Name: Naoi Tithe
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance: pic
ID Number: 037
Abilities: Ice/snow related stuff, can cause immense amounts of pain through physical contact
How long you've been here: 11 years
Bio: When she was younger, she used to unintentionally create snowstorms in her area when she was in a bad mood. That wasn't quite enough to get the MIW to take her in, although they did begin to monitor her closely. What really got their attention was this. One day, at school, she got upset with her friend, who had deeply insulted her. Without thinking what she was doing, she touched her friend with her index finger, right in the middle of her forehead. Her friend began screaming in pain and, a few hours later, was found frozen solid. Naoi was taken in shortly after.
Other: She still can't fully control her powers, so she wears gloves to help restrict them

Name: Victorique Blanche
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Appearance: pic
ID Number: 413
Abilities: Reads minds
How long you've been here: since the day she was born, all 19 years

Bio: Men in White is an organisation that only got to it's prominence because of it's backing from her rich parents - their number 1 sponsors, that basically finance the entire organisation. So when Victorique was born, so obviously different with white hair and blank white eyes, they immediately gave her to MIW to keep. However, she is still their only child, and their little girl, so in the organisation the Blanche's made sure that she was treated the best - dressed in frilly white clothes, with only green highlights as green is the family colour, the nicest room that at a glance looks like a dolly's play-house until one looks closer and sees the padded walls and cameras behind the frills. Everything in her possession is white, with only the barest hints of green, from the pills she 'swallows' to her teddy bear - even her white hair became the source of the Blanche's pride, she may be a freak, but to them she's the best, and most behaved freak, even her hair and eyes comply with the 'right' things. She's a freak, but she's the Princess. A Princess that wants to kill any and every one who stops her from escaping the white-gold cage she's trapped in, her parents being number one on that list.

Other: She calls people she likes by 'codenames'. She's also pretty tiny, so new people think she's the youngest, even though she's pretty much the oldest (or one of the oldest). Her stare is really fucking unnerving and doll-like - she knows this so when she wants to intimidate people/creep people out she doesn't blink or blinks really slowly to give the further affect of a real life doll. She also talks in a quiet, soft voice, never shouts.

Name: Sol Knight
Age: 17
Gender: male
Appearance: pic
ID Number: 173
Abilities: Fire Control
How long you've been here: 8 years
Bio: tbr
Other: nothing

Name: Mania Soul
Age: 19
Gender: female
Appearance: Pic
ID Number: 088
Abilities: Transformation
How long you've been here: 18 years
Bio: tbr
Other: none

(Mind if I join? I'm always looking for RP's to join.)

Name: Flynn Arcadia
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance: (Pic)
ID Number: [3 digit number] 626
Abilities: Electrical manipulation (It's taken me awhile to think of something... I'm ashamed...)
How long you've been here: 10 years
Bio: When he was young he was a normal child often getting into trouble, but it was only when his friend was being taken by the 'Men in White' that his powers first appeared, sadly it wasn't enough to fend of the 'Men in White' and ended up getting him caught as well. He plays nice with them in hopes to find his friend again, he knows little only that they're being held in another location and is still alive. (There will be more, eventually... Maybe.)
Other: He might not look it, but he's rather friendly and your his friend he wont hesitate to help. (Assuming it doesn't effect his original goal of finding his friend, then he'll hesitate.)

((Alright, well, let's get the ball rolling!))

Naoi sat on the small bed in her cramped room, her knees pulled to her chest. The clothes that they had given her were a little too big, though she knew nothing would be done about it. At least she wasn't scheduled for testing today. That was the worst.

She stared at the door. They always made it seem like it would be so simple to just get up and leave, but she knew it was locked. It was almost always locked. On the bright side, if her sense of time was still reliable, then they'd have a bit of free time soon. So she simply sat and stared, waiting for the time that the MIW would come and open the door, giving the 'experiments' about an hour to do as they pleased. So long as they obeyed the rules, of course.

Victorique quietly padded back to her room, - she had been called for experimentation today, not the best time - flocked by only two guards, without chains or any type of restrictor - although the two guards did have weapons, they were candidly talking to each other not expecting the Freak Princess of the place to give any trouble. Victorique allowed a small smile to grace her lips, they were getting cocky and it would lead to their downfall eventually. As quick as the smile appeared it disappeared once more as she listened to the guard's conversation.

"I'm just saying, I wish all the freaks were as quiet and docile as this one. It'd make our jobs a hell of a lot easier, that's for sure."
The other guard snorted, "Yeah and maybe even put us out of a job. Still at least this one seems more sane. Any clue what she does?"
"Nope, what does it matter? As long as she keeps her cute self occupied and quiet, I don't really care."
"Dude don't call her cute, that's disgusting."
"C'mon, she may look tiny but she's nineteen, perfectly legal."
"....I'm going to pretend I never heard that, you are so lucky she doesn't speak. Freak or not, one word to her parents about you and your gone from the face of the Earth. Ah, in you go Princess."

Victorique blocked the rest of the conversation from her mind as she entered her room. As long as the guard didn't try anything, she won't bother with him - she has bigger fish to fry. She sat on the padded floor amongst her plushes and dolls, and started to pick at her newly acquired - yet crisp and white - bandages she got around her wrists and neck. She didn't flinch as the door slammed shut, and simply looked up blank at the lacey wall clock, ignoring the camera's that watched her every move. It was almost time to go 'socialise.'

Flynn was roughly shoved into his room, he'd seen this room for at least half his live, those same white walls, that same light. Though it must have been his lucky day, the normal pool of blood that he left after the last tests was cleared; often his scars would open if the guards were rough enough with him right after experimentation.

He sighed, another days 'hard work' as some called it. "Oh yeah real hard..." He spoke to himself, it pained him to be the only one, he was a social creature..... Or at least he was. They made sure to limit interaction with other 'subjects'; but to top that all off, he was spacial, they held a power over him.
His friend, his reason for enduring all this without objection was else where, and they 'offered' him a 'lovely little deal'. 'In order to hear some news on his friend, he'll have limited social interaction with others even more than normal.' Though he doubted much of what they told him, he couldn't just refuse... After all it's already been eight years since the deal had begun. To them it was less to deal with, and kept a 'freak' in line like a good little lab rat...

Name: Arianna (Ari) Shire
Age: 19
Gender: female
Appearance: pic
ID Number: 737
Abilities: Telekenisis - can move things with her mind
How long you've been here: 12 Years
Bio: ((I'll sort of develop these as I go if that's alright. If not I'll add one))
Other:

Ari had just been tossed back in her cell from a morning of testing. She hated the tests, hated the things they did to her or made her do to test her limits. Now she sat on the small bed in her room. Her back pressed against the wall as she stared at the other walk across form her. Her first day here she'd had little to no control over her ability. She had begun twisting the walls of the room and moving things that shouldn't be moved. They learned after that that she needed a different kind of room. And now she couldn't do that. They did give her drawing charcoal though. And as she stared at the wall the little black stick drew intricate designs all over her pristine white walls, the the while she continued to stare blankly at the door. This was the only way she could calm herself anymore. She blocked everything off and focused on her ability, usually with drawing. Just like she was now.

((I'll try to balance out the genders some))

Name: Samuel (Sam) Wright
Age: 19
Gender: male
Appearance: pic
ID Number: 246
Abilities: Phobia-Initiated Ability manifestation — The user can gain abilities that are related to a target's fears. The shift may just be aesthetic or the user will gain all the powers and the form of the feared being/object. Typically he just reaches into the target's mind and makes them think they are being faced with their worst fear.
How long you've been here: 5 years
Bio: ((I don't have time right now but I'll think of something))
Other:

Name: Ashta (Ash) June
Age: 17
Gender: female
Appearance: pic
ID Number: 135
Abilities: Magic manipulation
How long you've been here: 13 years
Bio: ((same as above))
Other:

Naoi hopped hastily to her feet as she heard the lock in her door click. It seemed it was 'free time'. A guard pulled the door open, striding into her cell - sorry, room. He looked to her, not seeming particularly impressed.

"You know the routine." he said, sounding bored. "You have one hour. No funny business." He not-so-subtly flashed his gun, as if in warning. Silently, Naoi followed him out of the room, down the winding halls, and into the already crowded common area.

Victorique continued to stare at the clock on her white golden cage's wall, or as her parents call it in their letters her 'room', with her blank stare, immediately looking to the door as the clock struck the time she was usually permitted to mingle with others. Just on time, the door clicked open and a female guard held open her door.

"C'mon Princess, it's time to go and play with others. You may bring a toy if you want - actually, your parents spend a lot of money on those so I'd suggest you take one, not all freaks are as lucky as you y'know. Unless you want to just stay in here today? You know your parents don't like you mixing with the other freaks."

She had a hopeful tint in her voice - all guards usually do, if they influence her to do something in line with her parent's wishes, they usually get some kind of reward or recognition, and if it's one thing her parents want more than anything, is that she keeps away from other 'freaks'. They fear she may become even more freakish herself, and that if she stayed alone maybe the freakishness would leave her sooner.

Fuck that though. Still, Victorique glanced briefly into the guard's eyes, and quickly heard her thoughts - a lot of, "please please please, I need to move up, the higher ups are driving me mad, fucking freak just stay inside for once its not like you actually socialise, fuck please, i swear i will kill my boss soon if i don't move up." reverberated in her mind.

If there was one thing Victorique respected, it was any form of hatred towards this place and the people that ran it. However, the guard was still a guard, and still looked down on her instead of fearing her, and that wouldn't do at all. Victorique looked once again at the increasingly impatient looking guard, and committed her face to memory - when Victorique was done with the place, no member that willingly worked here would survive, but some would get more merciful, faster deaths, and this was one of them.

Satisfied with her mental image, Victorique lightly stood up, carefully picked up her teddy bear amicably - a tattered, dirty white thing with a green ribbon, the oldest toy she has. Her parents would get too much joy from her taking something new. She was still slightly affronted that her parents still thought of her as a five year old - which was the age she was the first and last time they came to see if 'the freakiness was cured' -, but in the end she simply accepted it. It just made them underestimate her more.

Finally ready - but taking her own sweet time as she knew she could - she softly padded to the door, the guard looking ready to explode, but had a fleeting expression of success when she saw that Victorique had at least carried one of the toys from her parents with her.

"Fucking finally, - thank god I might be moving up." The guard muttered under her breath as she closed the door behind them, and then lead Victorique to the commons.

Naoi stood a bit removed from the others in the room. Some of them had become somewhat unhinged from their time here, and she didn't want to be too close if one of them snapped.

She glanced to Victorique as the smaller girl entered the room. She had never been quite sure how she felt about that one. True, she had never really said or done anything to make Naoi feel that she was a bad person, but she had it so much better than the rest of them. Naoi couldn't help but resent her for that.

Victorique stepped into the common room, unconsciously squeezing her bear to her chest. Overcrowded places like this was both a blessing and curse - she didn't really have to look into anyone's eyes to hear their thoughts, but it was instead hard for her to block out other's thoughts - they just seemed to swirl around in her mind, but she was getting better at shielding her mind, so she thinks that she can handle it for awhile. Like hell she was gonna stay in her room like her parents wanted - she'd rather start bleeding out from the mental pressure, than do anything that correlates with her parents' wishes.

As she padded into the room, she ensures sit in a corner on the floor - the less white her outfit becomes, the better, even though she knows that she'll be forced to change back into something pristine soon enough. She doesn't bother glancing around the room, she already knows that some people resent her, and that others want to befriend her, both because of the 'privileges' she has - she doesn't want to try and egg anyone on by looking at them with her doll-like stare. She instead started to pick at the bandages around her neck once more, giving a little smile (which quickly disappeared before it was noticed by anyone) when she felt that a stitch snapped, as it caused blood to flow onto the bandages, erasing their pristine look. Nothing to do but wait until the 'social period' was done. Still better than being trapped in her room.

An hour or so later he was dragged out once again, it was the daily social time. It didn't interest him much, everyone just stood there too scared to really do anything under the gaze of the guards, if they were seen to being too friendly it was 'implied' they were scheming to breakout.
"Whatever happened to human rights I wonder, perhaps we aren't even considered human any more." He muttered under his breath to hide it from the guard, their reply would be so it'd be useless to bother trying to reach the humanity in the guards.

He didn't think it'd be worth it going, he wouldn't have long anyway, he tended to be hurried back to his cell shortly. He wondered if it'll be like this forever, would they out live their usefulness on day? It's not like anyone would miss some freaks right?

Ari walked or hesitantly. She looked around at everyone there and sighed quietly to herself. She had taken longer to come out of her own mind this time but she had been able to come back. She looked around the yard to all the others. Trying to decide if there was anyone she wanted to mingle with or if she wanted to keep to herself this time.

Well, no point of 'social hour' if she wasn't going to be social, right? May as well make some attempt. And if she was going to talk to someone, it might be best to get on the good side of the only person with any sort of influence in this place.

She uncertainly approached the princess herself, Victorique. She fiddled nervously with her gloves for a moment before speaking. "Um, hello."

Victorique slowly looked up curiously at the girl that approached her. Naomi Tithe, ice powers, 17 years of age, but been around for 11 years, give or take. Victorique looked dead into the girl's eyes, quickly sorting through her thoughts in order to see what she wanted.

'Hm, to socialise, and get on my good side? She doesn't seem to be pushing for it however, and holds only a little bit of understandable animosity towards me. Haven't had a person approach me like that in awhile, why not?' Victorique thought to herself in a span of five seconds, before blinking slowly, further giving herself a doll effect.

"...Hello. You wish to get on my good side, but i assure you that i don't hold as much sway here as it would seem - if i did things would be a lot different. Now that that's out of the way, if you still want to continue to, as they say, 'socialise' with me, even knowing that you may not get anything in return, feel free to do so." She said in her soft voice, turning her attention back to her bear and not really expecting the ice girl to stick around.

Naoi blinked, somewhat taken aback. She didn't particularly appreciate having her thoughts dug through like that. She also wasn't quite pleased with the answer she had gotten. In fact, she seriously considered leaving for a moment before deciding to stay instead. She was already here; it wasn't like it would hurt. She sat on the ground next to Victorique. "I'm Naoi." she introduced, though she doubted there was a need.

Victorique blinked in surprise, honestly taken aback that the ice girl had decided to stay - not that the surprise showed on her face. She tilted her head, well aware of how creepy it looked, and said, "I am well aware. Just as I'm sure you know my real name, even as you and others refer to me as 'Princess'. It's a pleasure." She tried her best to give a slight smile

Naoi really didn't like this mind-reading things. Not one bit. Still, she forced a small smile as well. If Victorique was making the effort to be pleasant, there was no reason she shouldn't as well. "If you don't mind my asking, why do you come out during 'social hour' if you don't want to socialise?"

"Oh," Victorique actually gave a small, soft laugh, thoroughly amused, "It's my own little form of rebellion - my ever so lovely parents would rather me stay in my rooms, away from other people with powers, popping pills and getting stuffed with medication to make me 'normal', as if the rest of you are contagious or something. So i ensure that i never do so, and come out to 'socialise' as much as possible. I know it seems a tad bit juvenile, but there is only so much you can do to rebel in a place like this, so i'll take what i can get."

Victorique shrugged, and then added on, "I'd say i'm sorry for the mind reading, but i'm honestly not. I understand it is rather 'creepy' and an invasion of privacy, but everyone in this place either wants to kill me or use me, so i am not going to give up what little advantage i have in order to make others comfortable - that's how i'd end up dead, and i have far to much to do to just die."

Victorique tilted her head, she debated telling the ice girl that her mind reading wasn't even something she could fully turn off, but she decided against it- ice girl seemed nice for now, but that could change and Victorique doesn't want to give out any weakness if that was the case. Still, it was surprisingly nice to talk to someone just for talking's sake.

He sat in the corner of the little social area, if he distanced himself from everyone if something happened he might be spared, it's not like he enjoys doing what he's told but he'd dare not risk his friend over something that can be helped. He eyed the guards and the other lab rats, it was clear who held the power here and it was certainly clear of the emotions of everyone, the normal people were afraid of the 'freaks' and were willing to de-humanise them in order to retain what little power they felt they had left... However in turn the freaks were angry/frustrated, but still scared, terrified even...

It was rather funny really, things could have been so different if only people paused and thought logically. Rather than test and de-humanise the 'freaks' they could have been humane, if they feared the minority in the group that would abuse their powers they could have used 'freak against freak'..... That only made him think of what other levels these tests might go to...

Naoi was silent for a moment. She could understand that. The whole 'one advantage' bit, at least. She just wanted to protect herself. That's all any of them wanted. To finally be safe. She fiddled with her gloves before speaking again, now targeting the latter part of what Victorique had said. "What exactly do you 'have to do'? There's not exactly a lot we're allowed to do here."

"Oh nothing much, really. Just break out and bring this place and the people in power to their knees, in revenge for what they do to me, - well i suppose to all of us. Well, either escape and bring this place down, or fall and bring this place with me." Victorique said this with a soft deadpan voice, no emotion behind her voice, simply stating it like it was a fact rather than a hopeful wish.

That caught Naoi off guard. For a moment, she was surprised - even a little scared - that someonw who looked and acted like Victorique did had thoughts like that. But the more she thought about it, the more the plan appealed to her. No one liked it here. Not one person was happy. Shutting this place down was the only thing that at might be possible to do. But not divided.

Her next words shocked even herself. "Let me help you." she requested, her voice much calmer than even she had expected.

Victorique's eyes flickered quickly to the ice girl's own, yet in her mind Victorique could read no apprehension or plans of backstabbing - it wouldn't be smart to think of backstabbing a person who could read your mind, but idiots had tried it with Victorique before, so she always ensures to check. However, it seemed as if the ice girl firmly believed in Victorique, and honestly wanted to see this place crumble.

"Are you sure?" Victorique tilted her head, still looking the ice girl dead in her eyes, "It will not be easy, many will most likely die, I'm not even sure if i have a plan as of yet, and even if i did there's no guarantee that it will work - i see into people's minds, not the future."

"I'm positive." Naoi confirmed with a nod. "This place is rotten to the core, and I'm sick of letting it keep people here. It's time to finally do something about it. Besides, maybe I'm understimating you, but I dodn't see how it would be possible for any one person to do something like this on their own."

Victorique blinked slowly at the ice girl, before starting to quietly giggle, her shoulders shaking with the movement. "You're crazy." Victorique gave the girl a genuine smile, "It's a good thing i am as well. Plus, it will be nice to have some help, so thank you Frostbite."

Victorique felt cautiously hopeful- Frostbite was right, the more people she had helping her, the higher the chances of escape were. Perhaps they could actually do this.

Naoi smiled for what felt like the first time in a while. Maybe Victorique wasn't so bad. She was more like the rest of them than Naoi had originally thought. "You're welcome." she waid with a nod. "So, first thing's first, we need a plan, right?"

Ari had been slowly walking around. Listening to people who were talking or glaring at those who glared back. As she passed by Naoi and Victorique though she paused. Then took a few steps back and looked to them. If she heard right, that was something she had been trying to do a very long time. "I want to help." She blurts suddenly, though her voice remained quiet.

Ashta and Sam did not get their free time as normal. Usually when they tested certain areas of Sam's...gift. They wanted to see how it was against those with other mental abilities. Today though they tested him against Ashta. To see what kind of magic she could create to protect herself.
Now though they were both worn out and tired. They were still forced to go outside, even if it was a little pointless since there were only ten minutes left in the free time.

Naoi looked uncertainly up at Ari. She had spoken to the girl a few times, but they weren't particularly close. Still, she seemed trustworthy enough. She looked to Victorique with a shrug. "The more the merrier, I think." she pointed out, wondering what the smaller girl thought.

Victorique glanced up at the telekinetic girl as she stopped by her and Frostbite - name, Arianna Shire, though she responds better to Ari, age 19, been here for around...12 years, if Victorique remembers correctly. Victorique was slightly shocked that she seemed to be getting another ally, but didn't let it show on her face. Instead she looked into the telekinetic girls mind, meeting her head on with a blank stare. She seemed truthful enough, holding a lot of animosity towards this place - Victorique could relate.

At hearing Frostbite's comment, Victorique looked to her new companion and shrugged slightly. "I suppose if you don't have any problem with it. She seems sincere enough to me." She said in her quiet voice. Victorique turned back to the telekinetic girl and asked softly, "You hold a lot of animosity - though surprisingly enough, not at me. I take it you've tried escaping before?" She tilted her head creepily, "Experience like that could do us good."

Ari just looked to her and shrugged. "Something like that." She says. She sat between them gracefully, crossing her legs. She glanced around the area and noticed Ashta and Sam being let out. Then she looked back to Victorique and Naoi

"Right. I was just saying that the first thing we need is a plan. Some way to get out. Any ideas?" Naoi asked. She herself wasn't quite sure where to start, other than that they needed to get out if they had any hopes of crushing this place.

Name: Hibari/Stven
Age: 8/17
Gender: male/female
Appearance: pic
ID Number: hibari: 105 stven: 106
Abilities: hibari: predictions stven: enhanced abilities
How long you've been here: ???
Bio: ???
Other: they can never be seperated, if they are they will enter a mode in where hibari is a depressed kid and stven is a raging killing machine

"Hm, well." Victorique sat prim and proper with her hands in her lap, "I suppose a start would be that i can easily track the guard's thoughts - as so, if they are reminded of their routes, then i can start tracking when and where each guard will be, thus giving us the clearest escape route."

Victorique tilted her head in thought, "But even I am not infallible- i may not be able to read all the guard's mind, or one may be sick and come back the day we try to escape, or maybe they could all just suddenly up and kill each other." Victorique paused here, and allowed a slight smile, before clearing back her face to it's blank look, "That's wishful thinking however, it'd make our jobs far too easy, now wouldn't it?"

Victorique looked to Frostbite and then says, "Any input Frostbite?", then she turns her head to the telekinetic girl and continues, "How about you Goldilocks?"

Stven opened his eyes as Hibari is sleeping on his lap, "wake up," He said as he shook Hibari awake. With a yawn Stven carried Hibari on his back.

She snorted a little at the nickname. She didn't care if that was what she was called. It was just funny. "I think what you have is a good start. I also think it'll take some observation as well as listening in." She says. She bit her lip. "We also may need more people. Any of the gifts would be helpful to us. But we'd have to be careful of who we chose." She says.

Victorique nodded her head slowly, almost looking like she was going to fall asleep. "Yes, we do need to be careful. My ability to read minds does come in handy in... deterring people from trying to lie to me, but there are always idiots who try, and i myself am not totally infallible.

She glanced to Goldilocks, "I'm glad you approve of your name, by the way. Makes life easier." She looked back down at her bear, "Do you all have any idea who we can trust in order to help us? Give me a name, and when we bring it up with them i will read their minds. I fear that I wouldn't be able to choose anyone myself - yes I have more than adequate knowledge of the people in this place because I've been here so long - probably even more knowledge than i should know as cause of my parentage and ability, but I do not know the trustworthy from untrustworthy."

She smirks, and says in an exaggeratedly innocent voice, "People just don't seem to like me or want to talk to me, I wonder why?" She bats her eyes, before slightly rolling them - the most expression she's allowed on her face in awhile.

Naoi thought for a moment before shrugging. "More people would always be good. I for one won't be terribly useful until we get outside. Unless we want a lot of noise, which I doubt we do." she hesitated. "I'm afraid it's been a while since I've made much of an effort to talk to anyone here. I'm not sure who's trustworthy and who isn't. I guess we could try asking around?"

Victorique looked at Frostbite and couldn't help herself, she did something she hadn't in years - she started to giggle. She covered her mouth with her hands, then wiped her eyes when she thought she had calmed down. "Just....ask? Go around and inquire? What if they lie? What if they go and inform the higher-ups? I mean it's a good idea in theory, but over these years i've become quite a sceptical, jaded person, unfortunately."

Ari shrugged. "We are careful. You can be the lie detector Princess." She says with a faint smile. She then looked around the area and spotted two sets of people. First she pointed to Sam and Ashta. "They always have tests before or after me. Because of their abilities they need the same type of rooms I am put in. On occasion we have to train together. We could start there. Or at least I can." She suggests. "We don't ask directly. Indirect is better. Just enough to get a feel."

As normal once his time was up he was collected before everyone else had to finish their socialising, he was used to it by now his internal clock always counted and expected it. He wasn't done with testing just yet but it wasn't anything too difficult this time, no real experimentation so to speak.
He couldn't go against them, it wasn't just his life on the line but that of his friend. He had already started to suspect the information he was getting about this friend was false, or made up but he had no proof and didn't wish to poke the bee-hive on a minor gut feeling.

He was thrown into his room again, only thing to do was sleep in here, if he tried to use his powers externally they'd been useless. In his room jutting out from the ceiling was a small metal rod, it was to act like a lightning rod should he use his powers, it would drain him forcefully until either guards came to subdue him or exhaustion got him, though the latter was annoying after the first hundred tests or so his stamina improved just like his control but eventually it would kill him if it drained him too long.

"I wonder what the other cells are like? do they also have these precautions? Ah, it doesn't matter not like I'll ever know anyway.... Most likely they'll use be till they've gotten enough data and kill me after, all the while I'll be following orders for someone I don't even know if they're even alive..... Or if they even remember me, or if anything I do effects them like I'm told...."

Victorique mulled the idea over in her mind, before giving a slight nod - they had no other plan after all, might as well.

Ashta could feel the group of people looking to her and Sam on occasion and it was setting her on edge. Especially because there was an actual group. Not that alliances surprised her. Through everything she and Sam had become friends. But it wasn't usually so out in the open. Speaking of... She looked over to Sam. They had really been pushed today and he seemed more tired than usual.
Sensing her gaze on him, Sam looked up and gave her a brief smile to say he was fine. Then he followed her gaze to the group. "What do you think?" He asks quietly. Ashta shrugged.

"I dunno. It makes me...uneasy." She says quietly. Sam just nodded a little. That made sense. He sighed and sat on the ground, leaning against a wall. Sleep would be really nice right about now.


((Sorry for the delay. Now it's summer I have to work a lot more))

Naoi glanced over her shoulder at Ashta and Sam, only to find them looking abck. She quickly averted her gaze, returning her attention to Victorique and Ari. She knew 'free time' would be ending soon. They didn't have a lot of time. "So...you'll try talking to them, then?" she asked Ari.