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  • Can you look for cameras, buttons, or security devices in hallways? Pay attention to which doors are guarded and which aren't, he blinked back, since tapping her hand might confuse the message. Also look for alarms. You know what they look like? added Ethan, trying to figure out what he was going to do. The answers to these questions would help him make a mental map of the place; it was rare that a high-budget facility like this lacked a system.


    If there were robotic guards, then escaping would be easy. At least, in concept. They were predictable and easily fooled. This room served to demonstrate an over-dependence on electronic systems; it was doubtful that the electrocution devices on the backs of their necks were remotely controlled without the presence of monitoring devices. However, human guards would be an issue. They might be able to take one down, together, but without triggering an alarm? No, he needed more information.

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    "I'l kep my eys opn," tapped verity. ethan seemed pretty confident that they would be able to escape, which gave the girl at least a small glimmer of hope that escape was possible. he also seemed pretty knowledgeable in stuff like this, which gave verity the idea that he hadn't always been blind. In fact, now that she thought about it, he had seemed a little new to the concept, which pointed to the fact that this was a recent thing.


    If escape is going to happen, thought verity with a shock, then it'll be me doing most of the work. the girl had never been a brave person. she had more of a "follower" mentality, and she preferred knowing ahead of time what to do. if they were going to escape, then she would have to improvise basically everything she did. I don't think I can do this, she thought with despair. why does ethan have to be blind? he seems much better at this kind of thing. verity just finished her water when she heard the door click, signaling that their one meal of the day was over. She suddenly realized how tired she was, considering she hadn't slept last night. Tonight was likely to be no different.


    ooc: timeskip to morning?
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    cock-a-doodle-doo?
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  • ooc: COCK-A-DOODLE- *cough*


    ic: Ethan didn't get much sleep. For one thing, he was now apparently to be strapped to his bed all the time, and it was both incredibly uncomfortable and not very accommodating, especially in regards to his throat. He had hid his ice pack in his shirt, and though he was surprised that it hadn't been caught, it was of no help whatsoever. It melted on the way to his room, and he wasn't even able to reach it once he was restrained, so there was a wet glob stuck to his chest all night. On the other hand, he spent most of his hours formulating a plan.


    With Verity as his eyes, it would be possible for him to infer where weapons or drugs were stored. If they could reach either of those stores without being caught, their chances of success would improve astronomically. He'd never used a gun before, and even if he had, it wouldn't make a difference. As much as he hated to admit it, Ethan realized that Verity would have to do most, if not all, of the heavy lifting. Hopefully she can follow orders, he grimaced, leaving that thought alone as he sifted through other bits of information.


    Ethan was awoken by the opening of his door. He didn't even remember falling asleep. As the men carried him to the testing room, or the TR as he would refer to it as from then on, he tried to pay attention to where exactly he was going. By the sounds of his escorts' footsteps and the echoes that they made, it did indeed seem as though they were in a long, empty hallway. As far as he could tell, he was being taken to the same exact TR as before, but he didn't doubt there were more.


    He knew that his other senses would strengthen as his vision failed, so he focused entirely on what he heard. Echolocation was a possible replacement for his lost eyesight, but that would take a while to develop. Instead, he focused on the present and came to the conclusion that the TR held nothing valuable. He mentally prepared for his latest torment and felt the stab of the needle.


    Immediately, something felt off. Way off. But he couldn't tell what. It was as if the world had changed beneath an exuded façade, but maintained its previous appearance. Everything felt wrong, from the cold metal of the needle tip to the weight of the clothes on his skin (erm, and also the mostly-dried mop of a torn sleeve). The act of thinking, of breathing, of even existing - it all felt terribly wrong. Ethan sat unsteadily, feeling alienated from his surroundings the way a magnet repels another of like charge. But what was being repelled? Was the world repulsing him, or was he repulsing the world?


    In a blink, it switched again. The chair felt warm and comfortable, and his shackles were there to comfort him. He was safe. Ethan wouldn't be excluded here. This was right, and everything else was wrong. He exhaled deeply in relief, feeling very aware despite the darkness that surrounded him. Everything was so clear, the solution to all his problems, there-


    His thoughts were broken when he was lifted from his chair and taken to the next room. Why? Where was he going? He wanted to stay! Couldn't they see he wanted to stay? Ethan was unceremoniously shoved into the meal room. MR. It was really more of a torture room. TR. But that was the name of the testing room, which wasn't a torture room at all. It was a testing room.


    Ethan blinked and shook his head. What? he asked himself. He had no recollection of the past twenty minutes. Aren't I supposed to be in the TR? It's meal time already?

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    ooc: oh my, oh my. [size=6pt]lions and tigers and bears[/size]
    Unfortunately, verity won't be there to calm him down at least for a few hours. She's got her own challenges to take care of.


    ic: much to verity's despair, this night was just like the previous. no sleep, a good amount of tears, and plenty of singing to take her mind off of things. She was also starting to see things, a common result from a lack of sleep. As she paced, she couldn't help but wonder what her next drug would be. Maybe one that will put me to sleep, she thought with a snort. That would be very welcome.


    The minutes slowly dragged on into hours, when the lights suddenly flicked back on, signaling that it was finally morning. verity was almost joyful when yet another man came to take her to the drug room. She longed for some sort of stimulation, which distracted her from her agony of sleep deprivation.


    As she was taken along the hallway, she remembered to take note of every detail in the hallway. There were indeed cameras, one at almost every bend, but there were some hallways that were devoid of them. She was able to see many doors, but none of the ones she passed had any guards. Instead, one or two of them had an electronic panel beside it, and a place where a card could be swiped. Any doors that didn't have those had a normal lock that needed a key. She also saw several speakers on the walls, which probably meant that any alarms that were triggered would be heard throughout the whole building, or at least one part of it. Verity concluded that they would need to get at least one security card and a set of keys if they even wanted to think about escaping.


    As she was pushed into the testing room, she immediately realized that something was different. There were many more people in here than normal, and there was now a glass wall around that chair they strapped her in. This is not good, she thought, as she was taken inside the glass cage. The door of the cage closed with a hiss, and she could see the people outside it watching her with great interest. She started to struggle in her captor's arms. Whatever this was, she didn't want to be a part of it. Of course, she had no choice in this matter, and was quickly strapped in.


    Like usual, she was stuck with a needle. Unlike the norm, however, verity immediately began to feel drowsy. She knew she should have probably tried to resist this feeling, but she couldn't help it. She wanted to sleep so badly, so when the drug knocked her out, she embraced it wholeheartedly. But, as she slept, her mind was not in ecstasy as she had wanted it to be. Instead, it began to fill with countless voices, too many to concentrate on. She couldn't understand any of them, but she knew they weren't her thoughts. Too many... too many! Stop talking! Stop... Just stop!


    Verity awoke in a cold sweat; However, her nightmare was far from over. even though she was awake, the voices continued to whisper in her mind. Am I going insane? What is this drug doing to me? the girl's breathing started to become erratic. Gripping her head, she tried to shut them out, tried to make herself believe that it was just the drug. But, no matter what she did, they wouldn't stop. When a man came in to take her away, she shrank away from him. Now, the voices were saying things like, get up, b*tch. She struggled in his grip as he held her shoulders, but, as usual, it was no use. She was taken down the hallway, kicking in screaming, until she was pushed into a room. There, like usual, was ethan. Verity crumbled to the floor, crying. These voices were making her head hurt so badly.


    ooc: uh... lots of words. sorry for that.
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  • ooc: You're apologizing... to me? For words?


    ic: Slowly, the sensation of wrongness set in again. Of course, Ethan didn't remember the first time it occurred, so he was completely confused. He managed to support his own weight entirely by himself, which was good, but he felt faint. This was probably a combination of the lost blood of yesterday and relative lack of sleep. He placed a hand on a wall, but quickly drew away. Having any sensory reception at all felt like a sin, as if he should be glad that he had already lost one of his senses. What is this?


    Then, enter Verity. Ethan turned to face her, or where he perceived her to be from her screams. What did they do to her now? he wondered. He needed her to tell him what she saw; he was reaching the limits of what he could discern from what little he could find on his own. Verity? he tapped on her shoulder. Aside from his mild confusion and discomfort (growing slowly into unbearable anxiety), he was well, which was a startling change from the last few days. What's wrong?

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    ooc: tru dat


    Verity stared at ethan. when the door was closed, most of the voices became quieter, but one stood out above the rest. It sounded different, younger, and remarkably like the little she had heard of ethan's voice. In fact, it was saying something she guessed he would say in that situation. For a moment, she wondered if he was actually talking without moving his lips, but she knew that couldn't be true, for he wasn't being shocked. Besides, the voice sounded like it was talking about her, not to her. Brushing his hand away, she tapped quickly back, "You... you already said that. I heard your voice say it before you tapped it. How did you do that?"


    She had to be imagining this. She had to. It's just the drugs, it's just the drugs, she told herself over and over. I can't... what is going on? Her heavy breathing started up again. These voices were driving her crazy. Maybe it's some sort of test. did they put something in my ears? Feeling her ears, verity could feel nothing. This is wrong, this is so wrong...
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  • ooc: Because this is going to get really confusing really quickly, I'm going to color code. His thoughts are in blue and his dialogue is in lighter blue. Other non-specifics have no text color but you can assume that they're part of his thoughts, since said thoughts are not always clearly defined. Yayyy


    ic: What? The h*ll was she talking about? Was she delusional? Hallucinating, rather, was a better term. Was it possible for a drug to warp one's perception enough to cause them to believe to have heard a voice before it was actually conveyed? Schizophrenics do that sometimes. Is she schizophrenic?oh, the irony he wondered, but that clearly wasn't the case. No... she seems lucid. For the most part. A drug must have caused this.


    What do you mean? he asked her. What do you hear? Is it my voice? What else could she hear? He thought for a moment. The drug could have induced a state of hyperactivity in the temporal or parietal lobes of the brain, or possibly both. In case it wasn't, however, he decided to test her. Trace a circle on my hand and blink three times, he suggested, his palm hovering in front of her.

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    ooc: ah, good idea. this is thought, this is speech/morse.


    ic: What do you mean? I'm not schizophrenic! Why would you even say that? verity was shocked. Why would he even say that out loud? It didn't even seem like he was talking to her. It was like he was thinking out loud. And yes, it's your voice. What else would it be? the girl could still hear quiet voices coming from outside the room. it was maddening and so hard to concentrate on just one of them, as some of them were the same volumes. But it wasn't just men's voices, she also heard women's voices. They were coming from every direction, even below and above her.


    Why can't he hear? There have to be hidden speakers everywhere, blasting the voices in every corner of this prison. Is he deaf as well?
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  • I wouldn't, he tapped back, grimacing. His thoughts? Could she access Ethan's thoughts? The one place he could truly be alone?


    Since she completely disregarded his last test, he needed a new one. Answer this question, he told her, pulling an old phrase from his memory. He didn't tap it out, though.


    If Butterflies like cakes, Dragonflies don't like pies. What is truth, and which are lies? he repeated clearly in his head. Ethan knew she had never heard this question before, since his mother made it up, and he doubted she was smart enough to figure out that there was no real answer.

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    What? What does he mean, he wouldn't? verity was so confused. ethan was treating her as if she was the weird one, but the girl didn't feel strange at all. In fact, if anything, she felt perfectly normal, excepting the voices coming from everywhere. She was not longer tired, as she was able to sleep when that drug was injected into her. Of course, she was still hungry, but that was just a minor problem compared to what was happening now.


    butterflies... dragonflies... what? what does that have to do with anything? verity was becoming frustrated. She wasn't the weird one here, it was ethan. Wait... suddenly, in her mind's eye, clearer than anything, she saw a picture of a woman she didn't know, but she somehow knew that it was ethan's mother. She knew, without a doubt, that she was the one who created this rhyme. What does your mother have to do with it? she tapped back.
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  • Ethan yanked his hand away. She was undoubtedly reading his mind. But how much could she read? Just that silly phrase from his childhood told her more than he wanted her to know. She even made a connection between thoughts not directed at her or concerning her in any way, which means she has access to virtually anything within my head, including these thoughts now. It seems she only has- he cut himself off. How much of that had she heard? Probably all of it.


    He needed to figure out how to hide his thoughts. Encrypt them. He didn't know any other languages well enough to think in them, so he had to make his own. He had nothing to hide, but he couldn't allow someone else to intrude on his mind. His sanctuary. For now, all he could do was turn Verity's attention elsewhere. Verity, if you can hear my thoughts, can you hear any others? he asked.

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    Thoughts? I'm hearing thoughts? the more she thought about it, the more sense it made. That would explain why ethan wasn't moving his lips, and why there were so many voices. But... how? How did that drug accomplish this? What did it do to her mind? This is why there were so many people watching me receive that shot. it was monumental for them. this was the purpose of this whole "experiment", i bet.


    As she listened to ethan's thoughts, it seemed that he didn't really enjoy her hearing them. I guess I wouldn't, either. but i can't seem to stop myself... no... he wanted her to get out. she could almost feel some resistance coming from his mind, and it was an odd feeling. Of course, it made no difference to verity. her mind was so open now, and so powerful, that it would be hard to resist.


    ok, so he wants me to read other thoughts. that wasn't difficult at all. well... maybe a bit. it was hard to single out only one voice from a sea of them. i need to concentrate, she thought. As she did so, she felt with a thrill her mind expand, and she could virtually see every voice in the building. As a matter of fact, there was one right outside the door. yes, that i can appear to do, she tapped. This all felt so odd, yet so right. she felt perfectly fine eavesdropping on these people.
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  • Ethan then realized the potential of this ability. But how long would it last? No longer bothering to tap, he asked, Can you tell how many people there are, and where they are? What do you hear? If she could locate guards and read their thoughts, that was everything he needed!


    Escape was no longer a fantasy. It wouldn't be easy, but now it was definitely possible. With the proper planning and organization, it was even likely. Verity, he asked her again, not caring that he was potentially ruining her concentration. We don't know how long you'll be able to do this. You need to get as much information as possible as quickly as possible.


    ooc: I just had an idea. Can I change Ethan's ability to being able to leave his body and potentially possess another? I can see a beautiful plot line forming once they escape....

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    ooc: go for it, fives!! [size=6pt](that's what i'm calling you from now on)[/size]
    this is a very good idea!!!


    ic: Yes... it's incredible! it's like a door has opened in my mind. I can see every voice and, although it's difficult, concentrate on it. Hope fluttered in her stomach. It was like a small flower. She needed to cultivate it, make sure it didn't wilt. It would be difficult, but her life and ethan's, as of this moment, were devoted to caring for this plant.


    verity felt an odd tingle in her mind, coming fro ethan's direction. She realized that she could sense his excitement, which was overflowing at this moment. In fact, he was so excited that she was picking up tons of thoughts from him. He now wanted... no, needed her to get information. he thought it might wear off. verity thought that if it did, she would beg for it to bu put back. while it was distracting, she loved being drugged with this newfound ability. She didn't want it to stop.


    Stretching her mind, she was able to find each person and make a link. She had one thing on her mind: Find a card, find keys. The keys weren't hard to find. Practically everyone had them. the cards were harder. Apparently, only a handful of people had them in their possession. Looking into their heads, she found who they were.
    chief archivist.
    head of security.
    lead scientist.
    One of those three people were the key to their survival.


    Now verity was curious. she was tired of tapping. Perhaps she could share her thoughts with ethan. Lightly touching his forehead, she entered. in her mind, she stood at the door of ethan's mind. only... it wasn't a door, it was just an opening. She stood before it, but did not enter. concentrating, she sent her thoughts into his head, pictures of these three people. It worked! she thought. with relief, she felt that he could only hear words that she wished, so she sent a message to him along with the pictures. got all that?
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  • ooc: Huh. That's a new nickname.


    ic: Ethan reflexively slapped her hand away. Never, EVER, do that again, he thought with so much force that he mouthed it as well. He was beginning to think that the drug he was given was messing with his head, and having information directly implanted in his brain did not help. In fact, it only confirmed that the drugs were able to influence his mind, whether directly or indirectly. The unsettling feeling of general wrongness took root, aggravating him without a reason.


    Once again, he tried to ignore it. Can... can you tell what these people are like? The three card people? he tapped, so revulsed by what had happened that he had forgotten who these people were. He hated that she had access to everything that was his, and she could alter it at will. This telepathy was a tool, and nothing more, to aid in his escape.

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    Something was wrong. In all this excitement, verity had forgotten that ethan was being tested on too. his mind was polluted, changed by whatever they had put into him that day. he didn't like her power, at least not in his head. She looked at the ground. She should have guessed that it would feel odd to him, like it did to her.


    I guess that means no more mind-talking. Once more, verity opened her mind and linked with the three people. The head of security is tough, handy with guns. he doesn't seem like someone he wanna mess with. in fact, we would want to get rid of him. the chief archivist is on a floor above us. To get there, we'd need a card. I saw the elevators, and they need a card to access them. That leaves the lead scientist. she oversees all the drug experimentation. I remember seeing her when i was given this... drug. it seems like she oversees everything we do as well, which means it wouldn't be too hard to find her.


    As she tapped, she could feel ethan's discomfort. He didn't see this ability as a gift; rather, to him, it was a tool. I need to show him that I am more than that. I'm not a helpless baby! Her anger spiked for a moment, shooting slightly into ethan's head by mistake.
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  • Ethan staggered, putting one hand to his head and one to the wall in an attempt to stabilize himself. He was surprised to find that touching the wall was physically painful, so he stepped away once his balance was regained. He rubbed his bloodstained hair, very confused and irritated. Stop. Please, he told the part of her that was invading his head, though it was more of a command than anything.

    What can you tell of the layout of this place? How many-?
    He stopped as the door opened, and entered the man bringing their food. Ethan's stomach whined loudly, but he refused to move. How many exits are there, and where are they? How large is this place? he was intending to say, but he figured that she already knew.


    Exactly how much can she hear? he wondered. What was she mad at? He could come up with a number of reasons for her anger, but he didn't particularly care that he had upset Verity. She knows that she needs me, he realized, the restraint on his thoughts melting away. It wasn't long before he became so lost in thought that he forgot his surroundings. If only I could see, then I wouldn't need her. It's shameful that I would even have to rely on someone else for anything. Can I even rely on her? How accurately can she gather information? What if she gathers the wrong data, or just plain incorrect data? He ran a hand through his hair and tapped his teeth together absently. Do our captors know that Verity has this power? It's possible that they would manipulate her with it, since she doesn't seem all that bright. They could be feeding her information to see what I would do with it, since they would be idiots to not be thinking I would try to escape, and it's incredibly suspicious that they hadn't considered we would try to communicate with morse code or sign language, or something. Unless they really are that dumb... but then how could they manage a facility like this? This is a large operation, apparently, so they must have some brains about them to be able to hide and fund it at the same time.

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    Has he really thought of me like this the whole time? That i'm some simple-minded creature that relies so desperately on him? I thought we were equals, both fighting towards a common goal of escape. verity felt betrayed. She wished with all her heart that it was his drug talking, not his true self. She felt his frustration, how he longed to be out of this. In fact, she felt it too. But that was no reason to start treating others in this way.


    Look... I don't know the layout. I'm sure I'll be able to find a way to see it, but for now, i'm just as clueless as you are. verity was tired of arguing. Perhaps tonight she would invade someone's mind to see the map of the place, but she didn't want ethan to think of her as a walking dictionary, useful only for information. With a huff, she paced to the table and poured water. as she drank, she couldn't help but think of ethan's self-pride. he thinks he's so smart, that he can figure out anything. i might not be as nerdy as him, but i'm no less brave.
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  • He halted all his thoughts. Was she listening that entire time? It hardly mattered. Verity, don't you understand? You can't put this off! What if that drug wears off tonight? In an hour? In five minutes?I can draw a picture for my profile in that time he demanded. This is our only chance for escape, and you can't waste it like this! Unless you want to die here, become a mangled, altered corpse that hardly resembles what you used to be? Because that's what's going to happen.


    He began to pace, rubbing the side of his face as he always did when he was agitated. He didn't even realize that he was walking normally; noticing his muscle memory would probably cause it to fail. Does she not care? What is she thinking is going to happen? What the f*ck is wrong with people? Why can't I understand them?

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    verity tried to block ethan out. She knew he was probably right, but that just made her even more upset. She knew she had to control herself, for now she knew she could possibly hurt others with her own emotions. No, she needed to speak calmly, for things between them were already too tense.


    Even though he couldn't see, verity avoided ethan's gaze as she stepped beside him, then rested her hand on his shoulder. If that is what would make you happy, if escaping is the single most important thing in your life right now, then I will look. She felt her way around until she came into contact with a simple guard. She searched in his mind, looking for pictures, when she finally came across a map he had once viewed. It was so complicated, many twists and turns. Verity felt her mind's eye take a snapshot of the picture, sealing it within a portion of her brain. Now inspecting it, the girl found what she wanted. There were four exits, all on the top floor. Two seemed like cargo doors, but the other two were small. Just what we need.


    The exit we want is on the top floor. With spite, she supposed with mockery that ethan already had a master plan worked out.
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