Camilla woke up in what looked like a bedroom. She felt groggy; she couldn't remember how she had ended up in this bed. Who cares. She sat up, noticing her headache for the first time. Probably from all the yelling and from using her powers so much. Quickly, she looked down at her hands, willing sparks to fly from them. She could do that if she was calm enough and in control. She watched little bits of light flow from her fingertips and jump from one hand to the other. She breathed a sigh of relief. They hadn't taken her powers. They hadn't taken her memories either, because she remembered yesterday vividly. She looked down at her wrists which were caked in dried blood. She started to carefully rub it off.
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Xenia gets up, and gets a cup of water. She pours the cup into Thomas's pot to water him, then sits back down on her bed. She hums in her darkness, waiting for the day to finally get out of this place, to escape. She's been here for months now, stuck in the same old room, bored as hell. She sighs, and stands back up again, then looks for any weak points or cracks in the walls.
(( @The_Wild_Warrior_Is_Very_Bored sorry for late reply, but yes it is and yes you may.))
Nevid had no concept of the vent systems. It would eventually form a map of it if it moved around enough, but that would take too long. Although time was meaningless to Nevid. Turning through the vents, it suddenly; or slowly, like maple syrup, before arriving at a similar place through where it entered the vents. To us, it was just some grating, but to Nevid, it was an exit. Changing shape with ease it began to exit through the thin plating, into a room we might know as a supply closet.
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Julius purred, kneading the rock she was laying on as Cecil groomed her hindquarters. The brush snagged a clump of fur, and he gently pulled it from her flank, being careful not to hurt or upset her. "Why must you have such thick fur?" He huffed, pulling the hairball from the brush and then dropping it into the half-filled bucket next to him. Julius huffed back tiredly, as if she wasn't really listening or even caring about the work the human had to do simply because she refused to groom herself on a normal basis. He had to do this anyway, as it was basic management, but it shouldn't require as much effort as Cecil usually had to put in. Sometimes, Fox would try to help, but the anomaly's fuzz was always too much for the little guy to comb through without getting himself tangled. Thankfully, Julius was the only anomaly Cecil was assigned to that did this - mostly because she was the only other furry one he dealt with. There was another, but it could barely move and actually needed someone to groom it. Nonetheless, Cecil often joked at Julius about the reasons she let herself get too fuzzy. His favorite, and the one that annoyed her the most, was that he'd have to do more work and spend more time with her.
Cecil eventually exhaled in relief, dropping his arms to his sides so they could finally rest. "There, all done." He hooked the brush onto his belt, where the rest of his smaller caretaker items were, and picked up the bucket of silver-white fur to take it out of the cell. "I'll see you later, Jewel. I'd say I'll be right back, but I have to get this stuff to Grandpa, and I might get caught up. So, goodbye for now."
When the door closed, Julius sat up and shook herself, causing Fox, who had been napping on her back the whole time, to fall onto the rock and then onto the floor with a yelp. Julius grunted an apology as the fox stood and growled at her. The anomaly walked over to the cell's window and sat in front of it, Fox joining her, and they watched the humans and even other anomalies wander the halls. She growled lowly. Why wasn't she allowed to leave her cell? Cecil trusted her, said she was safe on most occasions, but they didn't let her out. Granted, the last time they did, she went feral on another anomaly, but she swears he started it. She wanted to be able to run freely, like before she was brought to this place. She would find a way out, eventually… In fact, why not start looking now? There was no way she was getting out through the door in the wall, which seemed like the only way, but it couldn't be, right?
Anomaly
Name: 4082
Gender: Male
Cell: A mostly empty room, with a bed and a garden and a desk. The desk has paper all over it as well as a feather pen and ink. There is also a small book shelf with a few leather back books.
Personality: Very friendly and open to people he makes friends with. In large groups he tends to stay quiet unless spoken to. And around people he doesn't trust, he won't really talk to them, unless he is in a situation that is bad for him. For example if he is backed into a corner and he can't do anything, he gets sarcastic and snippy.
Abilities: Can slow or stop time in short bursts. Is incredibly dangerous in close combat
Weaknesses: Is not good against magic attacks
Appearance: Short spiky yellow blond hair. He only has one eye that is dark blue. He is small and agile. He wears a dark royal purple hoodie, light tan cargo pants, and combat boots.
Does this work?
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(Wait this sounds familiar… Is it who I think it is?)
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Xenia finds a crevice in the wall, barely big enough to slip her fingers into. Before she prys it off, she makes a clone version of herself, and lays it her bed, making it look like she's there, sleeping. She pry the panel off the wall, climbs in, grabs the panel, and puts it back. She barely fits in the opening between the her wall and the wall of another cell. She thinks "Finally I can get out of this damn place." Xenia scoots sideways, moving as far as she can away from her cell.
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(Wait this sounds familiar… Is it who I think it is?)
(Probably, he tends to show up in random places all the time.)
(Seems about right)
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( @The_Wild_Warrior_Is_Very_Bored , you could probably just start with him in his cell or something)
(I'm going to leave, so I'm gonna drop out of this roleplay.)
4082 sat in the middle of his cell quietly, his eye fixed on nothing, just staring ahead. He was listening closely to everything around him. It was an enclosed room, the only way to see into it was through a two way mirror. His bed was neatly made and all his plants had been watered. He was hard to follow at times. You couldn't tell if he was actually doing something else or not. Sometimes he would just stop time and do something else, returning to his spot in the middle of the room before letting time go back to normal.
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Harley, seeing Camilla was awake, walked off, writing furiously in her note log.
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Julius pressed herself to the wall, walking along it and sniffing at every crevice her nose could reach. She prodded and clawed at the metal, but only succeeded in leaving small markings in the paint. Fox moved ahead of her, yipping at a part of the wall where a large oak tree was painted. Julius joined him in front of it, but she had no idea what he was going on about - it seemed no different than the other parts of the walls. The little fox started pawing at the paint, still barking, so Julius sniffed at it curiously, her ears picking up muffled sounds of movement from behind it. Was there another door here? She knew the humans let in live prey for her, but the cell lights went off every time, throwing off her vision for a few moments. She never knew why they did that, though sometimes she thought it was so she couldn't try to attack whoever was letting the food in, but she always thought they were using the same door the humans themselves entered through. She was guessing otherwise, now.
She growled and pressed her paws against the tree, moving them around slowly. She felt a crease in the wall and followed it up, across, then back down. It felt like the right shape…and there was the slightest blow of air coming through the slim lines. It was a door.
The top of the outline was a bit below where her head stood, so she'd have to duck down, but she could fit through if she could figure out how to get it open. Maybe she could wait until her next feeding time.
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Finally, Harley looked up from her notes. She had finished them, and was closing up her note log.
(I'm sorry there is a lot going on rn and I can hardly keep up with the rp I created, so I'm gonna have to drop out, I'm sorry!)
Ghost wandered the halls of the lab, Melvin Callaghan trailing not too far behind him. Ghost rarely ever left his cell, even though he was one of the few that could. Ghost would flip out if they saw that Melvin was following him, however, so the scientist made sure to keep his distance. Ghost suddenly stopped outside a door, Camilla's, eyebrows furrowing and expression growing a little concerned. The emotions in the air smelled like a perfume aisle in the middle of a feild of dying flowers in a hot summers day. Overpowering, sickeningly sweet, and very gross. The sort of smell that usually indicated a bad mood. Someone obviously wasn't very happy.
Ghost was pretty sure this was a new person, as he couldn't remember anyone having a cell over here, which they supposed would explain the bad mood. Ghost went over to the door and sat down by it. He didn't think he could go in, so hopefully the guards would notice the way he was sitting and do something to help the new Anomaly.
While he was writing, 4082's elbow hit a vase that had a white flower in it. The vase fell. Time came to a stop and 4082 sat there looking at the page he'd been looking at. He looked empty inside at that moment. But no one would know because time was a stand still. Slowly 4082 placed his feather pen down, and turned to look at the vase. It was on it's side in mid air. The flower was falling out of it and the water was frozen in it's droplets on the outside of the vase. Sighing 4082 bent down and fixed the vase. He collected the water in it, and put the flower back. Then he set it back on his desk. After he was done he walked to the middle of his room and sat down again. Time returned to normal, and it was as if nothing had happened.