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Hope Is What They Crave(Lit. & ded. only)

QueenAnne replied...
Oct. 20, 2012 at 9:55 pm

((.....Destroyedheart, I'm sorry to nitpick, but who else is getting beat up?))

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DestroyedHeart replied...
Oct. 20, 2012 at 10:00 pm

(hmm Imiganiry new girl 12 years of age should a make her a skelly so it makes sense, can i even do 12)

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QueenAnne replied...
Oct. 20, 2012 at 10:11 pm

((Ok, Hope. This is really sad, but I just now realized the RP title is one word away from your username thing.))

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HopeIsWhatWeCrave replied...
Oct. 20, 2012 at 11:18 pm

((Heehee, yeah. My username was made on a line from on of my favorite songs, Crave, by For King and Country. The RP topic kinda sorta reminded me of the song, so that's what I decided to name it. =P))
 
Bri stared numbly as people tried to fight back, tried to strike out and break free. It's hopeless. She thought. They are trained soldiers with guns and all sorts of weaponry. What are we? A ragged band of teens with useless powers.
She looked down, the feeling of helplessness seeping through her. If she did not fight it, it would overwhelm her, dragging her down into a place so dark and deep that nothing could save her. She felt a drop of rain on her hair, and turned her face to the sky. It was dark and overcast, filled with hints of a storm. Somehwere in the distance lightening flashed, and thunder sounded. Bri hoped that she would be able to get up to the table where people were signing in soon.
 
When it was finally her turn at the table, she stepped up. "Name?" The guard asked ruffly, not bothering to look up. "Bri Easterly." She answered.

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QueenAnne replied...
Oct. 20, 2012 at 11:20 pm

Zeva coughed as the raindrops hit her face, washing a way a bit of the blood that was coming from her nose. She clumsily stood up again and got back in line.

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Emecay replied...
Oct. 21, 2012 at 1:13 am

Eione huffed as the kids tried to fight back, clenching her fists. They were kids, some of them, not cattle, not demons. Children. Albeit, potentially dangerous children. She didn't know what they were capable of, but they didn't deserve this. If they had just told her, if they had just explained to her what she could do and how she could and just helped her... But they hadn't. And so there they were. For a moment she paused, feet skidding for a moment. She could fight. She'd had her fair share of practice. Someone prodded her in the back though, and so she just moved along. She wouldn't be of much use to anyone if she was dead.
 
((Kinda of winging it, since I'm not sure what I should be doing xD))

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HopeIsWhatWeCrave replied...
Oct. 21, 2012 at 1:24 am

((That's fine Emecay. Just try to follow what I'm doing, and then you'll catch on.))
 
"Age?" The guard asked, still not looking up at her. "Um, 16." ((I'm hoping that's right...)) "Hand." The guard commanded. Bri stood there, confusion written all over her face. The guard huffed, grabbed her hand, and pricked it with a needle. She then dabbed her fingerprint with the blood onto a peice of paper next to her name and age. "To the left, into the next line."
 
Bri followed the orders, joining up with this new line of people, waiting for something different. At one point the lines branched into thwo seperate lines.
 
 

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HopeIsWhatWeCrave replied...
Oct. 21, 2012 at 1:37 am

The two lines were, seemingly, lines of male and female. Each line went into a seperate building, with one person going in every two or three minutes, shutting the door behind them. Bri did not now, indeed did not want to know what was behind the doors.Yet that was where she was headed...
 
Soon enough she was standing in front of the door. A guard stood beside, monitoring when people went in. She held a gun in her hand, seemingly ready to sh.oot anyone who dared get out of line. "Go in." The guard said, motioning toward the door.
 
Bri pulled the door open, her heart filled with dread. Inside were piles and piles of jumpsuits. Grey, ugly things, each with a large white number stuck on the front. They were evidently expected to strip off their old clothes and exchange them for these new ones. Bri sifted through the pile, finding one she thought might fit, and pulled it on, changing as quickly as possible and very self-conciously. 
 
The she followed the newly dressed people into a hallway that turned off the big room. And she thought, My life is over... Which was probably true.

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QueenAnne replied...
Oct. 21, 2012 at 1:40 am

Zeva slowly shuffled in line. A guard asked her to show him her hand, and she glared at him, tempted to spit. He grabbed her hand and cut her thumb with a pin, nearly slamming it on a piece of paper. Sh continued on.

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ZetoniThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Oct. 21, 2012 at 3:51 am

 
 Ettos could still feel everything. He could smell the sadness in the air, he could see clearly the hate in the guard's eyes, he could feel the despair of the other teenagers on his skin. But, still there was something about this place that made him want to throw up, to dissappear. He couldn't find what though...
"Name" a guard nearly shouted in his face. Ettos continued to look down and without making a move he said;
"Ettos Fenny"
"Age?"
"17"
 His voice was calm and clear, and his guard seemed to wait for a sign of fear or despair in his movements. After five minutes of just staring at him, he took his hand slowly and cut his thumb so     deep that Ettos wanted to scream.  He groaned and watched the guard as he placed his thump on a piece of paper  with a smile on his face. 
"To the right" he then said, still smiling.
 Ettos nodded and joined quickly the next line, without having a clue what he was going to do next. 

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DestroyedHeart replied...
Oct. 21, 2012 at 8:52 am

(Sorry hope you don't mind but heres another skelly, Mind if its 12 or should I bump her up to 14 anyway here you go)
 
Name: Michele Neary
 
Age: 14 (Just to be safe)
 
Gender: Female
 
Appearance: Has long dark brown hair that is flowy and goes down her back, Wears black sneakers, and has grey eyes (Not blind).
 
Personality: TBD
 
Bio: Parents were confused when she got her power,  first discovered it when she used it at school 3 weeks ago and the government knew instantly.Was shipped here no questions asked.
 
Power: Has the ability to control elements of water wind and earth fire has not been devolped yet. Also a great fighter because she took karaote and is a black belt. 

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DestroyedHeart replied...
Oct. 21, 2012 at 8:58 am

Autumn and Michele got up and were shoved into line again side by side this time though. when they reached the table Autumn went first. "Name" asked the woman "Autumn Winsfeild." she replied. "Age" asked the woman again "16" (hoping that is right) replied Autumn. "Hand" said the woman. "Can I do it." asked Autumn and the woman gave her a strange look. "Alright" she handed her the pen and Autumn pricked her thumb and pressed it on the paper. She then went to the next line. Michele went next woman asked name "Michele Neary" she replied. age asked the woman once again "14" replied Michele. The woman stopped for a second and glanced at her amazed that this was the first child she had to sign in. Hand asked the woman again. Michele gave her hand freely had it pricked slightly on forefinger and went to next line behind Autumn.

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Emecay replied...
Oct. 21, 2012 at 10:42 am

With an upward glance, Eione realized she was next in line. The general disinterest of the guards detered (sp?) her for a moment. None of the guards appeared to so much as glance at the teens, and yet, you couldn't be too sure. Replacing her neutral expression with a nervous fearful and dejection mask. Stepping up to the table, she tried her best to stumble over her words.
"Name."
"E..Eione Dinarla."
"Age."
"17."
"Hand."
With a sharp prick to her thumb the woman pressed it to the paper. Look at me, Eione willed, hands clenched in their chains.
"Left line." Was the only response Eione was given.

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DestroyedHeart replied...
Oct. 21, 2012 at 10:44 am

(Emecay your post didn't show)
 

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Emecay replied...
Oct. 21, 2012 at 10:51 am

((asdfghjkl; TI, sometimes ya just...))
 
Eione stepped forward to the desk, letting her face fall into dejection and fear. Shuffling her feet a bit, she kept her eyes down. Her mask of being some weak little kid would fall if she looked at the person at the desk, surely. Trying to stumble over her words, the teen went through the questions just as the rest did.
"Name".
"Eione Dinarla."
"Age."
"17."
"Hand."
Look at me, Eione willed , glancing upward for a moment, eyes blazing as blood was drawn, her thumb smashed against the paper. And again, of course, her silent pleas were met with general disinterest.
"Left line."

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DestroyedHeart replied...
Oct. 21, 2012 at 11:00 am

Autumn had this weird sensation of turning her head to glance at this other girl who had just got on line she glanced at her and looked into her eyes. Autumn turned her head quickly after locking eyes with the girl, she did it before a gaurd noticed and still stayed in line.

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Snow-White-Queen replied...
Oct. 21, 2012 at 11:12 am

A guard walked up to Myra. "Name?"
"Myra Caraway."
"A Brit, are we?" the guard replied, with a bitter chuckle. Myra was tempted to tell her to shut up, but decided better of it.
"Age?"
"Seventy five."
The guard gave her an are-you-kidding-me look, and rolled her eyes.
"It's best if you just go along with what we tell you, Miss Caraway. You'll find that cooperation is the best method of getting away unhurt." She grabbed Myra's hand and jabbed a needle into her thumb, then tossed it away. Myra held up her thumb to her face, watching the blood drip slowly as she was shoved into a different line.

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HopeIsWhatWeCrave replied...
Oct. 21, 2012 at 2:56 pm

((You can join in if you want. We haven't gotten very far. Just post a skelie and jump in!))
 
The line of people passed through another large door, popping out in an even bigger room filled with hard benches which the teens(including the boys, who were filtering in on the other side) were being herded into. The guards stood out in the crowd, their army green uniforms jumping out in the sea of grey jumpsuits, which it seemed they guys had also been forced to put on. Bri felt herself being pulled into the rows of benches, and she sat down, her arms touching those of the girl beside her.

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HopeIsWhatWeCrave replied...
Oct. 21, 2012 at 3:50 pm

((Preferably male, unless that will bother you.))

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Snow-White-Queen replied...
Oct. 21, 2012 at 4:13 pm

Myra sat onto the hard bench she was nearly pushed onto, and surveyed the other kids. Had they all once had powers as well? Had they lost them too? She looked down at her handcuffs and almost felt like swearing. She would have too, if it wouldn't have gotten her a nice beating for speaking.

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