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I think that's everyone! Shall we commence the roleplay, then? Any questions or suggestions before we begin?

(Nope!)

(i don’t either)

((Okiedokie! Then I will try to start the RP here in just a minute.)

((HERE WE GO. Okay, so make sure you know the rules, and have fun. We're starting when they arrive at the Haven, so they already have their powers, they've already been taken from their fam, and now here they are– in a strange place that's nothing like they expected. NOTE: I'm the kind of roleplayer who occasionally picks up characters on the way, so I may end up with a second character. If any of you would like to do this later on as well, I will allow it because I don't want to do something that I won't let you all do too. Just let me know and as long as it fits the RP it'll be fine. :D ))

The vehicle came to a rather abrupt stop, causing Makarios to slide into the person sitting to his right– while the person on his left slid into him, sandwiching him between the two of them.
"Sorry," he muttered, even though it wasn't his fault. He scooted away, trying not to crush the other person. It was almost like he was on his way to a prison, sitting on a bench-like seat in the back of a boxed-in vehicle. All he could think about was his mother, his siblings– what they thought of him now. The sadness that crippled him refused to leave, but he didn't show it. No, his expression showed nothing but apathy towards the situation.
Suddenly, the back door opened with a loud metal grinding sound. Light spilled in, blinding Makarios. He threw up a pale hand to shield himself from the harsh brightness that assaulted his eyes.
"Welcome to the Haven, kiddos," a gruff voice said. "C'mon."
All of the teenagers filed out of the vehicle; Makarios was pushed along with them, forced along like a leaf blown in the wind. He nearly fell as the horde of teenagers shoved him over the edge of the truck's back, but he managed to keep from stumbling. His legs were sore from the long ride; he hadn't stood for hours.
The cool wind whipped at his jacket and hair, chilling him. He had thought it was cold in the back of the truck, but it was chillier here. He zipped up his jacket and shoved his hands in his pockets as he surveyed his surroundings.
Considering the ride, he wasn't sure what he had expected– but the place around him was surprisingly decent– not impressive, but decent. There were quite a few buildings, some of which were shops and restaurants. The only houses he saw looked like small apartments. A huge wall was erected around the entirety of the place, to keep anyone from leaving. Warning signs were placed everywhere, stating that it was punishable and dangerous to use one's powers for harm or to attempt to leave. Overall, it was like a compacted city that was closed off from the rest of the world.
Personally, Makarios didn't like it. For some reason, the facade of it being an enjoyable place to live made him sick to his stomach. He didn't want to be here.
"What do we do now?" someone asked. Makarios wondered the same.
"You can just look around," the man who'd let them out of the vehicle said as he slammed the doors shut. "You don't need money around here. Everything you need is supplied by the government. There are limitations as to how much you can have, but you'll be well taken care of." Before anyone could ask anything else, he swung himself into the passenger seat of the vehicle and the truck drove off– through an open gate in the city wall. Once the vehicle was gone, the gate closed.
Makarios turned back to face the city, wishing with all his might that he could be anywhere but here.

Lindsay tried not to cry as the thoughts of five other confused, upset teenagers bombarded her brain. The thoughts of the officers only added to the chaos in her head. She was still getting used to her fledgling powers, and being around more than a few people at a time was liable to make her head spin. She blinked, taking in her new surroundings with disdain and melancholy, her brain unable to process that this was her new reality. It almost felt like a nightmare. Almost, except for the pounding in her temple.

Lindsay couldn’t do much as her hands were tied behind her back, and her head was beginning to ache with the turmoil of several other people added to her own. She bit her lip, forcing herself not to show weakness, even though it only added to her pain. She hadn’t struggled as the officers had taken her and shoved her into their vehicle. What could she possibly have done to stop them? She barely even knew she had these powers, let alone how to control them. She hadn’t even gotten to tell her family goodbye.

As she scanned the unfamiliar area and the unfortunate kids who had ended up here with her, her usual chipper attitude and optimism seemed even further away than it had earlier. All she could do now was wonder what they had in store for them. In a small voice, she asked, “What do we do now?”

"I….think I can help with it," Mikeal spoke up, his thoughts being somewhat calmer than the others.
He was dressed in a simple pair of faded jeans, a white T-Shirt with what looked like a coffee stain on it, and white sneakers. As he was speaking, his mind was racing, tapping into that sweet spot where his powers were controlled. The rope that was tied around his hands slowly began to unraveling as he began to sweat slightly.

Lindsay glanced at the boy that had spoken up, confused. His mind had gone from calm to racing in a split second, and that didn’t help her pain. In spite of that, she raised her eyebrows in wonder as his rope slid off of his hands. She’d never actually seen anyone use their powers before. She tried not to look so naive, but acting on top of the headache and despair she was feeling was difficult to say the least. She wished she could fix her glasses, which had begun to slide down her nose.

Makarios glanced at the others, their expressions and actions. As apathetic as he looked, he too was filled with turmoil. It could be worse, he though. I could be dead.
He wondered if his powers could help him get out, but the thought didn't last long before it was whisked away. Who was he kidding? He'd either kill someone or wouldn't be able to use his powers at all. He felt hopeless. Utterly hopeless.
His heart sank when he realized that everyone else had it just as bad– or worse– than he did. Who am I to wallow in self-pity?
"There's not as many people here as I thought there would be," he muttered to anyone who would listen, forcing himself to speak the most positive thing he could. "At least it doesn't seem overcrowded."
But that left him to wonder why there weren't more people here. Try as he might, he didn't sound (or feel) cheery enough to be uplifting.

Lindsay glanced at the boy that had spoken up, confused. His mind had gone from calm to racing in a split second, and that didn’t help her pain. In spite of that, she raised her eyebrows in wonder as his rope slid off of his hands. She’d never actually seen anyone use their powers before. She tried not to look so naive, but acting on top of the headache and despair she was feeling was difficult to say the least. She wished she could fix her glasses, which had begun to slide down her nose.

The ropes dropped to the ground and he rubbed his wrists, wincing at the rope burn. A quick glance around had him focus on a girl who looked like she was in pain.
"Oh! Lemme help you with those," he said as he walked over, assuming the pain was from the discomfort of the ropes. In a split second she was untied.

Lindsay blinked, studying the boy. “Thank you,” she said softly, giving him a slight smile, though it was still tinged with pain. She fixed her glasses, glancing over with a bit of a frown at the boy who had thought about all of them as useless before looking back at the one who had helped her. “I’m Lindsay,” she introduced herself, hoping she didn’t look like too much of a mess. Her hair was in a messy bun that had certainly become more messy throughout the journey, but her clothing choice of a vintage graphic t-shirt, high-waisted jeans, and chunky white sneakers seemed okay.

Makarios hesitated, unsure of how to define "okay." Was he okay? Did the guy mean physically, mentally, or emotionally? Or all of the above? He felt like a heavy weight was pressing down on him. He wasn't sure if his powers were working against him or if it was just stress, but he felt like he was about to buckle under the pressure.
"Well, I haven't had a panic attack yet, so I'd say I'm doing pretty well so far," he responded, sounding well-put together despite being the exact opposite. He offered a bit of a smirk and sounded almost like he was kidding.

Lindsay blinked, studying the boy. “Thank you,” she said softly, giving him a slight smile, though it was still tinged with pain. She fixed her glasses, glancing over with a bit of a frown at the boy who had thought about all of them as useless before looking back at the one who had helped her. “I’m Lindsay,” she introduced herself, hoping she didn’t look like too much of a mess. Her hair was in a messy bun that had certainly become more messy throughout the journey, but her clothing choice of a vintage graphic t-shirt, high-waisted jeans, and chunky white sneakers seemed okay.

"I'm Mikeal," he said slipping his hands into his pockets and giving her a smile back. He wasn't one to judge people on their appearance, especially after what they had just gone through, so he hardly noticed her hair. "Seems like they chose the roughest pieces of rope they could find to tie us up with."
The joke was a lame attempt to break the ice and he cursed himself mentally after saying it.