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Posted by Amp/Vibe on Feb 26, 2008 0:12:15 GMT -6
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Nov 20, 2008 23:30:31 GMT -6
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There were very few times the mutants of the Camps were not watched, either via guard escorts or security cameras. While a steady flow of camp inventory still made its vanishing way from under those watchers' eyes, not all of the mutants concerned themselves with the relocation. Quite a few concerned themselves only with themselves, and their own woes.
Amp was one of those.
The petite redhead still kept to herself, as she had from Day One, though her continence had changed drastically in the last week or so. She'd gone from viscious and nearly animalistic, to withdrawn and reclusive, practically shrunken in on herself.
For nearly a week after being raped, she did her best to be unnoticeable. She'd spent several of those days in Isolation, once a torture, but now a relief. While there, she'd had time to discover something other than her vulnerability.
To be specific, her mimic ability.
It had taken an accident to make her realize exactly why her bracelet, which had been silent for two months, suddenly decided to shock her. One night, returning from cleaning duty in the Barracks, she'd spotted Grunt a distance off. For a moment she turned to ice, frozen in place. He must not have seen her, for he turned in a different direction. Unthawed in an instant, Amp took off in the opposite direction as fast as she could. She took a roundabout way to the Mutant Barracks. Rounding a corner at top speed, she bumped into Neena by accident. Something hit the ground and shattered. Amp lept backwards, but instead of yelping, the shattering crash seemed to echo. An electric shock ran up her arm, furthering her surprise as she stared up at the black woman.
Neena sighed deeply at the broken bottle of vanilla extract; it had been one of the random items gathered from the kitchen that day. The African woman was irritated, but also amused.
"Cute trick, Red," she remarked. The girl was obviously tense, so she didn't make a big deal of the loss. "Better than a tape recorder."
"Tape recorder?"
Neena nodded, scuffing the dirt to hide the broken bits. "Maybe we should call you FX instead of Red, eh?" She chuckled, and motioned Amp to precede her inside.
After that, Amp spent her few spare moments away from prying eyes experimenting. The first few tries activated her bracelet enough to alert the Stalkers, sending her to Isolation yet again. She welcomed the punishment, and used the time to find her boundaries. Though she couldn't hear herself, she began to recognize the similarities in vibrations. A full-fledged shock was a painful indicator when she got the mimic right.
The experiments were both a curse and a blessing. A curse in that, every time she reached out to embrace the vibrations, she had to practically relive the rape; because of her mutation, the feeling of Grunt's body inside of hers had, in a sense, been burned or branded into her. She couldn't feel any vibration without feeling him as well.
It was a blessing in a way, though, because it forced her to deal with it. The sonic echo disgusted and repulsed her, but she had to go through it if she wanted to feeling anything at all. The experience also fueled her hatred, and her desire for revenge, keeping her from letting herself succumb to despair.
So she continued to suffer and experiment, her drooped and broken appearance hiding a boiling volcano inside, hot enough to sear and melt any who were unfortunate enough to be around when it broke free and erupted.
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Feb 26, 2008 21:11:06 GMT -6
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>Vibe Thinks< ~ "Amp Speaks"
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5 ~Physical Strength~ 5
8 ~Agility~ 8
15 ~ Mental Strength ~ 9
11 ~ Stealth ~ 14
12 ~ Senses ~ 12
7/8 ~ Mutated Strength/Control ~ 9/8
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