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Post by Emby Foster on Oct 18, 2009 21:28:51 GMT -5
Emby ran her hand against the smooth rock. She'd been searching for a place like this. It was quiet and out of the way. She could almost forget where she was. Almost. Thoughts of her capture and her father ran through her mind. Would he have come here to get away as well? That is, if he hadn't killed himself. Emby punched the rock and it bent to her will. A small sob ripped from her chest before she controlled it. She would never be as strong as her father. She never could be. She ran her hand over the small dent she had made and smoothed it back to its original shape. She didn't want to ruin the place. Well, at least this place. If Freakopolis burnt to the ground, well, she'd be a lot better off.
Every night, Emby had at least two panic attacks. Everything reminded her of her father, her past and yet, none of it was familiar. She couldn't help but remember her father as she ate her meals, or as she got her clothes that would protect her from her powers. As if! She didn't need protection from her powers, only her thoughts. She was slowly rotting away in this hell hole and she hadn't even been there a full month. She turned her back to the stone and rested against it. "Why did you leave me?" she asked softly, her face turned toward to the wind.
Emby's eyes opened as she heard footsteps. She didn't want to get in trouble and she didn't know all the rules of this place. She straightened her back, her arms were crossed over her chest. Her hands formed fists. Way to act casual, she thought to herself but she was too freaked to act casual. She had seen too many fights break out around her. The prisoners here shouldn't be fighting each other, she believed. They should be fighting the guards. Fighting anything to help get out of Freakopolis.
But back to the current situation. Emby's eyes scanned the surrounding area. Her heart beat picked up and she took three, deep breaths. She couldn't have a panic attack, not while someone was around her. Who knows what this person was snooping around for. A fight? Someone to torment? "Hello?" she whispered, meaning to say it louder though. |
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Post by Sulley on Oct 18, 2009 22:03:28 GMT -5
Another cruel day, and once again Sulley found himself scaling the cliff, up up up towards the top, towards the peak of the wall. Or what seemed to be the all. Then again, it was a dome after all so a peak didn't really mean crap. But at least you could get a good view of the guards from such a vantage point. The little cave where he had first met Taboo came to him, encouraging him to climb higher and higher. His muscles ached. Sweat hugged his shirt to his back and chest. His muscles quivered.
With a grunt Sulley pulled himself over the edge. He didn't get scared easily, but the man made a point not to look over the edge. He rolled into a safe zone where the ground was relatively flat. It seemed he wasn't the only one who came up here. It was hard to think that this place had existed for years. Mutants had grown old and died here. Some had started families. Families. Sulley curled his lip.
Pushing to his feet, the large man brushed himself off. Why? The moment he asked himself he stopped. It seemed getting the dirt off was a natural human instinct. Or, mutant instinct. But that wasn't what he would do anymore. There was more to being a part of the Rebellion than just trying to get out. As cheesy and amateur as it sounded, they were rebels. He would be one.
And so, with dust on his face and tainted clothes, Sulley stepped up the cliff's surface, making loud noise as he went. Rounding a bend--could it possibly be the same one?--he came upon a woman. She was breathing hard and she looked scared to him, like a deer caught in headlights. Sulley froze in his place.
All mutants were animals. That was a fact. What he wasn't sure of yet was whether or not this one would bite.
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Post by Emby Foster on Oct 20, 2009 21:10:05 GMT -5
Emby's hand pushed against her chest, as if trying to stop her heart from beating so fast. Going to the infirmary for this stupid little panic attack would be pointless. And embarrassing. So far, she'd been able to control them by herself. Really though, she was just able to hide the fact she had them from everybody else. She felt her pulse slowly decline as the man she heard came into view. He climbed? Emby slowly looked him over.
His first move confused her. He went to brush himself off but stopped, letting the dirt remain on his person. She wanted to ask why he did that but she was still waiting for her breathing to return to normal. He stared back at her and it was only making her control over her attack weaken. She took a gulp of air and she recovered. Biting her lip, she wondered what she should say.
"Sorry," she muttered. "I didn't know his was someone else's spot." She really wasn't sorry and she didn't think anyone could own a piece of nature, at least not in Freakopolis but just like Sulley, she wondered if he was the type of mutant to bite. He certainly looked tough. No, it looked like he had been through a lot. It led to Emby asking, "how long have you been here?" And she was clearly not talking about how long he had been on top of the cliff.
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Post by Sulley on Oct 25, 2009 18:54:09 GMT -5
Sulley relaxed a fraction when the girl began to speak. From the way she bit her lip she either knew what it did for her appearance or genuinely confused and/or nervous. With both, Sulley had nothing to be worried about. Of course, if he could choose one over the other that might result in the sudden absence of...well, he'd rather not go there. She might not be dangerous but there was still a lot more to a mutant than just what you saw. He made sure to keep his distance just in case this one killed you when you got close too.
"This is a cliff." Sulley said, meaning to point out something obvious that he knew she knew, hoping to make her feel stupid. How could she think it was his spot? That was his intention, anyway. The inflection in his voice and the way he blinked after saying it only made him look like a moron. Go figure.
Sulley wasn't sure what to make of this idle chat. Was he supposed to sit? Stare? Stand there awkwardly? He was half tempted to ignore the question and continue on his way. On a whim he decided to answer--while standing there awkwardly.
"I just got here. Climbed the mountain up that way." The moron thumbed the way he'd come.
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Post by Emby Foster on Oct 25, 2009 21:46:27 GMT -5
About Emby biting her lip, she, of course being a teenage girl, knew what it did for her appearance but in this case she was barely aware of the slight pressure her teeth made on her lips. It was a nervous reactions and a way to control her breathing. Her mind had to focus on the blood rushing under her teeth, though there was no abrasion, instead of her overworking lungs. Her breathing slowed even more although she wasn't in direct control of this new reaction. Her hands slid deeper into her pockets, where they balled into anxious fists. Not anxious for a fight though, just anxious in general. She made no attempt to cover the distance between them that Sulley had left.
Emby blinked in response to his comment. Despite how he thought he made himself look like a moron, Emby's face turned red with embarrassment. She quickly hid it though. If he wanted to make her look like an idiot, he succeeded. She moved her hands from her pockets to cross them over her chest. "Most mutants get defensive around here...," she quietly defended her logic to him, though she didn't know why. She owed him nothing. Seemed clear he shared her belief that no one could one spots.
Emby was stuck with the same dilemma as him. Part of her reminded her that normal people in normal situations wouldn't be so far apart and probably wouldn't be on the top of a cliff but they weren't normal people and they weren't in a normal situation. She mirrored his awkwardness and felt like she was part to blame for it.
She shook her head when he answered how long he had been at the cliff. "I meant...Freakopolis, if you don't mind asking. I don't really know how to deal with being here. It's like banging my head against a wall. How can all these mutants just deal with it?" Her last question was rhetorical and filled with disgust. She didn't mean to indulge with a perfect stranger but it just kind of came out. Emby didn't have much say in what she said sometimes. |
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Post by Sulley on Oct 25, 2009 22:17:22 GMT -5
"They don't." Sulley interrupted before the last word was out of her mouth. An excitement entered his eyes. "I thought you smelled like new meat." His eyes scanned her. She looked young to him as well. Sure, maybe not that much younger than him physically, but there was an authentic innocence to her that didn't come in any regular packaging. She seemed lost, feeble, and in need of direction.
Maybe he was misreading her altogether. Maybe not.
"Not everyone deals with it. There are some people who fight it internally but continue to survive. They're the Protectors. Then there's guys like me," he jabbed his thumb into his chest, "who fight it physically. The Rebellion fights to get out." A touch of pride swelled his chest. His numbers were growing. Maybe they'd have enough to...to what? He wasn't even sure.
"The people who deal with it are the Dreamers. They're naive. But even they don't deal with it. They truly and honestly exist happily here." The loathing was obvious in his voice. It might have been there because everything he stood for was almost exactly opposite of them. Or maybe it was because he was inexplicably jealous of their capability to adapt. "The people who sit around dealing with it usually end up dying first." He told her coldly. Sulley watched her for a moment, before taking three advancing steps. They weren't meant to be threatening, but they certainly wouldn't be called friendly.
"What's your name?" He demanded.
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Post by Emby Foster on Oct 25, 2009 22:34:18 GMT -5
Emby noticed how he avoided her questions about how long he had been here. She guessed it didn't matter all that much. Just like she gave of an aura of being new, he gave one off of having been here much longer then her. It confused her though, when he said she smelled like new meat. It made her feel exposed in away where she couldn't conceal herself. Mutants were much more perceptive then regular humans and Emby didn't like it. She didn't like being able to be read. It was just one more thing she got to add to the list of things she wasn't able to control. It was steadily growing.
She listened as he explained the mechanics of Freakoplis to her. Her eyes widened as she realized who she'd been talking to. Emby may not have been here long, but she had heard of the three groups. The Rebellion had particularly stuck out to her. She felt like it would have been where her dad had gone, if he'd been stuck here. He wouldn't have just sat it out with the Dreamers. He would have found a way out. Any way out. "You're the leader?" she choked out, eyes wide and matching the excitement of his from earlier.
Emby's usually calm, even when she wasn't, face turned a little angry as he described The Dreamers. Their behavior, to Emby, was inexcusable. Did they not have families that had been ripped away from them outside the walls? Did they not know what Freakopolis meant? It meant destruction. Emby didn't want to be apart of that and yes, she would join a hell-bent group set on fighting if it meant getting out of this god forsaken place. Sulley hadn't even spoke of her joining his group but Emby's mind worked far ahead of reality sometimes.
"My name's Michelle but call me Emby." It was her mutant name but it was one given to her by her mother. She had been given any other nickname, she probably would have hated it but Emby was a name given from someone she loved and she would be called it proudly. She warily watched his steps, not knowing what to take of them. "And yours?" she asked. |
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Post by Sulley on Oct 26, 2009 16:45:43 GMT -5
Sulley chewed on the inside of his cheek, considering the girl. Her widened eyes made her look frightened, and he distantly wondered whether it was because of his face or something that had occurred to her. Not that he really cared, mind you. People acted however they wanted around him. He tended to go with the flow. That was, of course, unless you did something that awakened his blood lust.
"You call me Raze." Sulley preferred using his mutant name with the newer people he met. In the rumors the leader of the Rebellion was called Sulley, so giving out a less popular name usually worked for the best with him. Of course, there were some people who had heard both and weren't fooled...
"You look young," he pointed his chin at Emby when he said it, "you new to your mutation? It can be rough in here sometimes. You should make sure to watch your back." Oh, the joys of being in a confined area with freaks like himself; he talked so much more.
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Post by Emby Foster on Oct 26, 2009 19:46:56 GMT -5
Emby, so far, had no feelings of actual fear about Sulley. It was more so that she tended to fear everyone that could potentially hurt her, anyone that had any sort of advance on her. Strangers were the enemy, in Emby's mind. When you moved around the whole country, when you ran away and natural fear of strangers tended to spring up. She couldn't help. She was scared of non-mutants too. Anyone that could potentially hurt her was to be feared. Kind of a crappy belief but it what was instilled deep in her heart, deep into who she was.
Emby nodded her head, mouthing the name to herself. It was unusual, but generally most mutant names were. She briefly wondered what his name implied about his powers. Raze sounded sharp. Maybe he can make razors pop out of his wrists. That'd be....different, she thought to herself. Then again, most of the powers she had heard about had been hugely different from her own. Emby made no connection.
"I'm seventeen and yeah, I don't control it well. It's sort of...unstable. Always tied in to my emotions. I can barely contain fire before burning myself." She shook her head, embarrassed, as she realized he had no clue what she did. "I have control over the elements, by the way. You?" She looked into his eyes, innocently curious. Maybe he'd be more forthcoming if she shared information first. "And thanks for the warning," she added with a small smile, her front teeth showing a bit. Her initial fear over this stranger slowly ebbed away. |
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Post by Sulley on Oct 29, 2009 21:15:15 GMT -5
Sulley couldn't help but notice that when she smiled with her teeth she looked a bit goofy, like a rabbit, but at the same time as cute as a button. Not that he would have described it in those terms, mind you, but that is the gist.
"Why did you tell me that?" Sulley asked immediately, as if someone had just insulted him. At times he was a bit off with inflection when he spoke. In truth he just honestly could not comprehend. The way he turned his head to look at her from the sides of his eyes conveyed that.
"Don't go spreading your personal information like that. The secret of your mutation is your most powerful weapon. The mystery of your power level is like your soul. You can't just tell any random person who walks by that you're damned." Sulley ground his teeth together in a very unhealthy manner. His voice grew gentle as he added,
"But you're lucky I mean you no harm." He took a step closer, just for the sake reassurance. "My skin can cut you. So don't touch me unless you know I know you're about to." Absently he focused all his sharpness into his hair.
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Post by Emby Foster on Oct 29, 2009 21:25:45 GMT -5
It was something that a few different people had once brought up to Emby. It always embaressed her when it was brought up. It made her feel little and naive. She didn't really knwo why it made her feel that way. It just tended to. It was like her smile was just another weakness that could be used against her.
Emby flinched as Sulley spoke to her. "I-I...I mean..." She stammered, not sure how to answer his question. She crossed her arms defensively over her chest and took a step back. Maybe I was wrong to judge so early. Maybe he isn't one of the nicer ones.... It kind of saddened her. Sulley looked like he knew how to take care of himself. It'd be nice to be around someone like that.
She closed her eyes as he scolded her. She laughed, albeit a bit bitterly. "You sound like my mom, you know that? Of course you don't." She opened her eyes to look at him as his voice softened. He seemed a bit mood-y and unstable when it came to his emotions. Or maybe he just didn't like to see random people get hurt. Who knows?
"I didn't think you would," she said softly, not sure if he even heard her. She rose a curious eyebrow as he told her his mutation, especially after his little yell-at-the-newbie-Freak--for-being-an-idiot fit. "That's....kinda cool. Your like...every villian's dream. No crime, no evidence." Emby was kind of speaking nervously, not sure what Sulley's buttons were. She flinched when she finished, waiting for the tidal wave of his words. |
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Post by Sulley on Nov 1, 2009 9:19:45 GMT -5
Sulley hadn't heard what she said softly, though he'd seen her lips move. His own breathing filled his ears. That was strange. He wasn't panting, but for some reason everything else besides the thumping of his heart and his inhales and exhales seemed around the corner. He held a blink closed longer than what was normal, shaking his head, hoping to shake the...whatever it was away.
Sulley's eyes sharpened at her last comment. He felt his blood warm, and suddenly it seemed a good idea to end what little spark this girl had and toss her body between the two large rocks to the right that he'd been eying. If he stuffed her in just a way that nothing of hers protruded, no one would ever be able to find her. But who would be looking anyway? And even if she was found, what would they do?
Sulley jolted out of his musing like a man with hounds on his heels, swallowing hard.
"There's always evidence." He told her stiffly, wondering if she knew something that no other mutant her would know. Except maybe Curtis. But he didn't want to talk about that.
"Anyway, what are you doing here? I don't have to be your mother to tell you that wandering around alone isn't the best way to go around here." And you thought rapists and murderers were only on the streets on New York.
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Post by Emby Foster on Nov 1, 2009 10:21:15 GMT -5
Emby watched him curiously. Sulley really was an interesting person. She kept her arms crossed around her chest but watched him, wondering what was going through his head. She wouldn't dare ask but that only made her curiosity more potent. She wondered if he was always like this. Or if he was just having an off day.
Emby, for no reason she could think of, took a step away from Sulley. Maybe mutants were more intact with their animal instincts. Sulley was confusing her greatly. Was he safe? Or was he dangerous? She turned her head away from his eyes, not liking the look in them. Guess I upset him. She swallowed a lump in her throat when he spoke to her. He was hot and cold and she wanted to call him out on it but he'd probably only get worse.
She unclenched her hands only to bring them back down, this time stirring the wind around her, as if making a shield. The only hint of her moving the air was her hair. Of course, the sway of her hair could have been produced by a real breeze.
"I wanted to get away. It's hard not to think about being locked up when you stand next to a wall that makes you powerless, or while in a cell block. And it'd be nice to walk around with people if everyone weren't so scared of each other." Or rather, if I weren't so scared of everyone, she thought and she closed her eyes tightly for a moment. She was getting defensive now. He'd played good guy and bag guy too much and her normal, teenage side was coming out. That could be a good thing, if this weren't Freakopolis. |
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Post by Sulley on Nov 1, 2009 13:30:52 GMT -5
Sulley was quick to pounce on her words, but he did so with gentle insistence.
"Don't go near the walls then. Stay in the center of Freakopolis. We have a twenty mile circumference, it isn't like this place is small. And don't sleep in the cell blocks. They don't smell pleasant anyway. Camp out." Sulley, for God knows what reason, wanted this girl to be happy. He wanted to see her smile again. He wanted to see her get the most out of life, even if it was in a place like this. What the hell was wrong with him?
"Don't accept dissatisfaction."
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Post by Emby Foster on Nov 1, 2009 13:47:56 GMT -5
Emby's eyes widened as Sulley tried to calm her down, tried to make her see a new way. She laughed gently as he suggested that she camp. She rubbed the back of her head. "You're the most confusing person I've ever had the pleasure of meeting, you know that?" She shook her head and placed her hands behind her back. Her short-lived smile faded a bit, turning sad and twisted.
"It's hard not to think about this place. I've been running from it for three-four years. I wasn't like my dad when he was caught. I don't have his type of strength. All I know how to do is run." She made a gesture around her. "Where do I have to run now?" She asked Sulley, frustration clouding her features. She wasn't frustrated with him. Okay, she kind of was with the way he'd been acting but no, this frustration was directed at her self and her circumstance which she didn't have control over. She never had control over anything. "I'd do anything to get out of here," she told him. |
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