oh, send me off to war | rp thread | with a gun in my hand

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  • [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]Megan awoke with a start as yet another nightmare disturbed her once peaceful sleep. She couldn't remember a time without them, that.. monster was just always there. Hiding under in her closet until she fell asleep, and then opening the doors and climbing in through her ears, and into her dreams. At least that was how she imagined it, really. Rubbing her dark eyes, she slowly got out of bed, leaving her tangled hair the way it was- in it's usually ratty mess. One of the older kids would probably sit her down to spend all day brushing it later-probably Usnavi or Harley, maybe Kenny, but, right now, that wasn't her worry.


    Instead, she approached the closet, which had been bound shut by a large amount of belts tied around each of the handles, making it impossible to open it without taking them off. Only about two of them were hers, the other eleven she had taken from the other recruits, with the exception of one that Evan had lent her for the soul reason of keeping the door shut. It didn't take the young girl to remove them all, probably because she didn't do it very tightly, though she thought otherwise.


    She opened one of the doors very, very quietly and peaked in with one eye, making sure that the monster was gone before she could take her clothes and get dressed. All of her dresses were crumpled on the bedroom floor, waiting to be taken to the laundry, just to be folded, unfolded and worn, thrown back onto the floor, be taken away to be cleaned, and repeat the process a couple million times. So today, she grabbed a pair of torn up capris that still looked dirty and a pink striped shirt. Pleased with her appearance, she made her way downstairs with her usual scowl, glaring darkly at Eneida and the group that followed as they passed each other. She didn't like them very much.


    Evan and Dexter were apparently the only people who enjoyed the weekends, each of them still asleep in their rooms.


    Kenny wasn't one for breakfast, he usually didn't eat in the mornings since he was never hungry. Besides, it wasn't like he was missing out on anything today, anyways. He didn't care for pancakes all too much, preferring waffles or French toast over them. So at the current time, he found himself sitting on his bed, playing around with his guitar. His fingers skimmed across the strings as the instrument sat in his lap, strumming to a tune that had been stuck in his head for the past day or so. It was from a song he couldn't quite remember, but he could remember the notes.


    He sighed shortly as he slowed to a stop, looking around. He was dressed and whatnot, ready for the day. But he constantly found himself lonely, yet, he refused to go find the company of others. He didn't want friends, actually, he didn't need them, no matter how much anyone tried to convince him otherwise. But, for some reason, no matter how many times he told himself that, he constantly found himself around people-potential friends.


    Like now. Kenny had put his guitar away and was lacing up his Chuck Taylors, and was about to head to the cafeteria. He passed a mirror, catching a glimpse of the familiar features that he'd seen his entire life. The pale skin and freckles that covered his cheeks and nose. He pulled at the sleeve of his black shirt as he moved, making way to where a large portion of the recruits were still eating. The stopped in the entrance, his bright blue eyes scanning the room as little Megan pushed past him to get the breakfast he wasn't going to eat.


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    August felt the soft touch of his shoulder, as he sat down beside her. "Hey Merc, I was thinking about taking a walk around the building. Gotta keep these eyes sharp." He said with a smirk, as he picked up his toast, then taking a bite.
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    August nodded, his face full with eggs and bread. He was staring at the table, all he wanted was to see the faces of everyone. He wanted to see the sky. But that would never happen. "So what's up guys? Y'all been anywhere intresting, Greece? Maybe the good ol' US?" It was centered as a joke, simply a conversation starter, since no one was allowed to leave the hellish compound.
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  • IC: Shafaqat laughs softly. "Well, I did go to the beach, that is always nice." She whispers. She likes to go out to the edge of the island, mainly so she can sing without worrying someone might be affected.



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  • [justify][font=arial][size=8]As Usnavi fleshed out his answer, Peter began to rue the fact that he had asked in the first place. It was evident that it had roused something deep within the once bright boy, a change in the way his face rested. He had never put much faith in the future let alone his own, being nothing more than but a breath in the wind. Travel didn't pique his interest, and neither did fame. There weren't many things he wished to accomplish in life, having realistically obtained nothing more than a broken family, "I can understand that, but I believe our ability to 'choose' was ripped from our beings the moment we entered the system, unfortunately, assuming many of us came from unfortunate backgrounds." With pursed lips, his gaze; lacking their usual puzzled look, rested upon Alex. Promptly nodding as they explained themselves, "I do believe there is a justice in helping people, even if it was against our will to be taken here in the first place." Though he held no interest in acting on behalf of his beliefs, Peter saw that good could come of their situation, but the moral ambiguity of it all kept him on the edge. Shaking his head, the Nolan realized that any further discussion of such a topic could be perceived as invasive on his part. Deciding that it was best to drop the subject, Peter peaked over his shoulder as a voice sounded from the entrance. A new arrival, [color=limegreen]"That being said, what are your plans for today?" He questioned.

  • "Well, they put fences on the edges of all the cliffs, so I got nothing," Usnavi shrugged, "I wanted to amass a huge army of seagulls to carry me across the ocean and all the way to Canada." It was hard to tell from his tone if he was joking or not. He offered no further explanation and took another bite of his pancakes. "What about you two?"


    Harley watched August, but said nothing. He thought he had heard the boy address him as a girl. He knew it was probably unintentional but he still didn't like it. Having nowhere else to go and nothing better to do, he simply sat and watched him and Shafaqat talk.

  • [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px] The first person Megan saw was Harley, probably one of the few people she actually enjoyed. He was like her mother, regardless of the fact that he was a guy. As he was one of the few people she actually liked, she became defensive when she saw a few people around him.


    "Harley!" her small voice rang out over the cafeteria as she ran over to him. She would always either call him by his name or Mom, despite they hadn't even known each other for too long. Her bare feet slapped against to cool tile, her tangled locks trailing behind her. Instantly, she was buy his side, one fist already having a handful of his shirt as she stood protectively behind him.


    She glared up at the other boy in front of her- not that he could see it anyways. "Go away, August. No one likes you." Megan's words were harsh, like they usually were. She often made rude comments or remarks to anyone around her, no matter the size or age or disability or power, the only exceptions were those she clung to. Like Harley. She turned her dark brown eyes to the silver-haired male, tugging slightly on his shirt.


    Kenny watched as Megan ran passed him, but that's not the name he associated her with. He had hard time matching their actual names to their faces, so he made easy nicknames to remember. For example, Megan was Pipsqueak. The guy with green hair-the one with bird powers, he was Finch.


    Everyone here had a simple nickname from him, most of it was appearance or power-based. August was Ghost, since, like himself, he had invisibility. Quick, easy names like this were better for him. He wasn't sure how many Megans or Augusts or guys with green hair he'd seen and met in his lifetime. Nicknames made things easier, especially when you didn't actually talk to them or call them by their names. It might make things easier if everyone would call them by those names.


    He continued to examine the room, standing awkwardly to the side, lost in thought.


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    (Just and FYI it was an accident I called him a boy. I read the form and I had forgotten, my apologies. But I'll go with it)


    August heard Megan voice, loud and harsh. For whatever reason she didn't like him, and he could care less. "Oh hey Megan, glad to hear your thundering voice. And I was just going." He said standing up, and did something he never did. He looked directly at Megan. People who knew him knew that if he looked directly at a person, it wasn't good. "See you around Megan." He said quietly before walking away.
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  • (Ahhhhhh it's alright friendo no problems here srry bout the miscommunication)


    "Megan, don't be rude," Harley chastised quietly, "It's fine August, you don't have to leave." He didn't want August to be offended. It would freak him out quite a lot if he was, even though he really didn't do anything wrong.
    (Also sorry it's sucky I'm on mobile atm)

  • ooc; recap of what happened? sorry i was inactive yesterday...

  • IC: Shafaqat stands. "I think I'll go with you, I just finished eating." She whispers.



    OOC: More breakfast chatting, some people went off to train, and Megan pissed off August.

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    "Dont worry Har it's alright. We can catch up later. " He really wasn't hurt, if he was he wouldn't be sarcastic. Plus Megan wasn't a threat to him, honestly no one was. Some people handled tragic events better than others, and everyone here was the same. Since Merc decided to come, he offered his arm for her to lock her around his. He wasn't doing it cause he wanted to be romantic, he did it so she can lead him, but secretly he did it for that reason.
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  • IC: She smiles, looping his arm through his. "Let's go then." She whispers, guiding him carefully around the tables and other people as they leave. She's glad he can't tell that she's blushing a little bit.



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    August stared ahead, as he let Merc guide him through the halls, and eventually heard the noise from the cafeteria fade. "Megan can't take a joke can she? But anyways why do you always whisper? Good thing I have good hearing."
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  • [justify][font=arial][size=8]The boy managed a grin at the others words. It was ridiculous, yes, but sometimes that just made it all the more humorous. There was an art to comedy that Peter had never quite grasped. He fathomed how one imitating noises of flatulence could be perceived as funny, much less to a developing child. Immature it was, yes, but yet it instilled the desired reaction; laughter. It was a sensation that was different for everybody, it could be bitter,-sweet, refreshing, malevolent, and no one would question why. Why was that? Crystalline hues drifted to the table, the mention of his homeland involuntarily causing his throat to close up, "Canada you say? I used to live in Saskatchewan." He paused, "As for my plans, I believe that I am going to do some reading. Something light-hearted, ideally." It was at that moment when a child's voice rang from afar. Visibly frowning, Peter looked to see what the commotion was all about. He did not recognize the petite figure, cocking his head off to one side in question, [color=limegreen]"I was not aware that there were children here."

  • IC: She sighs. "It's my voice." She explains. "They gave me the power to control emotions with my voice. I don't know if it's just singing, or speaking as well, so I don't take the risk." She looks at the ground. "I used to love singing…"



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    August listened, something he was good at. "Well your talking right now and your not controlling me? Hey I have an idea." He said with a sly smile, if he could find a pair of headphones the doctors used when they talked to her, maybe he could listen to her sing! He wanted to, and it would make her feel better.
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  • IC: She looks over at him. "I'm not really using my voice, though, I'm whispering. What's your idea?" She asks. She really appreciates that he talks to her like this. It comforts her to have someone she can trust.



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    "How do you feel about breaking into a lab?" He said with a mishevious smile, now he was excited. If he got the headphones, then it would improve Merc's confidence.
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