forum The Experiment (larger group RP)

Started December 19, 2020 by Deleted user

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i'm ready whenever :D

Well, once more people are online to confirm they're ready, we'll start.

Do whatever works for you, dude. Take care of yourself.

I'm ready!

It was a dark and stormy night. A cliché to beat all clichés, certainly, but it was such nonetheless. The armored bus drove up a steep hill to meet a building of tall towers and long, long walkways, all guarded by several imposing people with guns who looked like they would shoot at any moment.

Inside the armored bus were several teenagers, among them two named Mary and Embers. Mary sat silently, politely, looking perfectly pleased with herself as the bus drove to her demise. Embers was not so satisfied. He was currently doing his level best to chew off the handcuffs he'd been placed in, like everyone else had been placed in, equally sturdy and impossible to remove. At least he'd gotten them from behind his back, he was incredibly flexible and could maneuver himself with ease, a contortionist of sorts. It had gotten him out of tight spots before, he was sure it would get him out of this one.

Mary sighed, and turned behind her to look at the struggling boy. "I'm sure this is wonderful entertainment for everyone here, but I suggest you save yourself the embarrassment. The cuffs simply won't come off. Believe me, I've tried to pick them." she showed the other the broken toothpick she was currently chewing on thoughtfully.

Maritza growled at the restraints placed on her wrists, more than frustrated that she couldn't get them off. She pulled her wrist apart slightly behind her back, though the small chains quickly straightened out, letting her know that was the farthest they could go. Her anger began to rival the spirit of an irritated chihuahua. "Just what are these things made of?!" she barked, "And I get that I kinda-sorta destroyed a whole town, but do they have to be behind my back?"

Raila shook his head in dismissal of the girl's questioning. He answered everything she asked in his usual monotone voice, though it seemed to gain just the slightest mocking tone. "Well, Miss Strife, from my observations, our handcuffs are made from regular iron. And," he continued, "yes they do have to be behind your back. It limits your range of motion. Now please shut up."

Maritza huffed at the younger boy's response, but duly followed his request, turning her gaze back to the boy biting at his handcuffs. She giggled a little at the sight, but decided against speaking on it as another teen already had. Indeed it was fine entertainment, and certainly distracted her from the certain doom they were driving towards. Though despite how comical the scene, Raila refused to spare even a smirk.

"Fuck you, and fuck this bus. When I get out of here, you'll be sorry, you all will! Because I'll have left you at in the dust!" he screamed at Mary, beginning to smash his hand again and again against the seat, probably in an attempt to break it. Embers knew how to set a bone, and these cuffs were too tight to slip out of under normal circumstances. "I'm so close to getting these damn things off, alright? So if you'll all just let me concentrate…" there was a nasty crack, a yelp of pain, and the sound of pure and utter rage and frustration. He hadn't managed to break his hand in two, but he did dislocate his wrist. Popping it back in place with a whimper, he began the process all over again.

Mary sighed and settled into her seat as best she could with the cuffs restraining her uncomfortably. Reasoning with this idiot was useless, he'd just keep hurting himself until they arrived at the drop-off location. Which was soon, as she could see out of the small tinted window provided to her.

Phoenix and Elowen sat next to each other, the older gazing around at their fellow captives with a haughty smirk on his face and the younger sitting silently, looking thoughtfully off into space. Elowen looked almost like a statue in her serenity, her pale blonde waves of hair falling down, her hazel gaze full of intellect, and her posture straight. Except for the handcuffs, it seemed the girl could be anywhere. While Elowen was lost in thought, her brother deigned to speak up.

“Wow, what delightful company,” he said with a sarcastic edge. “Shouldn’t we all be so refined as to attempt to chew off our handcuffs? I hate them as much as the next guy, but I don’t think screaming and hitting your hands against the wall will help. Why don’t you save your energy and do something fun to waste the time until we arrive?” He gave a suggestive wink, hoping the other boy understood what he meant.

Elowen merely shot Phoenix a look at that, arching a delicate eyebrow. Why did he always have to be so vulgar? There was an efficient and simple way to go about this, and of course her brother was choosing to be an absolute egghead about it. He always had to flirt with anyone in sight, and that had ended in so many different ways Elowen could no longer keep track. Phoenix had gotten a surprising amount of interested parties, but Elowen’s personal favorite flirtation—that she had witnessed, anyhow—was when Phoenix had gotten punched in the face by an offended young woman. It had been hilarious, and Phoenix had ended up with a bruise for days because of it.

Shea's nap was cruelly interrupted when the bus went over a speed bump particularly fast. Her head whacked against the window, the cuffs digging even further into her wrists. Shea growled at the inconvenience, wiping her mouth on her shoulder, trying to get the strands of brown hair out of it. She placed her head on the seat in front of her, hoping to fall right back asleep.

After a few minutes of nothing, Shea decided to busy herself with bothering people. "Hey! Are we there yet?!" She called to the bus driver. "I'm bored and I gotta pee!"

"I have no intention of having fun until I get these off, moron. Now shut up and let me focus." he growled, while Mary gave a discontent sigh. This idiotic boy would likely continue his banging for a while, causing her to get no sort of rest at all. "Also, I know what you mean by having fun and I'm completely disinterested in that sort of thing."

"Alright, we're stopping." one of the guards called, entering from where the group was separated to the front of the bus. The group was quickly loaded out and made to stand in the pouring rain, while several guards with guns followed, weapons trained on each individual before they could run away. This was unusual, the most juvenile delinquents got was a taser and Mary knew it. Why the high security?

Shea raised her eyebrows at the unexpected arsenal. "This is a fun turn of events," She muttered. She growled at a guard who came a little too close, staring them down with her unnatural violet eyes. "Touch me and you'll lose your fingers."

The guard didn't respond, only adjusting his aim from her stomach to her head. "If your gonna kill me, can you do it with explosives and fire?" Shea snarked, only half-joking. "A bullet isn't how I want to go out. I need fire, a mushroom cloud explosion deal and Highway to Hell blaring on some speakers."

The guard stared at her.

"What? I want to go out with a bang!"

(sorry for taking so long to reply! i got busy today ^^)

Elowen still had that perfectly serene look on her face, calm as ever. Meanwhile Phoenix glowered at Shea, not enjoying her mention of dying by fire with armed guards present.

“Are you people trying to get us shot? Just shut your pretty mouths for long enough for us to get inside, away from the guns and then you act like insane people all you like,” he complained. “Personally, this rain is going to ruin my new coat and you’re all acting like complete and utter morons!”

“It’s just a coat, Kai, calm down,” Elowen said, with a glance his way. “You don’t have to be melodramatic and stoop to their level.” She shot the others a look. “You won’t make any friends that way, and I’m sure you want to have a friend or two to talk you.”

Phoenix grumbled something incoherent under his breath. Elowen raised an eyebrow at him. “Yes, fine, alright,” Phoenix snapped at last. “But can we please go inside already?”

Raila remained quite through the whole situation, determining that as little interaction as possible would be best with these people. He spared glances to people who spoke, but otherwise kept his eyes glued to the hems of the maid's dress that he wore. In his mind, he began to describe each of the people he had had the displeasure of encountering on the trip.

Embers, hotheaded. Maritza, rebellious. Shea, reckless. Phoenix, rude. Mary, quiet. Elowen, peacekeeper. Though that's all he understood from first impressions. He looked up to the guards briefly, weapons upon weapons of dangerous power sat with them. One false move or word and it seemed like the best outcome would be losing an eye.

Maritza looked up to the sky, her face blank and her mouth not uttering a word. She seemed calm. Or at least, so one would think until her mouth opened wide to let out a storm of complaints. Raging on harder than the pouring rain. "Oh could we HURRY UP? I'm trying to get out of this rain, I'm getting cold, and I'm hungry."

She swayed side-to-side with each point, certainly she had never taken the saying "act your age" too seriously. She continued. "I get that I'm a criminal, but I'm still HUMAN, dammit." All this earned naught but a disapproving sigh from Raila. It was more than obvious that the group was drifting apart faster than they ever had a chance to come together.

"Awww, you think I'm pretty!" Shea mockingly cooed to Phoenix, a lopsided and impish grin spreading onto her face. "And shutting up isn't in my nature, snobball." The guard monitoring her poked the small of her back with the tip of his gun, a small warning for her actions. Shea, however, took it as an insult. "HEY!" Shea whipped around, her smile replaced with a scowl. She stepped away from the guard, daggers in her glare. "Watch where you point that thing dipstick."

To say that Shea was miserable was an understatement. She was used to making her own rules in her own little kingdom. She marked what was hers with violet and fuschia graffiti and murals. She took what wasn't hers, adding it to her empire, and what wasn't hers that she couldn't steal, she destroyed. The cops had been after her ever since she ran away from her eighth and last foster home, desperate to bring the delinquent in for rehabilitation. It was like a game for Shea. Cat and mouse, back and forth, over and over again. It was consistent, but always different. Chaos. Just how she like it. Shea had expected to live in the abandoned subway tunnel forever, queen of the sewers and the rats and bats that came with it. Until she was caught… And that brought them to present day.

Phoenix smirked at Shea. “I do think you’re pretty,” he responded. “I’m glad you noticed.” He gave her a wink and Elowen pointedly looked at the building rising up in the front of them so she wouldn’t have to witness her brother’s annoying flirtations.

Elowen’s mouth was a stubborn line, but she still looked relatively peaceful, at least compared to everyone else there. Looking at her one might even wonder why she was there, since she appeared to be a model citizen from this first take.

"You're not too bad yourself, sparky," Shea responded with a cackle. Her mood once again swung from ready to kill to flirting with a random dude she met four hours prior. Shea shifted her gaze to the girl accompanying Phoenix. She looked so… clean. Nothing like the other delinquents being guided into the building. Everyone else had that teenage angst aura radiating off of them, Shea included.

Becoming impatient, Shea shouted. "Hey, can we get a move on? I'm cold and I hate being cold, so let's go inside before I decide to break something!" Her words grew louder with each word.

"I'm with her," Phoenix added, looking restless, but not before shooting Shea another grin. "I would love to get inside sometime soon. This weather is awful and at this point I'm convinced you idiots just want to torture us!"

Elowen glanced at Phoenix again with a huff. She looked slightly annoyed, which on her face looked nearly childish. She seemed to have the innocence of a child, though underneath the perfectly clean appearance, her eyes looked ages old. "Yes, we know you want to get inside, Kai," she said quietly. "If we all keep shouting, I have the feeling it won't help our case at all."

The guards let them stand around in the cold for a bit longer before ushering them inside, bright white light and a temperature slightly warmer than outside but still cold, warming them only a bit, then letting them settle into the chill of the place again. An older woman with a clipboard and a wide frown scribbled some notes, looking incredibly displeased with the group, perhaps simply for existing. "This way, please."

Embers, surprisingly, followed silently. Like he was resigned to his fate, or perhaps had just enough self preservation to not get shot. Mary, meanwhile, flicked her toothpick between pearly white teeth, perhaps wondering if they would finally know what they were here for if she and the others followed along.

(okie doke!)

"Finally," sighed Phoenix to Elowen softly. He followed the others, his walk more of a languid strut, holding his head up high. He may be in a correction facility, or whatever one deigned to call this place, but he would still act as if he owned the place. He kept his hands in the pockets of his coat, obviously a bit chilly.

Elowen walked next to him gracefully, looking as out of place as a nun at casino. She bore a striking contrast to her brother, her pale hair flowing down her back, juxtaposed by her dark coat and turtleneck underneath. She wore a skirt with tights under it, paired with boots, adding to her studious, innocent appearance. She said nothing, merely watching the proceedings and studying the place itself.

The woman lead the group to a set of showers with plain grey uniforms laid out neatly on shelves right next to the stalls, which were located in small cubbyholes with curtains for a minimal amount of privacy. "You'll all leave your old clothes outside the booths, then shower and change into your uniforms. Toiletries and towels are located inside the shower." she said, and turned to give the children some space, ushering the guards out and locking the room. Upon further examination of the room, one would find that there were several security cameras, though none in the shower stalls, thank goodness. The cameras were too high to reach without teamwork, however, and it was unlikely any of these idiots would get over themselves enough to reach them to dismantle them, plus the looming threat of the guards storming in at any minute.