Two teens with special abilitys have been locked up in a special prison where they will train and if they argue they will be beaten shes a fiece warrior and he doesn't take no for answer. They have numbers tattooed on thier wrists and over time they start to fall for each other
Ooh I'm interested may I join?
(Depends who you wanna be)
(I'm fine with either whoever you want me to be is fine)
(can you be the boi?)
(yep!)
(so is there gonna be a template or are we doing this blind?)
(whatever you want)
(I'd rather do blind if thats okay with you)
(yes! Me start or you)
(do you mind starting?)
(Not at All)
(great! :))
Lizzie Bird was A beautiful girl who happened to be locked inside a building with one other person a guy. She had blonde hair with the ends blue. One of her eyes were blue and the other was green. And tattoed on her wrist was the number 999. This place was like prision but for those with 'special gifts'. She had quite a few of those but it was rare to find someone like her. There were only two her and the guy stuck in the building with her.
Jax White woke up in a cold, prison-like room, his head aching and his whole body shivering. He glanced across the room, and noticed a pretty girl, with blond hair and blue tips. She was absolutely beautiful but Jax was uneasy about it because he had had some bad experience with pretty girls.
Lizzie looked over at him which revealed her eyes to him. Different colors. She tucked her legs into her chest and looked at the wall beside her with a sigh. She knew they were never getting out. That they were stuck. That they'd die here.
"H-hello," Jax murmured, his fists clenched tightly. "Do, you, um, know where we are?"
Lizzie looked back at him "prison" she said "For people like us" she said.
Jax stared at the palms of his hands, completely understanding. Thoughts of fire, death, houses burning to a crisp flashed in his mind. I deserve to be here, he convinced himself, closing his fists as he saw tiny sparks of fire glow in the center of his palms. All i did outside of here was hurt, anyway.
Lizzie saw fire and backed up against the wall. Almost nothing scared her but fire did. It scared her senseless. She didn't want to be afraid, Fear was for the weak. She couldn't afford to be weak, Not anymore.
"I'm sorry," he apologized quickly. "I didn't mean to scare you."
"I can't be here, I can't be around Fire" She said.
Jax grimaced, balling up his fists. He was a burden wherever he went, even where he was sent for being a burden. "I'm sorry," he repeated.
She sighed, forcing her hand out a waterball appeared in her hand.
Jax stiffened up at the sight. He hated water, and always had a horrible fear of drowning. "I guess they shouldn't have out us in the same room," he said with a slight smile, which was a bit forced. "Um, we haven't really gotten off to a good start. I'm Jax." He considered holding out his hand to shake but decided it would be a bad idea.