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Fantasy Trapped.

"Hmm, well, I don't think we had our powers, like made, then put inside us. I don't really remember anything, but I get a feeling that I've used this power before. And, I have a feeling, that our powers are part of the reason we got taken here. And the numbers on our wrists probably have sown thing to do with the powers." She pauses for a moment, then continued. "We don't really know any more than you, sorry."
 
"You've got a point." Hailey said to Mira. "It does feel like I've used it before. Like, even though I doesn't remember that I have done it before, I know exactly how to use it." She walked up to one of the white walls and knocked at it. It didn't sound that thick. "Do you think that there's something behind these walls, like another rooms, or do you think it's just...outside? 'Cause they don't seem to hard to break. Especially not with a power."
 

Willow watch everyone upstairs sit down and itroduce each other. It was a bit childish. She had wanted to set some ground rules set, but apparently everyone wanted to use the willy-nilly. She sighed, we footsteps echoing as she plodded down the stairs. Someone was going to get hurt, but nobody was thinking ahead. Everyone wanted to bust down walls, but they should know that the walls aren't going anywhere. Why would someone put them in there with food, just to bust out?


She decides to leave the rest of the others to their own devices, hoping for the best. She makes her way to the kitchen, with the boxes full of food. After a moment of searching around the room, she decided to catogorize the food, see how much they had and try to decide how long it'll last.
 
Caroline stands up, noticing that nobody is really interested in her idea anymore. ¨Maybe we should lay out some ground rules, and then get to work on escaping this hell hole...¨ She said as the left the circle and walked down the stairs.
 
Mira tapped one of the walls. "Who knows what back there, but, I could punch through the wall, so we could see." Without waiting for an answer, a guantlet appeared on her hand, and her fist hit the wall, but didn't go through. She punched again and again, till she gave up. Huffing, she noted, "These walls are impossible to make a hole in..." She pulled her hand away from the wall, and the gauntlet disappeared.
 
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[QUOTE="Unknown Sanity]He saw Reyna walk back upstairs as he started to follow her, he knew that there was people, however so far she was the only one he knew the name of. Letting her murmer, mainly because he could barely make it out. Kaiden noticed the group again coming back downstairs the voices coming closer once again, noticing the gunshots that they fired in one room, and even more than a normal volume as to meaning actual volume of how they were speaking. "Reyna, are you coming." They started to go in a circle, as he was still downstairs, previously they had been rather busy and had ignored his presence. Already starting to walk back downstairs to the group, "Hey again." He said to the group.

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"No," whispered Reyna. She was still thinking about everything. Her wrist began to hurt from her rubbing it constantly. Looking at her wrist, she tried to tie anything to anything. Everyone seems to have powers . . . Could that be . . ? Rey sighed. She looked back at the ceiling. "What does this all mean?" she muttered. To her, it seemed that this was all some kind of experiment. They better not make us kill each other . . . she thought, putting her hands over her stomach.


((I keep thinking about X-Men, so I probably won't be on later. I'll be watching X-Men))
 
*Hiro walks up stairs and sits on his bed* well what do we do now ? We are stuck here with food and powers. Also we don't have a leader,or a group of people to make decisions. We aren't all ment to be on it but I dont know.* Hiro walks down stairs to talk to willow.* Hey Willow I think we need a group of people to keep order and control. What do you think?
 
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Violet left the group and started walking around she ended up in the kitchen and started looking around, she bumped into one of the shelves and a box fell down. She put her hands above her head and she closed her eyes hoping it wouldn't hurt she could hear the box hit the floor but it never hit her when she opened her eyes she could see that she had made some type of sheild it was really small but once she put her hands down it went away " ummmmmmmm " she looked at her hands and looked around hoping no one had seen her and she left and went back up stairs
 
Blair stood, feeling a bit left out in the circle of all the others. She'd watched Caroline go down the stairs and decided to go and have a chat with her. They were gonna be in here for who knows how long, so she might as well start making friends. Blair made her way down the staircase quietly so as not to draw attention to herself. She straightened her shirt and ruffled her hair, wishing she had something to tie it back with as it was falling into her face.
 
"Oh, fun. An oligarchy," mumbled Dexter, quietly enough that nobody else would hear. He stood up and leaned against the blank wall, lazily watching the conversations that were taking place, not really participating in any of them.
 
Well that was fun. Darin let out an exasperated sigh as he followed the rest back downstairs. Not really feeling like involving or co tributing to anyone's conversation he comfortably laid down on the floor next to the wall and closed his eyes, trying to remember something, anything. But to no avail. He began to tune out the voices around him. If something was going to happen, it would happen. Otherwise all there was to do was to wait and chill. They, whoever the captors were, did provide all the necessities for life. There wasn't any danger yet, so why not relax.
 
Blair was about to reach the stairs when she heard Dexter mutter about an oligarchy. She let out a small laugh unintentionally as she turned to look at him. She furrowed her eyebrows when she realized that he was too far away for her to have heard him. She bit her lip, an idea coming to her. Yo, Dex, what's up? She projected her thought towards him. It was a far-fetched theory, but, hey, YOLO, right?
 
Hailey watched as Mira punched a hole in the wall without any trouble. She smirked. She was really starting to like this girl. "Do you see anyth...Ahh...Fuck!" She shouted and grabbed her wrist. What the hell? She looked at the number, it had turned red and it burned like fire. She quickly looked over to Mira, and her 2 was red as well. "What's happening?!" She hissed through her clenched jaw.
 
Inside his head, Dexter heard Blair's voice, but his ears heard nothing. He furrowed his brow and looked up with a mixture of confusion and something that felt vaguely like disgust. He waited a second, glancing around, and then called out to her, "That freakin' empty circle is what's up, " and looked at her expectantly. He wondered whether she would respond, if what he thought had happened had actually happened.
 
*Hiro noticed Willow was busy so he just walked away. Then he had a hot burning sensation on his wrist* W-what is this ow fuck this hurts. *As he winces in pain.and walks up stairs and gose to his room.Then it stops.* Quick everyone get to your rooms hurry it'll stop the burning.
 
Victor just stood up since it seemed that the circle of people was shattering, he hadn't provided a lot or gotten a lot of help about comprehending the situation, however as he stood up to follow Blair, who was the only one he knew so far, so did he feel his wrist suddenly start burning like fire, "Gah! Goddamn, what the hell is this?!" He pulled up his arm, which he'd kept inside his pocket, and looked at the wrist, there was a number there, 75, it was bright red and stinged like it was burning him from the inside "What the hell is this?! What's going on?" He looked around frantically to see if there was a faucet somewhere to try and cool it down with, however he couldn't see any. "God Damnit! Blair! Help!" He ran over to her and showed her his arm.
 
Mira grabbed her wrist too. 'Shit! That really hurts!" Usually, to alleviate pain, she banged the area in pain against something. So, she figured if she hit her wrist hard enough against the wall, the pain would go away. She banged it agaisnt the wall, really hard, until she heard Hiro. She ran to her room, and the burning stopped. "Oh thank the gods, that really fucking hurt..."
 
Blair's eyes widened as Dexter responded to her. She was on her way over to him when her wrist started burning. "Bloody hell! What the actual fuck is going on?!?" She cried, holding her wrist as tears sprang to her eyes. She vaguely heard Victor yelling her name, and she looked over at him to see that his wrist was bright red, as well as everyone else's. "I don't know how to stop it!" She shouted in a apologetic tone, looking around to try and find something to soothe the burning. It felt like her arm was on fire.
 
Violet was half way to her room when her wrist started hurting, she could hear Hiro yelling so she ran to her room by the time she got there she had disappeared again she stood in the room and walked towards her bed and as she got closer she started to relax so she started to reappear. She held on to her wrist thankfully the pain went away but it still sore.


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Yea I'm usually used to the burning sensation but *looks at Mira then laughs .Then looks at his wrist* God that hurt I dont think I could handle that anymore.I'd rather burn my self than that feeling agin.Wait what time is it well if you know ? Or better yet how long have we been awake?
 
Hailey hesitated for a moment after Mira ran away. They had broken the wall...If she could just... But the pain was to overwhelming. Unwillingly she ran back towards her room, but she stopped at the stairs. She could hear people shouting up there. "Guys!" She shouted as loud as she could. "Just...Get to your rooms!" She continued running, and soon after she went into her room the burning stopped. Holy shit. So, they're just not tattoos, huh?
 
Dexter had turned the corner of his mouth up into a smirk at Blair's surprise, pleased that he wasn't going insane and was at least creating some havoc in this empty hellhole. He let out a chuckle, which transformed into a soft yelp when the numbers on his wrist began to burn. It felt as though they were tearing into his skin, imprinting themselves there more definitely than before. "Shit - shit, fuck, ass, son of a bitch, oh my fucking god," he hissed quietly. He looked up at Blair, then moved downstairs to their bedroom. His mind flooded with relief when the burning stopped, as soon as he reached his bed. That had been the worst pain he thought he'd (probably) experienced in a long time.
 
Blair met eyes with Dexter before he ran in the direction of their bedroom. "Vic, I think we're supposed to go back to our rooms," she explained, running down the stairs two at a time. As soon as she went through the doorway, the pain lessened to the point where it was only a dull ache. She closed her eyes and concentrated as hard as she could, picturing everyone in her mind. Go to your bedrooms! The burning stops! She imagined the words floating through the air and hoped that it would reach the others. She opened her eyes and immediately felt as if her energy had been drained. Her legs suddenly felt like jell-o, and she slid to the floor. Apparently, sending mind messages was a lot of work.
 
Willow is still lookig through boxes when she hears people yelling about burning. As soon as she goes to see what's happening, her wrist begins to burn. Her number is glowing red, and the burning is quickly spreading through her arm. A she struggles to leave the kitchen and make it up the stairs, she observes everyone else in the same predicament as she is. Her steps slow as she finally makes it up the stairs, and she sees everyone else making to their rooms. She tries to hurry and stumbles back to her room, the burn had now spread through her arm and chest, but immediately stops as she makes it through the threshold to her room.

 
There was a definite air of chaos as everyone scrambled to their rooms, trying to escape from the pain. Dex could feel it welling up inside of him, and it felt almost as if his lungs were going to burst from the pressure. Be calm, it'll be fine, quit being a baby, he thought to himself, and when he exhaled he felt the energy revert back to something a little bit more calm. He was surprised by how quickly it soothed his nerves. He cleared his throat, then called out, "Guys, I know it hurts like a bitch but I need you all to be calm." He inhaled and exhaled loudly, begging for it to change the emotionally charged atmosphere. "We won't be able to achieve anything if it's just chaos."
 

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