JUST BECAUSE WE'RE SUPERHEROES || open || rp thread || DOESN'T MEAN WE'RE GOOD

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  • Sometimes, people are not what they seem. You look normal, sure, but you aren't; not really. You could never be completely normal.


    You have powers that no one else has.


    Plot;;


    You are an experiment. A test, to create a human who could fight in the war. A human that could defeat any test put up to them. Of course, we shouldn't give all the power to one human. They may try and rebel, being super humans. Each "volunteer" gets one or two powers. You are kept in a government facility. It is secured by people with no powers. Do not try to escape.


    However, you will escape. You will find out about the prophecy. And you won't escape again.


    Setting;;


    Set a few years in the future, in a government facility. There is a room for each person, unless they request to share a room. In this facility, there is a cafeteria, where they are fed. A training center, where you can practice using your powers on training dummies, holograms, or occasionally real people (they aren't allowed to kill them, of course). There's a meeting room where they can discuss things with the leaders of the team of scientists. There are a few physical and mental testing rooms for weekly assessments of mental and physical fortitude. Surrounding the four story building is an electric fence, and a yard with no trees. On the outside is a few miles of forest, and then an average-sized town, near a city. The ocean is a good 20 miles away, but still relatively close. It's easy to find if you follow the river running through the woods.


    Characters;;



    Things to note before we begin;;


    You are each assigned a room. The first number indicates the floor, the second two numbers indicate the location. The numbers are relatively random, except siblings get put next to each other.
    The rooms are located on only the 3rd and 4th floors. The 1st floor has the gym, training center, and cafeteria. The 2nd floor has the meeting room and the testing rooms. Floors 2-4 have windows you can't open (and are made with bulletproof glass) so no one can fall out and have an... unfortunate accident. The basement is where the lab is, and where the people are given particular powers.
    The beginning of the RP will take place in the morning at the cafeteria. Note that the food in this cafeteria is considerably better than school lunch. You can choose what you eat.
    If you join after the RP begins, I'll tell you how to jump in. If I'm inactive, then you can be just leaving your room, or in the general area everyone else is in.
    Everyone will already know each other in the beginning, but probably just their names, unless they're siblings or something.


    Separate Threads;;


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    The spirits of the dead were giving Donovan a headache. He opened one bleary eye, glaring at the electronic clock. It was 8:00. Time for breakfast. He sat up, stretching and groaning. The annoying whispering and muttering noises in his ears were relatively quiet today. He was glad for that. He rubbed his eyes, changing into his everyday outfit, and fetching a pair of headphones and an iPod (courtesy of the government, so he could drown out the sounds coming from the spiritual plane). He stepped out of his room, and headed down the hall towards the elevators.


    Karen sighed, lying in the bed and staring at the ceiling. It was cruel to make someone get up this early. She fumbled to turn off the alarm, and rolled over, burying her face in the pillow. She still felt like she was going to fall back asleep. But, eventually, she rolled out of bed, choosing an outfit that sort of matched, and after changing stepped reluctantly out of her room with the nice warm bed into the somewhat chilly hallways. Her hair was messy; she hadn't bothered to comb it.


    Aaron sighed, waking up, and turned the alarm off. He checked the blankets for burn marks. On his first day, he had discovered that he had accidentally set fire to the comforter. That involved a fire alarm, a lot of panic, and a bunch of people standing around outside in their pajamas. It was sort of embarrassing. He stood up, after confirming that he wasn't on fire, and changed into sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt. They were kind of stiff and not very soft, because they had to be made of fireproof fabric, so nothing even more embarrassing happened. He stepped down the hall.

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    Nightmare opened his eyes. He frowned and sat up, his body glowing bright colors that ever changed. He looked around for the clock, breakfast. A slight mist surrounded him, he always thought he looked like some spirit or ghost because of this. He stood up and stretched his muscles, his soft fabric shirt and pants kept him warm. "Well, another day another chance" he said to himself.


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    #IntoTheUnknown

  • Alexander's deep blue eyes began to flutter open as the small sound of his alarm clock began to ring to the sound of "War - Lowrider." This always amused him for whatever reason, and always made him wake up rather nicely - and not jolted awake. Glancing at the alarm clock, he smiled.


    "4:31 A.M." I croaked as I began to slide out of the bed. The cool-blue color of the light stroke out of the alarm, hitting him and his bed. The shadows were easily cast, not allowing any intruders to be able to see his nude form as he began changing.


    Opening the room, he turned to lock his door before heading downstairs. Sometimes he disliked being on the fourth floor, just for the pure fact that he couldn't open the window -- and that it was relatively high. Not that the fall could kill him - or that he couldn't simply break the window -- but this was all in another form. Slowly stroking his belly to straighten the A-shirt he wore, tucked into some jeans, he quickly put his arms into a dark forest-green military coat. The Insignia on the left and right, just above the elbows, carried the rank First Sergeant. On his left breast, it showed his last name.


    Glancing at the clock on the wall, he smiled at the time -- 4:35 A.M. Only took him four minutes to get dressed, and down to the gym. He was sure his friends from the military would be impressed - and probably dump water on him again as a "Great prank," as they would have stated.


    However, none of these were his friends.


    He began his work out like normal - stretching until 4:50. Thirty minutes of heavy weight lifting, giving way to twenty five minutes of cardio. Fifteen for light/endurance training, and the rest with working out on the punching bags. Taking about five breaks in between to stay hydrated, the male began out the door, and towards the cafeteria at 7:55. Arriving a little before the two others, he blinked as he saw nightmare. He didn't have to go by him, but he might as well. He was tired and hungry, was taking the shortest route. Slipping off his A-shirt, and covering himself with his coat, he poured some of this water onto the shirt. Wrapping it around his lower-half of face, he walked passed the other.


    Getting a plate of milk, oatmeal, and some cooked ham, he smiled and sat by himself at a small round table. Grabbing a spoon, he began eating with a rather joyous grin.

  • Rin sighed, his dreams had not been kind to him during the night. Then again, when were they ever? He groaned and sat up on his bed, his electric tone eyes scanned the walls of his room. 452 was carved over and over on the wall next to him, he smirked, remembering the dream that he had. That number had appeared over and over, just like on his wall. Rin shrugged and slid out of the thin sheets on his bed. He put on his usual clothes, skinny jeans and a random shirt. He raked fingers through his medium length red hair, trying to get his bed-head at least semi presentable. Rin gave up after a solid minute and exited his room.


    He walked down the the cafeteria. His stomach rumbled quietly, urging Rin to grab something. He sighed and grabbed a large green apple and a bottle of water, seemingly all he ever ate. Spotting an open seat, he sat down and began to munch quietly on his apple.



    Devin, whom had already been in the cafeteria for about half an hour, sighed. She had already finished her oatmeal and wanted to go and talk to her adopted brother, Rin. She knew that wasn't a very smart idea since he rarely talked to anyone. Devin stood up and looked for anyone else who was done eating their breakfast.

  • Donovan stuck his hands in his pocket as he rode down the elevator to the first floor. After a moment, there was a ding and he found himself on the bottom floor. He stepped out, and down the hall to the cafeteria. His stomach growled. Stretching as he stepped across the cafeteria, he put a large waffle on a plate, buttered it and poured syrup on it, and sat down at one of the tables. He picked at his food, staring at the table. He hadn't gotten much sleep, as usual. The spirits never shut up.


    Karen sleepily took the elevator down to the first floor. Rubbing her eyes, she sulked into the cafeteria, approaching the food table. Hunger growled in her stomach. Tiredly, she piled a few pieces of bacon and scrambled eggs on her plate. She took a fork and a carton of orange juice, and sat down near Alexander to dig in.


    Aaron took the elevator downstairs, then approached the cafeteria. He pulled his hand through his hair, making sure that he was calm enough to not accidentally set his hair on fire. He approached the selection of food, and took a couple of chocolate chip pancakes covered in syrup and orange juice. He looked at the chocolate milk a little longingly but since he'd gotten here he had only convinced them to make a couple of things milk free so he didn't have to worry about the pain that being lactose intolerant caused when he drank milk. He sat down near Rin, eating the pancakes hungrily.


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    Nightmare got out of his pjs and into 'normal' attire. He put on a cloak along with a red T and pants. He exited his room, heading to the elevator. He glowed brightly down the hall, possibly annoying others. He entered the elevator, going to the cafeteria. He got a single apple, he wasmt hungry. He tossed it up and down, his light rubbing off it.


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  • Rin looked over and saw Aaron. "...Hey..." he muttered softly, wondering why anybody had chosen to sit next to him. Rin usually wasn't very talkative, but he wasn't mean, just very shy. He hated opening up to people, and usually only found comfort in animals, which he rarely saw due to being stuck in the laboratory building. He smiled at Aaron, hoping not to scare him off.


    Devin threw away her bowl from her oatmeal. She saw that somebody was sitting next to Rin and smiled, glad that he was finally trying to be social. Devin had heard of a guy named Marcus here and wanted to meet him. She didn't see him quite yet however, she wondered if Rin would be friends with him too.


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    A groan sounded, a small body shifting beneath sterilized white covers. She had smashed her hand into the dreadful thing multiple times, but apparently, government issued clocks didn't have snooze buttons.


    Sitting up she sighed, swinging her legs over the cot and shuffling over to swiftly change into a pair of black jeans, black combat boots, and a black tanktop. Black was her favorite color. Reminded her of people. Lots of different shades. Really, the metaphor behind wearing all black was very deep.


    She was a little late, but psht, who cared? She sure didn't. Trotting down the stairs from her room, her red curls bouncing as she did so. She stepped down from the flight of stairs, strutting with such confidence it was hard to think she was stuck in this mental place.


    The girl went by the name Ember, (yes, that's her real name) and currently she was pushing into the cafeteria and wrinkling her nose at the smell of hospital food. Disgusting. The slop they shoved down their throats made her want to hurl.


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  • OOC: everyone's just going to breakfast


    IC: Donovan noticed he was sitting near Nightmare, and his eyes were drawn to the now glowing fruit. That power seemed to mostly affect how things appear, and not much else. It reminded him of one of his powers. Listening to the spirits of the dead provided him with little knowledge that he didn't already know. He nibbled at his waffle.


    Karen finished her food rather quickly, and threw away her tray, getting up and stretching. She would prefer to go back to bed and sleep, but in an hour was a training session and she didn't believe she could wake herself up a second time.


    Aaron looked up as Rin spoke, swallowing his mouthful of food. "Er, hi," he greeted, looking at Rin curiously. He knew this guy, sort of. Well, he knew this guy wasn't very talkative, which conflicted with Aaron's tendency to talk too much. "What's up?"

  • Rin set down his apple core, making sure to not make any sort of mess on the table. "The usual I guess... what about with you?" he asked, making sure to speak softly. He didn't want to stand out in the early morning crowd, that would attract attention, something Rin didn't especially fancy. He looked over at Aaron, giving the other boy a small smile.


    Devin continued to sit peacefully, not really sure of what to do at this point...


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    Nightmare devoured the entire Apple, core and stem as well. It didn't taste to bad, and it was not wasting food so he always did that. He sighed, he didn't really have somone to talk to, and his room wasn't very close to anyone either so he wasn't talkative. Nightmare looked at his glowing hands, he wandered if his glowing made others weary of him or something. He reluctantly diminished his glowing.


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  • Carrie wandered slowly into the breakfast hall, grabbing a tray but not touching the food much. She sat alone, confused as to who she was and was not allowed to talk to.

  • Brookelle lifted her head from her arms on the table as she heard others entering the breakfast hall. She sighed and stretched as she sat up. She'd woken up hours earlier because of the nightmares, but she wanted to wait for everyone else. She stood and got a plate for food with a sigh. She looked around and saw Carrie. Plopping down next to the other female, she smiled lazily. "Hey." She said biting into her apple.


    Mason stepped into the breakfast hall and grabbed a tray. He found a table and sat alone glowering at his food. The male flexed his hands a few times before grabbing an apple. He wanted to use his power but he was unsure of the others' powers. His gaze flitted to each head in the hall before they fell on his sister. His nose twitch and he looked away.

  • "Hey," Carrie responded in her tired voice. She rubbed her eyes a moment and looked at the other girl, smiling best she could though she was exhausted. "How are you?" She asked politely.

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    -- Isabel shuffled her way into the cafeteria from the training center. Isabel doesn't sleep much spending most sleepless nights practicing her powers, though her powers were not the strongest among her companions in the facility with her. Stiffling a yawn she grabbed a bagel half and cup of milk before shufling to the closest empty seat wanting to rest her head on the table.



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    -- Aero skipped into the cafeteria having a tray of food float towards her as she chose a seat to sit. Aero was a morning person always enjoyed watching the sun rise in any window she can find. Earphones connected to an mp3 player hung in her ears to drown out everyone's thoughts and feelings that constantly bombard her skull from any surrounding person.



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    -- Lucy refused to leave her bed nuzzling deeper under the blankets ignoring the alarm with a pillow practically stuffed into her ears. "Shut....up.. stupid alarm..." She muttered in annoyance.


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  • Brookelle nodded, the ghost of her lazy smile on her lips. She went to pick up her apple again and saw that she left her gloves in her room. She kept that note on the front of her mind as she looked up at Carrie. "What's your power?" She asked, biting into her apple.