The Asylum

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Ephraim

I nodded. "Yeah. We should like get out of sight for some time.".
The others agreed.
"Well where? Where can we be sure the doors wont lock? I mean they lock everywhere. Some of you were just lucky." Mikael said.
I nodded chewing the inside of my lip.
"I think, I might just have the perfect place."

*Anyone feel free to jump in.*

Wow...heh, it's been awhile

Aylen-

"I think, I might just have the perfect place..."

I watched Ephraim carefully. All this new business - our plans to escape, the elevator, what they're doing to the kids - it was all so very exciting.

"Just walking around the other day, I think I found a weak spot in their system." We all listened closer. "It's in a corner between two buildings right next to the fence. The space to get in is tight, but if I got a little energy by just being near it, maybe our powers will work completely when we're actually in it."

We all nodded. "So, take us there, my friend," I said.

Ephraim nodded and led us out of the hall and towards the weak spot.

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Hopefully this is enough to get it going again!!

~Rayne

May I create another character? There's not much I can do with Erome until she gets out.

Yeah. Sure. Feel free to...

Mikael

There conversation began to fade in and out of my mind. I could feel the metal beginning to recede and as i looked down my skin began skin once again. Oh no, i thought. I had hoped my power hadn't been affected by my time here but it seemed that like the others i was affected. Without knowing it i had been draining myself in an attempt to remain the man of steel. I noticed i was getting weird looks from the others and suddenly i blacked out. I came round to stare into worried faces.

Ada Graves

Just as we had been about to head somewhere safe for us to talk, Mikael passed out.

"Mikael are you alright?" I asked as his eyes opened.

He blinked a few times and sat up. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine."

Aylen looked around the hallway. "Well there's no one coming yet, but not a single scientist would let a medical incident like that slip by them. We'd better disperse for a while and meet up later."

"But if we are being watched on camera they will already know we are all here together." someone said.

"The metal bands measure your vitals, they scientists monitor health through them 24/7. Chances are the security guards watching the cameras aren't paying much attention." Aylen said.

This was certainly logical and everyone seemed okay with dispersing. Except Ephraim, and Mikael. Neither of them seemed worried about being followed nor did they seem to want to back down for even a second.

"I'm fine." Mikael insisted. He tried to stand up, but Aylen pushed him back down.

"It's not a matter of whether you are fine or not; it is a matter of being found out at this point." she said.

Mikael sighed and leaned back on his hands. Ephraim crossed his arms and looked upset, but didn't push the matter.

"So...shouldn't we be dispersing now?" I asked.

We stopped what we were doing and listened closely. Footsteps echoed down a nearby hallway.

"Let's go." Aylen said. "Stay with Mikael, Ada."

The others took of in other directions, leaving Mikael and I alone in the corridor to lie our way around his passing out in the hallway once the scientists arrived.

Mikael

The others scattered at the sound of footsteps and i was left in the corridor with Ada. A group of scientists and a handful of guards came sprinting around the corner.
"You, Subject 0636 are you damaged? Your heart stopped and you passed out. Why is that?"
Heart stopped, i thought, the metal skin must have blocked it out.
"I am undamaged. In the assembly earlier i got hit in the head. The nurse said i was ok but i guess she was wrong."
"And you, Subject 5937, what are you doing here?"
"I...i... i saw him collapse. I thought i should help. Wouldn't want him dying before he could be cured would we?"
I smirked at her choice of words. The guard seemed to ponder our words for a moment.
"Return to your rooms. My associates may be along to check on you at some point." With that he turned and strode off down the corridor followed by anxious faced scientists.

Ada Graves

"Well that was a close one." Mikael said as he stood up. "We better get to the meeting place."

He started off down the hallway, but I grabbed his arm before he could get too far away. "The guards are going to be checking up on you, you have to go back to your room."

Mikael pulled away. "It'll be fine."

I grabbed onto his arm again. He tried to pull away again but this time I let my hands flare up and left a decently sized burn on his arm.

"Go back to your room." I said. I worked hard to keep my face stern, threatening to burn him again.

Mikael

Ada singed my arm and that brought something out in me.
"I'll go back to my room but i'm not going alone." I put my hand on the wall and rocked up before picking her up and jogging back to my cell.
"Put me down you nut job!"
"Nut job?! No your the nut job. Were on the same side but you just tried to set me on fire! Im sorry if that doesn't sit well with me!" I opened the door and tossed her inside before locking the door behind me.
"What will people think if they find me?!" She shreiked.
"What do i care? I'm getting out soon and your not my priority."
"But its ... well its just not proper." I had calmed down enough by now to realise what she meant. I blushed and let the rock begin to recede.
"Sorry. I just really want to get out of here."
"I understand."
"Look i'm sorry, really i am. I just don't want to be alone when i know freedom is so close."

My new character ^^

Name: Heron

Age: 17

Gender: Female

What you are: prisoner

Special Gift: controls light. She can create it, diminish it, or plunge the room into black

Appearance: http://www.haircutshairstyles.com/img/photos/full/2008-10/layered_bob_punk_girl_hairstyle136.jpg

Personality: Shy, but will add her opinion to a discussion. A little unsure of herself because she can't remember her past or anything. Not too good in an emergency as she panics. She's kinda random.

History: She can't remember a thing. She was hit pretty hard on the head by Erome and woke knowing nothing other than the white walls of the Asylum.

Other: Up for friendship.

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Heron

She was surprised when she woke up. She didn't realise she'd been out for so long. Guards were rushing around, asking each other where everyone was. The names Erome, Ada, Aylen, Ephraim, and Mikael meant nothing to her. Heron had a sudden thought that she'd been kept asleep for years and was only now just waking up.

Her hand flew to her hair, still short, but that meant nothing. They could have cut it. Her fingers felt the stylish layers which had stayed in for so long. They may have cut her hair, but they wouldn't have styled it. She sat up and swung her legs onto the floor.

The light hurt her eyes, but under her will it easily dimmed. She grinned. Cool. The drugs had passed right out of her system, since she'd been asleep and unable to take any more.

Cautiously, she stepped out of her room, needing to know how long she'd been out, and also curious about what she might have missed.

Almost immediately someone ran into her. They mustn't have seen her and the collision caused them both to fall to the ground.

Heron looked up from the floor and saw a girl sitting on her butt, her expression surprised.

"C'mon, Aylen," said another voice. A boy's. "Get up!"

Aylen - one of the names the guards had called out! - said nothing and looked at Heron. Finally she said to her: "Who the hell are you?"

**The guy is Ephraim, by the way ^^

Ephraim

"Heron. Some guys are looking for you."

"We know that. That's why were hurrying to get out of sight. Duh!" My nerves were strained.

"And who are you?"

"Ephraim. if you wanna come feel free to, just hurry!" I said grabbing Aylens arm and pulling her along the corridor with me. "I hope you guys know we cant leave without Mikael and Ada."

The others looked at me, astonished.

"Your right, we need them." Aylen mumbled.

"Where are we anyway?"

hey, is it too late to join? Skull3670 told me about this and dw ive read through it all. I was wondering...cud i be the guy in the dangers ward who can turn stuff to dust etc please? I'll post a bit, if you don't like it or i'm too late just let me know

Name: Mackenzie Guff

Age: 17

Gender: Male

What you are: (hunter or prisoner) Prisoner

Special Gift: Can deconstruct any material (e.g. as already stated, stone or plaster etc to dust)

Appearance: Short brown hair that sticks up a bit at the front (think T-Bag from the not-sure-how-well-known TV series Prison Break), with curious, blue eyes and a slightly rounded face that has rapidly lost girth since his admission to the Asylum. Now wears a cloth t-shirt and trousers finished off with bare feet - the general uniform in the Dangers ward?

Personality: Very chatty, something that's been only slightly dulled by the barrage of tests he has been forced to endure almost constantly during his three weeks of residence in The Asylum. Although he is known to make the odd inappropriate comment he usually knows when to shut up

History: (don't say how you became a prisoner. Your first post will tell us about that.) Knew bout his power from a very early age but generally kept it quiet from his pushy mother right up until the night he was taken.

Other: Up for love if someone can stand him

Mackenzie Guff

The gentle summer sun shone down on an almost picturesque street as Mackenzie sat in his living room flicking channels absent-mindedly.
"Good Lord, what the hell happened to day-time TV?" he exclaimed as he shot past three more channels filled with 'Life-changing products!'
"Oh it was never good dear" his mum called through from another room. He wasn't particularly bothered which.
"Who would invent something this...crap?" Mackenzie mused to himself as he continued flicking through each channel with a growing air of disinterest. Without warning he flicked onto MTV and was greeted with Michael Jackson inquiring who was bad. Mackenzie hit the info button on his remote and the text that came up explained away a day of Michael Jackson videos 'In memory of the King of Pop' "Just 'cause he's dead..." Mackenzie sighed, but made sure to keep his voice low. His mum loved the guy. Thinking about his mum suddenly made Mackenzie realise how unnaturally quiet she was being all of a sudden. "Hey mum, guess who's on MTV?" he shouted, hoping to get her attention. There was still nothing though. "Muum?!" he tried again. Still no reply. Confused, Mackenzie left his beloved sofa [a.k.a. couch] in search of her just as the current video segued into a disclaimer explaining that the following video 'In no way endorses a belief in the occult'.

First place Mackenize checked was the kitchen, but there was no sign of his perptual tomentor there. He stuck his head round the door to check the hallway up to the front door but again nothing. And no note pinned to the door like his mum usually left is she had run out on an errand without time to inform him. That left the dining room the only room left on the ground floor of his house. It was situated across the hallway from the lounge and its door was closed. With a sudden uncertainty that Mackenzie thought very uncharacteristic of himself he walked over to the closed door and slowly pushed it open.
His mother was sat at the dining room table with both hands placed on the table in front of her and a man dressed in a black suit stood behind her holding a gun to the back of her neck. Upon his enterance this gun was pressed more firmly into her neck and its owner slowly and mechanically turned his head to look at his new guest.
"Hey...woah now, no need for that in here..." Mackenzie stuttered.
"I'm afriad you're going to have to come with us, Mr Guff" the suited man even spoke with a robotic voice.
"Please..." croaked Mackenzie's mother. "Just do what they say."
"I'm sorry if this doesn't work mum..."Mackenzie faltered, "I love you," with that he jumped forward and grabbed at the gun in the man's hand. His hand wrapped around it's cool body and focusing completely on it, Mackenzie used his power to disintergrate it. His mother looked up at Mackenzie in shock as the suited man reached for his belt, unclipped a walkee-talkee from his belt and curtly spoke into it.
"We're gonna need back up in here."
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner," Mackenzie rushed in reply to his mother's horrified look, "But now I've really got to go..." with this Mackenzie spun round and bolted for the door. He made it as far as the hallway before two more suits grabbed hold of him and briskly dragged him out his front door.

As soon as they cleared the front door Mackenzie saw the scale of what he considered an invasion. There were three black vans parked on his lawn and men in identical suits swarming all over the rest of it. Half the street seemed to have come out to see what the commotion was about and Mackenzie saw this as his chance to gain some support.
"Help! I'm being kidnapped, they killed my mum! How can you stand and watch this atrocity against human rights...and freedom..." When it quickly became obvious none of the neighbours would be springing to his resuce any time soon he turned to his captors. "Hey, this against human rights...or something! There must be a convention to stop this, you can't just drag people out of their hopes willy-nilly; there'll be pandemonium and...and rioting, you watch. Think you're so powerful and right and..."One of the suits who had been hurrying about on the lawn just moments before suddenly appeared by Mackenzie's side and jabbed a needle into his neck. "Hey! What was that for? What are you putting in me? That's gotta be against a convention too...If you just..." Mackenzie's speech slurred until it eventually faded away to nothing as his slipped into unconcsiousness.
"Thank Gawd," one of the agents sighed as they hurled his comatose form into the back of one of the vans.
In no time at all the agents were all back to their respective vehicles and the small convoy departed for The Asylum.

:s sorry that was so long. but i just wanna do a bit with him in the asylum as well, just to catch up to the rest of the story

Mackenzie Guff

Mackenzie slowly regained consciousness on a cold, hard table with harsh light stabbing at his eyes the second he attempted opening them. He tried to pull a hand up to rub them but found they had been restrained, along with his legs. As his eyesight returned he heard the clang of a door being opened and closed and a few seconds later saw someone in a white coat wearing delicate glasses looking over him. Mackenzie tried to utter "Hey, what kind of service do you call this?" but all that he could manage at that point was a rattling cough that ended in a small burp that sounded amplified by the near emptiness of the room he and, what he assumed was a scientist, were situated in. Small creases that may have indicated a frown appeared on the already creased face of the rooms freer occupant as looked down at Mackenzie's behaviour. As if embarassed for being caught in such a state he quickly turned away and began speaking.
"Subject D27 has begun to regain motor function but still lacks any kind of vocal skills." The scientist muttered this almost to himself. Mackenzie couldn't see if the scientist had means of recording this statement or whether a bright-eyed student was sat in a corner of the room out of sight carefully scribbling notes. "Judging by the agents who brought him in's comments, that last bit may be a perk." the scientist added as if it were an after thought simply designed to annoy Mackenzie. It worked, sending Mackenzie into another spasm of coughs and burps.
"Will leave subject to rest further before carrying out further tests." With this the scientist turned and exited through the same noisy door he had used to enter.
The second the scientist had closed the door Mackenzie began thrashing about in his restraints. No matter how hard he wriggled they held firm. Much like Mackenzie. As his fevered movements slowed he heard a voice calling to him from a room next to his. Suddenly Mackenzie was completely still, straining to hear what the faint voice had to say.
"Make the most of your rest," it instructed, "The tests are hell."

That was three weeks ago.

Heron

"Where are we anyway?"

"Near where they test people," she said, looking around and blinking. "Unless they moved me..."

Ephraim snorted. "All the more reason to get the hell out of here."

She shuddered as memories of being poked, prodded, stabbed, bound, and other such horrors came back to her. The sound of metal screaming, mingling with her own screams, and the scientists' amused voices came back to her.

"We've got to help them," she said passionately.

"We've got to help ourselves."

She looked at both of them. "You're both new. They haven't experimented on you yet, have they?" They both shook their heads. "Then you have no idea what they're going through!"

Aylen nodded once. "Okay, let's go. Wait, do you have a plan?

Heron shrugged meekly. "Kicking down doors and getting them the hell out of there was the closest thing to a plan I have."

** This is to get Mackenzie mingling with the others