The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
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Posted by Twyla Ashby on Apr 19, 2010 15:05:37 GMT -6
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It didn't take much more maneuvering to get Gawain to the sink. The smirk on his face made her shiver, and she looked away with a light blush playing across her face. Do I wanna bet?... Yes. "No." Twyla couldn't keep her cool or find something witty to say when her back was pressed against the cool counter and there were warm arms brushing her hips as the boy washed his hands. There was only so much she could take before her brain stopped focusing and words and more on ideas.
Nervous giggling emitted from her lips and Twyla's blush intensified. Her own hands came up and rested on his forearms but she didn't smirk, hers was a shy smile. She waited until the water from the tap stopped and then she asked: "Clean now?" With her head cocked to the side.
In her peripheral vision Twyla could see the open door of the bathroom and through that she could see the dark of the hallway that was broken up a bit by the light spilling from her room onto the carpet. For some strange reason this caused more giggles and one of Twyla's hands came up to tilt Gawain's chin towards the open door. "My door is open." She stated with a bit of the laugh still in her voice, finally looking the boy in the face once more after she used the hand to tilt it back to her face. Thankfully it felt like her sudden blush had receded.
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Twyla almost retorted with something along the lines of 'I'll talk about that girl however I want.' but it died in her through at his smile wavered and died. She settled for a smile, to let him know that she understood the joke. It helped lift the mood a little bit and the girl felt a little less like arguing her merits and a little more like getting him to smile like that again.
He sighed like she had and his next words made a little bit of sense. (His hand on her cheek helped with the logic.) Her lip was bit again, considering his explanation. It made a bit of sense, right? Everyone had gone through some of their worst nightmares...it was cheating on the twins' part, they knew exactly what made each of them tick and what to do to make them break.
But still. The urge to argue surfaced again with a vengeance, but the girl managed to hold her tongue as Gawain finished his thought.
They were still alive and no one was epically hurt...She didn't do much to help but they had gotten out. That's what mattered, right? They survived. Survival was important. More important than being a coward, maybe. So long as you could survive you could do braver things in the future. Twyla wasn't totally convinced but she didn't want to argue anymore, it wasn't worth it--maybe neither of them knew what a coward was and in any case she wasn't going to be able to change his mind or he hers. They were both too stubborn for that.
A ghost of a grin twisted up her mouth. "You're going to ground me for life huh? I doubt it, buddy, I highly doubt you could." She twisted her hips in an attempt to wiggle free and then she pulled back, towards the counter and the sink. "Your hands are still a little...dirty." Her normal smile was back and she twisted some more, trying to pull the boy to the sink, giggling as she did so.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Apr 19, 2010 10:03:06 GMT -6
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A pillow? Not the most far reaching form of apparel but it would have to suffice--and it would, so long as Twyla could avoid awkward accidental glances. Her safety was also promised by Maya, which was much more comforting. Brown eyes tore themselves from the spackled heavens and refocused on the trio of teens, well two of the teens, the other one was ignored with all the gusto the blond could manage. Maya was threatening Other Angry Guy who did some threatening of his own.
"You ran her into a wall?" Twyla stared at Other Angry Guy with an eyebrow raised and a slightly concerned look on her face. More straightening was done to sit up higher on the pillows, the better to look regal with.
Regality was forgotten when a certain special lady knight was sitting next to Twyla, successfully blocking her view of Not-Slate-or-Toad-Calley(?) and the OAG. A laugh and a hand on her cheek. "Exactly, frogs. Not toads." Twyla chuckled quietly as well. "I'm good, no worries. It was just--everything--and--ah!-and--yeah..." The girl shook her head, sending blond and pink locks twirling in different directions.
But into a wall, seriously? "A wall? Are you okay?" Concern was back and a look was shot over Maya's shoulder at the OAG.
The OAG surprised her when he spoke as she looked at him. There's a good chance of that, actually... Twyla looked at the Other Angry Guy again and then at Maya, her lips were sealed--there was no way she was going to take on that particular issue but she'd roll with wherever that particular subject took them.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Apr 19, 2010 9:40:47 GMT -6
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The blond had no aversion to the blood she was cleaning, it was a methodical motion and it kept her thoughts occupied. "Sorry." Twyla murmured when Gawain winced. Most of the blood was from a cut on his cheek and she was pretty sure that was the source of the wince. She smiled when it seemed like his face was easily cleaned off. "There, at least now that cut makes you look dashing instead of gory." The smile brightened wider with the teasing.
The washcloth was dropped onto the other side of the tub when there was an arm around her waist. There was that heat again. Neither of them said anything for a moment and the girl wondered if she was supposed to be saying something--it didn't feel like it, it was a comfortable, quiet moment. Twyla tried to read the expression in Gawain's eyes as he opened his mouth to speak.
Did he have any idea how wrong he was? Of course she was a coward. Brave people made brave decisions and didn't reduce themselves to a sniveling puddle every time something scary happened. The events of the night proved to Twyla that she was a coward--she had freaked out over a situation that she herself had caused. When she went into that house she asked for trouble and when she got it she complained--that was cowardice.
Her hands came up to steady herself on his shoulders and Twyla bit her lip, trying to find the best way to tell him that she didn't agree. After a moment the girl sighed and her eyes were curious when she finally asked: "So what's your definition of a coward? I fit mine pretty perfectly."
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Apr 18, 2010 14:53:55 GMT -6
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When she turned he was sitting on the bathtub ledge, just watching her. Knowing his eyes were on her made Twyla feel even more shy. But it wasn't exactly shyness, it was a different feeling as well, sort of like the watered-down version of butterflies and a strange contentment. It was a new feeling to go along with new experiences and new dimensions between two people that had just had a terrifying evening. The issue of the washcloth was solved when Gawain pulled his chin up to hand level. His smile helped combat the shyness-that-wasn't-shyness...
and then there were hands on her hips and Twyla took a few steps closer as she was pulled (she actually didn't wait to be pulled).Washing the blood off his cheek was momentarily forgotten.
It was starting to remind her of dancing and just sitting next to Mirror when they were hanging out--she was hyper aware of his hands on her hips and the heat there. He told her he was fine and the spots of heat moved farther up, moving from her hips up her sides. Twyla looked down at one of them as it crept farther up her ribcage and she forgot to respond right away. She shivered again and the sudden jarring motion of her skin sent a dull ache through her. Do I have a bruise?
It took a lot of concentration but the girl pulled herself a few steps from the heat in order to examine the skin beneath her tank top in the mirror. The tell-tale dark swirls of forming bruises were laced across the plane of her stomach and her back. "A little bit, I guess." The girl finally replied after she remembered to and had pulled her shirt back down. "I'm fine though, really fine." The boy was given a less-than-shy smile and then the washcloth was brought back into the conversation.
"It's kinda creepy, actually. No offense." Twyla leaned forward and softly dabbed at the dark spots on his cheek, one hand cupping under his chin to hold it still. Thankfully it didn't take much hesitant scrubbing to remove the dried and crusted blood from his skin.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Apr 18, 2010 12:27:17 GMT -6
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"Done." That was it. Nothing hard about that word. For all the random hours she'd spent wondering about how to breach the subject of 'going out' all it had taken was two sentences on her part and a one word response from him. Well, his response hadn't exactly been all in words...
Twyla didn't get the chance to respond to his word, her mind stopped making coherent words as soon as her mouth became preoccupied. It was desperate, and intense, and Twyla had never been kissed like that before nor had she ever kissed someone back the way she was in that very long moment. He was grasping and pulling her closer and her hands found themselves sliding up his chest to tangle themselves in the hair at the base of his neck.
She shivered when they pulled apart and he kissed her neck. Things slowed down from there. Well, her breathing did. Twyla's heart was still going a million times too fast as she rested her head on the boy's shoulder. The beating felt loud in her ears and she wondered if he could hear the sound. It was nice and warm and safe standing in her doorway and not moving except to breath. Much, much better than the rest of their evening had been. Anyone walking by wouldn't have seen much though, the sudden burst in hormones had made her powers kick in and they had climbed across her trunk and half of her torso.
Everything that had happened in the house suddenly seemed so far away, as if it really was a nightmare and not something that had actually happened. Well, most of it seemed far away. When Twyla looked down at Gawain's hands she could still see the dull stains there. With a only slightly shuddering sigh she slowly pulled away from the boy and grabbed his hand again. Her still open door was forgotten and the girl walked towards her bathroom door, opened it, flicked the light switch, and pulled Gawain inside the small room with her.
Twyla felt suddenly shy as she dropped his hand and rummaged around for a wash cloth. Her bathroom was not nearly as messy as her bedroom, there was only a bit of makeup, face wash, and hair brush clutter on the counter. Dunking the washcloth in some warm water from the tap, the blond finally turned around to face the boy. "Um, you still have blood on your cheek." Her smile was shy and the cloth was held in the space between them like she wasn't sure if she should help him or give him the washcloth.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Apr 18, 2010 10:52:33 GMT -6
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It was late. Twyla was tired but she was not going to sleep. Not for a long time. Maybe never again. It was over in that creeper house but the girl knew that in her nightmares things were seldom over. Nightmares (almost) always came when you were asleep--it made sense never to sleep again. Twyla knew she was thinking ridiculous thoughts but they were a tiny bit of comfort to her.
Emerald was safe and sound in the Infirmary, due mostly to Gawain's negotiating skills. At that point in time Twyla had been so spent that her contributions to convincing the wolf girl had been limited to a few "Please, Emmy. You need to."s and several "Emerald Lupin, so help me..."s. There had been nothing after the 'so help me', the blonde's creativity had always failed her after those words. Raina and Susan had been left to their own devices and their own ways of coping. This had left a boy and a girl.
The boy and the girl in question had wordlessly climbed the stairs to the girls hall and stopped at door number two. Had he headed off in another direction she would have followed, Twyla had things she needed to tell him before she lost the courage to say them or forgot them due to the sleep that would come despite any of her best attempts at staying awake.
"You have blood on your face." Twyla murmured before twisting the handle and opening her door. Reaching behind her, she found Gawain's hand. "It's messy." She pulled him into the doorway with her and shouldered the light switch till it turned on. Her bed wasn't made, the chair in the corner was covered in clothes, and her floor was littered in the usual assortment of books, lists, and all the clothes that didn't fit in the chair. The only part of her room that was organized was the desk against one wall. Brown eyes scanned the floor for any embarrassing articles of clothing and then Twyla turned back to Gawain.
Her backpack fell to the floor as she wiggled out of it and bridged the space between them. There was no hesitation. Her lips pressed themselves against his fiercely, trying to convey a million things at once. Then Twyla pulled away, looked him straight in the face, and stated: "I want to be your girlfriend. I need to be your girlfriend." There, she'd said it, and she wasn't the least bit apologetic or embarrassed about it.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Apr 18, 2010 10:30:49 GMT -6
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It took a while for Twyla's head to truly clear up but everything outside of her little bubble of vision was happening a lot faster. There some swishing noises a few thuds and some words that in her foggy state the girl couldn't make sense of and as Twyla focused on her breathing and stared at the floor it changed. Looking up and blinking at the sudden light of the kitchen the girl realized that they were in fact in a kitchen. Silently she hoped it was a real one.
Standing up, she tried to make sense of the scene before her. Emerald and Susan were standing by a table and there was a beast-looking man talking like the male twin (Twyla didn't even flinch at this, she was simply observing) and there was Gawain holding a knife to the female twin's throat.
A flinch.
Wait, Gawain was holding a knife to the female twin's throat and he was saying something. "...If you have been in my head, you know I would." There was some more blinking at this and Twyla took a step back towards the wall before taking another look at Emerald.What's going on? Worry momentarily took the place of surprise and without thinking about it she was across the room to where Susan and Emerald were.
Susan's eyes were black as she said something. They were leaving it seemed. Or at least they were attempting to force the hand of the male twin. Or something. "Em, are you okay?" The girl whispered through all the cotton of sleep still in her mouth.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Apr 18, 2010 10:15:17 GMT -6
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Locke told her that his siblings were both five and then he started messing with his computer. A moment later a picture popped up on the screen and Twyla hopped off of her precarious perch to go and procure herself a better peek. The first picture was blurry but the girl could make out the outlines of two children. She smiled without even thinking about it. Kids had that kind of effect on the blond girl, she loved babysitting and one of her main goals in life was to have a family of her own. The next picture gave a better idea to Twyla of what they looked like. They were cute. Brown eyes flitted from the screen to compare the twins to their brother. There was a decided family resemblance.
"They're really cute. I bet having two younger siblings is a handful." Twyla remembered when her younger brother, Johnathan had been that small and how angry her older sisters always got at them when they had to babysit. Johnny was almost thirteen now but last she'd heard he was still getting babied. At least Johnathan never acted like a brat, or the babying would have stopped a long time ago.
Another glance up from the screen was given and the girl noted that he had blushed when she did. Maybe the pair had more in common than they knew? The color on her cheeks faded after it seemed she hadn't rambled about something un-conversation worthy. And then she laughed, just a little bit. "It wasn't too bad. My oldest sister is almost ten years older than me, so we weren't all in the same house for very long. We lived in a farm house with an attic, my sisters got the attic--we were never sardined." Twyla shrugged. "It's only really crowded over the holidays, because everyone's bringing their husband or boyfriend or girlfriend or roommate home with them." Not that she'd been home for the holidays in a while, but still.
And then, becuase it suddenly occurred to her and she was curious. "So what's it really like, living in California, I mean. I know what it looks like in the movies...but...yeah." Another shrug.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Apr 18, 2010 9:47:12 GMT -6
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Twyla Ashby liked Italian food, it wasn't her favorite, but she liked it. When Henri had suggested they check out an Italian restaurant that she'd heard about the blond had decided it sounded like a decent plan for a Saturday afternoon. The restaurant wasn't outrageous in its prices (something Twyla had asked about) and so the pair had taken the bus across town to the place and had gotten a table by the window after a short wait.
Mildly-Attractive-Waiter did his thing and Twyla ordered a Dr.Pepper to offset Henri's Pepsi. Who names their kid Weston? That seems like such a presumptuous name... Apparently names were not on Henri's mind as she giggled about Weston's hotness. Her friend shrugged. "He's alright I suppose..." She mused as she twirled her fork free from the napkin. "Not too old for me." Twyla stuck her tongue out just in time for their waiter to return with their drinks and see it. Thankfully, he said nothing, just asked them if they were ready to order.
Twyla was blushing slightly when she responded with her own order. "Uh, I'll have the fettuccine alfredo, please." Twyla did so love anything covered in cheese. She smiled at him as he took their menus and walked back to the kitchen. When his back was safely turned Twyla rolled her eyes. "Had he been truly hot my powers would have kicked in after being caught like that. Note that the blush is fading fast, he's just older-cute." The girl reached forward and pulled her drink closer and then she took a sip. It was cold an it made her shiver through her cardigan. That sip also reminded her of something she'd realized on one of their buses.
"And on that note, I have to use the rest room." She pushed her chair back and grabbed her purse before heading purposefully off in search of a ladies bathroom.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Apr 17, 2010 19:28:34 GMT -6
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Of course! It made perfect sense to keep moving and get as far away from a bad situation as possible. That's not what Twyla did, but she totally understood the logic of running away from problems. In fact, it was her preferred method of dealing with things--thus far it had served her well enough and it seemed like every time she tried to take a different path she took someone down with her and her stupid decisions. The blond did not keep moving and neither did the man.
Did he flinch? It looked like a flinch and a bit of a backpedal was the response to Twyla's pausing to tell him a secret of her own. The flinch didn't register until after she'd spoken. What the heck? For a moment it had seemed like he looked afraid of her, like she was going to do something to him.
When she told him, Ilari looked at Twyla as if he was shocked. A moment later he looked a little sad and he touched her hand hesitantly. Another deep breath and soon her power was reaching out to his fingers, reacting to the weak bond as if with the urge to protect and hide the man's hand as well. A small smile played out across her face when she noted that his fingers were disappearing as well. It was always strange to watch her own mutation in action but it was also a little gratifying.
The smile turned from mildly pleased to confused. Why was he apologizing? He held her hand inside of his in a comforting gesture that reminded the blond of the local pastor at her church and the way he held people's hands when they were grieving as if to say without words' I'm so sorry for your loss.' Ilari's words felt the same way in Twyla's ears and part of her wanted to pull her hands away and yell at him for treating her mutation like some kind of disease. The rest of her quieted this urge. She did pull her hands away (severing their physical connection and removing the camouflage from his hands), but only to use one to point. "There's a bus at the stop, if were hurry we can catch it."
Her brown eyes had seen the movement from their corners and were now focusing totally on the city bus to distract their owner until she could find something clam and collected to respond to the apology with.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Apr 17, 2010 19:08:45 GMT -6
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Twyla didn't respond to any of the yelling. When a pillow was removed from the back of her royal cranium she made not a twitch. Nor did she so much as flutter an eyelash when she was described as not being too well. Such worldly things were beyond a mind that was trying to process too much unplanned naked-ness. Generally the blond had no problem with naked--it had its time and place, like in the shower or on a nude beach (or sometimes a regular beach after midnight...but that's something you'd have to ask her sisters about). Sometimes naked was adorable, like how some hairless cats were cute and babies lying on rugs or in the bathtub just made you want to say 'awwww'.
Random toad-turning-into-not-Slate-man-naked was not a form of naked that Twyla Ashby could deal with, hence the fainting.
The faint in and of itself didn't last very long, just enough time for her breathing to slow back to a normal and sustainable pace and the embarrassment to fade just enough to make opening her eyes seem safe. The princess finally did stir from her slumbers when the weight on the couch shifted and her leg was disturbed. Long eyelashes fluttered as eyelids slowly returned to an open position to blearily watch Susan tear out of the living room. Where is she going? Twyla wondered and then she heard the door slam. That's probably a good plan...
The girl carefully propped herself up into a sitting position while keeping her eyes clearly fixed on a bit of ceiling to protect her pupils from another unexpected fleshy surprise. Now that she was propped up and awake things came flooding back to the girl and Twyla blinked a few times, although her hope was dying that the scene would change with any rapid eye movement. My old school had water in the ceiling, the Mansion has a better ceiling...The Mansion isn't a crappy public school either.
Twyla could still here people noises in the rest of the living room so she cleared her throat and then spoke. "Is it safe?" A nice, wonderful, vague, large question.
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Twyla was confused at first, as to what song he was talking about--and then she stopped to listen the noise coming from the speakers. She'd never heard the song before, but that was no shock. The girl's musical tastes were varied and random but she didn't stray too much or too often out of her realm of Pat Benatar, random country, 90s jams, and Top 40. She did have an affinity for singer/song writers, but most of those albums featured female voices. Oh, that and she'd never watched 'Scrubs' before, just heard of it--she never watched much TV. Twyla attempted a knowing nod and a blase "Cool." to hide her ignorance.
The girl smiled normally again when the boy blushed--it was a familiar reaction to things and one thing the blond on the dryer did a lot. 'The Wiggles' she'd heard of that show too, but she could barely picture the characters. Siblings, on the other hand, she could talk about, siblings she had a lot of. "Oh, how old are they?" Another hair flip to get the stupid bangs out from her line of vision.
"I have a younger brother too..." A pause. "And an older one and three older sisters." Another pause and after it her voice was a bit quieter and her own cheeks were a bit pink. "Not that I suppose that's important in this conversation...Sorry." A shrug carefully placed in the attempt to lift an awkwardness off of her shoulders.
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Twyla's head popped up when she heard her name. It had been resting on her shaking knees and crossed arms in an attempt to make herself smaller. At first the source of the voice wasn't clear and then it spoke again. "Gawain?" She turned and saw the boy kneeling in the mirror near her side. In a flurry of movement the girl twisted herself and pressed her own palms against the cool glass so that she was in a similar kneeling position. The sound was getting closer, but that wasn't important at the moment.
She spoke quickly and her tone was less panicked and more concerned and confused. "I'm fine. Are you okay? Why are you--" It was quiet for a moment and then crack, crinkle, smash. The sound of glass breaking. Gawain's eyes widened at this noise and the girl realized that he must be stuck in the mirrors, that's why he hadn't come out as soon as he saw her. "What happens if you're in a mirror and it breaks?" He was telling her to leave and in the back of her mind a strong urge to flee the creature was arising but she had to know. There was no way she was leaving without him, no freaking--
It sounded like a door was opening and Twyla could see a faint amount of light fill into the hall. And then an all too familiar voice was speaking again. The female twin see meed to be talking to the pair in the hall and against her will the blond shuddered at the thought of cold clay and slimy tentacles...
The twins kept talking and their words replaced the panicked bird feeling in her chest to a dull numb, hazed over a bit with an ache of anger. The girl made no move, just tensed up at the words echoing in the house. Her fingers half scratched at the glass of the mirror as she tried to comprehend being watched for months by a pair of creeps. Twyla stared at her worn sneakers as if the answers to the sudden questions flapping around in her mind could be found in the green and brown pattern. After a moment she turned to the boy behind the glass. "Gawain, I am so sorry that I--"
Sleep.And so the girl did.
Twyla awoke to the sounds of whimpering with a start. She was sitting on the floor of a room of some kind. The tile floors reminded her of somewhere...a dentist office maybe? But when she looked up the rest of the view was pure hospital...or something. 'Hospital' wasn't quite the right word for it, the room looked more like a torture chamber glammed up with some shinier surfaces and a lab coat. And then she saw the table, and the girl strapped to it.
The blond tried to shoot up from her spot on the floor but she only managed to tumble back down on wobbly legs. "Emmy!" She called before her knees hit the floor hard. Twyla was dizzy and decided to wait for her head to clear to stand up.
