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 Posted: Fri Aug 02, 2013 10:49 am
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April 8, 3000
They told me I wouldn’t be here long….I believed them. This is all I have left, this is all I know. I can’t say what’s good and what’s bad, but I do know one thing…I’m not what they say. I’m different, but then again many of us are. Man, even as I write this I know I don’t have time. If we upset them, if we hurt them, if we disobey we die….Well, no that’s a lie, no one knows what happens. We don't know if they die or not. I'm running out of time, that's what my dreams keep telling me. See, I'm a fortune teller, I see the future. My life depends on my power and I know I'm dying. They will kill me in time. Please, please listen though! Those of you that care, those of you that exist like me, run! Don't let them catch you, don't let them use you.....
I am going to document everything in hopes we will learn to survive. And if I don't make it at least this way people will learn. I need people to learn, I need them to understand. We are not bad guys! We are not your enemy, the government it! They will do anything to keep their secrets, they made us this way. Please stop the violence, stop the wars. Let us help you.
April 10, 3000
There's no hope anymore. They've built this...this thing. I don't know what it's called but it's all white. They keep us here, in rooms. They told me I would be safe and I believed them....they lied. They lied to get me here. They lied to many and many have come. I don't know how to stop it....I can't. My power is growing weak, I think this place is cursed. Even now...even now the page is hard to read. Please, make it stop, make the voices stop!
I keep trying to tell you my story, I'm trying to make you believe me, but I can't. It's impossible even when the words are clear in front of you. No one wants to believe the people they trust are liars. I have to hide this journal, someone will find it. Someone has to find it. Please don't be our last hope, keep the legacy going.
April 15, 3000
They don't know I'm writing. They don't know I exist. My life is over. This is the end. We will all die.
Unknown Date
WE ARE ALL DEAD....................
~ Subject 66
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The war started on April 1. It went on until April tenth. It began with an experiment, with something called the Angelus Project. The people were volunteered, drafted if you'd say, to take a drug. This drug was supposed to make them super human, make them impossible to defeat. In a way, that's what it did. Now there are three groups of people. We have humans, the ones who fear us. We have the Angelus Kids the ones with magic, and we have the failed experiments. They are lifeless beings with abnormal powers, they kill anything with a heart beat. If you're caught you're dead.
The war ended when we were all locked up. People were terrified of what we were. They called us the Angelus Kids. Each one of us had a unique power and they feared us. No one is older then twenty one, we are all kids....the younger ones are killed, fed to the dogs that keep us in line. The youngest one here is fifteen. We hate each other, hate the world, and hate the people who run this place. What do they call it? It's called the Orphanage. There's no hope once you enter these walls.
The scientists are humans. They work on us, test on us. Some are cold and cruel, but others are kind. We hate these people, they scare us. Most of us have been here for years, but others have only been here for weeks. The failed experiments roam the world, there isn't much living out there. We're all that's left and we hate it. Nothing can help us.
There's me though. My name is....well I don't know. They call me Subject 85. I must be the eighty fifth to come through here. I found a diary, of someone who used to be here. I think I'm in his cell. Not only that but there's a map, there's a map and a place called Paradise. A place only the Angelus Kids can reach. I want to go there, I hope I can.
That's my goal, I have to gather and recruit the other Angelus' kids for an escape. I don't know if I can, I don't know if they'll believe me, but if I can find and make friends we will survive. I am Subject 85 and this is our story!
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Posted: Fri Aug 02, 2013 10:51 am
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Angelus
Jessica Dorien && 20 && Female Mood changing && Seeing the future && Paranoid schizo Apathetic & Stubborn & Uncaring & Paranoid "I was one of the first to come. I could see into the future I helped them win the war. After that...I lost it. My journals were left in my old rooms, maps and drawings spread throughout the building. I've been locked in solitary for years. They tell me I'm schizophrenic, tell me I'm delusional but I don't trust them anymore. There's no hope, we will die, there is no hope. I am subject 66 and I helped the scientists win." Kiraxbingbing-chan
 Ryan Edgewood && 19 && Male Fire && Seeing auras && Self abusive Cold & Distrusting & Bitter & Sarcastic "I am subject 85. I found a diary, found our way out. I hate people though, hate the guards. This life is a ******** hell. I try my hardest to keep up with others, I try to be nice but these voices, these never ending voices....I try to drown them out with any form of physical pain, but I just can't. They don't go away and even when they do it isn't for long. I don't remember much of my outside life, I don't know if I have a family. Now I belong here, to the state. That'll all change, I have plans, and they don't involve dying. Plus I have one other problem I need to deal with, my sister, she's somewhere in this damned place. I have to get her out of here." Kiraxbingbing-chan
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 Liam Locks && 20 && Male Kids && Daniel Argumentative & Cynical & Distant & Devils Advocate "Liam has never been exactly...right. He always goes against the crowd, always fights for his place. He doesn't like making things nice and easy. When push comes to shove he throws the first punch and ends up arrested. Even in the Orphanage he tends to fight with anyone. As long as he can gain an edge up he will gladly pursue a fight till the end. Now, he isn't a bad guy. He is just tired of being hurt. Getting close to people has back fired again and again, so now he works here and purposely ticks them off. Because anger is better then no emotion at all right?" kiraxbingbing-chan (borrowed character idea) |
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Posted: Fri Aug 02, 2013 10:52 am
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Angelus
 Alexis Edgewood && Age 16 && Female Telekinesis && Changing Moods && Insomnia Untrusting & Shy & Introverted & Caring They gave me a number, 84. They took me away from my big brother. I am all alone, and scared. I can't fall asleep at night which makes me exhausted. Not that I've looked at myself in awhile, but I know I must have dark rings under my eyes. I feel half dead. Sometimes I see things move on their own, I think that might be because of me, but in my half delirious state I can't tell reality from dreams anymore. Ryan said he would always be there for me, but I don't think so. I have no hope. He has forgotten me. RaInBoWdAsHiNg
Scientists
 Finn Ryker && Age 21 && Male Humans && Dante Cruel & Sadistic & Violent & Determined We've created a sort of hell here. Those poor, poor children exist only to be my experiments. I can do anything I want. That girl, 66, she was the most fun. I'm a bio-engineer, and I'm trying to see how certain diseases effect these mutants and if I can find a cure to benefit the human race. They should be happy that they get to serve humanity this way. Next, I'm thinking about gene splicing. Won't that be fun? RaInBoWdAsHiNg |
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Posted: Fri Aug 02, 2013 10:53 am
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Angelus
 Dante Sasuo && 19 && Male Summoning && Taking Away Pain && Dissociative Identity DisorderGreedy & Unreliable & Honest & Kind" I am subject 217, I have given up hope on escaping. What would be the point anyways? I can barely make out these ridiculous scribbling of the notes I have found of another patient, one that went by the name of "Subject 66". She no longer exists as far as I can tell, the damned ending makes no sense. All I can do is sit here, reading it over and over, letting my mind flow as to think of what type of person she was. What could she do other than read the future, how would she have been helpful in my plot to take over this place and run it for myself? I will never know... If I ever meet this girl named '66' then it will truly be an event worth taking note of.I am subject 217, I still hold out hope as to what I think is a smart plan on getting out of this strange place. Once I am free I will be able to live a life free of worry of death hanging over my shoulder. There are others here as well, and I have somehow stumbled upon the drawings of another subject. I do not remember how I received these items, but they will be useful no doubt. 'Subject 66', what type of person was she? What could she do other than reading the future? I am sure she was a kind soul, wanting to save others like us, I think I will continue her dream of this... I wonder if I could meet her one day, perhaps get to know her better? Subject 66... Wherever you are, I will not leave you alone, I will find you and we will escape with the rest, I promise you." KamigearX |
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Posted: Fri Aug 02, 2013 10:54 am
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Angelus
 Daniel "Danny" && 21 && Male Ligh && Healing && Pyromania Irritable & Volatile & Aloof & Resentful "In their records, I'm subject 101. When I wake up in the morning, I envy the people who get to see a sunrise, so instead, I make my own. A fictitious illusion I can create, but it always crumbles before my eyes without fail. I try to cling to the hope that maybe one day, I'll see the sun even though I know I won't. The other subjects here, they piss me off. I've heard that someone's found some diary of a 'subject 66'. I'm pretty sure she's dead, and if she's not, then maybe it'd be mercy to finish her off. No doubt some sick bastards would be experimenting with her. I won't sit idly by and die just like she did. One way or another, I'll make it out of here alive. Even if that means ending every single life I come by." Muerto_Ojo |
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Posted: Sat Aug 03, 2013 1:25 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 03, 2013 1:27 pm
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Angelus
 Aaron Beleren && Age 18 && Male
Telepathy (Illusions/Mindgames) && Light Manipulation (Barriers/Bolts) && Manic Depressive (Bi Polar)
Lonely & Smart & Pessimist & Hopelessly filled with hope, in his own words.
My number is 71, it's practically become my name. I've been here quite some time, since I was 15 at least, I survived. I was lucky really, how could anyone as worthless as I am get through this hell for as long as I have. I don't talk to many of the others, they either die or disappear. All of them. Just like that 66 girl, she was nice. She always smiled at me, it made me happy, but she went away too. But she did leave behind a journal or something. We're supposed to escape soon because of her, like I said before, she was really nice. I don't think its possible for us to escape alive, but even someone like me can help. I hope. Maybe...
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Posted: Sat Aug 03, 2013 4:04 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 03, 2013 9:03 pm
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Failed
Name: Charles, #507-FAge: 21.Gender: Male.Offensive Power: Telekinesis.Defensive Power: Ice.Disorder: Borderline-Personality-Disorder.Trait *4: Failed Experiment, intolerant, physically fit, obsessive.Synopsis (Blurb): Charles was one of those drafted at an early age for the Angelus Project, he was once a successful experiment, but four years ago, with 66's diary guidance, he not only escaped, but misused the experimental drug to mutate himself into a Failed state, the primary difference being that he retained his intelligence, and like other Failed experiments, he has both an inherent resistance to forms of overt control, including torture and the bracelets. But the anger streaks from his BPD have escalated significantly. Charles' control over the still mindless Failures is marginal at best, and fickle as he is, he still has an interest in the well-being of his human siblings, the subjects at the Orphanage. User: Coranho. |
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Posted: Sun Aug 04, 2013 9:42 am
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