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  • Top floor. That means we're not on the same floor as the exit. How many floors are there? he wondered, tapping it out as well. Are there stairs, elevators, or both? How many possible routes are there linking this hallway to the exit? he asked. Can you tell if there are any rooms containing weapons or-? He was cut off by the opening of the door; it was time to return to their rooms.


    Once he was alone and strapped tightly to his bed, Ethan thought deeply. It was all he could do, and he needed to get his mind off the discomfort and pain of being in contact with a physical object. There was one thing that he had managed to hide, and he figured now was the best time to contemplate. Is Verity really my ally? he asked himself. This question had presented itself the first time he met her, but he quickly dismissed it. The fact that she was being tortured as well dissolved that theory. But now that she had powers, he had to be cautious. She already knows too much about me; she was clearly upset by my thoughts earlier. But what if she's an actor? Or an unwilling spy?


    Both of these possibilities were highly unlikely, but he didn't wave them off just yet. He needed to be careful and deliberate. Unfortunately, there was nothing he could discern from the information he currently possessed. All he could do was wait and hope that his plans wouldn't explode in his face.


    ooc: Slightly rushed. Also, do you care when Ethan gets his powers? I'm thinking in the next 2-3 days.
    And, when Ethan's not in his body, how do Verity's powers work on him?
    (And, erm, morning skip?)

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    ooc: Whenever you feel like it is good.
    I'm thinking that if he is in another body, she can tell somewhat, but it's hard to read his mind there because there are technically two minds there. And I don't think he can invade her body, but that's up for debate. ;)
    Morning time!


    ic: verity was almost glad to be taken to her room. however, when she got there, she knew something was wrong. As soon as the door was closed, her mind immediately felt blocked, and it couldn't leave the room. How did they do that? verity, then, spent her time through another sleepless night by turning over the mental map in her head.perhaps i can please ethan with new information, she thought, snorting.


    when morning came, her mind once again expanded as soon as the door was opened. once it was free, it then felt like she had finally really awoken, even though she didn't sleep. It was only for a moment, however, for she was put into a strange dark room where her mind was again somehow trapped. After a few moments, the back of the room lit up, revealing a person behind a thick glass wall. the lead scientist! She eyed verity for a moment, then her voice came through a speaker in the ceiling: "Date: August 25, 1:43 PM. Subject's mind is controlled with electromagnetic disruptors. Begin test." She pulled a stack of cards from a bag on her shoulder, then held one with its back to verity, looking at her, then back to the card.


    She wants me to perform for her, like some kind of show dog, thought verity. a bolt of anger flew from her head to the scientist's, and she flinched. verity suddenly felt excruciating pain on the back of her neck, causing her to fall to the ground. When it stopped, she looked up at the woman, who was holding a remote and had a smug look on her face. This is gonna be a long afternoon.
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  • ooc: What if she can look at Ethan's memories when he's not in his body, without him realizing it? Bring your Pensieve I can see a plot there, but then that kind of pulls the focus over to Ethan. I don't want to make the thread all about my character, so this plot idea is a work-in-progress still.


    ic: When Ethan woke the next morning, he felt oddly comfortable. As he was escorted to the TR, he was able to walk mostly on his own, and he even found the chair by himself. Never before was a simple chair so relaxing, so welcoming.


    The woman (not the head scientist btw... or is it? dun dun dun DUN) recited her report, but it was meaningless to Ethan. They were just numbers. They wouldn't aid in his escape. Escape? Why did he want to escape? He was stuck with a needle, but he didn't mind.


    Ethan led himself to the MR, his hand dragging against the wall just in case. He tripped once, but he was fine.


    ooc: Sorry, I just spent my morning taking among the most important tests of my life, so my brain is kinda kaputz right now. Blaaargh, imma zombie.
    *realization* omg maybe that's why they eat brains? To replenish their own!

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    ooc: Oh my gosh, you're a genius. I hope some of your smartness rubs off on me.


    ic: It wasn't hard to do this woman's test. All she had to do was pop into her head and name the card she had displayed. Of course, she took the liberty to read her mind, sifting through information to find something useful. She had to know verity would do this. Her memories were practically at her mercy! first off, this woman had a very strong mind herself, and while it wasn't impossible to get into her memories, it certainly was much harder than anything she had come across yet. The scientist's memories of this place's layout just confirmed her own. She now knew there was an armory and only one elevator and a set of stairs; but the most valuable piece of info was that there was a guard change at 7 in the morning and 5 at night. why would she let me know this? is she challenging us? does she want us to try to escape?


    The test was soon over, and verity was taken out of the room. As she was pushed out, she let out a huge sigh as her mind was free again. Like she presumed, she wasn't taken to the TR, but rather straight to the MR. And, as she suspected, this room as well trapped her mind in one spot. In and out, in and out... just let me free already! But that was a futile thought.


    She saw ethan was here, and was somewhat glad to see him. As prideful as he seemed to be, he was the only other test subject here besides her, as she had learned from the woman's memories. As she tapped a greeting on his shoulder, she knew something was off. His mind was far too relaxed to be normal. In fact, he seemed comfortable at the moment. Are you alright? she tapped, worried. is this another drug?


    ooc: Oh, and don't worry about that test. Like i said before, you're a genius.
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  • No, no... I'm fine. How are you? he tapped back. His thoughts were slower than a lazy summer stream, gurgling pleasantly as though nothing was ever wrong. Verity wasn't as well as he was, though. But why not?


    He hummed an old childhood tune to himself as he thought about it. He stopped halfway through, having forgotten the rest. Where are you from, Verity? he asked randomly.


    ooc: What's your MBTI-type? You're probably an intuitive personality, since you're on a RP-site. And possibly introverted, but it's hard to tell over the Internet.
    I'm an INTJ-T, if you're wondering.

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    ooc: INFP-T. You're a good guesser, sir (or milady) *tips hat*


    ic: How am I? What the frick is wrong with him? verity gave him a look, even though he couldn't see. definitely a drug. His thought process was just barely chugging along. I bet they're trying to make him more docile. they must be tired of his outbursts.


    hey, buddy. I bet you had a nice sleep, but it's time to snap out of it. come on, ethan, remember? we have a plan? escape? She shook her head. This was ridiculous. first, he was asking how she was, then where she was from. She felt like laughing aloud, but she didn't feel like getting shocked anymore.
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  • ooc: You don't need my geniusness, you can make your own! All intuitive types have a tendency to be intelligent, especially introverted and turbulent types. F/T determine what kind of smartsness, and I've found that P/J is hardly important.


    ic: Snap out of what? This tranquility is what he's been searching for all along. Escape? Why, though? He remembered that he had dedicated so much thought to it before, but he was being naïve. He berated himself for having those thoughts; anyone would have thought to escape. He hated being like everyone else. No, he could learn to accept living here. It wasn't so bad, once he got used to it. The drugs even helped him learn to walk again. How else could I have learned it so fast? It only took a couple days.

    We can't escape from here, Verity. It's impossible.
    But didn't he want to disprove possibility? You have to pick your battles, Ethan. This one isn't a winning one, he told himself. We'll be okay. Just stop reading my mind.

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    These people truly were evil. First, they took her from her home and everything she knew, and now the only person she had kinda considered to be her friend was convinced that it was okay. what in heaven's name does he consider to be ok? you're sick, ethan. very sick. you don't know it, but you are. i can't be your friend if... if you keep acting like this. verity turned to the table in disgust. did they brainwash him or something? how can he abandon hope of seeing his family ever again?... wait...


    verity whipped around, then stood nose-to-nose with ethan. i'll bet your mother would want you to come home. i bet she's waiting for you right now, expecting her boy to break out of here any time now.
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  • Ethan flinched slightly; despite not being able to see, he could still tell Verity was now standing really close. Actually, I don't think she is. I was sent off to a boarding school the day before I wound up here, he retorted, put off by the intensity of Verity's argument and what she had said earlier. "Friend." Why would anyone want to be his friend?


    She probably doesn't even know that I'm here, and she still probably thinks that boarding school was the best idea ever. he could feel now that his emotions were contradicting his thoughts. This facility was the best place to be. So why was he so upset now? Usually his emotions worked alongside his opinions, but now... what was going on?


    Ethan stepped back as the door opened and the man brought their food. Ethan hadn't drank in two days, and he hadn't eaten for even longer, but he didn't feel sick or dehydrated at all. He wasn't entirely sure why, but since he seemed to be all right, he didn't move.


    ooc: What is with these error screens?

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    ooc: i don't know, but they're driving me crazy.


    ic: Verity growled inwardly. This boy was impossible. Fine! be their little testing boy for all i care. i bet you'll have a great life here! She stormed over to the table, then grabbed an energy bar. She didn't care if it was drugged or not. She was far too hungry to care. She gulped it down quickly, relieved that she didn't feel any immediate symptoms. unable to help herself, she searched ethan's mind for any sign that he was battling against this drug. It was so hard to get anywhere in it, mostly because it was like swimming through molasses. [size=6pt]potatoes and molasses to be exact[/size]


    when she finally got to his memories, she was shocked to see that something was different. up until now, every memory she had seen was in color. now, ethan's memories were dull-looking and in black and white. it made this place look like a sauna in comparison. i wonder if there's any way i can clean them off...
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  • Get... OUT! he yelled into her mind, feeling the connection and severing it. He withdrew, physically and mentally, and stood in the corner. Go away, go away, go away...! Ethan scattered his own thoughts to search for Verity, make sure she wasn't there. If she had as much control as it seemed when she was outside his head, he could barely imagine what she could do inside. At the very least, she could influence his thoughts and actions. That, he didn't doubt.


    But... she was really worried for some reason. Anxiety settled within him. Was he being affected without knowing it? Ethan pushed a hand past his ear. It was true that he didn't feel as he normally did, but how did he normally feel? He didn't know. How did he normally act? He didn't know. How did he normally think?


    He didn't know.


    All of a sudden, the pleasantness left him. The discomfort of yesterday returned, only a hundred times worse. He wanted to move, run away from the walls and Verity, but he couldn't walk anymore. He felt a tingling in his spine and whirled around. There was nothing there, only the corner he could no longer see. The motion caused him to fall over; he couldn't keep his balance without the drug. Is this part of the drug? What's happening?! he demanded, looking around wildly, but there was nothing. Nothing. Not even the faintest speck of light.

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    verity put a hand to her head. ethan's outburst was so strong that she lost connection with him. his fear was all over the place. he's afraid of me? Then, his mind was going really fuzzy, almost blanking out. hey, buddy, stay with me, she thought anxiously. She didn't dare go over to him, lest he draw even more into himself. she didn't know what to do; was he sick again? should she do something? or should she just wait it out? verity played with her hands. Something was definitely happening to him, she just didn't know what.


    If we're ever going to escape, we have to do it as soon as possible. I don't know how much more either of us can take. despite all ethan had said to her, she still felt the need to break both him and herself out of here. Just... It would be difficult if ethan's mindset was always like this.
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  • Calm down. Calm... calm down, Ethan commanded himself. He shut his eyes; there was no difference. It's not gone yet, I can still see.... He gulped air as though he would never breathe again, not daring to open his eyes. Even though Verity was right next to him, he'd never felt so physically isolated. Not even the drug, which made him wish that all his nerves were disconnected from his body, mattered to him any more. I'll open my eyes on the count of three, he decided. and there will be something there. One, he mouthed shakily. Two, he prayed silently. Three.


    Ethan's eyelids fluttered open. His irises darted back and forth, searching for something. Anything. Anything at all. Only darkness greeted him, to which his eyes welled up with tears. Would it be this way for the rest of his life? How badly he wished it weren't so, but he knew that this was undeniable fact and it could not be changed.


    ooc: too rushed to put color on, sorry
    It's kind of a pain on mobile
    A lot of a pain, actually

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    ooc: oh my gosh i just saw captain america: civil war and it was amazing!!!!!! i'll just be freaking out in this corner over here.


    ic: verity almost felt sorry for ethan. his mind was in shambles, and for some reason he was just realizing that he was blind, and it was making his mind so confused and angry. What could she do? What was there to do? She hated to see him in such pain, but he just kept pushing her away. Then again, he only did that when she entered her mind. maybe she didn't need to use her powers to help? Maybe she just needed to be verity?


    awkwardly, verity put a hand on his shoulder. I'm sorry, ethan... I... I'm here for you... She didn't know if this would help at all, but she just wanted him to know that they were in this together.
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  • ooc: I haven't seen it. Hmmm....
    Also, he's upset because he just lost all of his eyesight. Before, he could see a little, but now he can't at all.


    ic: Ethan blinked. His sight was gone, forever, just like his friends. He allowed himself a few seconds to wallow in self-pity, but he couldn't change the fact. No one could, as far as he knew. Thank you, Verity, he tapped shakily. He was already accustomed to the darkness. As he wanted to believe.


    He could barely remember anything. He was definitely affected. However, Ethan made sure that this moment of clarity wouldn't go to waste. What do you know of the lead scientist? he asked, making a mental map. [color=lightblue]Have you located stairs, elevators, weapon rooms, drug rooms, et-cetera?

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    ooc: okie-dokie!


    ic: verity let out a weak sigh of relief. ethan's great sorrow had been enough to knock his mind back into place, and that was all she needed right now. I... met with the lead scientist this morning. As far as I know, she's curious about these powers. she tested my mental reach before i got here. and this whole thing is definitely a huge, secret operation. it's not part of any government, and there have been many other test subjects, apparently. verity bowed her head. i'm not sure how many, but... none of them made it. the drug that was supposed to give them powers always killed them. i was the first to survive. There's... a good chance she'll use it on you, too. verity let out another sigh. so, apparently this room is emitting electromagnetic rays, which is keeping my mind in this room. It's very infuriating. But, luckily, yesterday, i was able to look at a map in someone's head. there is a set of stairs not far from here, just a few hallways down. Upstairs, there is a small barracks, where i bet we can find some sort of weapon. All we really need is a special card that the lead scientist carries around with her.
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  • No matter what, you cannot show her the extent to your power. Even indicate to her that your powers are weak by struggling with everything, Ethan advised. So, they had to get through the lead scientist, LS, before they could access a weapon? It was a vicious cycle. Unless....


    Ethan turned to the table. He crawled over, pulling himself up by the leg. He felt around for the glass cups, knocking one over by accident. He grabbed the other and examined it: It was just a common glass cup. Perfect. The boy tried walking with it, and, as expected, tripped. The glass shattered upon impact, sending shards spiraling out along the tile floor.


    He pulled out the sleeve that had been used as an ice pack two days ago. Two days ago? It didn't matter right now. Not caring what happened to his hands, Ethan scooped a few decent-sized fragments into the cloth. Here, he tapped, handing Verity the package. They didn't notice when I hid it in my shirt. Maybe you can make a weapon with them.

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    "Oh, uh..." verity was surprised. she wasn't a violent person, so she wasn't looking forward to using this. then again, these people deserved pain. they had certainly caused a lot. the girl shuddered when she mistakenly called to mind the images of dozens of dying people. this lead scientist was truly a terrible person. what had made her like this? what had she gone through in her childhood or young adulthood to make her so uncaring? verity hadn't searched in her mind for that answer, so it escaped her at the moment.


    "You don't think... I'll have to use these, right?" what was she supposed to do, throw shards of glass into the woman's face? That wouldn't do any good. No verity already knew the answer. Some time, when she would be escorted back to her room, she would have to take down her guard with them. she didn't want to think about how much blood there would be.


    Now, to get the security card... She would have to get close to the woman. as she thought about it, she knew what she would have to do to get it, but the prospect didn't please her. pushing the thought from her mind, she turned back to ethan. "we'll only be able to escape on a day that they give you a milder drug. Not to insult you, but I can't lead you around while you're thinking about how lovely it is here."
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  • What are you talking about? Ethan didn't remember ever thinking like that. Why would I think its nice here? Mmh, she's probably right. That does sound like a drug they would give.... How much of my thoughts have they altered? If I can't remember, there's no way of telling how much they changed. Am I affected right now? Are these really my own thoughts? He rubbed his ears in his frustration.


    Whatever the case may be, I can't change it. It's definitely best to put off all planning until I'm absolutely certain that I'm myself. For now, we just need weapons. Ethan turned to Verity. It's possible to make daggers with them. Do you have long hair? You can weave a handle with cloth and hold it all together with hair. Hair is nearly indestructible, aside from combustion, so it should make a decent twine.

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    It seemed that ethan had no recollection of what he had been saying before, which verity found as a bit of a relief. There was no point in remaining in the past. Ah... a weapon now? How... thoughtful. verity subconsciously wondered if ethan had ever been in a situation like this before. He certainly seemed like he knew what he was doing. I... guess I can do that.


    She jumped as the door clicked open. Looks like we're done for today. I'll... see you tomorrow. Her mind was once again being released, and she didn't want to waste this moment by talking.
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