Somehow, we will survive(The Darkest Minds)((PAFP))

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    It's been six years since IAAN spread throughout The United States, killing off most of the population's children. No one knew what started it, or how to stop it. But that wasn't the governments main concern at the time. They had bigger issues on their hands. It wasn't the deaths of the children that struck fear into the nation, but those that survived it.

    The children that survived the disease gained abilities no one thought possible. Pyromancy and Mind Control being the two most dangerous out of the five.

    They rounded up all of the survivors into what they called 'Rehabilitation Camps'. They claimed they could cure us, reform us to be normal again. But they really just needed test subjects and workers.

    Each kid was labeled with a color to determine their abilities;

    Greens: Super smart, good with code breaking and puzzle solving.

    Blues: The power of Telekinesis.

    Yellows: Power of Electric Manipulation.

    Reds: Pyromancers.

    Oranges: Power of Mind Manipulation; Mind Control.


    The government deemed Reds and Oranges too dangerous to exist, and ordered for their immediate deaths. Very few were lucky enough to escape, but most met their end by lethal injection.

    There are so few out there left, most kids were holed up in the camps. But for how long? How long would it be before they started executing all of the survivors of IAAN?

    We must escape, and free ourselves.



    Welcome! Thank you for taking the time to read this thread x) I've recently seen the movie The Darkest Minds but read the series years ago(well, The Darkest Minds and Never Fade, am currently reading The After Light). So I was kinda wanting to go along with the books, or make our own story. Either or is fine with me.

    As for a plot(aside from just going with the story) I figured it could be two sisters trapped in one of the camps, either could be Red or Orange or both of the same(doesn't really matter to me) but are disguised as Greens in order to survive. However, they are found out and must escape the camp.

    After their escape, they find two brothers, also survivors of IAAN on the run to find a safe place, and the four group together to find the infamous East River; a secret camp run by kids, for kids.


    Kinda a cliche, I know, but who doesn't enjoy a cliche every now and then?

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    I’d totally be interested, mostly cause I saw the movie and loved it, lol. I don’t play girls well though and idk if you’re set on it, but I would play a brother for the pair if that would be fine? If not I can try to play a sister instead.





    Awesome! If you prefer playing boys that's totally fine you can play a male character and I'll play a female character. Not gonna force you to play a character you don't want lol

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    Cool, so how old will they be around and a basic appearance to work around? I wanna make him look not too different from your character. Well, all that and of course where they are from and all.





    They'll be around 16 or 17, my character will have long curly brown hair with hazel eyes so if you want your character to have hazel, green, or brown eyes that's totally up to you.

    I was thinking they could originally be from like Georgia or Michigan or something? Not 100% sure, depends if you prefer North or South I guess lol

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    Were you planning on twins or just siblings? Also it doesn’t matter which, either place is fine. I’ll start pulling together some details. Which color were you doing for your girl?





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    OOC:

    Perhaps not orange, but you did mention red. It would cause some problems up the road for plots if you wanted that. I’ll work my fellow around the both for now.





    IC:

    How is this? If something’s not ok, I can change it. Or if you’d prefer him an orange or lower.



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    Rowan | Male | 17 years | Red


    Unpredictable | Protective | Paranoid | Rash
    As a younger boy, Rowan was a completely different person. The sweet-hearted kid he used to be is barely even visible after all the torment he and his sister went through during their time at the rehabilitation camp. As time passed, he grew affected by powers he had gained, and not in the best way.
    He’s grown irritable as of late. Though careful about not showing these moodlets to the guards in the camp, he’s unable to control himself in private. Suppressing the fire within himself for years for fear of being killed has taken its toll on his mind and body. He’s taken to looking behind every corner and at every shadow with the wariness and caution of a killer in hiding. Panic attacks often hit him when he’s alone or with his sister, and all other times he tries to hide them as a common fear of the guards. Because of these, he’s become unpredictable in his actions.
    The time he acts normally, he’s a caring older brother who wants nothing more than to keep his sister safe. He would do anything for the last of his family, even if it meant the soldiers discovering what he was. Not that it would be long anyway as his condition grows worse.


    Quirks:
    • His hands often shake uncontrollably from a span of several seconds up to a minute randomly. It usually causes him a short panic when it happens because of what would happen if the soldiers saw.
    • He is quite clumsy, and it’s a wonder he’s been disguised as a green for this long.
    • Has a habit of staring off into the distance.


    Likes:

    • Being with family

    • Listening to birds sing

    • Music

    • Sugar cookies


    Dislikes:

    • Hurting people he loves

    • Cold

    • His abilities

    • Snakes


    Looks great! I'll do my bio and we can get this thing started x)


    Name: Aspen

    Age: 16

    Gender: Female

    Color: Orange

    Personality: Aspen appears to be shy and quiet around everyone else, but the real her only comes out around her brother. Due to their situation, she has become almost a master of manipulation with the help of her abilities. The number one thing on her mind everyday is to keep Rowan safe and their real colors a secret. Just as her brother is protective of her, she is protective of him as well. From the beginning, she knew they needed to stay together in order to survive-especially after their colors were revealed. She's become her brother's keeper, staying strong for him and covering up for any 'odd' behavior he might show. She will never stop protecting him, he is all she has.

    Quirks: Tries denying her abilities but ultimately using them quite often to keep the guards oblivious to her and her brother, often daydreams, doesn't sleep much, is always trying to think of a full proof escape plan.

    Likes: Horses, reading, sunlight, nature

    Dislikes: Being indoors for too long, the camps, spiders, and her abilities.

    OOC: Ok sounds good!


    IC: Aspen took a deep breath of the fresh air while she had the chance. She loved the days she was allowed outside, even if it was only to harvest the fruit and vegetables from the fields. Her nails were chipped and a few tips were bloody where she'd been digging for potatoes, her hands and clothes covered in dirt.

    She didn't mind though, everyone wore the same thing, scrubs with their color. Her scrubs were green, an easy enough ability to fake, so long as she wasn't asked something overly hard, at least.

    She was glad it was finally fall, digging through the fields during summer was less than pleasant. She much preferred this time of year anyways, always had ever since she was a little girl.

    Her mother was the same, she'd always told her, "It's easier to warm up, than it is to cool down."

    And she couldn't agree more, especially in their situation. The camps only ever did the minimum of everything, including electricity and food.


    Sitting back on the calf of her legs, she glanced around at all of the other Greens picking through the field, and all of the PSFs standing around, keeping an eye on all of the kids with their weapons at the ready should anyone cause any trouble.

    But this group was nothing but Greens, and they were no real threat. Their abilities weren't dangerous in the slightest-unless, of course, given certain materials to put together something dangerous.

    Everyone always underestimated the Greens. Yes, their abilities weren't of the physical nature, but no one really thought about how dangerous knowledge could be.

    Aspen thought about it, though. She thought about it a lot. She thought that, if she really were a Green like she pretended to be, then maybe she would be smart enough to get her and Rowan out of here by putting together some elaborate escape plan only someone with a brilliant mind could think up.

    But no, she wasn't that smart. She did, however, have the ability to persuade others and manipulate another's mind. Sure, it's come in handy on more than a few occasions. But she always had to be extremely careful about what she was doing, and be cautious of how many people she used it on.


    Shaking her head of those thoughts, she glanced a few rows over to her left, and spotted her older brother, Rowan, digging through the part of the field that grew carrots. Catching his eye, she smiled at him, and even gave a wave.

    It was her reminder to him that she was there, and that she was keeping an eye on him should anything happen.

    Her brother's ability could protect them from an assault, sure, and would come in handy in a life or death situation, but here in the camp it was beyond dangerous; if anyone found out, it would be a death sentence.

    Which is where her abilities came into play. Should anyone take witness to his ability, she wiped that memory away, simply replacing it with a new one.

    She'd gotten quite good at it over the years, able to control several people at once without batting an eye.

    Still, it scared her when she really thought about it...

    IC:

    Rowan

    I had always liked fall as a kid. The fiery leaves gliding gently towards the ground, the leaf piles we used to jump in after father had finished raking, and the cool breeze that signaled winter. Those days were long gone.

    The gentle autumn breeze shifted my brown hair, pushing strands into my face as I dug my fingers into the dirt. Even though we were currently outside, we were doing work under heavy guard in a confined area. The confined fields had no bother to me, and nor did the dirt, it was the soldiers I worried about.

    Thanks to my sister, we both were passed off as greens; the weakest and easiest to handle of us kids. Truth was, though we wore the familiar green scrubs, we were far from the helpless yet intelligent greens they thought we were. My sister had it easier than I. If she was discovered, she just used her abilities to make sure the witness didn’t remember the encounter, or convince them she wasn’t a threat. That was the work of an orange, the second most dangerous color. As far as I knew, all other discovered oranges had been killed on the spot.

    She has it easier than me. I had a more difficult time, both on a physical and mental level, and with the guards. I was a red. I’ve never seen another red, nor heard of any ever entering the camp. If they had, they would’ve been killed on sight. I was listed as lethal, a threat to all who lived in the camp. Without my sister, I wouldn’t have lasted a day here.

    I pulled up a good sized carrot from the ground, my hands covered in the muck it grew from. I felt like my fate was like this carrot. If unrooted, it dies. If I was found out, I would die. What a horrible metaphor to compare myself to a carrot.

    As a red, I could control fire. The only time I had used this power was when I found out I had it. I was a scared kid at the time, terrified of the fire suddenly expelling from my body. Little to say, it ended with burning trees and bad memories I didnt wish to relive. From that day on I’ve been suppressing the fires. My sister always told me it was producing bad side effects. My hands started shaking at random times, causing me to drop what I’m doing and alert the soldiers something was wrong. I...became more aggressive. The frustration of keeping it all contained sent me over the edge. I’d never fight with the guards, but I’ve threatened other greens and even yelled at my sister several times. It was so hard...

    Without her... I glanced up from my small pile of vegetables. Greens around me were working diligently as ever, all crouched to the ground harvesting what they could. There she is. My sister wasn’t too far away, and I was lucky enough in that moment to have looked upon her the same moment she did me. She gave a little smile, which comforted my growing nerves. I gave a brief smile back.




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    OOC: Oh yay! First person POV ^.^ I haven't done that in forever!


    IC: Rowan's returned smile was brief, I could tell something was on his mind; there usually was. It was normal, we always had a lot to think about, and a lot of time to do it. I hoped my brother was doing ok over there, though. I knew I could quickly get to him if I needed to, but still, it wasn't the same as having him by my side to comfort. If his nerves were acting up, there was a possibility of him losing control.

    And there were a lot of witnesses at the moment.

    I glanced around, trying to think of a way to get to Rowan if he wasn't alright without drawing too much attention. I didn't want to cause a scene if I could avoid one.

    Looking back over to my brother, I gave him a thumbs up-a question to see if he really was doing alright.

    If he wasn't, I would get to him. If he was, then I would just continue to pick at the potatoes unless told otherwise.

    No matter what, I would make sure Rowan was feeling ok. He was, and always will be, my first priority.

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    The smile I gave faded a little as the seconds stretched on. There it was. The familiar thumbs up to ask if I was ok. Was I truly ok? Not really. I always felt terrified I would give myself away and be killed because of it. I was terrified of losing control randomly and burning everything around me. I was terrified of the shaking that could happen at any moment.

    Pull yourself together, Rowan, don’t freak yourself out. You know what happens when you freak out. I returned to her an answer not of words, but a simple look. My eyes were wild and unsure, but otherwise no noticeable emotions for the guards to catch. I averted my eyes quickly back down to my work and lowered my left hand to dig my fingers back into the dirt for the next carrot.

    I shouldn’t worry, not with her watching over me. But things never seemed to be simple. I wrapped my fingers around the next vegetable to be pulled up and the first thing I saw were my fingers shaking around the root. The feeling in my hand was...well, I could barely feel it. I couldn’t even stop it. Not again... I quickly pulled my hand to my torso to cradle it against my body for any hopes of hiding it. Leaving it to fling up dirt would do me no good.

    The panic ensued inside of me, but I kept my eyes down on my work. With my other hand I made up for the work I couldn’t complete with the other, taking care to dig up the carrot. Calm down, buddy. Just breath.



    OOC:

    I started doing it a while ago and never stopped lol. Also, when’s the breakout gonna happen?


    OOC: Very nice. I'm thinking not long after nightfall.


    IC: That one look was all the answer I needed to look back down in front of me and pull up a couple more potatoes before reaching out with my mind to connect with the nearby guard. I implanted images in his head, a made up scene between me and the girl working not far from me.


    The blonde haired Green gets too close to the brunette as they're picking. The blonde looks up at the other girl with disgust and spits at her.

    "Get away from me." She says, "You're too close!"

    The brunette doesn't even look up, just continues to pick at the vegetables, "You're the one that wondered over here when you should've been sticking to your end."

    "Whatever." Blondie hissed, "Just move!"

    Finally, the brunette looks up, "No."

    In anger, blondie spits in the brunette's face, causing her to stand and wipe off the saliva with her sleeves. No one but the PSFs should be standing, the kids should always be on their hands and knees, picking, unless switching areas or rows.


    Once I had that scene real in his mind, I then poked at his thoughts, pushing my suggestions into his brain and urging him to listen.


    The brunette is already standing, move her away from the blonde girl. Far enough away so they won't cause any trouble. Move her to the carrot field opposite the potato field. She can be someone else's problem


    "Hey!" I heard the PSF call as I stood. I'd timed it perfectly, "Don't be causing any trouble. Get to the carrot field. I don't wanna look at ya anymore."

    Nodding, I kept my head down as I picked up my basket of potatoes and headed to my left, a few rows over towards where Rowan dug, hunched over.

    My pace quickened as I got closer and I knelt down beside him, setting my basket aside as I faced forward, pretending to pick at the carrots and work them out from the ground.

    "Rowan?" I whispered in concern, glancing at him out of the corner of my eye, "What can I do?"

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    I sucked in a deep breath, exhaling slowly through my mouth, my eyes still trained on the dirt. That’s it, breathe... Talking to myself had been a daily pastime for the past several years, most of the time counseling myself to calm down before I lost control. Even if my eyes took on the red hue for a brief second, someone could see it. Even if I did no damage.

    I could feel my hand still shaking against my chest, but reduced to a fist, my fingers weren’t flailing around. I wished things were simpler. How come my sister could control her abilities so well while mine were chaotic and unpredictable with side effects? She never had the mini seizure like movements my hands did. She never went crazy. Maybe she was just lucky...

    “Rowan? What can I do?” I hadn’t been expecting the soft voice next to me. I brought my eyes up to see my sister crouched next to me, digging in the dirt. How did she get over here? That question should answer itself by now. What could she do? I just wanted to let go of all the pressure, to expel some of the anger and heat of my abilities. Maybe then I’d feel better, but right now? Not a chance.

    “Don’t worry yourself, sis,” I murmured back, slowly bringing my cradled hand back to the ground. It wasn’t shaking as badly now, only a light tremble. I shouldn’t need her fussing over me all the time, but I can’t say I didn’t feel comforted by it. “Don’t get caught trying to help me.” I would feel terrible if she did.



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    I scoffed at Rowan's comment, continuing to dig for carrots, "Me, get caught? Not likely. You, on the other, a definite possibility. Let me help. Let me ease your mind a bit; send you somewhere else to occupy your thoughts."

    It was the one thing I could actually do to help with his episodes. It would help to distract him, and I could put him in a peaceful place so he could relax. A place where he was safe, even if only in his head.

    It was better than nothing. Most of the time, I felt so useless. Sure, I was able to keep us from getting caught, but what was I doing to actually help my brother with what he had to deal with?

    My powers weren't exactly a cake walk, either, but definitely not as bad as his. The difference between us was that I'd had time and practice to get a handle on my abilities. I've been able to exercise them and gain some control. But he hasn't. He's just had to keep them bottled up and restrained. It couldn't be good for him in any way.

    I'd thought many times that it could be the main reason why he has these episodes. If only he could release it, even momentarily, just get it out of his system, then maybe his nerves would calm down a bit. Enough to function without having so much anxiety and twitching.

    I vowed that if-when-we escaped from here, I would find a safe place for him to just let go and release everything that's been pent up. Perhaps we could find some kind of water tower, or a small secluded sand bed or island, something preferably surrounded by water with no people around to take witness.

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    How could I deny my own sister? She was right too. Her abilities would help me relax. Focus, Row. The only thing I worried about was being too distracted from her fixations to comply with the soldiers if they wanted me to do anything. That would be very bad indeed. I only was glad they didn’t suspect anything yet that I knew of.

    I took in another deep breath, letting it out as shakily as my hand had just been. Who was I kidding? I needed it. I doubted they’d take us from the fields until meal time anyway. I rose my eyes to gaze back into her hazel orbs when she spared me another glance.

    “Just be careful when you do,” I finally agreed quietly to her offer.



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    Don’t have too much to write right now since there’s not much going on.