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Physical training might literally kill me.
Thatās the thing, though. I kinda do. But as it turns out, immortality doesnāt do shit to help you run laps.
"Shit, seriously? Thats pretty awesome....but yeah I can see how immortality wouldn't help. My mutation doesn't do shit in human training either."
Never thought...
"Huh, itās like a mutiny at every corner, and on each corner, there was also a group of humans wanting to extinguish said community. Isnāt the safest place, but it had itās moments. Youāre getting pretty bored here too?"
"Sounds...worse that camp D honesty, but where I was, wasn't so bad for humans hating mutants and what not...Its grey walls and nothing to really do! I'd rather be in a mutant hating camp than here, honestly."
God, when will it ever stop?
Ā "Hopefully soon, they've got to learn that humans and mutants will never be equal."
Nikolai didnāt expect to run into anyone when out of his room at ungodly hours. After all, curfew had been enacted hours ago, and guards were instructed to escort any and all rogue mutants back to their rooms. He didnāt anticipate this being a problem for him, given that he was wearing the guise of a guard.
He just also hadnāt thought heād see another mutant out of bed.
Quietly, Nikolai padded up behind her, keeping his weight forward and his footsteps light. Reaching out, he set his hand on her shoulder.
"Awfully late for you to be out of bed, isnāt it?"
It was still hard to allow yourself to relax enough to sleep in a place like this, and as a result she'd usually spend the nights awake in her room and the days being sleepy and sluggish enough to not do much. This whole project was giving her an unwelcome insomnia. Usually she managed to slip by the guards, through smart planning or full on running past. She just...needed to walk around and attempt to get some air in this concrete prison. The weight on her shoulder has Leda spinning around and sighing when she sees the guard.
"I...I couldn't sleep...I needed to walk around."
Nice.
Well, thatās not really a word. Now it is, I guess. Thereās those boots or slippers or whatever.
I feel puns may be one of my few strengths.
Ā It was a caveman word, so same thing as a word but different...You know, I've never actually seen a pair of those shoes.
She hasn't been able to sleep very well since she got here,. hence the midnight stroll as she snuck out of her room. Problem is...she's gotten rather lost.
"ā¦ and her soul is dark, I think, and she knows it."
Zulawski on Adjani (via psychic-apologies)
Thereās nothing worse than getting hit on by your trainer. Youāre human, Iām not. Therefore, youāre gross andĀ wayĀ out of my league.
"And humans thinking that they're on par with us strikes again."
Physical training might literally kill me.
And here I thought Iād live forever.Ā
"Unless you've got immortality wrapped up in your genes, you're pretty much Ā fucked."
Never thought...
Iād miss Camp B. This place is pretty damn dull.
"What was Camp B like? Anywhere's better than here.."
WellĀ that was a complete waste of time.
"What? You not a fan of slowly being moulded into a weapon by the trainers?"
Donāt You Worry Love Itās Just The End Of The World
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Pun intended?
That is an awful name. I wonder what was humanityās first word ever.
"Pun intended indeed!"
"Probably somewhere along the lines of 'Ugg' since the cavemen were a thing, right?"
For all her life, Clarisse had been in a laboratory. Experiments, science, discovery, that was what she loved best. She didnāt feel comfortable unless there was a test tube full of chemicals in front of her or she was in a garden. The fact that anyone would notice her was strange. But she didnāt mind. She probably was doing what fate had intended her to do. Although she already missed her mother, Masson, Ayme, and Jean, she still was sort of excited about being here. Clarisse smiled at Leda.Ā
"Sometimes, I just wonder what I stumbled into. Like what my purpose is. And I know Iāve got control over my power, but thereās just something about all of thisā¦ thatās just a little fishy." Clarisse didnāt even know how her name had gotten on the map. "I suppose thatās true. Iāmā¦ Iāve never been good away from home. So Iām just hoping I donāt have a panic attack in the next few days." She didnāt laugh or smile, knowing it was true and she probably would have a panic attack.Ā
There had to be a garden around here somewhere. When their plane landed, she hadnāt gotten to see much of the island due to it being so dark. But the compound was cold, meaning they were probably in a tropical isand. So at least there was the option that they were near a lot of plants. Clarisse could only hope. āYeah, but I get a feeling that weāre all not going to get along. I just donāt want to be involved in fights.āĀ
Leda wasn't like her, there was no safe place for her, no comfort in her own element. The last time she'd been surrounded in fire wasn't a situation she loved, it was something she wanted to forget. She'd been so out of control, so scared that it caused her to have a kill count under her belt. Which is why here was still somewhat good, well, kind of. Being locked up here was 90% bad and around 10% good solely for the fact that they were going to train them, teach them restraint.
"It seems pretty weird, they've told us what they're apparently using us for but everyone here's so varried...?" Some had control, some were struggling but their powers were all so varried that really it didn't make sense. And wouldn't you want people who wanted to be here? Who would actually try their best, because she knows for sure that out of everyone that they've got crammed in here at least half were very inclined to somehow go home. "A few weeks and you'll get used to being away...hopefully."
The only places she'd seen thus far had been her room, the cold corridors and the main room where they all had met earlier. The training rooms would probably be her next stop, they've probably been built to withstand their powers, but she was curious. "They'll be some dickheads, more than likely, but maybe there'll be one or two alright people? You seem cool, after all."
Didja need something, sugar, or are you just keen to stare?
"What? Oh...Sorry. I was in a world of my own there." Rare to let her guard down, these few moments of longing day dreams would be few and far between unless she felt safe. "We've not met yet, have we?"
sacrificial lamb [oliver + leda]
Oliver almost wished that heād never joined the Genesis Project. His body and mind ached in a throbbing, deep way. Heād never been in so much pain before. Maybe when heād been young ā thirteen or fourteen ā and his mutation had only just begun to manifest itself. Oliver had fully believed that he was going crazy the first time he started to hear the voices, the sound of footsteps, rustling and a television in the background. What else was he supposed to think? Although he knew that mutants were alive and thriving in society, heād never thought that heād be one to have the genetics for it. His parents had kept him blissfully ignorant of that prospect.
If Oliver had had his own way, he would never have gotten involved with the Genesis project in the first place. As much as he hated the government, not for being the government but for being the one thing that he had been raised to infiltrate, it was the only safe place for him. His mother and her ragtag ex-KGB buddies had been so close to catching him because he hadnāt been paying attention to what he was doing. If he turned on his mutation all the time, he ended up exhausted and stretched thin, ready to burst and oh-so very close to having a breakdown. So heād turned it off and ended up with a bullet in his leg and a mental picture to replace the last one he had of his mother.
The Genesis Project was the only safe place for Oliver. How would his mother find him if he was being protected by the people that she would least expect? She knew of his mutation, but she also knew that he wouldnāt have gone to the authorities for protection. Maybe when heād been a teenager he could have gotten away with it, but not now. Now he was a fully grown adult, twenty-five and fully capable of taking responsibility for trying to tear down the American government. Even if Oliver had gotten off easily and made a bargain, his father wouldnāt have and he had been unwilling to leave him behind. He held too much love for him.
Oliver glanced at the girl leaning against the wall, giving her a grim, tight-lipped smile. āI wouldnāt put it past them to poison it, so I didnāt eat any,ā he said. He had thought that when heād had a slice of cake handed to him. Heād ended up picking at it, pretending to eat it and pushing it around on his plate while heād made small talk.
āItās the scientists,ā he said gruffly, turning and pressing his back against the wall, letting his weight sag against it. It was a relief on his body not to be standing upright and supporting himself with his own spine. āThey like poking. With sharp needles. It isnāt particularly pleasant.ā
He gave her the same grim, tight-lipped smile as he had before, looking her over. Heād seen her in the dining hall before heād left. Scanning over everyoneās faces, making mental note of who looked like they could be useful and who looked like someone he should avoid all together. He hadnāt decided on her yet.
If this had been a choice, and the Government people who had come to the door of the home asking about her had actually given her the option to stay as she was, hell yes she would have taken it. She was content as she was, albeit she was just about to move out and find a place for herself and Finn to stay. If none of this would have happened she would be working, with a place that was hers to call home and living with the one person she truly cares about. She'd be decorating, or cleaning, or something to do with the place they would get because she's dreamed of it. Of owning somewhere and making it theirs, making it a home that they'll love to come back to, making it somewhere they didn't have to worry about anything..
But now Leda's here. Surrounded by walls and towers of pure dread and filled with a misery she's not felt in the longest of times. She got her own room, sure, but it wasn't exactly the apartment she's dreamed of owning since her and Finn were still little enough to be playing super spies in The Home's garden until they had to be taken in when it got too late at night. This place was a prison, and looking around her at the concrete and cold colours, she can tell they didn't even try to disguise it.
"I was clinging onto the hope that they needed their little weapons too much to poison them." The small smile he gets in return could be called tight lipped too. "You didn't miss much, but mind you, I was always more of a fan of carrot cake..." She'd ate the slice given to her, but more out of pure hunger rather than the need nor want to be polite. "Needles? Fuck, they better not come near me with those." She's a fire weilding mutant with a kill count of two under her belt, but she's deathly afraid of needles, go figure. "Maybe we should get you to a seat, yeah? You look like you're about to pass out." The Pyro pushes up off the wall, pulling the heat from her hands as she readies them to help in case he agrees with her.
She'd sussed, or attempted to, out everyone when they had first all met up. Everyone probably had, these other mutants were both your competition and your team, you had to at least have a feel of who they are. He looked like someone she should maybe be carefull around, although in this state he didn't seem like he could pose a threat to even a fly.
ā¦Theyāre both so plausible I donāt doubt one of them could actually be the truth.Ā
What about chairs? Who looked at them and said. āthat is a chairā?
"I'm leaning towards the coughing theory. Although if he was a thing then Jonathan Giraffe must have been one hell of a part animal."
"Now that one I have no idea about...unless it was someone like Stanley Chairston or something."
