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Post by Rosenna on Oct 30, 2009 19:09:13 GMT -5
Rosenna loved night. Since she had come to Freakopolis, she had never been outside while it was too dark. But she had decided to come out in the early morning so she wouldn't get into trouble.
After walking around a bit, she stumbled on a group of trees that were bent to look like a playground. She was suprised, as always, at how far the mutants went to make this place more like home. She found herself thinking that she wouldn't really mind staying here. After all, she had Gerg. She smiled when she thought of him. The last thing she would've thought of aquireing in prison would be a boyfriend but she had.
She made her way through some trees that looked like monkey bars. She jumped over logs and swang on the swings. She wished someone was here. No matter how old she got, she still loved playing. She jumped off the swing and landed lightly on her feet. She dropped to the ground with a sigh. She tilted her face to the fake night sky. As she looked, she sang a quiet song and stretched out on the grass.
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Post by Jett Tsar on Nov 3, 2009 21:21:09 GMT -5
Jett's tube of a bed which would have been an obstacle for young children on a regular day quivered as the earth beside it was unsettled by the landing of weight. He grumbled quietly and tossed in his sleep, throwing out an arm that slapped hard against the plastic.
"Ow. Dammit." Jett hissed between his teeth, snapping his hand into his chest to nurse it's pain away. Yawning slowly, the mutant blinked his sleepiness away and wiggled out of the tube. His eyes were immediately drawn to the woman who sat on the grass. Now that he saw her he realized it was her gentle voice he'd heard dancing on the wind. It made Jett want to close his eyes and rock. It took all his willpower not to.
Instead he stepped towards her quietly. When he spoke with his South African accent it was soft, as if trying not to wake a nearby baby.
"What's that tune? It's so familiar."
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Post by Rosenna on Nov 4, 2009 21:46:23 GMT -5
As Rosenna sang, she heard a distant crash and a voice, but she wanted to stay in her own mind as long as possible. She could hear the background music in her head and she let her voice float as far as she could let it.
She was aware of the footsteps, but she kept her eyes closed, slowly coming to reality as a quiet voice touched her ears.
"What's that tune? It's so familiar."
It was a man. He had some sort of an accent that she wanted to say was Australian but she wasn't sure. Her eyes were still closed but she blinked slowly as she struggled to remember the song.
"It was one I learned a long time ago at a summer camp. I used to sing it with my sisters..." she trailed off as she thought about when they used to camp on nights like these. Each one of them sang a different part and Rosenna was always a low alto. But that had changed when they moved apart and now she was forced to sing solo sopranno.
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Post by Jett Tsar on Nov 6, 2009 20:50:02 GMT -5
Jett nodded slowly, though he didn't understand what she was taking about. Something she had said woke a forgotten chord within her. He could see in her eyes that she was suddenly remembering, and he had the strongest desire to know what it was. There was something uncanny in the way that this woman seemed all to familiar. Almost as if she were a sister or a friend of his...from another life.
"I have two sisters." Jett eased to his buttocks, folding his legs Indian style and resting his elbows on his knees. His eyes focused on the sky as he spoke. "Haven't seem them in about a year now. It's hard," he looked at the woman, "being away from those you love."
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Post by Brooke Davis on Nov 6, 2009 22:21:55 GMT -5
Brooke scowled as she awoke. She had wanted to get some sleep tonight but that obviously wasn't going to happen. She peeked through the leaves in the tree she was sleeping in to see two adults. If it hadn't been for the belt she had that was securing her, she would have fallen right out of the tree. Adults never came here. This was the kid's turf. If an adult found out about the kids living here, they'd probably try to march them to the cells and lock them in. She looked around at the various hiding spots of the kids around her. She would never let that happen. Ever. The only way to stop the adults from finding them was to scare them off.
She duplicated the swings a few times to get their attention, then a nearby squirrel that ran past suddenly went in two directions, then it was time for the grand finale. She undid the belt around her waist and duplicated her arms, allowing the squirrels to go back into one. She climbed down from the tree and stood in plain sight of the adults. She hoped that it was too dark to see her face. She stood there with six arms, then walked to the two trees on the side of her. She made one body stop, and look murderously at the adult while the other hurried behind a tree. Then let her full consciousness return to the body behind the tree, making it seem as if the one that had been glaring had disappeared into thin air.
She duplicated her head, then made 3 copies of herself almost directly in front of the adults. This gave the transparent affect she wanted. It looked as if there were 3, two headed, ghosts in front of them. She made those three disappear, then made another one, a little transparent, then duplicated her arm's length (a feat she had never attempted.). After that it was just a simple pull-up to the top of the swings then another into the nearest tree branch where she returned to the one behind a tree this whole time.
She quickly climbed up to her hideout with the blanket and belt and watched to see what would happen. Anywhere else and the people would have run screaming out of the park at the swing stage, but in freakopolis, people were used to weird things. She hoped she had done enough to convince them to leave. All the while she was- as quietly as she could- panting. She had never duplicated so much at a time before. She was exhausted.
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Post by Rosenna on Nov 8, 2009 8:53:48 GMT -5
As Rosenna finished her explanation, she sensed the she had lost the man's attention. But she could tell that something must've sparked in his mind because he soon spoke again.
"I have two sisters." He sat down indian style, just like grade school. He put his elbows on his kneew and looked up at the sky. "Haven't seem them in about a year now. It's hard," he looked at Rosenna. She could see something familiar in his eyes but couldn't place it. All she could do was stare right back."being away from those you love."
His final words struck a chord in her mind. She knew exactally what that felt like. But before she could respond she saw something. It looked like a ghost but she knew better. She saw the swings almost magically duplicte. A squirrel running by turned in to two.
"What the hell?" Rosenna spat. A six-armed girl stod before her, but it stood behind a tree as well. It scoweled at them before it dissapeard.
Rosenna looked at her companion for some kind of answer but her attention was drawn to the three ghosts in front of her. Each was creepily transparent with two heads. They too dissapeared but another one fell into place. Transparent but with long arms. It swung across a swing set and into the trees.
Rosenna sat there staring. It was amazing. She was almost certain it was just some mutant looking for entertainment. So she would humor it.
"What was that?" Rosenna said in her best shaky-scared voice, "What was that?"
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Post by Jett Tsar on Nov 10, 2009 19:00:43 GMT -5
Jett may have been a mutant, but his mutation wasn't something he controlled and he hadn't grown up around those who liked to display theirs excessively. Just the other day he'd seen a green-skinned boy and had almost gone crazy. It was confusing, trying to figure out whether to believe they were really mutants or if they were gods. The people of his village believed the latter. That's why they worshiped the ones back home. If only they'd known the truth about him...
"Uhm, uhm..." Jett began, gulping loudly as figures appeared around him. Chills broke out across his body, widening his eyes and making his muscles spasm. His hand shot out to grab the girl's arm, gripping her bicep in fear.
Jett shook his head when the woman asked him what it was. How was he to know? Asking the same question only rephrased would be pointless, but when you're scared you tend to do things without thinking...
"W-w-what is th-this?" His shaky voice and shuddering teeth weren't staged.
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Post by Brooke Davis on Nov 12, 2009 20:46:19 GMT -5
It wasn't working. They weren't leaving. She was really worried now. Soon they would stumble into one of the kids' hiding places. She couldn't let that happen. She just couldn't. Even though she was exhasted, she duplicated herself as many times as she could, trying to warn everyone. First she roused them, then she told them, "Adults are here. Get away quickly and quietly.", then she would go and use the feat with someone else. She could barely even think near the end, but she pushed herself. When she was positive that everyone was warned, she let all her duplications come into one, and she fell. Brooke hit the ground hard, but she didn't notice. Let them find me. She thought. It will give the others a chance to escape while they punish me for tricking them. Then her mind went blank and she laid there, breathing heavily and loudly, in plain sight of the adults.
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Post by Rosenna on Nov 20, 2009 14:04:41 GMT -5
As Rosenna played scared, she realized that this guy wasn't playing. He gripped her arm in fear; an action that almost made her laugh had it not been for th estrange rustling she heard all around her. As the poor guy whimpered and shook, a small person dropped to the ground in front of her.
Rosenna stood stock still for a moment, waiting for something to happen. She debated in her mind whether the girl in front of them was a threat. But as she looked, she found that the threat was really a child. Rosenna took a step forward and dropped to her knees. She turned the girl around to check for obvious wounds. Finding none, she announced her name.
"Im Rosenna. Are you ok? I'm not going to hurt you. What happened?"
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Post by Jett Tsar on Nov 21, 2009 23:18:30 GMT -5
Jett cried out in alarm as a figure suddenly fell before him. At first his mind played tricks on him and had him convinced it was his own body and he was actually hovering in his soul. A second look washed the doubt away. It was a child. Was that reason to relax or even more to be alarmed? At Freakopolis, he wasn't sure.
"Be wary." He warned, not daring to move closer himself. He watched to see what would unfold...
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Post by Lucian Verdus on Nov 26, 2009 14:30:03 GMT -5
It began as nothing more than a soft, incomprehensible noise. A droning, of sorts, with the occasional alteration of tone or rhythm. Odd, certainly, but difficult to distinguish. It would not remain that way for long, however, and nor would its innocuous nature. As it drew closer, the sound grew into a song. It sounded as if it was coming from an old record player, though it was particularly fitting given the era the music represented. It sounded reminiscent of something from the nineteen twenties or thirties, a jolly affair with a male singer that was not dissimilar to Frank Sinatra in tone.
It wasn't displeasing to listen to, despite its lack of a visible source, though this problem was swiftly rectified. Out of the trees, the grim sight appeared, the song along with it. With optical sensors shining brighter than usual, Lucian made his silent way towards the playground. In his arms was the source of the music; a servitor, with a ravaged-looking hole in the chest from which sparks gaily emanated. From the servitor's mouthplate came the music, continuing through the night without regard for the chilling nature of the scene.
It was only after he had gotten against one of the twisted trees and managed to get his smaller arm into the chest cavity did the music stop, replaced by a frenzied gibbering from the servitor. "This- this- this is- this- we are the- we- hollow men- we- we are the- stuffed men. This- this- we are- dead- dead- dead land- dead- sunlight. Sunlight on a- forthineisthekingdom. There are no... eyes- eyes- eyes here. Sun- sun... broken-en-en sto-o-o-one. Sh- sh- broken c-c-column. This... this... this- this- this- this- this is the- this is the way-" This was swiftly ended, yet again, by a twisting and rearranging of a few wires, and the servitor was silent at last.
Lucian did not understand what it was that ravaged his servitor, much less made it feel as though it was such an emergency as to let out both a physical and transmitted distress signal, as well as a backlog file that he had kept in case he required it, which he imagined he would if he ever got in contact with his old 'friends' again. Fortunately, the damage was repairable, and the servitor would be up and running again in due time. Right now, all that was important was that he made it silent. He was getting near people, and he doubted it would be a good idea to go parading through the streets with a malfunctioning servitor. The sooner he got back to the workshop, the better.
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Post by Brooke Davis on Nov 28, 2009 0:40:10 GMT -5
As the Rosenna spoke, Brooke sat straight up and looked directly into the woman's eyes. She scooted up next to the tree and started feeling for a hand-hold behind her back. If she could get up the tree suddenly, she would have a chance. "I was using my power." She replied coolly. When the male spoke she just rolled her eyes and said with sarcasem, "Yaaaaaa. A twelve year old is going to do you so much harm. Uh huh. Especially when you have had so much more time to improve your power. Ya, I'm going to just beat you up.". She searched more frantically.
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Post by Rosenna on Dec 5, 2009 12:29:50 GMT -5
Rosenna looked down at the girl. She seemed to be ok. She was scooting back and at when the man spoke, she shot him down immediatly with some sharp sarcasm. But something was wrong. This girl, although calm in speech, was doing something behind her back.
"Hey, what are you -" but before Rosenna could finish her question, she heard a noise. Like an old record player. It didn't last long but she caught sight of the source. It was a...robot? She couldn't tell but it wasn't a human. Was it. Rosenna squinted into the trees and saw that there were two of them. One had him arm in the other one. Rosenna couldn't believe what she was seeing. She got tp her feet and took a step towards the creatures.
"What the hell is going on here?" she asked in her most authoritative voice.
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Post by Jett Tsar on Dec 5, 2009 13:42:53 GMT -5
Jett frowned at the disrespectful child, suddenly unafraid. Apparently, or at least he'd assume, she wasn't dangerous. Whatever little show she'd just put on was obviously over just as quick as it started. It was all just fluff, then.
"There's a flaw in her sarcasm." He told Rosenna, as if the girl were a specimen and not able to comprehend speech. "She's not aware of the fact that not everyone has extreme talents nor that I have no idea of the extent of what she can do." He pushed hair that had fallen in hi face away and turned to his current partner. She seemed distracted.
Jett's eyes followed Rosenna's to the figure emerging from the trees. It was the thing he has seen before. A deep-sitting chill crept over his bones, leaking out of his skin, procuring goosebumps. Without anything to say, Jett stared with wide eyes.
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Post by Lucian Verdus on Dec 5, 2009 16:00:30 GMT -5
Interlopers. The last thing he wanted was people around. Human life, it seemed, was never hospitable to things it feared, or did not understand. It was strangely ironic that it was the reason each and every one of them was in this compound with him, and they had not learned from that at all. Were it not worse that they were more than willing to poison the minds of newcomers against him, as everyone on the outside was likely taught of the aberration of the mutant. It was with a very strange, and rather crippled form of bemusement that these thoughts were processed in his mind.
Humanity was a good concept, and without the human mind or knowledge of human patterns and processes he would simply be another machine. The problem, it seemed, that the advanced nature of the human mind (relative to other minds) was far too much, too soon. Humanity wasn't ready for it, and Lucian was willing to repair them all, and usher the world into a more perfect age.
The most unpleasant thing about the impure, fully-fleshed human was that there was no way to easily win with them. Tell one that something is not to be known or to be seen, and they will only want to know or see it more, no matter the danger. And, when knowledge and advancement is available to them, they will cast it aside as evil, and strike at it. Frustrating. Rather, Lucian's approximation of frustration. Emotions were handled radically differently, in his thoughts and processes.
He needed them away, lest they hinder him. To this end, he merely spoke, not even bothering to look up, "There is nothing of human interest to be viewed, here. Please step away and permit me to return to my cell block, before there is a conflict." He adjusted the position of another wire in the servitor, and the lights of its eyes flickered for a moment. It would be stable until he could patch up the chassis. The sooner, the better.
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