Willow sat on her bed board as always. She stretched then hopelessly tried to reach out with her hidden power, like all days it did not work sometimes she wondered if her power was only her imagination and if she were even ment to be here at all. It's not li or she could tell anyways the only animals that came here were the accational birds and mice. Willow 's stomach growled she hoped her breakfast would come however had and unappetizing it was...

Then finally a gloved hand reached through the door with a small tray full of unidentifiable mush. Willow unhappily ate her food while wondering why had life brought her to this? She later selected a dark red shirt with leggings and a faux fur jacket for the day. She wondered when she would be released to go outside she really needed it.

(Sorry for the short post I'll make longer posts later)

Adallina Eris || 18 || Female || Darkness Manip./Power Suppressment || Mentions: N/A

It was nearly 7:15 when the young woman relinquished herself from the light weight, semi-scratchy fabric that made up the snow white blanket on her bed. Adallina briefly ran her hand over the bed, savoring the lingering peacefulness of sleep she had only moments before, until she rose to her feet. The floors were always cold, and Addie’s bare feet were welcoming of the icy sensation. Considering she’s an entity that revels in chilly atmospheres, she’s always naturally been drawn to colder things and climates. With a small yawn, and extending her arms into the air in the form of a much needed relieving stretch, Addie then set her sights for her bathroom. The young woman showered the night before, finding it far more relaxing than being hit with water after waking, so most mornings were spent simply making herself further presentable.

Silently, Addie watched her hands delicately weave her longer blonde hair into a fishtail braid that gracefully swept over her left shoulder. The girl giggled in thought to herself, being reminded of hers and Ambrose’s differences in dexterity; her left handed, him right handed. Ambrose loved to consider himself her “right hand man”, which Addie found endearing. Surprisingly, considering Ambrose’s qualities are mostly far from endearing as Addie knows so well. Placing a silver colored butterfly clip in the center of the braid after tying a band onto the bottom to hold it all in place, the female sent a mildly lazy look towards the disturbance at her door. Breakfast! Albeit the the food here isn’t very good, and Adallina hardly consumes much food in general, it was still something small to look forward to. Moving quietly, in longer strides to her tray, the female frowned at the food for the morning. Ever since she was 8, she’s desired the chocolate chip pancakes she once tasted then. Addie has never had them since, and ten years down the line now, she doubted she would ever taste such a fluffy, heavenly delight again. This will do, her thoughts solemnly uttered.

Eating a little over a third of what was provided food wise, the female raised her accompanying glass of water to her lips before taking a few sips. It helped wash down the less than desirable taste of the food, and when her thirst was quenched -and the lingering fouler taste was gone-, the young woman lowered the glass back down beside the tray. Removing herself from the current scene, Addie walked to the desk in her room, where she laid out her clothes for the day the night before. Clothing herself in a simple white blouse, Addie finished the look off with black leggings, and a steely gray and frilly skirt that fell to just above her knees, with added suspenders that crossed over her back. It was a simply fashionable ‘good girl’ look as Ambrose would call it, but Addie merely enjoyed the simple yet cute style. The girl has notebooks upon notebooks of various designs she has for clothes, and she’s dying to get the tools to be able to actually bring her sketches to life. Occasionally in the Freedom Zone, Addie will draw her design inspirations from watching other experiments, and their current clothing, and basing a new design off of what she thought would be fitting. The only person who has ever seen her creations is her brother, however, since Addie tends to be a little shy when it comes to sharing her designs.

Adallina placed black ankle socks over her feet before slipping them into her black dress shoes to be officially ready for the day. Pursing her lips in thought as she glanced at her twin, sea foam green silks, she decided against indulging in the activity of aerial silks for the morning. She wasn’t exactly in attire suitable for it anyway. Walking back to her desk, the girl pushed the tray out of her way before equipping herself with her sketching pen and her newest notebook. The girl was working on a royally Gothic theme of attire, more for a male, using the thought of her brother’s figure and style to incorporate into the design. It gave her something enjoyable to do until she was escorted to the Freedom Zone after all, so she hardly had to pace her room in agitated boredom. For now. Though if she wasn’t collected to be released soon, the female may turn a bit impatient.

Ambrose Eris || 18 || Male || Light Manip./Persuasion || Mentions: N/A

7:30

Beep! Beep! Beep!

A swift hand unsheathed itself from a hoard of blankets to grip the clock, and in a fit of rage, the clock was hurled at the door. Burrowed under the sanctuary of his pillow, Ambrose’s hand gripped the side of the bed angrily, making an animalistic growl to protest being awake. In a dramatic motion, the covers flung off of his body and landed with a quiet ‘thump’ on the floor, leaving Ambrose to thrash on the bed to further protest. The young male hardly needed an audience to be theatrical, that was just him. Hearing noise at his door, Ambrose peeked his head out from beneath the pillow just to glare at the food on the tray. “If you don’t have some damn hot sauce to go with that, we’re going to have some serious issues!” Ambrose shouted venomously. Pulling himself upright and landing his feet on the floor with an unnecessarily heavy thud, the male stormed over to the tray. No hot sauce, how else am I supposed to choke this shit down?! Swiping the tray to the floor -food, water, and all- it clanked to the ground in a mess he’d more than likely clean up soon.

Thundering steps took him to his bathroom, slamming an imaginary door behind him. A jaggedly cold glare met him in the mirror, and just as quickly as he met his reflection, the steaming rage he possessed bled out of him through a flash of a smile. “Hey there handsome.” Ambrose winked to himself in the mirror, pushing his blonde locks back as he chuckled. My brooding is totally hot. Ambrose decided, testing out a scowl in the mirror just to entertain himself. Laughing it off again, the male combed what he could of his hair before practically skipping to the selection of clothes he had organized by color by his bed. Tapping his chin in thought, ultimately Ambrose decided on a light blue, tighter fitting athletic T-shirt and matching basketball shorts. There should be a soccer ball he can kick around in the Freedom Zone, which is the only reason he was leaving his leather jacket behind. My sweet, sweet leather made baby.

Baby blue, knee high socks hardly matched his black and red tennis shoes, but Ambrose wasn’t quite going for a matchy-matchy style today. Just athletic wear for the day. Giving a slight snarl as his eyes landed back on his mess, well, it’s not like the mess is his fault. His fit could have been easily avoided if he had a simple, single packet of hot sauce. As always, the whackos in white are to blame. While the vast majority of Ambrose’s temper had simmered down for now, it was still very easy for him to switch between wrath to wistfulness in a matter of seconds. Clapping his hands together, he mentally encouraged himself to clean up his mess. Which wasn’t too hard, and half a roll of paper towels later, it was decent once more in the room he dwelled in. Internally cheering himself on for a job well done, he reveled in his small success. The blonde was greatly looking forward to having free time outside, mostly to stretch his legs to burn off some energy, but also to check in with his sister. There aren’t many individuals Ambrose is close with per say, and that’s mostly due to his lack of care for most of his fellow experiments. He’ll chat, joke, make fun of others, and even engage in play from time to time with the other experiments… but he hasn’t really vibed too much with anyone.

No one can handle all of this. Not even if I came with instructions.

To express his desire to be let out into the Freedom Zone, Ambrose turned to obnoxiously banging his tray on his desk to the beat of “We Will Rock You”. If he wasn’t let out soon, then he would resort to obnoxious, out of tune singing along to his beat. And nobody wants to hear the atrocious screeches he calls “singing”.

Alexandria Delroy | 8 | Female | Healing | Mentions: N/A

Alex lay curled in a ball wrapped in a soft white blanket. She was half awake already but didn't feel like getting out of bed just yet. The small black alarm clock on her dresser read 7:30am and Alex realized the scientists would soon come and wake her up.

As she climbed out of bed Alex smiled to herself as she thought of the day that would lie ahead. It would be a good day indeed, all days were good if you chose to make them good. After pulling up the blanket atop the pillow and placing a small stuffed rabbit on the newly made bed Alex made her way to her bathroom where she then brushed her teeth and looked at herself in the mirror.

Her dark brown hair was pulled back into two braids which had gotten frizzy overnight. Smiling, she started to hum “Here comes the sun” by the Beatles as she undid the two curly braids and tried redoing them herself. Braiding was hard but Alex enjoyed the learning experience she gained through it. One day she would be amazing at braiding but today was not that day. She rolled her eyes half amused as the braid came out once more, refusing to stay in place.

After another unsuccessful attempt Alex chose to put her hair in two ponytails for today, maybe she could have one of the scientists help her braid it later for one of her requests. It was, after all, a simple request. Walking back into her small room Alex changed into a Jean skirt with black leggings along with a plaid tank top.

The clock now read 7:45 and nobody had come. Alex didn't mind though, it gave her a chance to clean her room up a bit. Picking up some clothes off the floor she quickly folded them and placed them in their respective drawers. Atop her dresser was two of her favorite games, Monopoly, and Checkers. It was hard finding people to play games with her but maybe today someone would want to play checkers.

The ground felt cold beneath her bare feet and Alex put some fuzzy socks on to keep them warm. She disliked the cold of the concrete floors but it was an easy fix. Looking out the small window she started to hum “Here comes the sun” again and this time sing to it as it seemed appropriate for the moment since the sun was starting to rise. Along with the sun rising Alex noticed it was lightly raining too which was always a good sign. To Alex it meant that spring was just around the corner. That and the few flowers that bloomed outside in the distance.

Sitting cross legged on her bed Alex awaited breakfast and sang her favorite song quietly to herself.

“Here comes the sun doo doo doo it's alright Duh doo doo doo.”

A moment later the door opened and a woman in her mid 40’s entered bringing Alex her breakfast. The white lab coat gave away that she was a scientist and Alex smiled, her freshly brushed white teeth showing. “Goodmorning!” Alex chirped cheerfully as she took a bite of the eggs she was brought. Alex liked scrambled eggs and it was one of her favorite breakfasts. The toast beside it was semi stale but Alex didn't mind, she was lucky to have it. Along with her breakfast a small picture book lay on the tray as well. My request was fulfilled after all! A small smile crept onto her lips as she picked it up and placed on the bed behind her.

Once finished with her breakfast Alex handed the tray back to the women who had waited for her. “Thank you!” She looked up at the woman as she left. She seemed unhappy, I wonder why. Alex always wondered why the scientists that came in during the mornings seemed unhappy or just unfriendly. This woman hadn't even responded to her “Good Morning” but that wasn't a problem, maybe she was just tired.

Sitting cross legged on her bed Alex opened up the small picture book which was a story about a mother bunny chasing after her baby bunny. She started to read some of the book aloud while she waited for a scientist to come back and take her to testing.

"'If you run after me,' said the little bunny, 'I will become a fish in a trout stream and I will swim away from you.’ ‘If you become a fish in a trout stream,’ said his mother, ‘I will become a fisherman and I will fish for you.’"

Flipping through pages Alex soon realized all these scenes depicted the mother bunny rabbit showing her baby rabbit love and never giving up on them. “I like that.” She whispered, closing the book.

Kenzington Elrod | 25 | Female | Therianthropy/Stun | M: Ollie Eshel (ind.)

Around 20 minutes had passed before Kenzie heard the cell door slide open. Upon hearing it she shifted back into her human form and sat up looking at the man before her. She knew him by name, well first name anyway. Trent was what the scientists had called him. He looked to be in his late forties or maybe even early fifties. Trent had graying hair and was most definitely stronger than her, Kenzie had found that one out the hard way.

After her little episode last week he was the only one to take her to the freedom zone and testing since all the other caretakers/guards and scientists were too afraid. Literally all she had to do was touch one of them for less than five minutes and the scientist had passed out, making the others a little fearful, that is except Trent. Unfortunately since she had attempted something particularly stupid she was usually cuffed when being taken from place to place so she couldn't fidget with her hands or remove her gloves and hurt anyone.

Picking up her black leather gloves which lay beside her Kenzie placed them on her hands and walked over to Trent. For now she would try not to be difficult but if the opportunity presented itself there's no damn way Kenzie wouldn't take it. Placing her hands behind her back she let Trent cuff her and lead her out of the cell. He was always too rough in her opinion as he normally half dragged her out. “Not cool..” she muttered under her breath, feeling very annoyed.

As she was being led towards the freedom center she noticed a young man pressed into a corner by another caretaker. She could hear a few things the caretaker was saying and it sounded something like, “-You should've grown out of this stuff” and “why do make us treat you like a child.”

Kenzie opened her mouth to say something but was immediately stopped. “Kenzington don't you dare try anything.” Trent growled from behind her, shoving her forward nearly past the young man. “Gee Trent, all I'm hearing is Kenzington, try something.” She smirked and knew she probably made him upset.

Kenzie was tired of him shoving her around so she decided to try and shove him back, unfortunately all she accomplished was stepping on his foot but that was plenty to twist out of his grip and kick him in the shin. Getting one of her gloves off was harder than Kenzie had originally thought and was a bit of a struggle.

All the sudden she felt two hands grip her waist harshly and lift off the ground an inch. “Get off!” She yelled as Trent set her down, gripping elbow and shoving her towards the wall and out of the path of the other experiments. “I told you not to try anything!” He paused, “You never seem to learn anything do you?” Kenzie rolled her eyes, “This took you how long to figure out?” She heard him mutter something that sounded like, “Not funny.”

Around five minutes had passed and they were still standing there, fortunately she could actually see everyone passing by and the entrance to the freedom zone yet for some reason they hadn't entered the freedom zone yet. “Are we going in or..” she trailed off as he interrupted. “No Kenzington we are not.” Trent then went on to mutter how she was going to be the last to go in to give her less freedom or something dumb like that.

Kenzie didn't bother to listen, it wasn't like she wanted to go in there at all and she was well aware Trent had other duties to attend to and likely they would only stand here for a couple more minutes.

The minutes they stood there gave Kenzington time to think on what she had actually accomplished, well nothing, all except maybe riling Trent up a bit. Unfortunately the whole scene probably looked dramatic and was rather humiliating, she guessed that was likely why Trent had picked her up in the first place. It's fine- it's fine- not like I plan to talk to anyone anyways. In all reality it was fine, she didn't socialize much in the first place so it really shouldn't matter, but for some reason it did. God Trent made her pissed sometimes. Kenzie smiled once she realized they both probably pissed eachother off and she probably pissed him more than he did her.

Deacon Beckett || 20 || Male || Illusions/Lie Detection || Mentions: Ollie, Kenzington

For a brief period of time -20 minutes if his estimating skills are to be trusted- Deacon was able to pretend that he was standing peacefully on the shores of a beach. The gentle sea breeze wafting off of the waters, that gently lapped at the shores sands, blew through his hair. And those waters, a rich and enticing shade of cobalt blue. Taking a single step closer to the water, Deacon could feel the sands shifting beneath his feet. In moments like these, he was thankful for certain experiments in the testing room. The more he experienced, the more he could recreate with his illusions. And currently there's no cell here; just a man, shores that run from east to west for miles, and an ocean that stretches well beyond the fiery sunset colored horizon.

No, he's never physically been to any beach, but that's what simulations are for. Virtual reality some days, and exposure to certain things and elements other days. A combination of the two as well occasionally. Movies, a rare treat, worked to aid what he can do with his illusions as well. Experience is much appreciated, but at least when it comes to sight -and every now and then touch- his imagination is what leads his illusions.

The sound of the door opening broke his concentration, and in the blink of an eye, once more he was standing to the side of his bed in his cell. The steadily growing migraine that had accompanied his momentary paradise subsided into a duller but lighter headache, now only leaving Deacon to blink at the individual that entered. "Hey Terri." The young man greeted in polite formality to the older female that entered to collect him. "Deacon." She responded in simple acknowledgment, neither sounding cold or warm. Deacon himself was rather neutral as well, seems as how no experiment here was more or less important. Well, most of them were more or less important, with some standing out more due to a known rebellious stain on their personality. If one were to ask Deacon though, he'd say 'if you're on their radar, and you desire escape, pull the plug on your dreams'. It's not a cruel stance, it's merely simple logistics. Those that stand out are expected to be troublesome, and therefore watched, sometimes punished, more than the average individual.

People like Deacon? He's wallflower average. Easily blends into backgrounds, and is frankly the epitome of a fly on the wall. He's rather obedient, keeps to himself a bit more despite his frequent socializations, and heeds to most rules. Not because he's thrown in the towel or waved a white flag, but simply because he enjoys being an underestimated, unseen entity. Is this passive person he's become sincere then, or is this perhaps his best illusion yet? Time will certainly tell.

The much shorter brunette woman stepped aside to allow Deacon to pass through the cell doors threshold, to which blue eyes passed over the few sights in the hall. Other experiments were being led out as well, some less than cooperative from what he could see. Casting a glance over his shoulder to the woman behind him, Deacon quietly made a remark. "Compared to the others your peers are dealing with today, I'm quite the Godsend, yes?" A faint smile graced the woman's lips before she pressed it back into a strictly thin line, motioning with her head for him to proceed. Facing forward once more to carry on with his walk, it wasn't long before his steps slowed at seeing a familiar figure basically being given what looked like a lecture whilst standing in "time out". 'Ollie Ollie oxen free, being troublesome so early in the day? Haven't you heard, us adults need to grow up, and put an end to our childish antics. Tsk, tsk, for shame.' Deacon's thoughts mused in both evident mockery and amusement as he passed by the male and his handler on a tangent.

The man wasn't mocking Ollie's situation or him in particular, just simply poking a little fun at the scientist and his chosen way of reprimanding Ollie. Furthering his walk and allowing his hands to recede into his jean pockets -an action the woman behind him hummed sharply at- Deacon's gaze was met with yet another experiment seemingly in trouble. From what Deacon could tell she was older than him -23? 24?- hell, he didn't know. It wouldn't even surprise him if they had spoken in the past and she slipped his memory completely. Of all the things Deacon can do, he's always been a bit iffy about remembering names and faces after having seen and heard so many. "Morning," Deacon spoke as he passed the female and scientist; his gaze switching from her, to the scientist, and back to her. He would have greeted with the usual 'good morning' but he doubted she was having one of those.

Moving on, once he went through the entrance to the freedom zone, the scientist tailing him disbanded elsewhere. Deacon was far from the first to be in the freedom zone, but seemingly he was the only one grimacing at the light rain. Table day. Turning his blue hues in the direction of a group of tables, Deacon took on a fairly brisk walk to claim a seat. Usually he didn't mind taking up play with the younger kids, but they seemed to be just fine having fun in their own various ways at the moment without him. So, people watching it is. Deacon found it laughable that some of the kids faring in the ages between 12 to 16 form these little 'cliques' amongst themselves. Not quite segregated in terms of popular kids, jocks, and all of those stereotypical labels. More like 'the rebellious kids', 'the flexing with their powers' kids', and even 'the edgy kids'. Okay, maybe the edgy kids' were a little stereotypical, but it made it a fraction more humorous to the observant Deacon.

Willow waited quietly in her cell for some scientists to escort her outside did they forget me again? Willow wondered it's not like it was the first time... They seemed to remember the more powerful people more then powers like her 'week one' as the scientists called it.

Then finally some of them came it seemed like they had remembered her in the middle of their lunch break Willow realized pleasantly one still had half a sandwich in his hand. They escorted her into the Freedom zone, well it at least she would get to go outs side today.

Alexandria Delroy | 8 | Female | Healing | Mentions: N/A

It had been around a half an hour before Alex heard anyone come. During that time she mostly drew with the broken crayons she had left or read the small picture books provided to her.

Soon after hearing the footsteps outside her room the door clicked open revealing a tall woman in her mid thirties standing in the entryway. Alex looked up at her and smiled a small smile as she watched the women advance towards her. “Hey there Alexandria, I need you to come with me.” Alex didn't know this woman but something about her seemed friendly enough that she could trust her. Besides she already knew where they were going and it wasn't like any harm would come to her. “Alright.” She took the woman's hand and the two began to walk down the familiar hallway and towards the testing rooms.

As they reached one of the rooms Alex saw the woman pull out a keycard and open the door letting the two in. Inside the testing room was filled with a small group of scientists. As she looked around the familiar room Alex heard the door close behind her, leaving her alone with the scientists. None of them looked especially mean and in fact they looked pretty friendly and kind towards her.

“Good Morning Alexandria!” Alex turned her head to see one of the scientists walking towards her. “Good morning!” She replied, her attention on the man. He was dressed like almost every other scientist, white lab coat, black pants, white shirt, and little name tag on his coat pocket, the name tag read “Gregory Smith.” Alex decided the name was far too long and she would probably start calling him Greg if she ever needed to call him at all.

Another scientist came over but Alex was too distracted to look at her. Her eyes had drifted over to what looked like a metal table where a young man lay upon it. She squinted trying to see more but couldn't. A snap of someone's fingers made her pay attention again and she turned back to the scientists. “Alexandria, did you hear me?”

“What? I'm sorry I got distracted.” She apologized and asked the female scientist to repeat what she had said. “Alright, I need you to follow me over there,” she motioned to where the man lay on the table, “and then just listen for more instructions after that. Alex nodded even though it all sounded pretty odd to her.

Walking over to the young man on the table, scientist’s behind her, Alex soon realized the young man who was probably only in his mid twenties was unconscious. Her eyes traveled down to his stomach where she saw a huge gash of some sort still raw and bloody. The sight made her gag and turn away.

“Alexandria, listen to me!” The female scientist snapped as she lost focus. Alex did her best to listen as the woman droned on about how they were testing her on how large of wounds she could actually heal. “Do you understand?” The woman finished. “Yes I do.”

Trying not to gag, Alex concentrated on the man’s wound and placed her hand on it. The fresh blood felt hot and sticky making Alex want to turn away. She knew she couldn't, if she did the man could die, and it would probably anger the scientists. No, she had to concentrate and try her best. Closing her eyes she concentrated on the wound as best she could, imaging how it would be healed. A cold uncomfortable feeling traveled through her body as she did. I can't.. concentrate. Alex felt her mind slip away and the last thing she heard were murmurs from the scientists.

“I told you she wasn't strong enough..”

“She is too young to heal a wound of that size.. hmm perhaps the power grows with age.”

Waking up Alex found herself back in her cell. She blinked her eyes trying to adjust them to the bright light overhead. Next to her sat one of the many caretakers. “Here, drink this.” The caretaker handed Alex a glass of water and she gratefully took it thanking the woman. Almost instantly her mind felt foggy and she couldn't remember what had happened, all she knew was she passed out and ended up here.

“Are you ready to go to the freedom zone?” Asked the caretaker standing up. Alex nodded and climbed out of her bed. “Can I grab my crayons and some paper first?” Without waiting for a reply she grabbed the tiny box of broken crayons and a small sketch pad. Then she followed the woman out into the halls and into the freedom zone where she was left without anyone to go to.

Feeling groggy she made her way over to an empty table and sat down, pouring the crayons onto the table and she started to draw, trying to remember what had happened to make her pass out.