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Post by Killer Ice Cream » Thu Apr 09, 2020 10:37 pm

When you live underground, you learn to appreciate wider spaces much more than a person normally would, even if you've never seen the outside world at all. As for Bie, it let her stay clear of the lines of people walking through the bunker's dim grey halls on her way to class. She didn't hate the other people, couldn't if she tried, but it was more comfortable for her to steer clear since crowds tended to notice her eyes more. It was very inconvenient to have to explain herself over and over, sometimes to the same people, that she was just born with these eyes.

The walk was short enough, as it always was and she entertained herself by studying her familiar surroundings once again. Whoever designed this particular level of the bunker was overly concerned with hiding the pipes and wires behind the walls, and completely disregarded the many vents peppering every wall as she walked along. Various pictures and pieces of art filled the very few blank spaces between the apartments to try and add some color to the otherwise dull grey hall. A small squeal from behind a door up ahead of her brought her attention sharply forward and pure glee filled the front of her mind, the sensation flowing from someone nearby.

A toddler. Bie thought idly, stopping several feet behind the suspected door seconds before it opened inwards and a small girl came flying out of it. "Let's go Mommy! We gotta hurry!" The little one giggled gleefully, racing blindly towards the end of the hall. Bie watched the child blankly as it went, and her mother came racing out a second later. The woman's anxiety crept up Bie's skull as she tried to follow her toddler, when a click from up ahead reverberated in Bie's mind. A door pulled open, and someone's suitcase was the first thing sticking out of the door way. They seemed totally preoccupied by something, probably their tablet, and didn't notice the little girl barreling towards them.

At first Bie wasn't going to do anything, children smack their faces all the time and they're usually none the worse for wear. But as Bie started walking again and the lady in front of her realised what was happening, her anxiety skyrocketed to full panic and instinctively Bie had to respond. As the child got inches away from the older male, the sixteen year old telepathically picked up the child just an inch off the ground and moved them to safety, startling everyone in the hall. "What the hell? Elisa, are you okay?" The mother exclaimed, finally reaching her and scooping her up. The girl began to cry, and Bie took this opportunity to slip past unnoticed into the lobby area on her floor.

Looking at the ground, the newly sixteen year old girl made her way into one of the large elevators in the center of the giant bunker she called home and swiped her glass tablet through the thin blue beam that checked her status as a resident and a soothing voice requested her destination. "Floor twenty-three." Bie responded in a quiet voice, before others piled in to repeat the same process.

Opening her tablet, she began drawing the incident in the hallway. Starting with a rough sketch with her thin electronic pen, she started to shape the scene. It was a bit difficult at times, with the occasional elbows that bumped her hand as the elevator filled up with people, but she managed. Soon she was so deep in thought she almost didn't notice how close she was to her floor until the elevator declared it had reached floor twenty-two. Several buff people entered, most still sweaty from their early morning workout undoubtedly since this was one of the Brigade's Living quarters floors. Each one had its own athletic area separate from the public ones, probably because the guards can get pretty intense when exercising. Maintenance had to repair the machines at least twice a week from what her neighbor was always talking to her fathers about.

Finally her floor came, and after she slipped her tablet into her slim white book bag Bie kept her head down and followed the crowd down into the level that most kids hated. Floor twenty-three, the education level.

This one was taller than most levels for some reason that Bie never understood, with a fake park complete with grass and greenery for the youth to enjoy. At the moment it was empty, since the teachers were ushering everyone inside to get ready for class. Bie's empty face passed by silently, ignoring the happy sounds around her as she mentally prepared for the wall of emotions she was getting ever closer to. If she had strong feelings for anything, it would have been for crowds. They sapped all of her energy if she wasn't careful.
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William wiped his forehead clean as he came near the end of the corridor. Whether it was intentional or not, he still mentally thanked his father for living near the end of the nearly 8 mile long corridor shaft. It was a great way to unwind after his stressful morning work out after all. "One, two, three, four" he repeated out loud, each number corresponding with his footfalls as he jogged along. He continued this chant for the last stretch, all the way until he turned a corner and spotted a growing crowd smack dab in his path. "What's this about?" he said to himself, caring less of what the crowd was doing. No, he was more concerned with the fact that they're interrupting what was once a pleasant jog. Making his way to the outskirts of the crowd, he saw that there was no way around. The only way to his class was to go directly through them. Briefly, a small part of his mind brought up the fact that hurting civilians for his convenience was bad. However, that part was too small and lost out to the brilliant deduction of; 'Well, if they didn't have the common sense to worry about how others would get across then he didn't need to worry about them.'

Whilst loudly cracking his knuckles, he practically growled out an intimidating "Out of my way.". Immediately, the civilians on the outer circle of the crowd peeled back so he could go pass them. That was to be expected, his father had taught him that those obviously weaker than others always took the obvious way out. Those deeper in the crowd, however, turned out to be more annoying. Some tried staring him down, William just stared back harder. Some wanted to fight, but a quick sneer on his face followed by cracking his neck put them in their place quick enough. Soon, he was in the epicenter of the horde of civilians. He was surprised to find a mother holding a small girl close to her, it appeared that they were afraid. More than likely they saw him, someone with a beaten face and a mean eye, Carving through the crowd and assumed the worst. In all honesty, he was expecting something a bit more to justify why all these people were around.

Whatever, it wasn't his job to investigate why these people were here, it was to make sure they were safe. Taking a look around, he threw the worse scenario from his mind. These civilians weren't crowding around this women and child to hurt them, they lacked the menacing energy that people usually radiated before a fight. He knelt near the women and her child and looked them over. They didn't look hurt and nothing appeared out of order. Quickly deciding this was a waste of time, he swiftly got up and resumed his walk through the last half of the crowd. Eventually, managing to reach the elevator at the end of the corridor.

Identification required The robotic female voice chirped once the motion sensors caught sight of him. "William Carver" He said in return. Please hold............Identification accepted The voice chirped again. He smiled as some in the crowd behind him gasped, why wouldn't they? After all, voice recognition for identity checkpoints were strictly reserved for brigade members and higher-ups in the government. Entering the elevator he said "floor 23" and braced himself for the boringly long ride up. His small satisfaction of the crowd recognizing him as someone important faded a bit at every minute wasted. He could swear that they added a new floor every morning.

Finally, the door slid back to reveal the same crappy park he saw every day. Yep, he must be on the right floor. Practically oozing annoyance from his pores, he walked past a girl that seemed to be waiting near one of the classroom doors, as if nervous to go in. Not giving it a passing thought, he walked into the classroom and sat in the back corner. This far away from the front row would draw less attention, he reasoned. beginning to pick his teeth he looked ahead at the chalkboard with a blank stare, getting ready to zone out whatever the fuck the teacher had to say.
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Post by Gecko » Sat Apr 11, 2020 4:11 am

Sebastian stood at the door to his house for a little while, watching people careening about and going on with their day. To be honest, it was almost as if he never existed. His job wasn't too essential, he had no family and few friends that really cared. Sebastian was a simple carpenter, someone whose livelihood was based on furniture commissions and the occasional request from the higher-ups to provide temporary solutions to construction issues on the outer walls on the surface. Its been that way for...what, twenty-some years now? Good God, how time passes by. It was a sluggish blur that he didn't care for. His kid would be a young woman by now. Today wasn't a good day for thinking about passing time.

The young Thompson girl left her house, signaling to Sebastian that he should probably get back to work. He turned back into the depths of his lonely home and closed the door behind him, darkness meeting him once again. "Gotta get more lights," the old man murmured to himself as he sauntered over to the workshop once again. The wood was still patiently lying on the floor, the saw sitting beside it with some of the outside light reflecting off of it. With a small grunt of age, Sebastian bent over and picked both up, placing them on the work table. The man that had asked about the commission was an annoying prude, but his urgency was somewhat admirable. A lot of customers didn't care enough about his work to keep up with it, surprisingly. People didn't respect the craftsmanship of woodworking and carpentry like they used to before the undead took over the earth. A blip! from his computer caught his attention as he set the objects on the table.

He pulled out thin wire frame glasses and placed them on the tip of his nose as he approached the device. It was one of those tablet-computer combinations that he figured would be useful a couple of years ago, but it only proved to be a hindrance. The home screen glowed blue in the reflection of his glasses as his thick fingertips attempted to type at the tiny black keys. "Oh...goddamn thing...." By some stroke of luck, he eventually got to the screen that pinged for his attention. It was a notification from one of the security officers on the upper floor asking yet again for him to bring his tools and fix something up. He softly cursed to himself but sent a reply back informing that he was on his way. He hoisted his suit up to his shoulders and zipped it up, the fabric tightening some over his chest. The carpenter walked towards the door and grabbed a black go-bag filled with the tools he'd need. The materials would already be up there; he'd left extra last time.

Sebastian gave a stretch that cracked a couple sections of his spine, then walked out of the door. It looked as though a large crowd was beginning to clear up, though he didn't particularly care to see what all of the fuss was about. Getting into drama that wasn't his own was something he detested quite a bit. He got to the elevator without a hitch, stepped inside, and pressed the button that led to the first floor.
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Post by Killer Ice Cream » Tue Apr 14, 2020 12:50 am

Bie's mind slowly became a wading pool of emotions, each one emanating from the people going past her as she braced herself by the door. After a moment, it was like she went numb to all of them and finally found the strength to go inside, and found the classroom to be more than half full. Gingerly she took a seat in the front corner, hoping that if she couldn't see the other students it might help her mind calm down. It worked a little, and she breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

A couple of girls started snickering as they came in and saw her, and Bie dutifully ignored their whispers of "what a loser" without even blinking. Instead, once again, she decided to study her surroundings to steady her thoughts. This was one of the only rooms that still had a chalkboard, most of them used whiteboards or electronic screens connected to a computer. But this room belonged to the indomitable Mrs. Waves, a nearly eighty-year-old woman with a bone to pick with technology and small letters. She taught Basic Algebra, and knew exactly how to bore every child she has ever taught and indeed, this class gave Bie the most mental rest because some kids fell fast asleep and she never noticed.

This, coupled with the pale green walls and faded brown and white linoleum, was probably the most hated room in the school to every student except Bie. It didn't even have a view of the fake park.
Class faded away quickly for her, as her eyes roamed the board idly noticing a mistake or two as Mrs. Waves droned on. The woman truly never paid attention to anything, because once again Bie could feel one or two students wrapped in peaceful slumber behind her. There was one filled with pure irritation, where everyone else was just bored, and this was curious. Bie didn't pay any mind though, surely one irritated teenager wouldn't do any harm.




Theodore did his best to look like a serious scientist, this was his idea after all. Still, Brigaders made him nervous. They were all meat heads in his eyes, but they were the best bet for helping to protect his daughter just in case. "So, Mr. Carver…" He started, waiting to be interrupted. After a moment, Theodore continued, "I understand the Brigade is very busy preparing for Remembrance Day, but I have a very important experiment coming up. We need some extra protection. You see, this experiment includes a very special subject this time. I'm sure you're aware of what my division has been doing the last eighteen years, and how successful it became sixteen years ago. We don't know how this… uh subject will react when we introduce her to a real zombie. Or how the zombie will react to her."




Alan scratched the back of his head, unsure how he got himself into this mess. He was just getting the machinery ready to harvest when a Class C special Zombie started climbing up the wall and snatched his combine harvester into the air. Luckily the Rangers came just in time, but Alan found himself stuck on top of the now slightly cracked wall near one of the Ranger's lookout towers. "Great, how are we going to fix any of this stuff?" He said sheepishly, disregarding the fact that he was, for the moment, stuck up there. The harvester began to tip over and Alan launched off of it, one hand on top of the wall with the other catching just inside the widened crack. He lifted himself up and sat down, careful not to let any part of himself dangle lest one of the zombies staring at him from the other side decided to jump.

He looked down the nearly fifteen foot drop on the safe side, and wished his knees would cooperate enough to let him jump down without them shattering to pieces, since he had surgery a few years ago neither of them had been the same. So as it stood, he'd be waiting for the carpenter to get there so he could access the lift to get him and fix the crack. This was not a good start to the day.
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Post by JoJoTheZombie » Thu Apr 16, 2020 8:08 am

The busy chatter of the science corridor was drowned out by the loud stream of thoughts that flowed through Paul's mind. Thoughts of a better life, one that didnt include being poked and prodded like some trapped lab rat. Thoughts of the outside world and what it could be like. Having never been outside himself, due to the scientist's fear of him contracting the sickness, he could only piece together what he's been told by others and through the books he'd read. Truth be told, the outside world sounded pretty horrible, but still better than being trapped underground. Besides, Paul held out hope that things could change on the surface, even if it was statistically unlikely. After seeing pictures of how it used to be, his mind could only yearn for it to be that way again. Of course the only way for that to happen, was a cure.

Having been exposed to the virus in the womb, the chances of contracting it were assumed to be much higher for Paul. Though he didnt catch it himself, it created quite a deficiency on his body. Those thoughts crossed his mind as the blue and pink vials were begin fidgeted with in his pocket, the very things that kept him functioning normally. A whole vial would be about a month's supply. So that would give him plenty time, once he escaped the bunker.

Paul turned the corner, walking down a less congested hallway. Once he got about halfway down, he pressed his hand against the wall creating a small light where his hand touched. There was a dmall 'click' before a part of the wall seperated slightly, allowing Paul to squeeze through before it closed behind him. Paul entered the small toom, which used to be a small subject lab, now virtually hidden by Paul's own doing. Woth a small sigh of relief Paul dtepped over to the nearby table, setting the vials and injector ontop. Next to them, was a Brigader's uniform suit. He'd stolen it a week or prior from another resident's living quarters. All part of the escape. Quickly he changed suits and retrieved the vials, taking one last look at his room before slipping out once again. This time he would head to the elevators, and wait for the exit to open again.

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Post by Cr25pltro6 » Sat Apr 18, 2020 6:38 am

Carver chalked up the fact that he hadn't yet decked the weak man to his herculean self-control. After all, this 'scientist' was the 3rd man today to come to his office and basically demand troops from him. Disregarding the massive gall they had to forgo the proper channels and come directly to his office, they all had to ask on the most goddamned dangerous day of the year for the bunker and it's citizens. Even with his high tolerance for bullshit, these paper pushers were beginning to cross a line. Carver fixed a malicious gaze on the puny man as he spoke "I think you have no clue as to how busy the brigade is at the current moment, Mr. Theodore." Carver opened a drawer and pulled out a map filled with various statistics and pictures and layed it on the large and ornate desk that separated the two men from each other. Pointing at one of the long list of numbers that ran down the side of the map, he said "What these numbers, so gracefully provided to us by the ranger division, indicate is that a big swarm of undead will be in close proximity to the bunker right on the day of Remembrance. Despite my advice, The president has refused to postpone the festivities and has ordered me to proceed as normal. "

Carver then stabbed his finger at Theodore's chest as he said with a snarl "Because of this, every single brigadier is needed for Remembrance day. Even the auxiliary crews, who we normally reserve for you last-minute beggars, are indispensable. So forgive me when i say that i have no troops to spare for your Frankenstein freak project. My advice would be t-" Carver cut himself off as an idea popped into his head. "You know what? That was out of line. I apologize for that outburst, Mr. Theodore. You must understand that i am under a lot of pressure with the current circumstances." Carver gave an outward smile honed by years of talking with worthless politicians and then spoke with a less abrasive tone "Upon further consideration, i may have something for you. A cadet in training that has broken all our previous physical records. Unorthodox to send a cadet on a full-fledged mission, i know, but it's your only real option i'm afraid. I believe you may have heard of him, a one William Carver?"

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William sneezed in his classroom as the teacher droned on about random shit that doesn't really matter. Someone must be talking bout him.
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The elevator gradually emptied as it traveled up towards the surface. Sebastian never usually went with other workers to the surface; they normally went through their shift change by the time he was called up there. The black bag hung loosely from his fingertips as he stared at the silver polished doors, waiting for them to open. Only the whirring sound of the elevator moving filled the now-empty box, save for the man's own thoughts to accompany him. Bright sunlight hit Sebastian's eyes as the elevator screeched to a stop and slid the doors open. He could never get used to the initial burst of natural sunlight after exiting the depths of a dark bunker.

Sebastian took a few steps forward out of the bunker. The soil and rocks crunched underneath his dirt-streaked boots, squelching some from some mud that hadn't quite dried yet. He raised his hand over his eyes to see better from the sunlight, which faded in and out from the clouds that lazily strolled in front of it. The wall he was told to go to was only straight ahead, looming tall above the crops and other things that lay out around him. Sebastian continued on his way after the momentary pause, muttering a hello every once in a while to someone that recognized him. There weren't many people he would call "friend", but it was certainly nice to have people to greet. Sebastian quite liked the laborers on the surface.

A rusted yellow lift jutted out of the grey walls, all of the carpenter's materials and miscellaneous tools sitting next to it in a hastily constructed shed. Sebastian stopped before it and pulled the strap of his bag over his head and onto his shoulder. With his arms free, Sebastian could now get some of the materials for the crack in the wall, which was somewhat visible from where he stood. Doesn't look too deep. Should be an easy job. He grabbed a couple of tools and materials and placed them down on the lift, then stepped on himself. A small red button with two parts was on the left side, and Sebastian didn't even need to look as he smacked the top one with his hand. The old machinery creaked as it started trekking upwards.

Upon reaching the top, Sebastian was surprised to find Alan Thompson sitting there, staring down at the ground below. With a bit of an amused (albeit perplexed) chuckle, he lifted the supplies onto the wall and carefully, in a crouched position, shifted his way towards the crack in the wall. It didn't look like too big of an issue, but one that would need to be patched nonetheless. It was a routine job, though having a partner up there with him wasn't in itself routine. "How on earth did you get up here, Alan?" Sebastian asked as he raised a bushy grey brow in question. "There isn't enough room for you to go to th' lift and get down, so it looks like your stuck with me for a couple of minutes. Shouldn't take long."

Sebastian carefully analyzed the crack. It was on the dangerous side of the wall, but it wasn't too far down. He could reach it by just lying on his belly, so that's just what he did. No need to get harnesses and call the Rangers to keep an eye out if it wasn't necessary. Sebastian gathered his materials, readied his tools, and began filling the crack. He kept his focus on his work, though his mind did wander a bit towards Alan. Woulda been mighty unfortunate if he'd fallen on his kid's birthday... Sebastian thought to himself. ...better be careful up here.
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To say that Theodore Thompson was afraid of this man was an understatement, and the fact that he knew he was breaking a few protocols by just being here didn't help any. Still, his resolve to keep his daughter safe kept him calm and he listened intently to the rough and abrasive speech about the public's safety. His eyes roamed the charts displayed in front of him, his scientific mind intrigued by the idea of a zombie swarm nearby. Indeed, it was looking like this trip down here was futile- until the man's tone changed.

In his head, Theodore raged. A cadet?! The most important experiment to date is going to be protected by a cadet? Truly, unorthodox wasn't the word. But his face turned quickly to complete surprise, once he heard the cadet's name. Of course. He was going to send his son on a mission, probably as a way to test him. Everyone in the science division knew about Carver's own experiment, indeed it had been a major source of gossip at the time. And while Theodore himself was never included in Carver's circle, it was clear. He was more than willing to send his son on what was probably the safest mission on The day of Remembrance in his eyes to see how his experiment was holding up so far.

It was almost touching, but Theodore knew better than to decline. He was lucky to get anything so close to the ceremony, and while it was less than ideal, it was a gun near a zombie. That's what mattered.

"Unorthodox, for sure Mr. Carver. But, if you think your son is prepared to face a class A zombie, weakened as it is, I accept your proposal. Thank you for seeing me here today. The experiment is set to take place after my, uh subject returns from school but there is still a few things to prepare. I know school isn't necessarily a high priority in the Brigade, would it be too bold to request him to leave early? I can send in a formal request to the principal herself, she has done this for me before with other young subjects. It could be a learning experience far surpassing what a classroom would give him." He failed to mention that he normally used this connection to help another division with their special cases, but it didn't matter that much. He also was aware he was trying to sweeten the deal, but indeed there was no other choice. He would do anything for Bie.

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Alan sat up on top of the slightly dusty metal wall, his fingers brushing some off onto the mangled harvester below. Some lowly zombies were sniffing around the wreck, unnoticed by the rangers because they didn't need to waste their ammo on such slow non-jumpers. It still made Alan very aware of his predicament, since falling down on the outside would still mean death. Some movement by the lift in the corner of his vision brought his attention to the fact that his neighbor had finally arrived, and slowly Alan shifted to get out of the way. He waved sheepishly as his neighbor arrived before going back to gripping the wall. "We had a grabber sneak by patrol, snatched up my harvester with me inside."

A Grabber is a Class C zombie, tall and thin with freakishly long arms. Their eyes usually turn yellow when they smell prey and can stretch to nearly twenty feet away when hungry. Luckily they can be quite slow despite being so thin, so it's not a death sentence entirely, but they are still extremely dangerous to fight without a long range weapon.

The body still laid down next to the machine, an arrow lodged in it's skull.

Alan shrugged as the Carpenter bent over to start fixing the crack. "Take your time. We're pretty safe up here now, with the Rangers watching us so closely." He pointed his thumb to the woodline, where shapes could be seen discreetly walking past a clump of large carnivorous plants with ease.

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Class ended soon enough, and Bie stood up ready to go to the next one. She felt a ripple of intense negative emotions and knew she had to walk the long way to class to avoid the fight brewing. They'd be fine.
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Carver gave a warm, yet entirely fake, chuckle "hahaha. You don't need to try and convince me, Mr. Thompson. In fact, i would have just ordered William to leave class regardless of whether or not he had permission. After all, he knows that any civilian matters pale in comparison to the brigade." Walking around his desk, carver went to the front door and held it open for Thomson, a clear signal to the weak man that he should leave now. "You should go and prepare whatever is needed Doctor. William will be by your office before the hour is up."

Once the man left, Carver uncliped a handheld radio from his uniform and began to tune it to his son's frequency.

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The class bell ringing out broke the daydream William was having. Shame, it was really good too, though maybe not too realistic. Unless single-handedly defeating a tank class zombie with nothing but a spork and determination was realistic?

Shaking the thought from his head, he collected his backpack headed to the next dumbass class on his schedule. He almost got there too, until a high-pitched static squawk sounded off from his backpack. Quickly opening the backpack, he grabbed the handheld radio that his father had gotten him. He gave a mean glare to any who stared at him because, despite the fact that he answered the radio in the middle of a crowded corridor where others could clearly overhear him, he expected complete privacy.

"Cadet William Carver, reporting in. Over." He answered with all the formality fitting a member of the brigade. Of course, some puny civilians might argue that, since his father (he was the only one who knew his radio frequency, so it had to be him) was the one calling, he could afford to be a bit more relaxed. He would laugh in their faces. That kind of thinking only lead to weakness and demanded discipline. He had made that mistake once, back when he was still unbearably naive and was thinking with a helpless civilian mindset. Good thing it only took two beatings before he grew out of that phase.

The radio's volume answered loudly with the same level of formality. "Understood, Cadet. Effective immediately, you have been granted temporary 03 clearance. Report ASAP to the fifth science division in sector 12, floor 32. A Mr.Thompson will be awaiting you in his office, further briefing will be given upon arrival. Over and out." William stood in awe as the radio cackled off. Who would't, 03 status was difficult to attain for higher ups in the government, typically for scientists or chief of staff, nevermind a Cadet who had yet to finish training. William was so pre-occupied with what he had just heard from the radio that he failed to recognize the hostile tension in the air.
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Theodore stood up, clearly reading the unwelcome signals Mr. Carver was giving. "Thank you sir, we will be ready." Was his reply, thinking that the gruff man would not appreciate pleasantries, and left quickly. As soon as the door was closed he breathed a sigh of relief before heading to the elevator as swiftly as possible. It was a shame that Mr. Carver's son wasn't going to need the excuse, because Theodore had already put it in to the email system.

Bie was so preoccupied with trying to avoid the fight she was sensing (which turned out to be a lover's quarrel), she ended up walking straight through a real one. A couple of meatheads that play some kind of sport (there will always be sports where people are, though Bie doesn't care to know much about it) were shoving each other violently and making aggressive grunting sounds which probably passed for words for them. The negative energy flowed swiftly into her head, filling her senses and it was so heavy she stumbled into one of them, a blonde hair and green eyed beast that towered over her. He grunted angrily, different sounds than before, and with one meaty hand shoved her out of the way. Bie was unprepared for anything like this, and flew into the lockers beside her, her head making a solid Thunk! against the metal.

The teenage girl could no longer control her voice, and her small screech rang up and down the white and grey corridor, like a breeze it even lightly rustled the clothes of the crowd. It was perhaps quiet for anyone else, as far as screeches go, but coming from her and with the strange breeze, it stopped everyone nearby in their tracks. The two guys stopped their fighting completely and turned to look at her with everyone else, though with her eyes closed Bie wasn't paying any attention. Finally a teacher showed up and began dispersing the crowd, asking the onlookers what happened. It was actually the principal, Mrs. Bail, and she immediately recognized Bie on the floor, who was completely still and unmoving as she tried to compose herself.

She never let herself use her powers, it drew unnecessary attention, especially if her fathers found out she still had them. Bie only had a mostly peaceful non-experimentation existence because she acted like she was as normal as possible. Sure, her father made her talk to him every week for assessment, as well as his colleagues, and underwent blood testing twice a month, but it wasn't nearly as bad as some of the other subjects had it. They were lenient on Bie because her father made sure it was that way.

Soundlessly, Bie found herself being pulled up and led down the hall by a familiar voice, Mrs. Bail. Bie fully expected to be taken to the nurse, but the older woman was taking her in the wrong direction. Before she could say anything, the tall principal turned away from Bie momentarily and began speaking to someone else. "Mr. Carver? I got an email you were to leave early for a science related emergency. I know it's inconvenient, but would you please escort Miss Thompson there as well? Her father will need to assess her after today's events and I know that's where you are headed as well." The woman said coolly, her face stern and authoritative as she spoke.

Bie finally had the strength to open her eyes, and looked blankly at the boy in front of her. He was her classmate, though Bie never spoke to any of her classmates so that didn't bring any sort of recognition or comfort. He had a stern, controlled air about him that Bie took the liberty of drawing from, using his mental strength to steady her own and her back straightened involuntarily as a result. That was all she needed, and Bie felt much more in control so she released his emotions, though Bie doubted he felt anything happen. Still, despite him not knowing why, Bie thought of her father Alan and whispered, "Thank you."
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