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Without realising, Kate moved closer to her cell door, leaning on the bars while listening to the others answer for the favoutite colour question, a soft smile planted on her lips. Another 'favorite something' question was asked from Jon and Kate hummed to herself quietly while trying to think of an answer, listening to the group while doing so. While hearing their replies Kate relised she'd never had any of those foods, she was a picky kid, most kids we're. Kate didn't even crave the taste of food after a while of being here, but listening to the others describing meals, it felt like she just got her appatite back. now she would kill to have anything besides the gross baby food like meals they had here.

Kate thought back to the question, she did remember having pancakes for breakfast sometimes, and she never realised how much she missed them. Kate replied, decideing to talk in great detail like the others as she found it kind of funny, "Pancakes" Kate said dramatically, "fluffy and sweet with maple syrup and different fruits chopped up on top, maybe some chocloate chips as well, and a big glass of orange juice with it" She sighed at the end, almost regretting talking about food as she suddently felt starving.
 
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Adria Camden

‘You guys are fancy. All these seasonings? What does rosemary or spicy honey even taste like?’ Adria laughed. ‘Anyway, I like elk. And venison and fowl. But elk is my favorite. I started liking it a lot more—all of my food really—when I figured out how to properly butcher and cook an animal, but that’s beside the point. Just, like, make a fire, chop it up into chunks and put ‘em on a stick. Elk-kebab. Then if it’s winter, pack the rest in some clean snow and you’ve got leftovers for a month.’

Dammit. She was falling victim to the very thing she’d tried to avoid.

Adria loved the feel of real air, of sun, of rain. The focus and determination of hunting. The satisfaction of burying arrows halfway into a tree, and the convenience of never having to gather them. The constant background noise from everything—the winter was the quietest, but even then it was never truly silent. The rustle of brush, and the crack of twigs underfoot. She loved it all. And she missed it all.

The realization hit her like a bullet.

She would probably die missing them.

‘Ugh,’ Adria muttered. ‘nostalgia…’

Jagson Jagson Feralstryker Feralstryker Mina_May Mina_May _gallifrog_ _gallifrog_
 
Jon's mouth watered as he heard what they where describing. "Me I'd like a burger. Off the grill not done enough that it isn't burned but done enough that it doesn't say moo. A ring of ketchup that goes around the burger. All American cheese on top of it melted perfectly. Two juicy tomatoes and a crisp layer of lettuce. Now as for the bun it doesn't need to be perfect. It is not the star of the show it's only there to hold it together." He closed his mouth realizing he might've gone a little too far describing it. "Anyways I'm going to bed. See you guys in the morning
 
Kate couldn't hold back a quiet giggle, she didn't know why but she found how everyone was talking about food amusing. She kept leaning on the bars, her eyelids starting to feel heavy as a yawn escaped her. Jon then said he was going to bed and Kate replied drowsily, "Me too, hopefully we'll be able to find each other in the morning" before slowly standing up and walking over to her bed, getting under the thin blanket which provided absolutely no warmth and fluttering her eyes closed.

Kate started to drift off, the corner of her lips in a slight smile.
 
The descriptions of food by his cellmates made Dex painfully aware of how hungry he was. Prison food consisited of whatever took the least amount of effort and provided just enough nutrients to keep the inmates alive, but not enough to keep the fully fed. Hunger pains were torturous for Dex when he first was thrown in the fcaility, but now they were just a way of life. From the desciptions of the others it seemed that they all (bar Kate) missed meat.

But eventually they all started to get sleepy, Jon and Kate being the first to clock out. Dex decided to do the same. "I'll try to get some sleep too" He said out loud, the rest of the sentence he kept to himself "and hopefully I dont get plagued by nightmares and wake you guys up with my terror filled screaming"

Dex had never suffered from nightmares as a child, but as he grew older certain events caused him to experience nightmares more and more frequently. Being incarcerated in the facility only made things worse. Devoid of stimulous during the day his brian made up for it at night, putting Dex though hypervivid scenes that felt indistuinguishable from reality. He would eake up screaming, drenched in sweat and back when he still slept on the bed he would often fall off it onto the hard ground.

Sleeping with his hair over his face and part of the balnket in his mouth helped muffle the noise, but that tactic was unreliable at best. Dex lay himself down on the ground, one knee bent up towards his chin, the other leg straight. His long hair covered his face and he pulled the balnket over himself. The blanket was scratchy and not very warm, but he was used to it by now. Sleep eventually took him and his breathing slowed as he was overcome by fatigue.

Jagson Jagson (Jon) Feralstryker Feralstryker (Chad) Mina_May Mina_May (Kate) Spazzycat101 Spazzycat101 (Adria)
 
Adria Camden

Sleep sounded like a good idea. Probably the best right now. Avoiding the rush of dread that came from waking up from a pleasant dream to still be here wasn’t worth the exhaustion. And the time asleep was less time consciously here, she supposed.

‘Yeah,’ She wadded up the thin blanket and made a makeshift hood to cover her eyes from the constant green light and lay down. ‘I think I’ll clock out too. Nighty-night, everyone. Get a good sleep for the rigorous day of nothing we’ve got ahead of us,’ she laughed. ‘See you all tomorrow.’
 
The next day Jon waked up to the green light. He stood up and yawned. A guard watched him as he put on the standard all white shirt and pocketless pants uniform for the prisoners. He let out a breath as he was escorted to the cafeteria for breakfast. The day's special runny oatmeal and stale toast. He took a seat near a window and watched as the other inmates walked in
 
Dex didn't escape the nightmares, try as he might. He woke screaming, the kind of scream that is wrenched from deep within. It was filled with anguish and pain and desperation and fear and hopelessness. Whatever Dex was dreaming it was impacting him on many levels. He wasn't just screaming for his life he was screaming for somebodys else's too. The sound of his screams bounced off the walls, echoing and reverberating around the cells.

He woke, sweat dripping down his back, saturating the t-shirt he was wearing. Dex just sat there immobile, his head in his hands, the remains of tears sliding down his face.

Eventually he recovered and dressed in fresh clothes. His shirt was black, the colour representing the year he had been brought to the facility? Or that he was more dangerous than the others? Or maybe it was just becaus ehe would destoy whote hsirts with nightmare sweat and the people in charge were too stingy to keep getting new stuff for him? In other words Dex didn't know.

He made his way to the lunch hall. Todays delicacy was runny gloop and a stale kind of charred lump that might once have been bread. Delightful. He scanned the room. There! He saw a patch of white blond hair sitting alone at a table by the window. Dex walked over and sat opposite Jon, his smoky grey eyes sizing him up.

Dex's red hair came down past his shoukders and was surprisingly thick and volumous for somebody who had spent tha past two years in prison. His skin was naturally tan, but the dark circles around his eyes were visible. He looked tired, shell shocked, angry and depressed all at the same time. "Jon, I presume?"

Jagson Jagson (Jon) Feralstryker Feralstryker (Chad) Mina_May Mina_May (Kate) Spazzycat101 Spazzycat101 (Adria)
 
Chad's meager attempt at a resumed rest from his recent nightmarish remembrance defining the reason of his being within this cold and stale establishment proved fruitless, the raven haired male resorting to simply meditating or pacing restlessly along the borders of his walls. His limped ached to run free among the varying rolling hills he had once revered within his old life, his naturally energetic being not accustomed to the sudden confined living space. It was just when he had given up and finally began to doze that the man was awaken with a shrill scream originating from the cell to his left. Form jumping from the sudden noise, Chad forced his rapid beating heart to finally lessen, adrenaline slowly fading from his veins as he carefully stood and waited for the moment to pass.

Such a reaction was almost laughable to the man, for this had not been the first night he had lied witness to the poor soul's torment. 'Dex' he mentally corrected to himself after a second thought towards the matter. He couldn't imagine what harsh nightmares plagued his soul in such a way to constantly ward such a harsh reaction. Flashes of his own dreams forced their way into his still sleep hazed thoughts before he forced them away with a shake of his head. Perhaps upon their meeting, they could somehow work together to find ways of staving off both of their torturous nights together; should the man be willing that is.

Giving a soft sigh as the halls once again faded to silence, Chad carefully made his way over to his usual corner within his own cell before finally resting his eyes once more. Of course, the moment didn't last long until harsh banging on the bars of his chamber once again brought the Meta on the alerts, piercing eyes glaring hatefully towards the three guards that stool cautiously outside.

'So they brought cattle prods this time.' he thought with a roll of his eyes as one of the holders harshly undid the locks to his cell and slowly stepped inside.

"Yeah yeah..." he grumbled while begrudgingly rising to his feet. "You could at least allow me the curtesy of dressing alone."

When his words, unsurprisingly, fell upon deaf ears; Chad shrugged off the tattered tank and pants in exchange for their usual attire of a plain white shirt and
worn black potentially cargo pants. Giving the guards a teasing wink and small smirk as he rummaged into the clothing, he bent down with the intention of snagging his smuggled black coat and boots when a gloved hand harshly landed near his own. Letting out a near snarl in protective irritation, Chad immediately swung his fist till it struck harshly to the side of the ballsy guard's face with a satisfying crack. Reclaiming goods and holding them carefully within his arms, the meta narrowed his eyes in warning at the remaining two that stood in ready, cattle prods held out to him like a rifle.

"The coat and boots...stay. That's all I have fucking asked every damn day I've been here." he spoke harshly while glaring towards the third guard that finally rose to his feet, right hand gingerly covering his quickly swelling cheek. The spoken articles have been all that remained of his previous life, his family. His weary and tattered mind clinging to the inanimate objects like a life line through this entire endeavor. Pointingly putting on his remaining clothing, he then placed his hands knowingly behind his back, the weight of hand cuffs clothing around them quick to follow.

The sudden jolt as a prod was brought harshly to his right knee sent Chad kneeling, the quick to follow kick to his ribs forcing a strangled cough from his chest as his lungs fought for air.

"All this time and you still have yet to learn your place, monster." was the gruff words that followed as the men hoisted him to his feet. "We will break you soon enough." Their leading escort ushered before the meta was forced forwards, the two other guards remaining by his side as they brought him towards the worn iron doors leading to the makeshift cafeteria. Another harsh kick to his back brought him the rest of the way through the doors, the leading guard spitting to the floor before walking off, leaving the other lackeys to temporarily remove his cuffs and be replaced with a second set, his arms allowed to rest forwards for eating purposes. "Thanks gentleman." he spoke sarcastically, his ribs still burning as he forced his way past their still crowding forms, tired eyes scanning the other inhabitants for anyone familiar.

Eyes lighting at they roamed over the familiar descriptions of what was be...what was it? Jon and Dex. Rolling his shoulders with as much as he could amidst the confines of his restraints, Chad snagged his portion of the poorly serves concoction that was to he his breakfast before making his way over their two waiting forms.

"Jon and Dex, is that correct?" Chad questioned with a small amount of internal confirmation as he carefully sat on one of the parallel benches that rose beneath the steel table tops. "Name's Chad, it is a pleasure to officially meet the both of you." he introduced in a friendly and welcoming manner.
 
Kate's eyes shot open from the loud, terrified screams of someone in one of the many cells. She sat up in her hard bed quickly and looked out of her cell, not being able to see who was so disstressed. Though she had an idea. The screaming was coming from where one of the prisoners talked from the night before. Kate could only sit in bed and listen with saddened eyes. It stopped, and Kate was going to ask if they were okay, but the sudden chuck of fresh clothes into her cell from bored looking guards stole her attention. She picked them up quickly and changed in the corner of the room, where she wasn't visable to the cells in front of hers. Changing would be so much easier in here if I had my powers back... Kate thought to herself.

When Kate finished she stepped out of her cell and started to walk towards the lunch hall, grabbed a plate of the... whatever it was, and looked around for anyone who matched the descriptions of yesterday. When she saw a group of three guys, some who she thought matched her mental image of them, she smiled slightly and speed walked over, shuffling out of the way of other prisoners still walking around. "Um hey" She said awkwardly once she reached the table, still standing just in case she got the wrong group, "I'm Kate".
 
Adria Camden

‘HOLy macaroons what the hell!’ Adria reacted to being jarringly woken by someone’s anguished screams. I mean, it’s not like he didn’t warn them.

Adria slept easily, but slept light. So she woke up several times throughout the night, only because she was able to so easily fall asleep again after.

The morning was unpleasant. As they usually did, the guards stood far back from Adria’s door, taser-batons at the ready. And as she usually did, Adria remained eerily, unnervingly calm during the whole process of being escorted to breakfast.

Down the hall she saw guards beat another prison mate of hers rather brutally.

‘Broken?’ She started a very convincing maniacal giggle, directed mostly at the guards who were busy beating the living shit out of a prisoner. ‘I don’t think you really want to see what happens when we break.’ She emphasized the last consonant and punctuated it with a disturbing twitch of her head. ‘Of course, I mean, it’ll probably end with more than just us broken. Because powers or not, I can break a lot of things.’ Adria maintained the eerie, high tone and disturbing tilt of her head as she was marched along. ‘But that’s up to you.’ The guard she was staring threateningly at raised his weapon as if it were the only thread of life he had in the face of the ‘lunatic meta.’

‘Stop that!’

Adria complied, and maintained eye contact until the guard pulled the trigger on his weapon. Somehow, through sheer willpower, Adria didn’t fall to the floor, only doubled over. It was several seconds before she straightened up again, but when she did, her grin looked ever more demented.

Man, it was really fun to exercise even as small a degree of influence as this on the people with power.

In the lunch room she assumed her ordinary behavior and expression and looked around half-heartedly for the people who had described themselves last night. When she spotted them, she sat down with her tray of unidentifiable, probably inedible ‘food.’

‘Sorry about not being able to stop the guards from beating the ever-loving life outta you,’ she addressed the person with the weird tattoo down their arm. ‘But hopefully they’re disturbed enough that they won’t try it again if I’m there. Fingers crossed. Anyway, nice to meet you all face-to-face.’
 
Dex's eyes widened at the sight of Chad, he had looked awful before hand (sleep deprived, with dark circles arouns his eyes and a scrape across the backs of his hands from clawing at the ground as he screamed), but somehow he managed to look even worse. His face drained of colour and his grey eyes widened in shock. His face was a mix of shock, disbelief, terror and sadness. He looked (for lack of a better description) like he had seen a ghost.

In fact for that split second Dex thought that Chad was indeed a ghost from his past. Chad bore a striking resemblance to somebody he once knew but as he looked closer he could see that Chad was different. His hair was shorter for a start, his body shorter and the colour of his eyes was wrong. But the resemblance unnerved him.

He dropped his gaze, his face quickly returning back to normal as the two girls arrived. He had to admit that Adria had spunk from what he had heard from her last night and this morning when the guards were laying it into Chad, he respected that. He nodded at each of them as they arrived, but didnt say anything.

Scooping up some of the soggy oatmeal with one slim fingered hand, he began to chew slowly. He rolled the gloop around in his mouth, trying to make it seem like there was more food than there actually was. It was bland, unnaturally so. One hand was beneath the table, carefully bending away at the table top suports with his spoon handle.

"So, what's the plan?"

Jagson Jagson (Jon) Feralstryker Feralstryker (Chad) Mina_May Mina_May (Kate) Spazzycat101 Spazzycat101 (Adria)
 
Jon looked at each of them recognizing their voices. He whispered so that only they could hear. "Alright we're going to make a run for it. "from some sleepless nights I've come to realize that the neutralizers turn off for about five minutes each night. If we can time it perfectly we might be able to break out and get a head start before any of the other guards are able to find out."
 
Kate sat down after confirming to herself she was with the right group of people. She was too nervous to look up at them so she kept her head down, her long dark hair covering the sides of her face in doing so. She began dipping the hard bread into the gross looking bowl of mush, listening to the others while doing so. God I probably seem so weird Kate thought, wishing she was better at socialising. Not seeing people's faces must have made this easier for her yesterday. She hadn't talked to others for a long time, and sitting with a group made bad memories from this place seep into her mind. It was when Adria spoke about guards beating someone that she looked up from the table slightly, taking the first real look at the group of people, when her eyes spotted Chad who was oviousily beaten. Kates eyes softened sadly, she never even tried to rebel against the guards anymore, seeing those who still tried made her heart sink, as well as her head, as she went back to silently staring at her food and ocasionay taking a bite of the cardboard like bread.

"So, what's the plan?" Dex said. Kate stopped eating and pasued, not sure what he meant. Then she heard Jons words of breaking out her eyes widened. They're kidding right... she thought to herself, more memories of when she was an ignorant and hopeful child flashing in her mind. Kate just stayed silent from shock, not knowing what to say and instead waiting for the reactions of the others.
 
Adria Camden

‘Wait, plan?’ Adria spoke quietly through a mouthful of ‘food.’ ‘I didn’t think you actually meant it.’ After a pause, she continued.

‘But if we are gonna actually get out of here, we need a better plan than ‘run for five minutes.’ I can get us out of the cells easy if the green thingy is off, but we still have to get out of the facility. And we don’t know where we are. If we’re in the northern hemisphere, it’s winter, but how much that’ll affect us depends on geography. So,’ She took another bite of bread. ‘Any of you have any clue where we are? If not then figuring that out has to be apart of the mission so we can know what to expect outside. ‘Making a run for it’ is ineffective if we don’t know what we have to get through.

‘Of course, figuring out the layout of the facility itself is top priority. If we know that, then we know where to go to get out, where to go if we need to, like, steal a vehicle, or equipment, or screw with security and what have you. Speaking of which, what’s the range on the neutralizes? If they’re effective within all the walls of the facility and not just the cells and cafeteria, then we should disable them too. Which would cause havoc, which would give us a nice distraction to keep attention off of us.’

A hunter is nothing if not thourough. If there was an operation to be staged, it should be done with as little chance of failure as one could get. At least that was Adria’s philosophy; she hadn’t lived in the smokies for a year and a half by figuring things out as she went along.
 
Jon nodded. He looked at the group and thought it over. "Well we could volunteer for things " he whispered. "Like one of us does laundry, we ask questions and gather information. Maybe some one could.... No that might be going a little too far." He said.
 
Kira sat within her cell playing around with the braids of her hair as she twirled it between her fingers, Humming t herself with a little melody of old that her mother hand once taught her. It was soft and rhythmic but easy enough to fall asleep to. There has been a lot to think about to think about the night before and it was playing around in her mind before the door opened. Picking herself up within silence as the haunting voice in her head went off once more.
"What you gonna do this time? Run? No running away from this all, remember that."
Rolling her eyes to the backside comments in her mind, she made her way to breakfast and looked around for the few specific people she knew that she had to find. Grabbing her food, the girl finally sat herself down in a rather simplistic fashion. Looking to each and every person and taking in who they were, she could see it all. See what they were while also seeing behind that, feeling the presences that stood with them even though they couldn't see them. Their ancestors, their dead loved one and those they didn't even know. Sighing to herself she spoke clearly and with a softened tone.
"If we are to run, I hope you are all rather quick on your feet. Straggling behind costs time and time is not something you can afford when running away from something."

While she was blunt in what she said, she knew it to be true. One wrong move and a plan as such could fall the pieces in moments, it was a, terrible thought. But it was one she knew they must all realize could happen during such a daring event. Taking a bite out from her bread she didn't say anything else but smiled sweetly as she took in the dull tastes of the wheat and corn that made up the food. It was little, but it was what kept her alive after all.
 
Sometime's super speed was a blessing, other times it was a curse. As a cause of his greater stamina and healing capabilities, Rudy didn't need as much sleep as many of his peers, but rather the most important part of sustaining himself was his diet. One that was far greater than any of his peers. At the moment though, the problem was because of the fact of how little sleep he needed, he was often taken from his cell at the earlier hours, and tested for the extend of his speed.

"Steady improvement in subject's overall speed and agility. Should clock the speed of sound by the following week. Testing completed for the day." Spoke one of the lab coated scientists watching Rudy from outside the glass cage he was kept in like some sort of zoo animal. Inside, Rudy had multiple buttons pressed up all over his temple and chest, and breathed in and out quickly while leaning down on the high-tech treadmill. "Releasing subject into main prison." Called another scientist, though Rudy couldn't hear from through the glass. Instead, he read their lips, a skill he'd picked up after years of being tested like this.

The sound of a large fridge opening was what it was like when the boundary between glass container and scientist observation deck was open. Two guards in teal-blue nurse attire and masks came up from Rudy on either side, picking up the limp teen with ease.
"Easy boys... You'll fuck up my hair." He laughed, and spat on one of the masks of the guards. "When will you learn Rudolph? Power like yours is weaponry. Think of what you could achieve in the military in a couple years. Project... well, project "you" is for the greater good." Said a voice that only grew as the main scientist in the white entered the room. Dr. Roscolov. "I just feel like a fucking animal. What, you come all the way over here to pet me, daddy?" Rudy scoffed, followed swiftly by a backhand from the head scientist. "You will address me as doctor or not at all you filthy scum. Fortunate the Russians didn't get you. I'm only here to administer the shots, so stay still, would 'ya?" That was it, until the needle was forced down his arm, and he blacked out.

***

Rudy woke up again in his cell, and in an instant, was standing at the bars of the cell, waiting for them to buzz open. The better part of the prison were the relationships he got to make while there, and that was what had Rudy so eager to leave the cell. "BEEP" sounded the doors, and they retreated slowly, but just a sliver of space was enough for Rudy. In literally a second, he was able to grab a plate, some nasty prison food, and join the others at one of the free spots at the table.

"What're we doin'? Planning an escape? Like the show- Prison Break? I watch it at my computer time. Don't you guys? It's amazing. Check it out. All of ya- actually. I don't know if it's all your types. You like action? Drama? Romance? It's yours- oh wait. The topic. Prison Break. How are we breaking out?" Rudy blurted out. He spoke quickly and energetically, a side effect at time moving slightly slower for him than it did the rest. Blurting out so many ideas was also another side effect of thinking so fast, and wanting to get it all out at once. "My bad for spitting so much. Do I know everybody here? Some new faces." He said, scanning the table, clearly eager to make some new friends.
 
The routine was the same. Wake up, get dressed, eat, rethink your life choices and sleep, at least that’s how it was for Donna. Deprived of sunlight, it stopped her growth, took her hope and sapped her happiness.

For the countless days she was in this hell, Donna kept to herself. Last night she heard voices but ignored them. Her hair was a dull green, the flowers in them had wilted and her eyes had holes underneath. Sleep wasn’t always available, thanks to that annoying light.

Today was a day like any other, Donna got up, got dressed and slumped her way to the tables. Normally the girl would sit on her own, but there was a small group on one of the seats. Her curiosity growing, Donna made her way there and sat down, her ears picking up some words.

“-breaking out?"

Donna’s eyebrows raised in surprise. They were breaking out? The chances were low that they would make it but for the first time in countless days, Donna had a seed of hope planted in her.

“Are..We really breaking out?”

Even in the whisper, Donna’s voice was croaked and exhausted, like someone who hadn’t spoken in a long time, which was the case. She would give anything to be out in the sun again.
 
Chad gave a respectful nod towards the newcomers that slowly gathered around their once empty table in a steady fashion, battered frame working carefully not to appear overly tense with the unease of the crowd. Forcing a toothy grin towards the red haired prisoner that eyed him with particular interest, he then returned his gaze towards the already cold food that rested on the rusted metal tray by his hands. He wasn't used to being circled by friendly faces, his nerves adopting the equivalence of a cornered beast. 'Easy...' he thought to himself with small reassurance towards his animalistic instincts, 'they aren't here to fight you.'

Chad listened as the converse of escape began to erupt in quiet fervor, eyes focused on taking care of the gnawing hunger that grew persistently within. Wrinkling his nose towards the dull and reused plasticwear he was given as a utensil, the raven haired man quickly forwent the tool in exchange for downing the slimy meal directly from the bowl like one would finish milk from a bowl of cereal. Forcing down his gag reflex from the distasteful texture, Chad lowered his now empty bowl with a sigh, blinking his now calm gaze towards the ever growing group of Metas. There were 3 newcomers now, two females and an overly energetic male. 'At least one of us is a little enthusiastic towards this endeavor.' he noted with slight amusement before giving a welcoming smile towards the three in question.

"If it is a layout you seek, I already have a way of assisting towards the matter, thought this relies on the small window of time those blasted lights falter at night." he spoke.

As the meta spoke, a small tug at the heel of his boot brought the man's attention towards the floor, a small brown rodent sniffing persistently at the floor. The small creatures that shared the prison these young individuals were forced to call home were often met with little regard towards the prisoners and guards alike. 'Figures' he quickly noted. 'Not like these fowl insects are too concerned about hygiene or anything...' Giving the rat a small smile, Chad carefully lowered a chunk of his bread onto the floor, the grain quickly being snatched up into its greedy paws before it scuttled to a corner of the room.

"Rats." he announced once the rodent was gone. "This place is filled with them, thanks this place's low cleanliness standards. I'm sure most of you are in unawares, but I share a particularly special bond with just about any living thing that roams with a heartbeat. Thoughts...communications...even linking completely with animals are my specialty, and that includes the various rodents that inhabit this area." he informed while chewing eagerly into what remained of his bread.

"However, those lights block out my ability to communicate, which is where that block out comes into play. I've practiced with these creatures before; they are fairly simple creatures, their entire state of being is driven purely by instinct. This means that within my practice with enough focus, I can link with up to 10 of them. That precious 5 minute window will be more than enough time for me to get a descent layout of the place from multiple perspectives at once. It may take two of these blackouts for a detailed map to be forged, but if your looking for that along with a description of the patrol rotations of the guards...I'm your guy." he confirmed, his once dull and pained eyes now alight with a fire that he hadn't felt since before he was contained within this establishment.

While finishing his proposal, the meta cast a careful eye towards the rest of the small cafeteria, eyes narrowed for any signs that indicated that a guard caught awares of their unusual gathering. When nothing out of sorts sprung forth to him, he softened his gaze before retuning his attention back towards his new companions.

Chad suddenly blinked with a small amount of consideration before continuing. "This action isn't without consequence, however." he noted. "Depending on the length and severity of the link...I often lose control of my own sense of awareness...my humanity basically. Some episodes last longer than others depending on the situation...just wanted you guys to be in awares in case something happens on my end." he finished cautiously.
 
Dex listened as the others spoke. Adria was right, five minutes was a slim margin, too slim for Dex's liking. There had to be a way to extend this time. His eyes darkened as he thought, his front teeth gnawing away at a spot on the left hand side of his lip. Judging by the marks there and the fact that the colour of that area of his lip was different, this was clearly a fequent habit.

He was so deep in his thoughts that he wasnt aware of the other joining him until one of them had the nerve to spew globs of spit and chewed up food over him. With an expression of undisguised disgust, he wiped his face clean with the back lf his hand. Dex dimly registered the spots of blood on his hand.

Chad's explantion of his abilities was extremely detailed and some of the details were unnecessary. It did however, prove what Dex had already figured out from his time on the run, that all the metas power came with serious backlashes, and the more they used them, the worse they got. Their powers were the definition of a blessing and a curse.

He hadnt asked to be born with powers, none of them had. Yet here they were, suffering for something that had been caused by some quirk in their genetic code. Destined to be poked and proded like lab mice, until they died.......or something worse happened. Well Dex would rather die than spend his life in the facility.

"This facility is located in the mountains, one road in or out. Leave the mountain and you are in miles of vast, empty wilderness, there are no towns of any sort near here. You can survive in the wilds, I've done it before. Although that isn't the real problem, the real problem is avoiding being recaptured. You've seen what these guys have at their disposal, we'd be hunted like dogs after an escape. Plus, I think they might have put trackers in us. The amount of times we've been tranked and woken up in strange places, its too good an opportunity not to tag us." he pasued, before continuing. "the best place to find a way into is the control centre. Thta place would have feeds to all the cameras, as well as access to lockdown protocals and maybe even the controls of the neuralisers themselves. If we could get access to there we could control the whole prison."

There was a fire in his eyes now, that hadnt been there earlier. Even in his sleep deprived state, he was scheming. And his little speech was just the beginning
 
Adria Camden

After Adria said her piece, another couple of people sat near them. One commented on stragglers. The other suddenly launched into a chatter. It felt like she had gotten whiplash. More people gathered around.

‘Excellent. A rough idea is better than nothing. If you can, prioritize figuring out some control center over the exits—we can get the latter from the former as well as screw with stuff. Also, what kind of mountains, do you know? Snowy, rocky, wooded, what? And with as many of us as there are, we could put up a fair fight, I bet. If all of you want to come.’ She addressed the last few words to the speed-talker and green girl. She assumed that the red-headed woman was already in.

If they were chipped, though, that would prove a problem. If she knew where the chip was, a little slicey-slicey would take care of that, probably. If she knew.

‘So real quick, what can everyone do? When the lights go out, what’ve we got?

‘You have the thing with the animals, so you can figure out the layout of the place. I can, like, make stuff? I guess. And enhanced strength. So I can pop the cells and other doors open. I can also take a few in a fight.’ Adria looked to the rest of the small crowd.
 
"Enthusiastic?! 'Course I am, who knows how fast I can clock on open road instead of a treadmill?" He said half-jokingly, and somewhat curious. Rudolph fell silent now as the older guys of the group spoke, and with an authority he clearly admired. One he'd hope to adopt in his own characteristics if he could get a hold of his self-control. At the moment, he listened eagerly, his feet tapping against the floor appeared more like a blur to whoever was looking at it. But he was clearly interested.

The mismatch coloured hair boy spoke first, explaining his ability and how his connection with wildlife, especially the prison's rats could help formulate a usable map. Everybody seemed on board, and it seemed he was just as well-versed in his abilities as the prison scientists were. All Rudy knew was that he could run fast, and heal pretty quickly too. "Talking to animals? Sick..." He muttered under his breath, nodding while he spoke. If this guy was able to make a proper map, the only problems left were how and where they could escape from. Another red-haired man at the table took the wheel, and at word of the control center, Rudy's eyes lit up and he patted the table with speed, another blur where his hands should've been. His goggles jangled over his chest, and he rose slightly over the table, leaning forward towards Dexter while allowing space for the rest.

"The control room- I've seen it. Every morning at like- 4?" He paused for a second, and nodded frantically with a smile. "4am in the morning the guards remove the shackles in my cell so I can run and move again, they run all sorts of tests for me for hours before putting me back in the cell and I wake up again with you guys. Where they run their experiments- that hall, I've seen the main control center there. But I dunno how to free all of you guys so you can come with me- I do know if you wanted me to, I'm fast enough to get a decent head start on the guards, hopefully fry some wires and disable whatever dampens our powers in the cell!"

With that, Rudy sat back down, before raising his hand quickly once again like a child in a classroom. "Err.. My powers are super speed, and my name's Rudolph. Not the reindeer." He tried a joke, a pink blush forming on his pale cheeks. He smoothed over some white hair hanging over his face, nodding at the girl who'd asked the question before waiting for the others to answer to her too.
 
Donna tilted her head. Gosh, these people were serious. The sudden appearance of a rat made her shiver. Rats could eat anything, plants included and she didn’t want one eating her roots.She listened with interest to what the raven haired man had to say. Talking to animals was useful, especially in a place filled with them.

Donna tried to look for vegetables on her meal. Only a pea, which she popped in her mouth and pushed her plate away. It seemed she had to chew her hair again. Donna shivered at the though. She only resorted to that in desperate times, which was every once in a while. The red head began to speak. His words were very..Encouraging. At the mention of wildlife, Donna perked up.

“I’ve survived in the wild too, for a long time. I can turn into plants..And control them.”

The words of the brunette got Donna’s hopes down. There was a chance that it was winter, and plants couldn’t really survive winter easily. Then the fast talker, who later introduced himself as Rudolf, said he had super speed, which was evident in the way he talked. Donna couldn’t really think of ways that her powers were useful in this situation.

“I’m not sure how my powers can be more useful if there’s no soil or sun or good water in this place.. But well, I can help take out some guards.. Oh and I’m Donna”
 
So far out of their little gang, posse? Squad? Team? Group of misfits desperate to escape? Adria was definetely his favourite. She had evidently survived in the wilds too, and was asking all the right questions. The other girl controlled plants and was called Donna, she seemed a bit shell shocked, but aside from that she was okay.

The speedster on the other hand was getting on Dex's nerves. Even with dampening, he still possessed the ability to talk fast and his thoughts came out in one big jumble.

But it was what he said that irked Dex. He was being tested, yet he was allowed in with the general population. Rudolf (Dex had to refrain himself from snorting at the name) was clearly getting special treatment. On the other hand he knew where the control centre was, and that was invaluable. Access to the control centre was crucial.

He spoke again, mainly to Adria, trying to convey exactly what he had seen as he was being brought in by helicopter.
From my memory the lower regions of the mountain are conifer forest, further up the tree coverage is more sparse, the cold winds, rocky soil and freezing temperatures means that only the pluckiest plants survive. The top, where we are now is exposed rock. The government hollowed out the mountain to make this place."

He took another mouthful of" breakfast" and continued talking. "I'm a pyro, I make and control fire. If it comes down to a fist fight, I fight dirty and nasty. Also I'm a hacker, so get me to the control centre and I can get control pretty fast. Once I'm in, I should be able to do a lot more than just turn off the dampeners"

Bizarrely hacking was a skill he'd acquired on the run. It let him cover his tracks and the tracks of others as well as keeping their communications secure. Evidently it wasn't enough, he had still been caught. To the new people he finished with " I'm Dex, by the way"
 

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