The Purple Lantern // 4/4 // CLOSED

(Cool, got it.)

Danielle leaned against the wall of the truck, her fingers clenching and unclenching. Her lips tightened as a guard glanced at her, but he looked away. The handcuffs she wore were itchy and scratching up her hands, but it was the only way to keep her from using her fire. She glanced at the other person in the cell and scowled.

Soon, though, the truck stopped, and she was jerked roughly to her feet. “Watch it,” she snapped angrily.

The guard chuckled but didn’t say anything. He did pull her harder through, and she almost tripped, making the barrel of the gun of her guard behind her jab into her back.

Danielle has only been with these guys for an hour or so, and already she hated them. She wanted to rip their skin from their faces and burn them all to the ground. A cruel smile curved her lips, but it vanished suddenly when she felt cold water being dumped over her head. She jumped, giving a small shriek of surprise, and the guards laughed. She glared at them, her hair dripping, and they laughed harder.

She was going to hate this place.

The rumbling of the truck jostled Evera as she leaned forward, her eyes on her handcuffs. They were tight and rusted, digging into her skin and leaving traces of welts. She knew she could heal them without thought, but she'd have to redistribute the damage to the handcuffs, which would in turn keep scratching her. There was no point. It was a bit like her situation. The collar around her neck inhibited most of her abilities, but since they were such a huge part of how she healed and how she moved, they were still present. She avoided eye contact with the other prisoner, even though she wasn't afraid. She just didn't want to draw any necessary attention from the guards.

The truck rolled to a stop, and a guard pulled her by her hair to her feet. She winced, then smiled. The guard was wearing gloves while touching her, as though her power were activated through touch. Ridiculous. She rolled her eyes and allowed them to lead her out of the truck. Her breath caught in her throat as the other prisoner let out a scream. She glanced up, her eyes widening as she realized the guards had just dumped water all over the other girl. "Why did you do that?" she asked.

The guard sneered at her. "Spray a dog with a bottle, bitch behaves."

"Calm down, Ms Davies," Melding sighed. "Phoebe is no longer your daughter."
"She has ice. She looks like me. She'll put the pieces together someday."
"Maybe so, but she'll never find you."
Laura could only glare. She wanted nothing more than to break out of here and steal Freya back. They'd taken Marcus drum her: she wanted her daughter.

A pair of guards walked into the cell, grabbing Laura by the shoulders. She didn't show her wince. They were the strong guards. The guards always assigned to people like her. A weight was lifted off Laura's hands as the shackles were removed, and her hands could move freely. The shackles were quickly replaced with more, covering her hands. Already, ice had begun to form.
The guards began to move her towards the courtyard. If anyone was to look closely, they would see tiny patches of ice in every place she stepped.

(blep)

(blep)

(blep? pls dont let this die)

Danielle gave a cough as steam rose from her skin where the water had touched. She glared at the guards with surprising hatred, her eyes burning, and, without warning, lashed out at the guard. She kicked the one who had dumped water over her, and knocked them to the ground. She held her heavy cuffs around their neck, and smirked as real fear came into their eyes.

Then she was lifted off the guard and thrown to the ground. The second guard stood over her, a smirk on his hard face. "Calm down, fire girl, or we'll do more than lock you up."

Danielle spit in his face, her anger sharp and clear. "If you touch me again," she hissed, "I'll kill you. Mark my words."

The guard had laughed, but when she spit, his face darkened in anger. He hauled her roughly to her feet.

Laura was tossed into the courtyard, the guards slamming the door behind her. She stumbled, but managed to stay on her feet. She looked around the courtyard, her icy blue eyes boring into everyone. She walked over to the fence, one that had bits of frost on it already.

A wave of cold assaulted her senses, and Danielle looked around before spotting her. It was a woman, though she looked half-insane. She seemed to be radiating cold and every step she took was covered in ice. Danielle sneered. An ice being. Of course. Just her luck. First, she was caught and sent here, and now there was Ice here.

Then, she realized who it was, and her face darkened. It was the Winter Equinox. She had heard the stories about this woman, and that made her all the angrier.

Her flames burst into being, and her hair rose above her head, swirling like living flames. Her eyes glowed. She could get out of here… and water was dumped on her. Danielle shrieked so loud it shattered a few windows.

(I'm still gonna stalk)

(pretty sure this is dead, which im ok with tbh)

(Hey @Ghost_Spider_Is_Kinda_Bi, can we please do a reboot of this? I really enjoyed it.)

(yeah, i kinda enjoyed it too. would you want it to be a oxo or a small group one?)

(Erm… maybe a small group, like this, so that we could have more people to choose who to ship with?)

(i mean there was no shipping anyway, that's not even close to the point of the rp. but yeah, ill make it a small rp and save a spot for you. are you still wanting to be one of the new two or the one with laura?)

(New ones still. And thank you so much!)