"Great this place looks lively. NOT. Please get this smoke/fog/grey air stuff away from me!"
"Nope. Not until I find out what I should do with you. And it's mist,"
“Yeah, theyve got powers too. They might know where mine came from,” she said, poking around.
Jackson contemplated telling her about his own powers, but decided against it. He barely knew her, and it didn't seem like the right time. He looked around, and finally found an entrance. "I think the door's over here," He said, walking over. He held it open, and gestured for Ceri to enter.
She walked over and slipped in. “God, it’s dark down here. The other guy did some fancy thing, but I guess we have to take the long way.”
"Great this place looks lively. NOT. Please get this smoke/fog/grey air stuff away from me!"
"Nope. Not until I find out what I should do with you. And it's mist,"
Isaiah rolled his eyes, "yeah. Sure, whatever."
Sam paced the floor, thinking. "…We need a holding cell made of materials that you can't burn through… maybe fire-resistant glass for the windows, and steel for the walls? That way, if you try to burn yourself out, you'll suffocate!"
"Neato. Why am I being held captive? I still don't get this." Isaiah created a fireball in his hand and smiled when the fire alarms went off.
(GTG)
//bye
(bye) The smoke mask around Sam's face faded away under the downpour of water, and they swore. "Ah, fuck," They made the noose a bit tighter. "Well, since you found out my identity, now we have to keep you here forever. And right now, you can't use your power, so…"
(Can I jump in? If so, how?)
"You trying to kill me before I'm in captivity? That's smart," Isaiah shrugged and tried to remain calm even though it was getting slightly harder to breathe.
"I'm tempted…" Sam said, genuinely thinking about it, "but no. Dr. Monty's going to be upset-"
"About what?" A man dressed in a lab coat asked, lifting up his oversized goggles. "Pardon me, Sam, I was doing some research in the other room when the fire alarm was set off-"
Sam let out a groan of frustration. "Oh my God, it was bad enough that my identity was revealed, and you have to tell this dude my name, too?"
(Can I jump in? If so, how?)
"Sam! Like Sammy or Sampson or…" Isaiah tumbled forward laughing and forgetting to finish mocking Sam's name. "Smokescreen or Sammy? It's definitely Sammy!"
(maybe you could be like the caitlin snow and be dr. monty's assistant and my close friend?)
(Sure. Who's Caitlin Snow?)
Sam had an exasperated look on their face, making the smoke even tighter. "You're even worse than my… Never mind. Dr. Monty, do you have a fireproof holding cell in here somewhere?"
(caitlin snow from flash)
(Could you introduce my character or something?)
Isaiah officially couldn't breathe, "h-hey…. I'll…. I'll s-stop…." He got down on his knees and clasped his hands together. "P-please let me live."
Sam smirked, pleased. They loosened the noose. "Better. What's your real name? We need Mirage to enter you into the files, she's the only one who can find her way through that mess… hey, Mirage, c'mere for a sec!"
(Thx :)
Mirage entered the room. "Hey Sam, What's up?"
Isaiah grasped for air. "I never gave you a fake name anyways," he stuck his hand out, "name's Isaiah."
"Sam, aka Smokescreen, nice to meet you. Mirage, please enter him as Prisoner B-3087. Subject is… wait, are you Asian?" Sam asked. "How old are you, and what's your sexuality?"
Mirage started scribbling down the words. "Do I put his name in here too?"
(GTG)
"Sure, and can you see if you can dig up any previous records on him? Any prominent relations?"
"Sure. What's your last name Isaiah?"
"Yes I'm Asian… Age is eighteen and I'm bisex- Is that even relevant?! Last name's Smith my mom's new fiance's new name… Dad's side is Hyung."
(Now I gtg.. I might be able to read comments but not answer until around 30-60 mins.)
