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| Keys | Oct 22 2010, 08:25 PM Post #1 |
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If a tree falls in a forest, and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound? No one cares - especially not the students at the Youth Institute for Kindling Educational Success (or YIKES, as they often called it amongst themselves). No, in the philosophy classes at the Institute, students would be far more likely to discuss topics like whether it was ethical to experiment on animals. The catch? Experimenting on animals for these students was not rubbing chemicals on dogs to make perfume. No, experimenting was more like, lighting the dog on fire with sheer mind power or having a tree eat it. You see, YIKES is an establishment for young adults that have expressed certain... exotic features. There are probably a hundred people at the school (if you really insist on calling it that). They almost always are brought in, or sent in by parents at their wits end, in the late teens or early twenties... and they never leave. You see, people brought here are trapped. In the space of five years, there is normally some secret and strange metamorphosis that takes place in the minds of the students. By the time they turn twenty-five, everyone becomes devoted to the place and the ideals of it, moving to teach and bend the newcomers to that way. Granted, there are a few exceptions, older people who walk in bound circles like students. Why don't the people just leave, run away and never come back? The Youth Institute for Kindling Education Success is fortified, impervious to escape - for the protection of the students, of course! Or at least that's what they say. In truth, they are trapped. Time is quickly winding down, the next graduation ceremony is coming up. Today is the day that four students meet, entirely by an unhappy accident. However, maybe it was fate working for the best because they all have one thing in common: they all want to break free. The sound was deafening, the explosion leveling the building. There were cries everywhere as the smoke and debris pressed over the senses. It would have been strange to the outside world to see what came next, the water being controlled to fly through the air from running faucets to extinguish the flames, for example. This wasn't strange, though, in a world where it wasn't uncommon to see someone walking around with a metal pole duct taped to their back so that they would not melt into a pool of liquid. The wall lifted up slightly, tilting on edge and quivering. This was done by a younger student, one that was only twenty-one. He was a telikeen - the noun crafted by the school to describe someone with the power of telekinesis - but since he was young, his powers were spotty at best, and the was not able to hold the wall. But before it could fall, it was grabbed by a man. At first it seemed like he might have been a teacher, for he was twenty-eight. After a moment's closer observation, though, it was obvious that he was one of the outcasts. Strapped across his body were clear, round discs with some sort of gas swirling in them. Why? Well, only he knew, really. The man was not about to tell, especially right now while he was struggling to hold up the piece of sheet rock - he didn't have extra strength; he just worked out. As this happened, another girl, she was twenty, give or take a year. Anyhow, this didn't really matter. What really mattered was that she was ducking between the two, reaching into the debris. The girl was an illusionist. She could paint alternate realities and see right through those offered by others, at least in theory. In practice, her images were sometimes shaky and, unless she was paying attention, she could be deceived. Hey, she was young. She had time to work on that. With this power, though, came ultimate sight. She never lost clarity to her vision, unless there was something obstructing her field of vision. For example, she could see in utter darkness... or in a cloud of smoke and plaster dust. That was how she was able to grab the hand clawing out through the mess, the hand none of the others could see. A hand reached through the dust, searching for help. Even though the coughing girl was freed, she was still far from satisfied, barely reigning in her agitation. She was twenty-five and slated for graduation. She was more that capable at what she did. So why did this firestarter let her temper get the best of her and accidentally blow up the chem lab? ((I call dibs on the oldest guy. You can pick two from the rest... or three if you're feeling really zealous.)) |
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| Keys | Oct 22 2010, 08:27 PM Post #2 |
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((I would like to take this moment to point out that I don't expect you to play any of these games. I just scribbled them down on notebook paper while I was at school today -Yes, I was that bored- and then I decided to post them. This is really just me showing you that I can cause mayhem even without my graphics editor.)) |
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