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    Sure, he replied in his head, not caring whether she heard him. He went to his room, pleased to find that he could walk with the support of the guard. He could feel the drug settling in again, the discomfort making his legs shaky and his thoughts scattered. What kind of drug is this? It's lasted for more than a day now. Will it ever go away? he wondered, grimacing at the thought of dealing with this and his blindness forever. He hated these stupid testing facilities. They rarely ever accomplished anything, and if they did, the solution was often far worse than the problem.


    It's in the past, now, Ethan, he reminded himself. Is it, though? the more cynical side of him asked. It doesn't seem that way. Not at all.


    "Shut up," he said aloud, an image of his father popping into his mind. White hair like the feathers of a dove, green eyes like shining emeralds, and a smile so cruel and heartless no one would have questioned his tragic fate. It's not tragic if you're the bad guy, so good f*cking riddance.

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    All right. Now that verity was back in her room, it was time to craft. A knife. for hurting people. yay. She began by laying out all her supplies on the floor. glass, cloth. i need hair. Biting her lip, verity began the slow process. Pulling out hair doesn't hurt that much, but it did leave her scalp sore when she was done. She pulled hair mostly from underneath, so hopefully no one would notice. When she had pulled out as much as she thought she would need. She then began the next part of her "craft".


    verity then ripped the cloth into five long strips. laying them out, she began to weave them into a five-strand braid. when it was about the length of her hand, she grabbed the longest piece of glass in the bunch. weaving even tighter, she wove one half of it into the thick bunch of cloth. Now that the main part of the "dagger" was finished, she split her hair into four parts. Weaving each bunch into a braid, she then wove each braid of hair tightly around the cloth, holding everything together tightly.


    When she was finished, the piece of glass was firmly stuck in the cloth. with a satisfied nod, she wrapped a small piece of leftover cloth over the blade, then tucked the dagger under her shirt.


    //morning skip?
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    ooc: CROW, ASTHMATIC ROOSTER! CA-CAW!
    that was... that was literally a crow. I wanted a rooster wtf


    ic: Ethan awoke just before testing time. He felt awful. His head ached, probably both from dehydration and from the drug, if it wore off. He was so hungry he could eat his own arm, and there was the psychological pain of finally losing his eyes completely. He refused to dwell on it; what was most important was breaking free. Free. Free? Did freedom even exist? How long had he been here? Already, the days before this h*llhole were a distant memory to him, a mere dream.


    Even in his poor state, Ethan could tell he was being taken to a different room. His immediate confirmation came in the voices he heard. Yes, voices. People were actually talking, and they weren't giving a report. He wished to hear what they were saying, but the multitude of hushed voices were unintelligible to him, no more or less so than the roaring of a crowd at a concert.


    His second confirmation came in the size of the room. It was much larger than the regular TR, judging from how long it took for him to be escorted and strapped into a chair. He heard the hiss of machinery. What was going on? The voices became muffled, as if they were now behind a wall. Or was he the one behind the wall? All he knew was the jab of a needle, and then silence.


    Ethan plunged into unconsciousness, but he was aware. He had lost all sensory contact - he could no longer hear, smell, feel, or taste, but the clarity of his surroundings was one that he had never known. Somehow, he knew where everyone was, what they were saying, and what they were doing. He could even perceive himself, as though he were outside his body, spectating.


    Apparently, they were testing a sort of "super drug." This was what must have happened to Verity. Didn't she say that she was the only survivor? Ethan was still alive, at least for now, and he didn't feel in danger of death. Hopefully he would be the second.


    The glass cage, which he was now capable of sensing, lifted, and a man - one of the guards? - picked Ethan's comparatively small and scrawny body out of the chair. "Why doesn't he wake up?" someone in the crowd murmured. "Did the test fail?" They checked his pulse, and confirmed that he was still alive. But they couldn't record any data if he wouldn't wake up, so the man took him away.


    Ethan - the consciousness of Ethan - had no choice but to follow his body. He was dumped in the MR, as if only to honor routine, and left there. Is this what it's like for Verity? ... No, perhaps not, since she was awake when they did this to her, and I can't read thoughts. It must have been a different drug.He tried to move around, and to his surprise, found it rather easy, though disorienting. It was similar to what he imagined being a ghost would be like, so he tried to move through a wall. No success. Oh well.

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    //wow, good job, fives. you've officially confused me.


    Much to verity's pleasant surprise, she was able to sleep a few hours that night. perhaps it was the satisfaction that she was able to defend herself, or just because she hadn't had a real, natural sleep in so long. whatever the case, she was glad of it. like the day before, she was taken to the dark room, where the woman was waiting. verity thought of ethan's words the day before, that she should play down her powers.


    This time, the woman held a book. She kept her eyes focused on a certain part, and verity could tell she wanted her to read out what the woman saw. But, instead of doing that, verity had another idea. She refused to say a word, standing still and staring defiantly at the lead scientist. like she had predicted, the woman sent a shock over to her. but verity kept her ground, not saying a word. The shock grew more and more, as the woman was tired of her defiance. Even as tears crept from the corners of her eyes, verity said not a word. Frustrated, the woman pressed a button and stalked towards verity. With a swift movement, the woman punched verity in the gut. with a gasp, she fell to the ground, holding her stomach.


    The lead scientist grabbed her shirt to pull her back to her feet. But, as she was moving up, verity scanned the woman's mind quickly, the found what she was looking for. with a subtle movement, verity's arm snaked out and grabbed out of her pocket a small card. the security card. Clutching it tightly behind her back, verity winced as the woman pulled her to her face. "You know what I want, b*tch. stop wasting my time." verity nodded quickly, and was dropped back down to her feet. the girl noticed how tall and strong the woman was, to have lifted her off her feet.


    verity suppressed a cry of joy as she slipped the card into her back pocket. freedom was within grasp! If they could plan things out, they could escape tonight! the girl continued her test, but stuttered as ethan had suggested, making many mistakes in her mind reading. With a disappointed sigh, the woman waved off verity, who was then taken to the MR.


    the girl spotted ethan, who seemed to be slumped on a chair. Is he tired? Maybe he didn't get enough sleep last night... verity ran over to him and shook his shoulder excitedly. You'll never guess what I did! verity furrowed her brows as ethan lay still. in fact... Putting an ear to his chest, she could hear breathing, but it was very slow. She shook him again, harder. Hey buddy... wake up already! verity's heart started to race. When she looked into his mind, it was as if it wasn't there. Like it was gone.
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    ooc: Would Verity be able to sense Ethan when he's outside his body? I think it would be best if she couldn't, especially since she has access to his memories.
    Myeh tiny post, sorry


    ic: Verity entered, pure joy radiating from her. Guess what you did? I don't need to, Ethan thought, noticing the security card in her pocket. That was a dumb thing to do. She's going to notice, and what will she do when she does? Where can you hide it? He paused for a moment, realizing that he really must be outside his body. Hey, Verity? Can you hear this? he asked in his head, hoping that she couldn't.

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    verity was panicking. What was wrong with ethan? Why wouldn't he wake up? why bother even putting him here if he was knocked put cold? she scanned his mind again, looking for any sign that his mind was still working. Far in the corner of his mind, he was excited as she came across something. when she looked into it, she was surprised to come across all of his memories. they were all here, which meant his mind was still working, more or less. she scanned through recent things, which she thought might be useful. it was unsettling, "looking" at memories that had no sight involved. she now understood what it was truly like to be blind.


    his most recent memory was that of the TR. she ran through his old thoughts, which were that this room was different, that it was... larger. more people. verity understood what was going on when she found out he had been knocked out cold as soon as the drug was administered. he has powers? are they different? will he die, like the others? verity shook that thought out of her head. the others had been killed instantly. No, something else was going on. but what was it?
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    Boopie~
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    ooc: I'm sorry, it was my mom's birthday yesterday and I haven't slept in 56 hours. I just can't come up with anything worthwhile.

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    oh, don't worry about it. take all the time you need.
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    Ethan would have grinned, had he had a mouth, but since he was a point of consciousness without a body, he didn't. It hardly mattered anyway, since his glee came from the fact that he could not be sensed. I'm isolated from the world, but the world isn't isolated from me! Erm, if I weren't trapped in this room. Hmm. He confirmed what Verity had said earlier about the electromagnetic field around the room. It was boxing him in, and he didn't quite like it. There was nothing he could do though, so he turned his attention back to his friend.


    Friend? Verity wasn't his friend; he hadn't had a friend in two solid years. She reminds me of Miles, Ethan thought with distaste, conjuring up an image of his ex-best friend. The more he thought about it, the clearer the comparison became. Hopefully she'll differ in that she can take a hint. People only get in my way.


    As much as he hated the prospect, he needed to return to his body. There was planning to be done, but only after a few extra moments of relishing his complete solitude. When he was ready, Ethan descended, but immediately realized that he had absolutely no clue what to do. Since he was incorporeal, he just passed right through his body, causing it to twitch. With much focus and intense effort, he was able to re-enter, but all he managed was a lifted head and pair of fluttering eyelids before being expelled. Will I be like this forever? he wondered, but he didn't think that would be so bad after all.


    ooc: Thanks for waiting. I'm sorry, I've just been really busy lately.

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    //oh, don't worry about it. kbo, my friend. [size=6pt]keep buggering on[/size]


    verity's heart leapt for a moment when ethan's head rose, but fell when his head did. What's going on? she was able to catch a passing thought, however, and it was something like, "free... miles...trapped." What? he was still thinking? but how? his emotions were a mix between happiness and confusion. and what did he mean by free?


    Free from... herself? verity had tried before to block out that thought, telling herself that he was always grumpy. But now the truth presented itself. He didn't want her as an acquaintance, let alone friend. he only tolerated being around her for the fact that she had an ability that he needed to escape. in fact, she guessed he probably wouldn't care if she escaped or not. to ethan, this was all about him.


    verity stumbled to a chair, then sat down. if he wanted to be free, then she would let him. she had never been a bossy person. she was content with letting people have their way. although she was not content now, she would let him go anyway.
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    Ethan attempted again, without any results. This was immensely frustrating. Third time the charm, he encouraged himself, pouring all his will into merging with his body. To his satisfaction and astonishment, he succeeded, but to his dismay, he was removed as he tried to stand up. This resulted in his body flopping against the chair like a fish drowning in air until it slid off and hit the floor.


    He didn't feel anything, but Ethan figured he would once his body was his to control again. He noticed that Verity seemed unhappy. Whatever for? Is it a drug? he wondered. A thought struck him. What if I can enter her body? But what would happen to her consciousness? I suppose it would be displaced, like I am now... ugh, Ethan! Focus. I can barely get into my own body as it is. I don't have the liberty to try it.


    Nonetheless, he kept it in mind as he tried for the fourth time to claim his body back. With an immense amount of effort, he felt himself regain his physical connection with the world. Deciding not to try anything drastic, Ethan opened his eyes, only to be reminded - yes, again - that he couldn't see. He bit his lip to prevent himself from swearing, especially now that the pain was registering. He could feel a bruise forming on the entire right side of his body.


    Though this pain was not the greatest he had ever experienced, it was certainly the worst. It didn't feel quite the same as before. He felt hypersensitive to the world around him, which was understandable, but that knowledge did not make it any less strange. His brain was soon flooded with sensory information: the cold tile floor against his side, his clothes rubbing against his skin, the static noise bouncing around the room, and even the strip of cloth around his forehead from several days ago. It was too much. He couldn't take it; it was too loud, too intense in comparison to the silence of incorporeality.


    Ethan tried to move, but it was as if he had forgotten how. His breathing became sporadic, as though his diaphragm no longer knew its primary function. He could only hope his heart wouldn't fail as well. All this for only ten minutes? He felt himself leaving his body, but refused, fighting to stay connected. If he left, could his body function on its own? What if it died? It seemed to be fine before, so why was he having such difficulty now?

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    Verity narrowed her eyes. ethan seemed to be getting some kind of control over his body, but she knew it wouldn't last long. his body was rejecting him with a surprising amount force. as she read his mind's struggle, she saw the problem, or at least some of it. it was like his mind was a plug, and his body was the plug's socket. the way he was trying to enter was lopsided. he needed to re-align himself.


    his body was also having trouble keeping itself alive. now that his mind was back, his body had stopped sustaining itself and was leaving the work to his mind. but since he wasn't connected right, its systems were quickly failing. Well, it's not my fault. why should I tell him what's going on? he probably already knows.


    As much as verity now disliked him, she knew she couldn't let him writhe on the floor in pain. so, she decided to send a quick thought into his head. she made it faint, so he might think it was his thought. calm down. realign. Would it even work? would ethan even know what she meant?
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    Re... re-align? What does that mean? Ethan couldn't tell if the thought was his or not, but it was the only thing in his head with helpful intent. After quick analysis, he determined that it meant for him to leave and reenter. An image popped into his head of magnets: an analogy. His mind and body needed to match like opposite poles of a magnetic field, but currently they were repelling each other as similarly charged poles. Reluctantly, and as calmly as possible, he withdrew.


    His body convulsed once, and was still. Ethan sensed an irregular heartbeat and equally unstable breathing, but it was still alive. Still alive. What would happen if it died? he wondered. He doubted his consciousness would be terminated as well, so that left him to float around, alone, forever. I'm okay with that, he realized, coming to terms with the possibility. He wouldn't have to deal with people ever again, and he wouldn't have to deal with medicine and medicinal experimentation ever again.


    With the stress now removed, Ethan imagined limbs extending from his consciousness, as well as a torso and a head, such that he could physically (if that was the correct word) align himself with his body. After he did so, he enacted breathing, slowly, steadily, and to his surprise, his body mimicked him. He did this for a while, making sure the action was set. Okay, he told the lump of flesh he was trying to become, Don't spaz. It's just me.


    Carefully, gently, Ethan tried again. He didn't move, he only waited. It wasn't until the sudden influx of sensory information that he was even certain it had worked. He shuddered involuntarily; it was horrible. He didn't dare do anything except let himself absorb it all, but he couldn't. It was still too much, too much, just too much. It wasn't long until he forgot what it was there was too much of- all he knew was that it was just too much.


    ooc: I'm alive.

    And now, a montage of gifs to express my feelings.


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    //i'm sorry if this lags out whatever device you're on, but I needed to do this.


    finally. i guess the genius figured it out. ethan's breathing was slowly calming down, at least for the time being. verity only hoped it would stay that way. his mind was receiving an influx of information, which meant that when he was out of his body, he was barely receiving any at all. Interesting.


    the girl guessed her work here was done, if there was any work to begin with. although he was overloaded, ethan seemed to be regaining control over things, even if it might take a while. and if he didn't... well, that wasn't her fault. he was the one that was being a d*ck. yeah... his fault.

    but verity knew this wasn't who she was. she had never held a long grudge in her entire life. it was just too difficult to hate someone for that long. for her, anyway. but she decided she would wait until ethan apologized. if he couldn't tell that verity was hurt, then... his emotions were just as blind as his sight.
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    ooc: crashed my safari app twice but was worth it


    ic: Eventually, the sensations dulled and Ethan gained enough control to comfortably move around, but it was still immensely disconcerting. Careful not to use his hands - as the hands are extremely sensitive -, he tentatively shifted into a crouched position, so that his feet were the only parts of his body that were touching the floor. Verity? he mouthed, trying to pinpoint her location. They needed to discuss their escape plan.


    But, something was off with Verity. He couldn't tell now, but when he was outside his body, Ethan had sensed negative emotions rolling off her in waves. Wh- he began to tap, but found that too uncomfortable. He then began blinking, but it didn't help.


    How else was he to communicate? He remembered having to learn the sign language alphabet in second grade, but that was so long ago. As best as he could, Ethan signed What's wrong, Verity? without letting his fingers and palm make contact. It came out as Whas won Veiy? in American sign language, and when he tried in British, it was Whs wrong eriy?

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    //fantastic


    the girl remembered learning asl some time ago, but she could still remember most of the letters. really? he doesn't know? i just... i can't... verity was frustrated. what was she supposed to answer? How was she supposed to answer? he obviously didn't want any kind physical contact, and he hated when she talked in his head. but if he wanted to talk, she would talk.


    now you understand. vertiy talked in his head, thinking as gently as she could. something happened to you, too. i bet you could see. wasn't it lovely? didn't you feel like this power is what you've been searching for your whole life? she didn't know what else to call it besides "power." what else could it be?


    If... if you remember how you think of me... then you'll know why i'm upset. now that he know somewhat how i feel... maybe he'll regret how he talks to me. hopefully.
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    Ethan had thought she would just tap in morse code so that he could listen to the clicks, but he figured he wasn't in a situation to complain. He gritted his teeth as Verity confirmed what he feared: she had been reading his thoughts all along. Now, with their frail relationship pretty much destroyed, his hope of escape decreased. But he couldn't let Verity know this; no, it would hurt her precious feelings.


    Why do you even care how she feels? part of him asked, the other half desperately trying to suppress these thoughts. You don't care about anyone, not even yourself. Why does it matter? So what if she can hear our thoughts? We have nothing to hide. Oh, but didn't he? These circumstances were just too... circumstantial. Ethan didn't even know what to say. It's probably better that she hates us. Would she really want to be friends with you- with a murderer?


    What was wrong with him? He hadn't had these thoughts in a long time, and all the unpleasant memories were coming back now. It wasn't real. It had been a dream. Besides, a kid couldn't have.... Stop it. Just stop, he commanded himself, snapping back to reality. Verity, he signed, (or at least tried to), but wasn't able to think beyond that.


    ooc: bwom! As a thanks for being patient this last week, here's a bombshell.
    [s]Do you watch Game of Thrones? Oh my god the last episode was AMAZING

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    //actually, for some reason, i have never seen it. i hear that it was really good. feel free to gush about it here.


    why... why... why?? what is wrong with him? why does he think like this? is he schizophrenic? [size=6pt](wow verity you're such a genius)[/size] his thoughts were so dark, so twisted... she couldn't bear it. as much as she now tried to stay out of his mind, she couldn't help picking up spikes of anger, confusion, brokenness... it was ridiculous! did he have an inability to feel?


    the feeling of true hopelessness struck verity for the first time. i am never getting out of here. i will be trapped here until i die. she felt like crying, but she refused to do that in front of ethan. she thought she could change him, make him see things like she did. but she knew she could never do that. he really is blind.
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    ooc: Well, it's a very mature show, so if you're not 18, you'd best ask your parents before you start watching it.
    Or, knowing that there are far worse images lurking about that can be accessed by literally anyone who has access to the internet, you could just go right on ahead and watch it. You didn't hear this from me.
    Well, dear Euphy, Game of Thrones is the modern, adult Lord of the Rings. Plus politics, more characters, intricate plots, subplots, a complete lack of plot armor and the regard for emotional bonds between readers/watchers and characters, love quadrilaterals, and zombies! It's fricking awesome, watch it. If you're not 18 and don't have permission, have a marathon the minute you are.


    ic: Ethan took a deep breath. Verity, he said in his head, please don't read my thoughts. Nothing good will come of it, he requested, thinking particularly of her emotions and his safety. How much had she heard? Were those thoughts even his? They had to be, since no one else knew....


    Forget it, it's not important, he assured himself. He was safe, for now. What is important is the key card. How long will it take for it to be noticed missing? How thoroughly will they search for it? It needs to be hidden, but how? How large was it? He couldn't remember; his observations when he was a disembodied pool of awareness did not transfer well into his physical brain. Ugh, so tedious....