Age: 31 (it’s almost middle aged, the picture just didn’t look forty)
Role: Worker
Gender: Male
Appearance: Spoiler
Profile: Was the leader on the government team researching the military potential of telekinetics when the school was opened and they were shut down. He went to the school to further his research secretly, believing that the only thing the kids were good for was battle. Eventually, he saw more than just their military potential; he saw what they could do without the restrictions of the government. His goal is to start a revolt, getting specific kids to trust him and show them what exactly they can do if they let themselves.
Personality: When he looks at a kid, it’s like he’s analysing them. Isaiah is one of those people who can demand your respect and take control one minute, then back down and drag himself to your level another. He never looks at anyone like a real person, only as a weapon. You never know what to expect from him, but he’s a natural leader.
Evil or Good: Evil
Other: He can tell your personality just be watching the way you walk, the way you talk, etc. which is how he’s picking out his little army.
Religion without science is lame; science without religion is blind.
Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the the universe.
Education is what remains after one has forgotten everything he learned in school.
Scarrlett, you're welcome to join. And now, if y'all don't mind, I'll start the story! Latecomers, feel free to still join, I'll tell you when the openings close.
Susan woke up. She was in a huge white room, in a white jumpsuit. She tried to sit up, only to find that her hands were cuffed to the table she was lying on. She heard footsteps behind her, and a man's face came into view above her. "Ah. Susan. You're awake." She blinked twice. "You probably don't know where you are. That will wear off with the medication. But I suppose I'll tell you anyway," He spread his arms, and Susan's eyes registered hundreds of other kids strapped to tables like hers. "Welcome... to the Juvenile Telekinesis Compound."
Power/s (if known): unknown as of yet... Is Empathic-able to feel the emotions of others, including most of the people that work at TJC....
Role (worker or kid): kid.
Gender: Female.
Appearance: Spoiler
Profile: Was on the run since she was 13 after her parents were killed and her sister kidnapped. Was picked up by the government about a week ago. Is really smart but has yet to show any kind of power, unlike her sister who can't be hurt. (yeah, like the cheerleader on heroes.)
Personality: Kind with a bit of a fiery temper. Trys not to lose her temper often because she ends up in isolation. Has trouble with authorities, especially Mr. Foster. (hope that's okay by you, Texan.)
Evil or Good: Good, definitely good.
Other: Finally found her sister after two years. Her sister is 11.
(Anyone want to play the sister? Go for it if you do.)
Last edited by ScarlettFire on Tue Mar 09, 2010 8:07 am, edited 1 time in total.
"With friends like you, who needs a medical license?" - Paimon, Aether's Heart
“It's easier to ask forgiveness than it is to get permission.” - Grace Hopper.
I kicked the padded wall and stalked over to the door. Yes, I was in isolation yet again. Damn that Foster guy....
I peeked out the tiny window and looked out at the wall of the hall. Someone walked past, completely ignoring me.
I sighed and backed away from the door. I'd been here for a week and I was still confused. Where was my sister? they said I could see her soon...
I went and sat in the corner and drew my knees up to my chest. Resting my head on my knees, I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. Anything was better then sitting there staring at the damn wall again.
A few moments later, a young brown-haired woman opened the door and stepped in.
"Ashley," she said. "Your isolation is over. You can go back to your room now."
"With friends like you, who needs a medical license?" - Paimon, Aether's Heart
“It's easier to ask forgiveness than it is to get permission.” - Grace Hopper.
I woke up and glanced around the room. The last thing I could remember was telling my sister all the problems I was having at school and here I was, strapped to a table in a huge room. I didn't struggle, I guessed that A: my sister had drugged me and B: that I was tied down. There was a little boy thrashing next to me. I sighed and entered his mind placing the thought that thrashing was stupid. Almost immediately he stopped. A man walked over to me followed by my sister.
"Welcome, to the Juvenile Telekinesis Compound," the man said
I ignored him and simply glared at my sister. "You brought me here! I trusted you!" I shouted at her, the people around me fell quiet.
"Rory," she said reaching out a hand. I tried to enter her mind but I found it blocked, my anger increased.
"How are you blocking me?"
"All the staff here at The JTC are protected." It was the man speaking.
"I hate you! I hate all of you! I'm not a freak! I'm not a freak."
A nurse approached me and stuck a needle in my arm. I felt myself feel instantly sleepy.
"I'm sorry," my sister whispered as I drifted into unconsciousness.
The woman lead me back to the dorm and closed the door behind me. I could hear the kids screaming down the hall. I had to go through that when I first got here too. It was horrible.
I went and sat down on my bunk, ignoring the other kids around me.
I was sick of the bull Foster was feeding me. Where was my sister? I wanted to speak to her, even a glimpse of her would be fine. I hadn't seen her for two years.
I looked up as the door opened and two of the wardens brought in another kid. It was boy and by the looks of it, they had him drugged. I sighed, I knew how it felt...
They dumped him on the bed next to me and left the room. I shrugged and laid down on my bed, staring up at the ceiling.
(yeah, Ash has been here a week already...)
"With friends like you, who needs a medical license?" - Paimon, Aether's Heart
“It's easier to ask forgiveness than it is to get permission.” - Grace Hopper.
I woke in a bed no longer in the big hall. I sat up quickly and looked around, sat in a bed across from me was a girl staring at the ceiling. She appeared to be ignoring me so I did the same. I stood up and stumbled slightly, it must have been the after effects of the drugs. I went to the door and tried the handle.
"It won't open." The girl said still staring at the ceiling. I swore under my breath.
"I need to piss. Where am I supposed to go loo when the door out of here is locked?" I spat at her taking out my anger at my sister on her. It wasn't fair to her and I knew that it wasn't but it didn't stop the feeling of power I got when she looked a little scared.
"There is a en-suite over there," she said pointing. I sighed over dramatically.
"You could have said!" I said storming over the the loo and slamming the door.
I felt better once I had relieved myself and I sat on the bed, the girl was staring at the ceiling again. I looked around, there was my nike rucksack on the floor. I went over to it and tipped out the contents.
"Where is my PSP!?" I shouted. "What the hell am I supposed to do in a locked room with no PSP!"
The girl sighed like it was obvious. "We are supposed to try and control our powers in our free time. Anyway, lunch is in about five minutes."
I huffed and sat on my bed, practising my power was a waste of time, I could already control it pretty well.
"Isaiah, let me see my brother!" I said, stamping my foot angerily.
"Now, now, sweet pea. Calm down. Your brother is doing perfectly fine. Why don't you check on the others." He said, in a fakely sweet voice. It was like he was talking to a three year old. I resisted the urge to slap him.
"I demand to see him. Ialready checked on the rest of them." I say.
"Fine!" He retorts, dropping a key into my hand. I run towards my brothers room.
"Rory!" I say, giving him a hug.
"Get away from me. Your the reason I am here! Why don't you go to..." I am hurt by his words, a lot.
"Rory, I really didn't want you to end up here. I thought, I thought..." I burst into tears.
"Gah, stop crying. If anyone should cry, its me!" I stand up and make a little mark on my clipboard.
"Fine! Be that way!" as I walk out the door, Isaiah turns to me.
"How'd that go?"
Love is beautiful, but what would love be without life?
I sighed. "We are supposed to try and control our powers in our free time. Anyway, lunch is in about five minutes."
The boy didn't reply as he sat down on his bed. I went back to ignoring him and stared at the ceiling. I was just about to close my eyes when the door flew open and a girl came running into the room.
I sat up and watched as she ran over to boy sitting on the bed next to mine and talked to him. She called him Rory. They talked, he yelled at her and she yelled back just before marking something off on her clipboard and leaving the room.
I saw Foster lurking out in the hall. He spoke to the girl as she left the room.
"How'd that go?" he asked and the rest of their words were cut off as Foster closed the door. He shot me a glare as he put an arm around the girl and walked off down the hall.
I snorted. "Seems like Foster has her wrapped around his little finger," I muttered. The boy beside me shot me a glare. "What?"
"That's my sister," he snapped.
"With friends like you, who needs a medical license?" - Paimon, Aether's Heart
“It's easier to ask forgiveness than it is to get permission.” - Grace Hopper.
Susan blinked. The JTC... a bit of memory came back to her. A man telling her that she had to come with him to the JTC. And herself, trying to run away... and then, nothing. She could only assume they had gotten her. The man pulled out a syringe. "I'm sorry, Susan, but this will probably hurt a lot. This should enhance your powers if all goes well, because we've been studying you. You have potential. If it makes you feel any better, only those who we think will be the best of the best get this." He said. And as Susan writhed and screamed on her table, he plunged the needle into her arm. None of the other children so much as glanced. It seemed that they were used to this by now.
As the man drew the needle out, Susan's head began to swim. She vaugley resisterd what was happening. A wavy-haired man in a labcoat appeared above her, with a girl who carried a pink clipboard. "Martin... did I give you the clear to inject this child?" He asked. The Martin man who had given her the injection stammered something incoherent. "No. I did not. I told you to wait." "I-I'm sorry, sir. I didn't think... didn't--" The man with wavy hair grabbed Martin by the collar of his lab coat. "That's right. You didn't think. And you just gave the injection to the wrong! Girl!" Susan wasn't sure if what she saw next was real or not. But it looked like the wavy-haired man grabbed a needle a jammed it into Martin's arm. "Now, Martin, you will feel exactly what this girl will go through for the next few days. But the difference is, you don't have any powers. You. Won't. Survive." And Susan blacked out to the screams of the man named Martin.
The bell for lunch plealed loudly. The girl stood up.
"Come on Rory."
"How do you know my name!" I demanded, she sighed.
"Your sister called you Rory when she came in the room. I'm Ashley."
I huffed and got off my bed. I walked to the door and found that it opened automatically. I let Ashley go down the corridor in front of me and I followed her to the lunch hall. I recognised it as the same place that I had started in, only now it looked a lot friendlier. Ashley sat at a table next to some other kids. She started talking to them and I soon picked up that the girl sat next to her was called Hero. I ignored them both.
Workers with trolleys came around the hall, handing out cutlery and trays. I watched as the kids who had recieved their tray, got up and got their food from one of the canteens at either end of the hall. I saw my sister in the closest canteen, so when I had my tray I walked to the far canteen to keep away from her. I noticed Hero giving me funny looks. Ashley whispered to her.
"He's a bit strange, this is probably normal." I blanked them again. I noticed that some of the kids from the hall weren't here, I wondered what had happened to them.
