prominent look on most of their faces as a group of doctors and siblings rushed by them and caused a scene. Y-10. scrunched his eyebrows together. Why were they running? Didn't they just tell the workers to secure the siblings in their pods?

"SIBLINGS X-23,Y-02, X-13, Z-81, Z-32, X-17, Y-10, Y-11, AND Z-49, HEAD TO THE TOP OF THE BUILDING RIGHT NOW. RIGHT NOW. YOU GUYS HAVE EXACTLY 15 MINUTES. ATTACK ANYONE WHO TRIES TO IMPOSE ANY FORCE ON YOU. PANIC IF YOU HAVE TO. JUST GO!"

Several moments passed as y-10. blanked in front of the door. The completion of the second intercom seemed to have caused more panic, and the sound of people outside grew louder and more chaotic. An agonizing scream from halls outside brought him back to reality with wide eyes.

Y-10's breath caught in his throat. The announcer had called his I.D. Had told him to panic.

Why did he need to resort to fighting? Who was coming? Why- He never needed to attack anyone before-

Worry grew, and at the same time it seemed as if the temperature of the pod increased. By the time he was aware of what was happening around him, the room was stifling hot. It was nearly suffocating, and the boy gasped as he wrenched his door open and stumbled into the crowded hallway, the fresh air welcoming him a moment of clarity before a man dressed in white shoved passed him and knocked him to the side. There was a pause, a turn. The man looked down at him with covered features, and y-10. nervously eyed the buzzing stick in the grip of a gloved hand.

"You," the muffled voice cut through the loud chaos around them, "What is your I.D?"

"U-Uh," y-10. stammered, throat becoming constrict as his nerves got to him. The same heat form before inched up his body as he tore his eyes away from the weapon. "W... whats going on?"

"Your I.D," the man repeated, taking a step forward-

-and then the halls promptly dropped into darkness before a wash of green lit up the quarters with an eerie glow.

If there was an opportunity to be taken, now was the time y-10. decided to use it. The resulting blackout made everyone disoriented for a moment, and y-10. warily stood up and rushed through the crowd and away from the man as quickly as he could.

The top floor, he echoed the announcement his head, dodging a teen who slammed their pod door open in an attempt to escape another similarly dressed man, how do I get do the top floor?

The ever growing mass of people didn't exactly help situations that much. From where he was running, it was difficult for y-10. to find any form of exit in this maze of a building. He rounded a corner with several other siblings, struggling to get a grasp of his surroundings the current situation, but it wasn't long until he found a set of doors slightly ajar. Shoving away from the group, y-10 stumbled into the familiar dinning hall and looked around as he caught his breath. It was empty, the only exits being the double doors he just passed through. Y-10. stood there, heart refusing to slow down as a sound of aggravated workers grew louder.

How the hell was he going to get out of here?

. . . just don't panic.

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Y-10. anxiously gazed up at the clock situated a few feet above his pod, the ticking of the hand filling up the empty room with little noise.

He couldn't understand why he was sent to his own pod so early. His had thought his training was going fine, improving, in fact- but then someone slid into his training room an hour before his session ended and whispered something to his instructor, and moments later he was sent away with a stern command and no mentions of routine injections.

He was hoping for an answer from someone, maybe even from the normal scheduled announcements, but none every came. Instead, y-10. was stuck here. Alone in his own thoughts, wondering why this day has been particularity off. It was unsettling, and y-10. gave one more glance at the clock before uneasily settling down on his firm cot. Maybe this was just a false alarm. Maybe he would just sleep this off-

"ATTENTION ALL WORKERS. CODE RED. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. CODE RED. SECURE ALL SIBLINGS TO THEIR PODS IMMEDIATELY. I REPEAT, SEC-"

There was a flinch as a large boom cut off the intercoms, causing y-10's heart rate to involuntarily increase as he sat up from his cot and shakily stumble to his feet as the blaring announcement ringed in his ears. Code red, he thought in a small fit of confused panic, striding over to the pod door. We've never had a code red.

Commotion could be heard outside. and as y-10 hesitantly peaked out of the small window lining the door to his pod, several siblings who returned early were opening their own doors to their pods. Looks of confusion and uncertainty were a prominent look on most of their faces as a group of doctors and siblings rushed by them and caused a scene. Y-10. scrunched his eyebrows together. Why were they running? Didn't they just tell the workers to secure the siblings in their pods?

"SIBLINGS X-23,Y-02, X-13, Z-81, Z-32, X-17, Y-10, Y-11, AND Z-49, HEAD TO THE TOP OF THE BUILDING RIGHT NOW. RIGHT NOW. YOU GUYS HAVE EXACTLY 15 MINUTES. ATTACK ANYONE WHO TRIES TO IMPOSE ANY FORCE ON YOU. PANIC IF YOU HAVE TO. JUST GO!"

Several moments passed as y-10. blanked in front of the door. The completion of the second intercom seemed to have caused more panic, and the sound of people outside grew louder and more chaotic. An agonizing scream from halls outside brought him back to reality with wide eyes.

Y-10's breath caught in his throat. The announcer had called his I.D. Had told him to panic.

Why did he need to resort to fighting? Who was coming? Why- He never needed to attack anyone before-

Worry grew, and at the same time it seemed as if the temperature of the pod increased. By the time he was aware of what was happening around him, the room was stifling hot. It was nearly suffocating, and the boy gasped as he wrenched his door open and stumbled into the crowded hallway, the fresh air welcoming him a moment of clarity before a man dressed in white shoved passed him and knocked him to the side. There was a pause, a turn. The man looked down at him with covered features, and y-10. nervously eyed the buzzing stick in the grip of a gloved hand.

"You," the muffled voice cut through the loud chaos around them, "What is your I.D?"

"U-Uh," y-10. stammered, throat becoming constrict as his nerves got to him. The same heat form before inched up his body as he tore his eyes away from the weapon. "W... whats going on?"

"Your I.D," the man repeated, taking a step forward-

-and then the halls promptly dropped into darkness before a wash of green lit up the quarters with an eerie glow.

If there was an opportunity to be taken, now was the time y-10. decided to use it. The resulting blackout made everyone disoriented for a moment, and y-10. warily stood up and rushed through the crowd and away from the man as quickly as he could.

The top floor, he echoed the announcement his head, dodging a teen who slammed their pod door open in an attempt to escape another similarly dressed man, how do I get do the top floor?

The ever growing mass of people didn't exactly help situations that much. From where he was running, it was difficult for y-10. to find any form of exit in this maze of a building. He rounded a corner with several other siblings, struggling to get a grasp of his surroundings the current situation, but it wasn't long until he found a set of doors slightly ajar. Shoving away from the group, y-10 stumbled into the familiar dinning hall and looked around as he caught his breath. It was empty, the only exits being the double doors he just passed through. Y-10. stood there, heart refusing to slow down as a sound of aggravated workers grew louder.

How the hell was he going to get out of here?

 

[vesania]

Z - 32

ELECTRICAL MANIPULATION

mood: "what the hell is going on??????" | tags: n/a
mention: n/a | interaction: n/a |
place: inside pod > hallway > staircase


Z-32 didn't need someone to remind her that it was time
for her to head back to her pod. She didn't need a
lousy voice on the intercom to tell her what to do.
She knew very well on her own, that as soon as the
clock struck 9:00, that'd she'd better be on her way
back to her room. She wasn't necessarily an advocate
for the rules, but she definitely didn't want to know
what would happen to her if she didn't follow them.
Her trainers would constantly put her through a series
of tests, and Tracie Duchek--her favorite caretaker--had
always explained to her that her, along with the other
experiments, were constantly being put through a series
of tests. It was those tests that determined whether or not
they were good enough. Good enough for what? Z-32
always asked herself, but she never got an answer.

If them not announcing their conclusion of the day
over the intercom was a test, then Z-32 was sure to
pass. As soon as they were finished stabilizing the
electrical currents in her body, Z-32 excused herself,
and headed right back to her pod. She'd heard of some
of the siblings who disobeyed orders--the workers even
warned them. They didn't exactly state what would happen
to those that didn't listen, but rumor had it that the guy in
charge wasn't one to mess with, and she wouldn't be
someone to test that theory. But going back to her pod
wasn't that big of a deal for Z-32. In fact, the nimble bodied
girl was happy to go off back on her own. Away from all of
the sour-faced workers, away from all of the exhausting
obstacles that they put her through, away from all of the
numbing needles that they continuously pricked her with.

Upon the arrival to her room, Z-32 flew right onto her
bed. Her pod was bare. They didn't allow any type of
entertainment in the pods because of "potential dangers",
but Z-32 was her own type of entertainment. Ahh, now
that's more like it. She relaxed her body, and waited.
Any minute now, the men in the awkward looking
white rubber suits--rubber just in case her electricity
overreacted for any reason--would barge right into
her room, tell her that she passed the test, and give
her the night serum. Then she'd be able to sleep.
But minutes passed, and nada. Z-32 looked towards
the clock in the upper right corner of her room.
"9:07" it read. "What's taking these weirdos so
longgg?" the blonde groaned.

Her thoughts were abrupted by a voice over the intercom.
"ATTENTION ALL WORKERS. CODE RED. THIS IS NOT
A DRILL. CODE RED. SECURE ALL SIBLINGS TO THEIR
PODS IMMEDIATELY. I REPEAT, SEC--" Z-32 sat up quickly.
She looked at the time-- only two minutes had passed.

"What type of technical difficulty is this? What did someone
lose control and accidentally burn a worker or something?"
Z-32 scoffed, and slouched back down on her bed.
These tests were bothersome. If it was meant to
scare the siblings, they definitely didn't scare her.
They did drills for these things all the time. It was one of
the things Z-32 actually enjoyed doing. The fake chaos
that the drills instilled actually put a little fun in the boring
ol' place.

The intercom turned back on. This time, a frantic, feminine
voice spoke over the speaker. "SIBLINGS X-23,Y-02, X-13,
Z-81, Z-32, X-17, Y-10, Y-11, & Z-49, HEAD TO THE
TOP OF THE BUILDING RIGHT NOW. RIGHT NOW.
YOU GUYS HAVE EXACTLY 15 MINUTES. ATTACK
ANYONE WHO TRIES TO IMPOSE ANY FORCE ON YOU.
PANIC IF YOU HAVE TO. JUST GO!" Upon hearing
her name called on the speaker, all thoughts of the
situation being a drill turned into doubt. What was
going on? Z-32 didn't hesitate. She bounced off her
bed and rushed to the door. Her heart nearly sunk to
her feet once she saw that the bright lights of the hallway
were replaced with green dim ones, and that the dull bulbs
that were the only decorations on the walls, were raging
red. Whoever it was speaking on the intercom, ordered
her to be on the top of the building by the next 15 mins
and so that became her main goal.

Z-32 sprinted to the staircase, her heart dropping to
her stomach. She ceased at the sight of two men with
sticks in their hands and masks, rushing towards her.
Their body expressions screamed distaste, and nearly
sent Z-32 running back to her pod. But instead, she
smacked her hand on the glaring bulb on the wall,
and did what they always trained her to do--suck the
electricity out of things. On contact, Z-32 felt the sparks
vibrating to her veins and omitting from her hands. At
that moment, the men were arms length away from her.
One grabbed her, but she touched him and as if on cue,
her electricity spread onto his body. As if in awe, the other
guy watched his partner fall onto the ground with his eyes
rolling out of his body. Z-32 shoved her way passed him,
and zoomed up the stairs. Her body felt energized, like
she could run a mile--and that meant a lot, cause she
hated running. Ironically, it was what she was doing,
and paired with the adrenaline she felt confusion, with
"Holy shit" being the only thing that she could stutter out loud.

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Z-81

if this was meant for me
why does it hurt so much?

It was a damn good thing everyone got their own training rooms. Z-81 felt like he would punch through a wall if he had to talk anyone at the moment. He was currently going to town on some sort of dummy-thing that stood in the middle of the room, arms flailing and feet flashing out. He paused, leaning against the dummy as he wiped his sweat-covered brow and struggled to fill his lungs with air once more. He had been trying for a few weeks now to build up his stamina, but it didn't seem to be going far. He was frustrated, angry, even confused. He wanted to scream-

But that was probably a bad idea. Z-81 slumped to the floor, defeated. His form was sloppy; if his trainer had been here, he would have said to work on his control. He had to unlock that hidden store of energy - did it even exist? - and use it to his advantage. But he was having trouble finding a motivation, although he tried hard to give it his all. What was he doing this for? Was there an end goal? Z-81 hated the ambiguity that permeated his entire life.

The boy began to unwrap his hand bindings, flinching as his aching hands were freed from the cloth, when there was a crackled over the speakers, and a voice spoke out, causing him to start.

"ATTENTION ALL WORKERS. CODE RED. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. CODE RED. SECURE ALL SIBLINGS TO THEIR PODS IMMEDIATELY. I REPEAT, SEC--"

Fuck. Z-81 scrambled to his feet, heart trembling but head calm. He edged toward the door, pausing as another, seemingly different voice rang out:

"SIBLINGS X-23,Y-02, X-13, Z-81, Z-32, X-17, Y-10, Y-11, & Z-49, HEAD TO THE TOP OF THE BUILDING RIGHT NOW. RIGHT NOW. YOU GUYS HAVE EXACTLY 15 MINUTES. ATTACK ANYONE WHO TRIES TO IMPOSE ANY FORCE ON YOU. PANIC IF YOU HAVE TO. JUST GO!"

That was him. Z-81. Head to the roof, the voice had said. Follow it, or stay where he was? The lights in the room blacked out, then were replaced by an organic green light that was less than comforting. The boy was in the midst of contemplating his options when the door to his training room slid open, and a figure covered in a white suit stalked inside, wielding a stick with a dangerously humming tip. Z-81 spread his legs slightly in a sort of stance and looked from the figure's mask to his weapon. Was he supposed to let the person zap him? Because that seemed their intention as they stepped closer.

"Hands against the wall. Expose skin for the injection." As the person spoke, Z-81 could see the syringe on their hip, filled with the familiar clear liquid that robbed him of his newfound abilities.

Well, fuck that. Z-81 had never disobeyed an order before, but this wasn't normal. This wasn't procedure. This was... He wasn't sure, but it wasn't right. He stepped back, hands flexing and clenching and eyes narrowed at his supposed assailant. He had forgotten his weary muscles; instead, something electric and red-hot seemed to fill his veins.

"Screeeeee!" Z-81 screamed with an embarrassingly high pitch, which caused the white-suited person to stumbled back, their gloved hands pressing against the sides of their head in what was probably pain. The boy was out in a flash, running as fast as his legs would carry him out of the room and into the green-shadowed hallway. It was chaos; subjects ran everywhere, pursued by other white-suited individuals and trying to get the hell out of there.

Just remembering his own assailant, Z-81 slammed the door behind him and mingled into the throng, keeping his head down and senses alert. Where was the roof? It wasn't like there were helpful directional signs anywhere-

A stairway. Z-81 rounded the corner of the hallway and flung himself into the stairwell, clambering up steps like he had missed leg day. All at once, his newfound strength seemed to drain away, turning his legs to jelly and forcing him to pause. Why did he think this was a good idea? This was probably all a test, and he was going to die because he had evaded capture.

Fifteen minutes - if this was real, then he probably had less than ten left. Z-81 struggled to pick up his pace, but found himself losing rhythm and ultimately leaning against the wall, panting and sweating once more.

The day as bad enough as it was - but to make matters worse, Z-81 heard something behind him. There was a muffled bump, as if someone had fallen, and an incredibly fast flurry of steps rushing up behind him. He wanted to react, do something to defend himself, but the boy only had enough time to twist himself around and see an energized-looking girl knock against his shoulder. His head bumped against the wall, and he let out a startled sound, which in turn caused the wall to crack slightly. His balanced was compromised; he fell onto the stairs in a tangled mess.

"What the fuck! Who - What was that!?" Z-81 probably came across as more panicked than he felt, since at this point he had been trying to calm down. He stared at the girl with wide, annoyed, and slightly angry eyes.

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X-17​

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X-17 had been in the room with his pod for most of the day. He was leaning against the wall, this knees close to his chest and his arms draped lazily over them. His eyes were closed as he drifted asleep and then back again as hours ticked by. The pain that had once been as hot and sharp as a poker had subsided into a dull ache that radiated from his core and made him groan when he moved. He found the best way to avert this was to sit as still as possible and let time heal his wounds.

The day had started normal enough, he had shoveled down a simple, colorless meal that was packed with enough nutrients to assist in his training that drained immense amounts of energy. The scientists and workers had always wanted X-17 to go faster. They did everything in their power to find the top speed. They made sure he had enough vitamins and nutrients so he had the energy to run faster, made him exercise every day to build muscles, the whole 9 yards. Sometimes the thin shoes they gave him would be completely burned through and red streaks would cover the floor in crimson-colored smears from his bleeding soles thanks to their complete disregard for his health. It wasn't always so intense, but something had happened three months ago. Everything got so much more intense, like something big was about to happen. X-17 didn't say anything but continued observing. However, today had been a real eye-opener.

He should've known something fishy was up when his usually empty training room (other than a worker or two) had a scientist who he familiar referred to as "Wall" thanks to his stoic presence and a girl that couldn't have been more than 15 years old. His training room that usually consisted of nothing more than a giant track now had giant metal disks that were surrounding the girl on the far side. X-17 had waited for any explanation and quickly got it.

"What are you waiting for? Have at it you two."

"I don't know much about human reproduction but I don't think the age gap woul-" X-17 had never been cut off faster than that moment by Wall's thunderous voice.

"NO! God no. Just...try to subdue her as she will try with you."

X-17 was now even more confused at that moment but Wall shoved him towards the center and he and the scientist retreated in the room with one-sided glass where they usually went during X-17's normal training.

"Do you seriously expect me to fight a kid?"
Silence.
He turned away from the glass that was nothing more than a mirror to him to the girl who gingerly held out her hand in his direction.

"Look, kid, I know they're going to be mad if we don't go ballistic on each other but it'll be ok."

Her face looked miserable and her body was trembling. Had they threatened her a little too harshly? He tried to say something else but the metal lying around her was rising slowly and separating into much smaller but no less lethal balls of metal.

"You guys are seriously willing to go this far to test us huh?" X-17 shouted. Their silence was more worrying than the balls of metal that shot towards him in a split moment. He dropped to the ground and felt the air ripple above him as they shot past his body and embedded themselves into the wall. He saw her facial expression after, the way she closed her eyes and her face bunched up to cry. She wasn't a killer or anyone who would hurt someone on purpose. They were trying to make her into that. The anger swelled in his chest and before he knew it the world slowed down to a crawl. In a moment he was on his feet and racing towards the thick layer of glass their smug asses were behind.

The inhabitants were quite shocked when the glass crumbled in a blast that sent a wave of shards onto them. The girl he was supposed to fight let out a scream and ran, probably trying to get away from the scene Wall would cause that X-17's little stunt would never be able to rival. The scientist and Wall were alarmed at first but had gotten up and assessed themselves for any wounds while X-17 stood there panting. He felt proud for once in his life. He had used his powers for something that mattered. He had stood up for himself and the girl. Wasn't that what mattered?

His body was a canvas of purple blotches that were mostly on his chest but spread to his neck and even his jaw. He heard the other girl had received the same punishment and that made him feel even worse. He could say at least he tried, but there was no benefit of trying if nothing good came out of it.

He was asleep for most of the announcements since his body was trying to repair itself but he awoke to flashing lights and commotions outside.

"SIBLINGS X-23,Y-02, X-13, Z-81, Z-32, X-17, Y-10, Y-11, & Z-49, HEAD TO THE TOP OF THE BUILDING RIGHT NOW. RIGHT NOW. YOU GUYS HAVE EXACTLY 15 MINUTES. ATTACK ANYONE WHO TRIES TO IMPOSE ANY FORCE ON YOU. PANIC IF YOU HAVE TO. JUST GO!"

He paused for a moment to process what he just heard but his mind was too foggy. He ignored the voice on the intercom and curled into a tighter ball and tried to fall back asleep during the chaos going on around him. He tried but his curioustiy was peaked and the noise was too much to ignore. Who was causing this? What would be on the roof? Maybe it was a test to see who would obey commands and simply get their injections and go about their day instead of rebelling. If that was so, X-17 would easily fail. He slowly picked himself up using the wall to lean on until he was on his feet and moving. He avoided large groups of frantic people and hid behind corners while workers rushed past until he saw a staircase.

He was rewarded witha couple of people staring back at him.

"Is this the rooftop party?"

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mood: irritated




mentions: x-17.




interaction: x-17.




tags: slim

x-13.

what in the fuck. . .

"God, holy fuck. I'm done with this bullshit. Every single day, doing the same training, eating the same tasteless meals, wearing the same lame outfits. I want out of this shit hole."

The girl across from x-13 blinked openly, spoon halfway to her mouth as she raised an eyebrow. "You really need to watch your language," she commented before placing the spoon in her mouth.

"And you need to watch your shitty opinions, z-56." x-13. spat back, standing abruptly form the dinning table and grabbing her tray. She shot the girl one more look before walking away and heading towards the exit of the dinning hall. She was already late for her checkup anyway, but as x-13. dumped her food tray into the garbage can on the way out, she found that she didn't really care.

Today was especially shitty for sibling x-13. For everyone around her, however, it was just another routine day. It would've been like that for the girl if she hadn't woken up late with a throbbing headache and a sour mood, forcing herself to get out of her pod before her instructor came marching in an demanding where she was. Things didn't seem to get better as the day went on, either. Her training was off, her friends were busy with their own schedules, and x-13 was stuck in her bitter atmosphere for the rest of her time stuck in her plain training room. She snapped back at her instructor whenever she wanted to try something new, and eventually her trainer gave up and sent x-13. to the dinning hall for the last hour before she was scheduled for her injection.

Seventy minutes later and x-13 found herself storming out of the dinning room after shouting at one of her 'closer' friends. Who cares. She didn't need those fake assholes anyway.

Another routine checkup, thought x-13. as she walked through the halls, if this goes by quick enough then I'll just crash in my pod for the next eighty years.

-​

"X-13. Glad to see you here." The medical examiner greeted without glancing up at the door.

X-13. ungracefully rolled her neck at the doctor and walked over to the observation bed, plopping down and crossing her legs.

The doctor pressed on, messing with something on his desk. "Have there been any recent changes concerning your mood? How you feel? You mentioned the other day that you never feel tired, but this morning your trainer mentioned that you were feelings a bit groggy. Did you take anything last night that might have caused that reaction?"

He turned around, his question only being met with a glare. Unfazed, the doctor tapped his syringe and turned back to preparing for the injection. "Alright, so you know what to do. This will only take a few minutes, and then you'll be able to head to your pod early-"

"ATTENTION ALL WORKERS. CODE RED. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. CODE RED. SECURE ALL SIBLINGS TO THEIR PODS IMMEDIATELY. I REPEAT, SEC-"

The doctor paused, syringe in hand as he gazed up at the speaker with eyebrows scrunched in slight confusion. From the look on his face, x-13. suspected that this wasn't something that was planned.

Logically, x-13. stood up from her seat on the observation table and glanced at the exit door. From the sound of panic coming from the intercom and the resulting explosion echoing from the speaker, x-13. suspected that this wasn't just a normal test drill. Maybe if she could sneak out and cause a distraction, then there could be a way to get out of here-

"Stay where you're at." The voice of her examiner snapped, causing x-13. to stop where she stood. X-13. watched as his features hardened as he stomped over to the girl, syringe grasped tightly in hand. As he got closer, x-13. took a step back. Followed by another, and another, until she was only a few feet away from the exit door.

"SIBLINGS X-23,Y-02, X-13, Z-81, Z-32, X-17, Y-10, Y-11, AND Z-49, HEAD TO THE TOP OF THE BUILDING RIGHT NOW. RIGHT NOW. YOU GUYS HAVE EXACTLY 15 MINUTES. ATTACK ANYONE WHO TRIES TO IMPOSE ANY FORCE ON YOU. PANIC IF YOU HAVE TO. JUST GO!"

Shit. X-13. That was her fucking I.D.

The sound of boots hitting the floor grew loudly, and x-13 looked up at the doctor. It was as if the doctor never heard the second intercom, his obvious goal being to stop x-13. before she made her timely escape out of this shit fest.

X-13. made to grab for the door, only for the doctor to leap out and block her exit last second. The girl cursed outloud, shuffling back to the observation table as the doctor recovered and advanced on her again.

"You heard the intercom," he sneered, lifting up the syringe again. "You're heading back to your pod, weather you like it or not."

"No fucking way, dickhead." x-13. retorted back, bumping into the table next to the observation bed. She quickly glanced down, grabbing the nearest thing in her reach, which just happened to be a scalpel. She never remembered doctors having to use tools on siblings before, but before she could think more on that, x-13. brandished her weapon before the doctor could take another cautiously close step. The man stopped, glaring daggers at her. She stuck her tongue out in a mocking gesture before slowly turning towards the door again.

"We're going to do this my way," she said clearly, keeping a close eye on the man as she shuffled towards the exit with scalpel in hand. "I'm going to leave, and we're going to pretend that nothing happened."

The doctor scoffed at her, taking a step towards her despite the scalpel blocking him. X-13. clenched the weapon tighter, but that only seemed to cause the man to react. Dropping his syringe, the doctor leaped forward and stanched the tool from her hand. X-13. gasped, having no time to react as the man flipped the syringe around in his hand and imapled it deep into x-13.'s shoulder.

A small gasp escaped the girls mouth. Well, that was just an involuntary reaction. It took a moment of clear confusion to pass through her before she realized that no crippling pain was actually coming from the fucking scalpel sticking out of her shoulder.

The both of them paused for a moment. X-13. took that moment of distraction to her advantage.

Leaning her head back, x-13. rushed forward and made contact with the doctor's head. The man stumbled back, giving x-13. the opportunity to step back and grab the sheet pan on the table. In one swift motion, x-13. swung the pan across the man's face and watched as he dropped to the ground.

Frowning, x-13. dropped the pan to the ground before firmly pulling the scalpel out of her shoulder with a sickening squelch.

"Oh, fuck. That's gross." x-13. muttered with a grimace, poking uncomfortably at the hole in her shoulder as blood sluggishly dripped out and stained her shirt. As she tore her eyes away and glanced down at the doctor on the floor, x-13 figured she could deal with the whole shoulder situation later.

Tossing the scalpel to the floor, x-13. stepped over the unconscious man and swung open the doors of the examination room and strode into the hallway. There were already plenty of people gathered around the area, most of them with looks of confusion and discomfort plastered on their faces. Gritting her teeth, x-13. ignored them and paced herself down the hallways and towards the staircases. Top of the building. The intercom had mentioned the top of the building. Good thing she knew exactly how to get there.

It took several minutes of squeezing through panicked siblings and shouting workers before x-13. found the right flight of stairs.

By the time she was up the stairs, the dull pain on her shoulder was reduced to a small ache. When she glanced down, the hole was covered up by a healing scar. Odd. Well, it didn't matter. All the mattered right now was the fact that she would finally get out of this fucking place.

Up ahead, she noticed a group of people gathered at the top of the staircase.

One boy in particular said out loud, "Is this the rooftop party?"

X-13. shoved past the tall sibling and the two others, ignoring their confused looks and protests. "You fucking bet this is the rooftop party," she answered, stopping at the top of the steps. She paused, turning to look at the three standing there awkwardly.

"This is a good idea, right? We're not going to get shot down the moment we step out?"

. . . is going on?

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[deer]

CAELIA Z-49, INVISIBILITY

Her eyes fluttered open as it slowly adjusted to her surrounding. Blink. Blink. Darkness encompassed her frame as she looked up at the same forsaken ceiling of her pod like many days prior. Day after day, the routines came like clockwork. Tick. Tock. It was gray. Monotoned. Everything came as a trance and a force of motion. But, as the blood made its way around her veins, her body, and her heart, pumping in and out, Z-49 reminded herself that she was human, not just a sibling. The books she's read allowed her to escape and transcend time where it kept her mind grounded and sane. Z-49 dreamt of the day she could leave without a trace. She couldn't remember the days but as her hands reached up on the top of her pod, a small, grim smile appeared on her lips. It had been a month since she tried to make her escape. With a scoff, Z-49 shook her head. She was close to fleeing and the look on their faces were priceless! Regardless, she felt a breath of life course through her, reminding herself that she had been sent to her pod after checking her vital sides. Z-49 had been groggy, not remembering exactly what happened during her time out of her pod, but it was nothing new. The sedation was wearing off as her eyes widened in alert.

As Z-49 laid in her pod, preparing herself to be awoken from slumber, her eyes furrowed as she waited. Were those imbeciles slacking on the job? That was a first. Usually she would be watched like a hawk, a guard following her every move. Her wrist twitched as she moved her wrist in circular motion, trying to get a feel of her hands. Nothing was locked. Soon, she felt another itch before a twitch in her hands and body shocked her. Was this another moment of opportunity? The workers were late. They were never late. However, it was a relief to not be greeted by their faces when she first opened her eyes. The feeling of being strapped and the smell of leather fell through her nose as she swallowed her saliva, wanting to shake off the all-too familiar smell that seemed to be engraved in her mind and taste buds. Alas, no one was there to inject the calming serum. That's new. Today was different.

Her heart was pumped with excitement as she breathed in and out slowly, ready to make her move once more. She had been a "good and "obedient" sibling for far too long. Z-49 was aching to play again. What was going on? Something inside of her screamed. Not waiting any longer, Z-49 opened her pod open as she looked around, no one was in sight. Taking a deep breath, Z-49 maneuvered herself around, her foot slowly coming in contact with the ground. Her legs wobbled slightly as she tried to balance herself.

But, just as she found her footing, an announcement came over the intercom.

"ATTENTION ALL WORKERS. CODE RED. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. CODE RED. SECURE ALL SIBLINGS TO THEIR PODS IMMEDIATELY. I REPEAT, SEC--" BOOM!

With a jolt, Z-49 jumped slightly, her body going into a slight static shock as her heart raced against her chest. Her breathing became heavy as her eyes widened. Was she hearing correctly? Was that a boom? Code red? Z-49 looked around herself, furrowing her brows as she huffed, raising her hand in slight submission. She did nothing wrong. . . this time.

"SIBLINGS X-23,Y-02, X-13, Z-81, Z-32, X-17, Y-10, Y-11, & Z-49, HEAD TO THE TOP OF THE BUILDING RIGHT NOW. RIGHT NOW. YOU GUYS HAVE EXACTLY 15 MINUTES. ATTACK ANYONE WHO TRIES TO IMPOSE ANY FORCE ON YOU. PANIC IF YOU HAVE TO. JUST GO!"

Didn't have to tell her twice! The corners of her lips curved upright as a gleeful grin formed on her lips. The adrenaline rush coursed through her veins as her heart hammered against her chest. Fight or flight. Oh, she would have so much fun. How nice it felt to be alive as she could almost taste freedom. The young female was brimming with excitement and without a moment to lose, she ran.

Finally! She thought. Someone actually had a brain! Z-49 was so ready to go out that she nearly knocked into the glass door of her room, falling back on her arse. Growling under her breath, Z-49 shook off the initial impact as she banged against the glass-encased room she was trapped in. Ugh! She should have known that the workers took extra precautions to keep her locked in after her many, many attempt at escape. No one was around her. It was just her, in this stupid box. One would think she had a few loose screws, but not this time, she wasn't hearing things. She never felt more intact. Never felt more sane. She was going to be free.

Oh, come on ! Come on! Z-49 frustratedly said to herself as she continued to hit her hand agains the glassed walls. Her room was see-through and soon the lights of the building had cut off. The tint of green surrounded her as a red alarm blared in her room. "It's too loud! Loud!" She hissed loudly, covering her ears as she shook her head, closing her eyes. Please, make me invisible. Get me out of here! Before she knew it, she heard footsteps coming out of the elevator into the room she was in. Eyes widened, Z-49 tried to calm herself as she sat on the ground trying to calm herself down. She was excited, no, beyond that. It was an understatement of the century. But she needed it. An out. Breathe. Breathe. Focus. Focus!

Floop. Z-49 was rendered unseeable from top-to-bottom. Yes!

"Where. is. Z-49?" She heard in the distance, her eyes glancing over towards the worker who was grinding his teeth together and uttered every syllable of his words through his teeth.

Furrowing her brows, Z-49 looked around as she got up, waving her hands in the air as a cheshire grin displayed other lips. Blah Blah Blah She mocked the men, placing a hand on her hip as she stared.

"She was just here! I saw her!" A guard loudly called out, groaning in irritation before the worker opened the door to her room.

Bingo! Playfully, Z-49 strided up to the workers and guard that stood around in confusion. Standing face-to-face to the worker she hated, Z-49 made silly faces as she stuck her tongue out wanting to kick the man in his shin and where the sun didn't shine. And, without a thought, Z-49 took a step back, readying herself for the run of her life. Taking a deep breath, Z-49 steadied herself as she lowered her body, readying her stance in a running position. One. Two. Three. Go! And just like that, Z-49 zoomed through the worker and the guards like a bulldozer, bumping and pushing pass them as she cackled loudly. Her voice echoed in the laboratory as she closed the doors behind her room, locking the worker and guard inside. "Catch me if you can!" She hollered loudly.

As Z-49 quickly got into the elevator, she hummed softly to herself, tapping her foot against the ground. However, as she reached the floor of her destination, she watched from afar the chaos that displayed before her. Everyone looked frantic and everyone panicked. Z-49 was gleeful as she stared at what was displayed before her. Taking her time, Z-49 skipped past before grabbing a vase, grinning as she watched others stare at the floating vase. Trying to stifle a laugh, Z-49 clicked her tongue as she watched the pale faces of those around her who saw the floating vase. Oh, if only there was a camera!

But soon, playtime was over and she threw the vase against the medical equipment she saw in the hallway and crashed into a table filled with many syringes. As she fell, Z-49 lost control of her focus as she was now seen to the visible eye. Her bright, pastel blue hair floated as she fell backwards, groaning as she used whoever she fell over as cushion.

"Get that girl!" Someone screamed loudly.

Without thinking, Z-49 quickly pushed through the others, using her surroundings as help. Come on! She thought to herself, wishing she was invisible once more. But, to no avail. Z-49 continued throwing whatever was in her reach, some books, some trays and even more so, syringes that she stuck those who got too close to her. Her adrenaline was rushing and she was moving automatically, her brain was in surviving and making it through the chaotic mess that occurred in the laboratory.

"Her. . her body!" Another echoed behind her as Z-49 quickly glanced down at herself. Blinking in slight surprise, Z-49 didn't have time to admire her half visible and half invisibly body. Concentrate, kid! But, she couldn't all she could was think about fleeing, running away, and leaving this forsaken place. Tears started to envelop in her eyes as anxiety started to build in her system. She was slowly freaking out. With so many turns and so many people coming after her, she was slowly losing her breath. How much longer can she run for?

"Coming through! Can't see me! Can't touch this!" Before she knew it, she topped over a desk that was laid in the middle of the hall. Yelping loudly, Z-49 flipped over, her blue air flowing in front of her as her eyes glared underneath the red and green lights. The sounds were getting to her head as a headache slowly built. Trying to distance herself from the sound and from what was going on around her, Z-49 slowly took a deep breath. One. They were coming closer. Two Hands were reaching towards her. Three Z-49 kicked and flailed whoever approached her, almost biting the hand that reached towards her shoulder. Finally! Only her head was shown as the rest of her body was unseeable which only caused the workers to step back in confusion. Her blue hair slowly transitioned its colour, turning into a lighter purple as her hazel eyes beamed under the light as her eyes glared at those around her.

Using the worker's stumped expression and antics as an opportunity, Z-49 quickly kicked the worker's shin as she fled finally finding another elevator that should take her to the floor she needed to be on. As a 'bobble head', Z-49 gripped her fist together, preparing herself for whatever appeared through the elevator. However, she was greeted with no one and soon took off only to find herself seeing more Siblings.

At hearing a question as she approached, Z-49 frowned, "Move it or lose it the lot of you!" She called out towards them, her expression darkened as she looked behind and right back at the others. "Shot or not, taking a risk beats than staying here." Z-49 said loudly as her body was invisible to the naked eye and the others could only see a lavender head and piercing hazel eyes staring at them. Tilting her head to the side, she watched as the others looked at her, "Never seen a female before?"

And just like that Z-49 tried to push pass the others and opened the door to the rooftop.

tags: vesania , slim , beebim , boo. , logastellus , nymphadora.

 

[logastellus]

X-23,Shantell

Telekinesis

© southside

mood: confused>scared>irritated

location: hallway>roof

tags: vesania deer slim beebim nymphadora. boo.

"Shit shit shit" those were the words that came out of her mouth as she ran down the hall heading towards the stairs that lead to the rooftop. Her heart was racing a million times faster than when they would have her on the treadmill. Her legs were doing five times the running and frankly, she hated it. But once she heard the alarm go off and her name be called through the intercom she knew that it was time for her to leave this hellhole. She quickly turned left and just as she was going to increase her speed she came to a complete stop which resulted in her falling and spraining her ankle. Holding back her expression of pain she looked up to see a group of armed guard pointing their weapons at her. "Specimen X-23, come calmly and quietly and we will refrain from using force on you" The leader of the group in the middle of everyone has his weapon pointed straight at her head. Trying to calm her shaking hands she slowly pushed herself off the ground just enough to sit her upright and face the guards. She remained looking at the ground contemplating if she should just give up or put up a fight. She remembered all the experiments...the needles and the restless nights. Waking up screaming or in a night sweat, she also remembered what some of the guards would do to her at night and some of those guards were standing right in front of her. She softly mumbled something that only she could hear but the guards saw her lips move but couldn't comprehend what she was saying. "What did you say??" The leader said in a deep commanding tone. "I said...you fucked with the wrong black girl!!" She growled looking up her soft brown eyes turned a striking gold filled with rage. She lifted her hand up and watched as the guns were quickly snatched from the guard's hands thus displaying confused looks on their faces. She formed a slight smirk on her face watching the looks on the guard's face as they watched their guns floating in the air. "No longer will I be your toy to poke and probe at...no longer will I be something you can have your fan and way with..." Her smirk was removed when she saw the fear in their eyes as the floating guns were turned in their directions pointing at them. She quickly closed her hand into a fist as she heard the trigger click releasing the magazine of bullets straight at the guards. Her eyes stayed fixated on the bodies that were falling to the ground blood pooling around them as their last breathes were stripped from their bodies. She sighed quickly moving her hand to head hoping to stop the dizziness and headache. Quickly standing up she held in a groan from the excruciating pain that shot around her ankle, looking down at her now swollen ankle she growled and began limping her way to the roof. Slamming the roof door with her shoulder she fell hard on her shoulder and groaned panting finally arriving at the intended location looking around the top of the building she looked up at a tall dreaded haired man, and two females...one blue haired and the other looking very irritated. Supporting herself with just her upper body she glared at all of them her eyes still golden. "I don't know who you three are or what the hell you two are doing but I have a sprained ankle and I need help so...enough with slapping your gums and help me off this goddamn floor!!!" She was very irritated and if anyone of them were to come for her in anyway they will be in for a whole lot of trouble.

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