NationStates Jolt Archive

((OOC: Bloody, Gorey, violent, and language content warning here. OOC thread Here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=458407). If you decide you take interest and missed the original batch of those signed up, no worries, I will more than likely be able to fit you with little or no problem at all.

Without further ado........))

Cain came to without much warning, much to the dismay of those around him. A knife stuck in the wall told him it was time for new students. He looked at his clock, 2:45.

'Looks like I overslept,' were the sole thoughts running thorugh his mind as he grabbed a trash can, and his maglight flashlight.

With the aforementioned items he hightailed it to the staff quarters. Once inside he burst open the door and started screaming, while running the flashlight around the inside of the trashcan.

"WAKE UP YOU SLIMEY SHITS! TIME TO EARN YOUR KEEP IN THIS LOVELY LITTLE PLACE WE CALL HOME!"

The entire bay had already jumped out of their racks and were lined up in a straight line.

"Now that I have your attention, I'm sure you can all guess what time it is. Thats right, it's time to fill this fine institution once again. Now get your asses in gear, and ready to do your thing while I hit up the next bay."

This fine institution he spoke of had grown alot. Instead of housing one class, it had been enlarged, it could now hold at least thirty classes. Many of the facilities were new, but with these newcoming classes that was sure to change.

Fifteen minutes later Cain made his way back to the first squad bay.

"I have here a list of students, and addresses. You being the most senior squad already know the drill, so I don't have to teach it to you. I'll give the list to your squad leader, Tynan."

With that said, he left the bay, and went off to the next. Tynan stood at the head of the bay with the paper in his hands.

"You all know the drill, get to it men."

He started out the door, the other thirty-six soldiers behind him. They hit the vehicles and loaded in them. The convoy of Humvees and two and a half ton transport trucks made it's way to the first address on the list. The name read Marcus Lee

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Cain made his way back to his office, where upon he noticed that he had a message waiting for him. He opened it up and started reading. Upon finishing the letter he laughed a little, someone from a different nation wanted a soldier made out of their kid. This would work very nicely.

Marcus rubbed his eyes and sat at in the Humvee, anxiously. Marcus was alienated and confused by this place. No chess, no books, and no parents. Marcus wanted to leave, but he couldn't.

Did I do something wrong? And yes, we use bold for OOC actions back where I come from.

Marcus rubbed his eyes and sat at in the Humvee, anxiously. Marcus was alienated and confused by this place. No chess, no books, and no parents. Marcus wanted to leave, but he couldn't.

Did I do something wrong? And yes, we use bold for OOC actions back where I come from.
((OOC: Not quite, here we mark our OOC comments with just the tag OOC cause sometimes we use bold fonts to emphasise something. I'm going to have several soldiers storm the house, chloroform the kid, and toss him in the truck. So lets try that again, I'll send some soldiers in shortly))

The brakes on the truck squealed gently before they came to a complete halt. before the truck became motionless, eight soldiers hoped out of the truck witout as much as a sound. Half of them ran to the backside of the house, the other half gathered around the front door. The door went crashing down, as two of the soldiers went in, M-16's at the ready. The one in the lead called out into the house

"Mr. and Mrs. Lee, you know the drill, time to give your child up. We can all walk out of here alive if you cooperate, or you can resist and we splatter your brains all over the house, your choice."

The duo started clearing the rooms, searching for the child and parents, while outside had become a very deadly place for anything to move.

Darius Williams-Bray lay sound asleep in his bed, his mother, Tequila Williams, was still at work in the strip club. It would be some time before she staggered homeward, in time to get her son up for school the next day...

Jarson LeBaron was up and about, prowling in the Claudes's household. He'd been called a hell-raising, diabolical, trouble-making sprog by the adoption agency, but they were willing to take the risk and take in the child.

So far he'd lived up to his reputation and then some, and the Claudes were reaching the breaking point with the chaotic and inconsistant Jarson.

Several other squads broke off from the main convoy, and went after the next kids on the list, Darius Williams-Bray and Jarson LeBaron.

The soldiers came to a halt in front of a small residence. The address matched the one next to Darius's humble soon to be no more abode. Several soldiers secured the perimiter, the rest stood at the door waiting for the all clear to be given. Once given the all clear the door came down, and the soldiers cleared the entryway, and began their search for the child.

Several blocks away an identical process began at the house where Jarson supposedly resumed.

As the door was kicked it, the Claudes sat upright before hearing the soldier's yelling and laying back down. Mr Claudes thought a nasty thought at Jarson and the military. He was pissed as Jarson in particular as just the other day, the little devil-boy had bit him hard enought to draw blood.

Meanwhile downstairs, Jarson looked at the soldier who'd found him and asked, "Who in the whosits are you, some sorta soldier reject?"

In his bed, Jesse slept, his dreams racing from one thought to another. He had a a hard time sleeping. He kept getting hyper before finally his heavy eyes took over. He thought he heard something down the street, but before his mind could think about it, he was taken by another thought of the football game last night.

Meanwhile downstairs, Jarson looked at the soldier who'd found him and asked, "Who in the whosits are you, some sorta soldier reject?"
The soldier didn't even think twice about it as he brought the butt of his rifle down on the kids head. He picked the unconcious kid up, not paying any attention the blood sprayed across his uniform.

"Objective is in the bag!" He yelled to the soldiers surrounding the house. They swarmed back to their viehical, and tossed the child in the back. They called back to the others, and found the next child on the list, Rose Silverhammer.

It was the same damn street as always. Still dark, still the same glows of street lights, still the same parked cars, same houses, bleh. You'd think the view from a third story window of a house would be a little bit more interesting, even at night. But it wasn't. It was just the same little world.

It was better than the world inside of her.

She sat in the sill, a tired, bored gaze pouring out onto Venture Avenue, her soft face framed in brown, tan shutters to either side, against a rust red wood paneling that covered the house, making it look old while being made of the same stuff all the other houses were made of.

She climbed down, since it was almost morning and her parents would be getting up soon. She could hear them snoring down on the second floor on the other side of the house. She could hear the timer-ran coffee maker start, the coffee first dripping before steadily filling the pot, the smell reaching her quickly. The alarm clock next door was going off, and soon the neighbor man would be getting in his shower before leaving just as dad was making toast.

She heard it all, and smelt it all. She could also see it all, such as seeing some vehicle turning onto the street. It wasn't your typical car, in fact, not a car at all. It looked like one of those things the boy across the street had in his army toy set.

She thought nothing of it as she slid her dresser open, picking out her clothes for the day and pulling them on. Her mom, she could tell, was now walking towards the bathroom.

Fending past the first rays of sunlight, the soldiers made their way to the house, and stopped, routine kicked in and soldiers secured the area, and others broke the door down. The made their way in the house, and the first soldier saw one of the parents holding a coffee pot. At first he did nothing, but when coffee pot started falling to the ground, years of training took in and he released a three round burst straight into the head of the unsuspecting parent.

After getting dressed, rose walked over to a book shelf, picking one out and cracking the cover when she heard footsteps coming up to her house. She walked over ot the window again, there was that strange car. She couldn't put her finger on what the boy across the street had called it, but if she heard it, she'd know it. She almost saw the men coming into her house, but they stormed in before she got a good angle.

The shatter of glass, the splinter of wood, a gasp, pounding footsteps, more glass shattering, the tatter of three bullets being fired, the hiss of released pressure as they exited the other side of the skull, a thud of a body to the ground. Hurried footsteps of her father down the stairs, out of the bathroom, a shout that lasted a fraction of a second, punctuated by the explosion of a shotgun shell, a cloud of ichor replacing where a head once was, another thud of a body. They'd killed her parents.

She lept off the sill, landing with a loud thud, she was oddly heavy for someone of her size, she wasn't sure why. She swung her door open swiftly, a little wood-carved sign saying 'Rose' falling off her door. She cleared the stairs in one hop, landing with a thud before turning and leaping down the next case, another thud, onto the second floor, running down the long hallway towards the stairs down to the ground floor. She could hear booted feet coming out to meet her.

((OOC: I approoved AN's use of my guys, this is a good thing to note for those of you newer to the RP scene. It could be considered godmodeing if he didn't ask me about it, and just about every RP'er I know hates GM'ers.))

The soldier saw the kid running down the stairs. She picked up her pace and let her shotgun fall to the ground. She tackled the kid full on, noticing how hard she was to take down. Once she held the child to the ground, and called for the other soldier in the house to bring the chloroform. The other soldier came running and held the soggy rag to the chids face. The struggle for freedom soon stopped as the child passed out.

"Into the truck with her," the female soldier said as she picked up her shotgun.

((OOC:next person to post will be "taken" to the school.))

He had no name so they called him Nemo. Even he didn’t know who they were, he was an orphan, his parents killed soon after his birth for reasons unknown to him. Those people had then decided to leave him alone in a strange house in an unfamiliar nation. A nation he didn’t even know the name of.

The house was dark as he stood in the doorway, not knowing what to do. He doubted that anyone else would be living there as the people who had taken him after his parent’s death had often left him alone to fend for himself. To everyone else, Nemo was a nobody, alone and mostly unwanted.

He really had no clue what his dad had just mentioned. It made no sense to him, the whole concept.

"This tastes good, dear." His father said, rather dull in tone as if he was reading off of a cue card. "The eggs are delicious." "Well thanks, I made your favorite kind of omelette, we had some flavorful mushrooms left over from last night."

Tastes? Delicious? Flavorful? Were his parents insane? When Casimir took a bite of the same food, he had no sensation, no urge to say such things. It smelt good, of course, but he had no idea what the hell his parents meant beyond that.

It made him mad, it really did. It seemed unfair. Then again, when he was out playing with the neighborhood kids his age, he'd win their respect through the eating of bugs, grass, leaves. He had no idea why the others would gross out as they would. It was all the same.

"What's that new coupon for?" He asked, looking across the room to the little organizer on the wall, noticing a slip of newspaper print with a red background, only the slightest bit of it showing. His parents always assumed his little observations were lucky guesses. "Oh, it's just for cereal, I think." His mother replied hohummedly.

She added "I think the carpool is here for you, dear" to the father "It sounds like Richard got a new car, an SUV or a Jeep or something of that sort."

Jesse woke up and started to get dressed. Then he, for some odd reason, went back to sleep. That was before he heard a gun shot.

East Lithuania
The soldiers did the clockwork routine that had been worn into the ground by now, down with the door, up with the parents, down again with the parents, and grab the kid. One soldier searched for the kid, while the other guarded the entryway, and the two freshly made bodies.

Draconis Nightcrawlis
The note on the paper indicated that no precautions were needed with this nameless wonder. It even stated that protocol could be skipped, no matter, they kept to it anyway. The buildings door went down, and several soldiers searched for the kid. After a little bit of searching and even less hassle he was found. He didn't even wait to see if the kid would comply, he flat out gassed the little guy and threw him in the truck.

Arthaga Nova
A hummer and a two and a half ton truck stopped in front of the standard house. Clockwork. The door was down, and the room was flooded with soldiers armed with various weapons. This soldier didn't aim to kill, he wanted his fill of gore for this monotonous job. He aimed at the parents legs. He knew the parents were soldiers once, but for some reason or other they had left the fighting life and became what most other Nofians despised, a civilian. He would make sure these parents felt it, and the kid watched every second of their life until they finally succumbed to death.

Nemo never even got a chance to realise what was going on. He was gassed before he could do anything.

Casimir sat silently, not moving, shocked by this sudden disturbance in his otherwise routine life. It was odd, because he was simply not moving. Even upon losing balance and falling to the side, landing on the floor on his left flank in the same stunned sitting position. He saw the booted feet slowly approaching underneath the table, suddenly going limp again, stumbling to his feet, and running.

((OOC: I'll admit right now this is a bit droll, but it does pick up. How about we just skip to where all the students are in the first room they will see of this school. Remember, your student has been given a healthy lungfull of chloroform, or passed out for some other reason, your student will be waking up.))

Monroe Adair entered the room full of children, all of them passed out on the floor. He looked about the room, so empty he thought. In it were two doors, multiple armed soldiers, and about thirty or so children all passed out.

He stood at the main door and waited for the children to wake up.

Jarson groaned as he woke. His head throbbing. "Where in the blue hell am I?" He asked as he looked around groggily.

As Nemo regained consciousness, he found his head thumping and a sickly feeling in his stomach. He groaned as he tried to sit up, his body was still groggy and weeks. His mind remembered the strange house that they had left him in and the sudden intrusion by soldiers.

"Fuck," he swore in a quiet, groggy voice.

Though his vision was blurred, he could see that he wasn't alone.

As the other children where just starting to wake up in theor new classroom, a non-descript black SUV rolled up to the complex. The man driving the vehicle gave the proper identification to the guard at the gate, and was allowed in. The gateguard radioed ahead to Cain, informing him of their special guest.

The SUV parked in the complex's carpark, and the driver exited. He was a tall and slender man, his face stern and his black business suit and red tie sharp and smooth. He was a businessman. Although the most outstanding feature about him was his ears and tail. They were feline! A pair of black furred catears sat on his head, and he had no 'human' ears. His tail flicked quickly, and he turned to open the rear door.

Looking up at him was a small child, a girl. Like the man, she too had black furred catears and a tail. She wore all black, and her silver hair was neatly combed. Tears were already welling up, her blood red eyes regarding her father.

"Come now Rei." Her father said.

Rei nodded, and crawled out from the SUV. Taking her father's hand, he guided her to Cain's office.

A respectable businessman, Gendo Capek knocked on Cain's office, and waited to be allowed in.

He was, and Gendo introduced himself and his daughter Rei. "Greetings, and thank you for having me." Gendo said politely, shaking the man's hand and giving him an envelope. Inside it was a large cash 'bribe.' As a businessman, Gendo was well aware that bribes are the lubricant that keeps business running smoothly "I am here to enroll my daughter in your school. Her name is Rei. I've no particular interest in how you do your thing. I am unsatisfied with the education and training they are giving her on our pla... Well, where we come from. The only thing of interest you should be aware of is her barcode." He made a handmotion to Rei, who turned around and lifted her hair, showing the barcode on the back of her neck, as well as a series of numbers and some odd characters underneath it.

"The only request is that her barcode isn't marred or damaged in any way. Other then that, treat her no different then you would the other... 'Students.' Unless there is anything else, I will leave her in your care now." He made to get up.

"Very well then, sir. It was a pleasure having met you, and I'll be sure we take 'good' care of her while she is here. I assure you, you won't be able to recognize her by anything except the barcode on her neck. I'll look foreward to seeing you again in 15 years," Cain said.

While Cain was talking with the businness man a bobcat that had been sitting under the desk lifted it's head and took a sniff around. When the man left Cain turned to the girl.

"Come along now. I've got to take you to meet the rest of your class. I'd be willing to bet most of them are still pretty sleepy now, but perhaps you'll be able to make a friend before class is in session."

He walked to the door in his office and held it open for the meek girl to follow him.

Gendo nodded, shaking the man's hand one last time before leaving.

Rei made a small gulping noise as she spied the bobcat, but she obeyed the man. She went to the man and followed him out. As they walked to the classroom where the other kids were, Rei asked meekly, in a voice barely above a whisper, "Father says... T-this place will make me... Stronger. W-w-will it hurt?" It was a legitmate question.



((OOC: Feel free to post reaction as well as Cain putting Rei into the classroom. Other then that one question, Rei won't talk much. :D))

"Your father is right, this 'school' will make you stronger," he put an emphasis on the word school. "It will teach you how to deal with pain. But I will give you this little bit of advice right now, that none of the other students will get, pain only hurts as much as you let it. Be strong willed and realize pain isn't forever, and you will be that much closer to graduating."

After he said this he realized how unusually kind he was being. Tommorow, no, in a couple of hours, he definatly couldn't be this kind when his students see him he will have to be as cold as ice, tough as nails, and as frightening as the grim reaper himself.

He looked at the girl as she thougth this over. She looked a tad scared, but something about what he said seemed to make her a little bit more confident then she was seconds ago.

"Well looks like we are here," he said as he held the door open for her, not entering himself.

Rei was about to enter, but stopped next to Cain. Quickly, she hugs him, then releases, the embrace only lasting an instant or so. "Thank you." She whispers, before finally entering.

She eyes the gathered group of children. All of them are her age, very young. Noticing a few who were up and about, she moves over to near them, and sits cross-legged on the ground.

Jarson looked up as a girl, or rather a cat-girl entered the room. Getting up even though he was still a bit dizzy, he walked over and asked, "Who are you?"

Cain was taken aback by the quick hug he recieved. He let the door close of it's own accord, and locked it. Monroe had a key, and he knew the drill. Cain headed back to his office.

Rei looks at the boy, her blood red eyes regarding him. She's already trembling, the fear creeping back into her. Fear of the unknown. Fear of snakes. Fear of spiders. Fear of strangers. Luckily, it seemed her Absolute Terror Field hadn't kicked in yet. Of course the boy hadn't yet came that close to her.

"Who are you?" He asks her.

"I don't know you." She says meekly, her voice trembling and full of fear.

Brad, as normal, was the first of the twins to wake up and regain consciousness. He looked around briefly trying to refocus his eyes and take in his new surroundings at the same time. After a brief moment of surveying the room, Brad caught sight of his younger twin sister, Samantha (or Sammy as she was called by Brad). He got to his feet, making sure that he was stable and no longer woozy before proceeding over to where Sammy lay fast asleep.

"Sammy... wake up," Brad said in a gentle and quiet voice as he sat next to her. "Wake up!" he again said though this time much louder and with the added shaking of his sister.

"Wha- huh?" Samantha said as she too opened her weary eyes and looked about.

"Good... I wasn't sure if you were awake," he replied as he got back to his feet.

Sammy had gotten to her knees and was slowly regaining her sense of balance. "Where are we?" she called up to her brother who stood above her. However his endlessly wandering mind was doing just that... wandering. He was thinking back to only two days ago...

He was outside in the warm midday sun. It was out front of his family's house on the nicely manecured green front lawn. There were little droplets of water that occasionally fell on his head as he ran around, near, and through the sprinkler that was watering the grass. How good the water felt on such a hot day...

Nemo rubbed his eyes and looked around. Now that he had regained his senses he looked around to take a proper look at his location. He could see other kids around, some had woken up while some were still out cold.

He still had no idea where he was, only that it was something that they had done. Somehow he relised that they had left him in that house to be captured. Why? He would find out later.

Rei looks at the boy, her blood red eyes regarding him. She's already trembling, the fear creeping back into her. Fear of the unknown. Fear of snakes. Fear of spiders. Fear of strangers. Luckily, it seemed her Absolute Terror Field hadn't kicked in yet. Of course the boy hadn't yet came that close to her.

"Who are you?" He asks her.

"I don't know you." She says meekly, her voice trembling and full of fear.
"My name's Jarson LeBaron, your's?" He asked, he also noticed she was trembling and asked, "Are you cold?"

Darius' eyes slowly peeled open, the cold, hard sensation of concrete beneath his body had slowly but surely roused him from his drug induced slumber. He'd hidden under the bed when he'd heard the door come down. It wasn't the first time the house had been broken into. The first time he tried hiding under the covers, but the burglars quickly found him and beat the snot out of him for sport before disappearing again with the TV set.

They usually didn't do a very precise search after his mother installed the four deadbolts on the door, since knocking it down took a bit longer and was now much louder. The second time Darius had cracked one of them across the shin with a souvanir baseball bat. They'd then beat him with it as punishment before one walked and the other limped off with the smaller TV his mother had purchased to substitute for the old one. These expeirences had given young Darius a rather dark outlook on life. He had begun to hate pretty much everyone except his mother, trusting her and no-one else. He hated her now, too. Now they hadn't just taken his TV, but him as well and for who-knows-what.

There were other children with him, more than there had been at the day-care he'd spent the day at when his mother could afford it. He sat back against the wall, arms crossed and fists clenched with his large knuckles clearly visible. The first beating he'd recieved had broken both of his hands across the knuckles with a lead pipe. They hadn't quite healed correctly, and he'd been cracking them ever since and showing off the nerve damage to his few 'friends' by slugging brick walls. His father had apparently had large hands, and that was why he was Darius' father apparently as well. Most of his mother's boyfriends had large hands. A few of them had beated Darius with them while doing the favor of 'baby-sitting' for his mother. He'd learned quickly not to ask for things, but rather to get them for himself.

And there he sat, scowling and scrunched into a little angry ball...

Again Rei shyed away. "No. Stay away!" She scooted away from the boy who called himself Jarson. Strangers... Everywhere. Are they going to hurt me? Strangers... I don't know any of them. Her mind was racing, her hands shaking as she tried to crawl away from the strangers.



((OOC: Looks like she's having a bi-polar manic episode... But, she isn't. She's just scared. >_>))

Jarson looked at the strange cat-girl and wondered why she was reacting in such an odd way. "Well, if you want to talk, I'll be here." He added as he sat down and began tracing the network of thin whitish scars that crossed and criss-crossed both hands.

Rei crawled away, sitting on her behind and folding her arms over her knees, drawing them in close to her chest. She buried her face in them, trying to control her breathing...



((OOC: Last post for no. I'll be on maybe later.))

Jarson was intrigued and a bit aprehensive about the cat-girl. When you lived on the street, or at least a close fascimilie of it, you learned to find the motivation behind someone's actions, but her's he couldn't which worried him.

Adair looked around the room, the majority of the students had woken up, and the last of them were being roused by the soldiers in the room. He cleared his throat.

"Hello children, and welcome to your first day of the rest of your life. I am your instructer, Adair Monroe. Forget whatever life you led before, beit you were an orphan, or your parents were snobbishly rich. From here on out you are pukes. You are the lowest form of life on earth. You are nothing but unorganized grabastic pieces of amphibion shit! Here you are all equally worthless. You will do what you are told, and you will do it when you are told. You will not talk, you will not eat, you will not even scratch your fucking nose, unless we tell you to."

He surveyed his class, he looked at the students and several of them gave astonished faces at his use of the word fuck.

"Now I want all of you fucking maggots in a single file line at this door by the time I count to ten."

"MOVE!" He bellowed.

"ONE!" he shouted

Brad stood astonished by the stern tone of the man as did Sammy. He was at the number three before he had actually realized what he said and what he wanted. "Here," Brad said as he helped his sister to her feet. They made a movement somewhere in between a walk and a jog until they were in line where the man had deemed. "Seems angry..." Brad whispered to Sammy.

One of the soldiers saw Brad whispering to his sister, and ran over to where they stood in line.

"Did we fucking tell you to talk you little maggot. What the fuck is so important, that you gotta break the rules before class has even been in session for two fucking minutes!" He screamed at them, a vein popping out on his neck.

"Uh... sorry... I didn't know..." was all Brad could muster to say as the intimidating man yelled at him. Samantha just stared at the man's neck where a vein was being pushed to its limits.

Jarson smirked as one kid was chewed out right off the bat, he enjoyed others getting in trouble. Sauntering over in a manner that would best be described as 'devil may care', he lined up where they'd been instructed.

"What the hell is going on what did you say? I couldn't fucking hear you. SOUND THE FUCK OFF LIKE THIS!" He yelled at them.

"ONE!" yelled Brad as he raised voice to a loud, yet controlled, roar (for a kid).

His sister, Samantha was direclty behind him and was the second to call out, albeit much less loud and a calmer tone, "Two!"

"THREE, sir." Jarson called out, his voice loud with slight sarcastic/'whatever' undertones.

The soldier looks at them funny then commences yelling at them.

"What the fuck are you doing, I want a fucking answer, not some goddamned number. Get a fucking voice and give me an answer as to why the fuck you were talking in line."

He gives a motion for some of the soldiers to come closer, and start yelling as well.

Samantha didn't reply but stood there taking the abuse calmly. However, Brad was never one to sit back and take anything in stride. "Sir, because you are a hard ass sir!" he replied like the smart as he was.

He quickly brought his hand across the face of the child, knocking him to the ground. He looked at one of the other soldiers who picked him up and brought him out of the room. The original soldier looked at his sister.

"Well! Why the hell were you talking in my line!" He yelled at her.

"I didn't say anything... sir," she replied as she watched her brother being carried out of the room. It was true, she hadn't said anything nor would she under normal cicrumstances as she was usually a quite kid.

Rei whimpered, already crying. She just wanted to curl into a ball and disappear. She heard her father's voice in her head. Rei... Be a good girl. Do as they tell you. If you're a good girl, a few years from now, I will come and get you. You'll be a good girl, right?

Rei wiped her tears, getting up and falling into the back of the line. Up ahead, the first soldier was yelling at a couple of children, and even hit one of them.

Rei gulped, but kept quiet, tears rolling down her face. Why daddy? Why did you leave me here?

"What the hell did you say!? I can't fucking hear you! Why the fuck were you prompting him to talk to you!?" He screamed at her.

"I didn't prompt anything!" she replied louder. She wasn't one to get hot-headed or very loud, but when it came to her older brother, she could become defensive at times.

"I STILL CAN'T HEAR YOU," he yelled, almost mockingly.

Try as she might, Samantha couldn't get angry enough to get the level of loudness that the man wanted, so she stood quietly and said nothing.

"Oh great! Now you think if you ignore me I'll just go away. WELL I HAVE ALL FUCKING DAY!," He looked at a different soldier," take her away."

The second soldier came up and grabbed her, taking her off to where her brother was.

Monroe looked at the students, and shook his head.

"Jesus H. Christ. I ask something so simple, and you still manage to FUCK it up," he put an emphasis on the word fuck, "All of you get the fuck of this disgrace of a line."

He watched as the students scattered to every corner of the room.

"Now each and every one of you is going to get in a STRAIGHT, SINGLE FILE LINE."

"ONE!" He yelled. He didn't let them know that this time they only had till the count of five.

Rei did the best she could, moving away from the line and from the others.

"ONE!" The soldier yelled, and the children started to file back into a sngle file line. Rei waited a second, waiting for the line to form, then taking a spot at it's rear. Despite this, a child or two still came up behind her. She began to tremble, rubbing her shoulders with her hands and slightly hunched over, panting...

{OOC: Can we assume he arrived late?}

Lugging a heavy (by his standards) suitcase, he walked over to the others. "S-Sorry I'm late," he said.

Nemo quietly did as he was ordered to do. He had noted the apparent anger in the mans voice and thought better than to anger him even more like some of the kids seemed to be doing.

Jarson left then returned to the line, wondering what other pointless tasks the MF yelling idiot would have them do next.

{OOC: Can we assume he arrived late?}

Lugging a heavy (by his standards) suitcase, he walked over to the others. "S-Sorry I'm late," he said.
((OOC: Well being kidnapped, drugged, and dragged to the school is going to put a hamper on him arriving late, and a suitcase isn't going to be very useful. Sorry RB))

It was too much. Shouting, people getting slapped around, armed guards... A sharp stabbing pain from deep within her mind. It wasn't phyiscal pain, it was pure psychological torment. She ran, stumbling in front of someone, she wasn't sure if another child, or an adult, or even Adair himself. All she cared about was getting to that line and not getting in trouble.

She finally fell into place, about two-thirds of the way back. Her feet were about where they were supposed to be, however her body leaned against the adjacent wall, shaking hysterically, the occasional sharp inhale of a sob heard from her quivering mass.

"THESE ARE GOING TO BE THE HAPPIEST DAYS OF YOUR LIVES, WHY IN THE HELL ARE YOU BAWLING?" Came a shout from above her, Adair. "STAND UP STRAIGHT AND ANSWER ME!"

She was speechless. Her throat was dry, she'd almost wanted to get what was soon to come with her, start coughing up blood, anything that'd moisten her parched mouth. She was really screaming, crying out to whatever decent person was standing in the room, though nothing came out, hardly a squeak. She collapsed even more.

Though that last bit was caused by a boot crashing into her, knocking her to the ground. Her eyes flashed open, gazing up, a wild fear. An animal, a labratory's subject, cornered and knowing another test was to come. She was gazing into the eyes of the lab technicians that stood around her, Adair standing in the middle of the group. Her head darted side to side, no one else in the room, save for the company of banks of monitoring equipment.

"ARE YOU DEAF? ARE YOU MUTE? WHAT IN THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?" The blood bubbled in her throat, giving enough moisture to let out a shriek, said blood suddenly rushing up and out her mouth, sputtering about on the floor, the only flaw amongst the painfully sanitized white tile.

"YOU WANT A REASON TO SCREAM, I'LL MAKE SURE YOu have a reason to..." She slipped out of conciousness, her lifeless form being hauled away along with the others to be disciplined.

((Adair's actions approved by NoF for the sake of expediency.))

Silent. He'd keep his mouth shut. This whole thing humbled him greatly. He knew he was different, he always though in a bad way. But look, they'd come in, killed his parents, snagged him and now here he was. Children of all sorts were reacting in that pattern, all sorts. Some cried, some trembled, some just went along with it all. It seemed the latter were having the best luck, so Casimir went along with them. He stood, rather ridgidly- both from fear and from his odd ability -waiting for orders. From what he could tell, he was somewhere in the back of the line, a sea of heads slowly thining ahead and a few more heads behind him. Six, he noted, of the kids had little hair clips or something of that sort.

He was an optimist, Maxwell, and a dreamer. So when he, in his backyard, playing with toy soldiers, had real ones come to him to take him away, unaware that bullet riddled corpses of his parents lay inside, he was excited. They were quite rude though, he had to admit, though he caught a nap after they stuck him with three needles. He woke up in a room, full of more of the real soldiers, and his initial thoughts were why was everyone being so glum about this. It was going to be an adventure. Fun, neat, challenging. Just like the toys he'd liked so much. He strode over to line, a small smile on his face even as he shouted nice and strong his place in line, "SEVENTEEN, SIR!" as the man came past. He was an optimist, but very impressionable. Which would endure though?

Adair looked at the children, in the line, trying in a huge panic to form a line

"OK you little shits, I'd scream at you to fix this line until you got it right, but I don't have all day," he scowled at the children, "When I open this door the first three will go in, you will take a seat in the first available chair, the next students will enter when they are called. After you are finished in there you will follow my instructions in the next room."

He walked over and opened the door, letting the first three students in. He then walked to the main door, and stepped out, leaving the students in care of the soldiers that were in the room.

Jarson shrugged at the 'inane' yelling of the angry man. Once he opened the door, he walked in and took the first available seat.

A large man with a white apron on stood behind the chair, one was behind each of the three chairs. He held a pair of hair clippers. Without so much as a word he reached down and grabbed the kids mop. He was merciless, and chopped it all off, even shaving off a mole that wasn't known about.

"Next!" He yelled while wiping the blood off of the chair.

Before starting on the next one he looked at the chair next to him, and saw a girl in tears, losing the last of her golden locks.

Jarson held a finger over the bleeding ex-mole and lefted, wondering what other things they'd do, and why they'd made it so uneven.

Nemo silently walked into the room and sat down, only slightly knowing what to expect.

Darius didn't have much hair to begin with, he'd always asked his mother to keep it short when she trimmed it with the clippers she'd bought from the convenience mart. He quietly sat down in the row the children had formed, wondering what the next expeirence would be. The yelling was familiar, the beatings as well. The whole thing reminded him of the stories his mother used to tell him about his father, a white guy who wore a pair of shiny forty-fives under his arms. She'd said he was a soldier once, now he was something called a 'mer-cen-ary'. Darius hoped that he could become a soldier now, too.

That would be really cool...

After being taken away from the rest of the group, Samantha and Brad were nervous, to say the least. However, Samantha remained calm and cool as normal despite her anticipation and Brad remained full of energy and as resilient as ever. They wondered what the others were doing as they awaited their futures...

Mike walked into the room nervously, glancing around. He saw the chairs and sat in one. In a couple of minutes his mousey hair was all on the floor, and he was able to feel skin.

He thought back to that morning, or at least, he thought it was the same day.

Both parents shot dead, his dog killed trying to protect him, he thought back to his dog, Buster, dead now, lying in a pool of it's blood.

He choked back the tears, and stood in a room with the other clean shaven kids.

A generic soldier looked at Brad, Samantha, and Rose. Two of them were huddled in a mass together, the other was on the verge of conciousness. He said nothing as other soldiers wheeled in three things that looked like almost like a spring bedframe with leather straps on them. Two soldiers grabbed Brad and Samantha, easily overpowering them with years of training. They were hung up on the racks with the leather straps. They then picked Rose up and hung her in an identical fashion. A third soldier then came in with a pair of clippers, and shaved all three of them bald. Afterwards they were then transported a another room, one that several other recently 'balded' students were sitting in, along with Adair, who was standing at the head of the room. These three were left hanging on their racks off to the side, near Monroe.

Samantha shrieked as her long blond hair was cut off. Brad gritted his teeth and tried to fight it, but to no avail. They were then wheeled into another room where they noticed all the kids were bald, however none of the kids were strapped up like themselves. What now? Brad thought as he hung staring down at the rest of the group.

Mike looked up at the three kids wheeled in on the rakcs.

Looks like I got the better of it.... He thought to himself.

He tried a weak smile at the conscious boy, trying to get his attention.

"Sucks to be them." Jarson thought as three others were wheeled in strapped to beds.

She soon came to, her body vertical, held to a rack. It was actually some kind of monster, a winged beast dangling her over a cavern, the bottom of which could only be imagined. The straps were quite tight, particularly the one over her head. It's beak cut into her cranium particularly sharply, it's talons holding her by the legs and feet. They made quick work of her messy red hair, pain searing through her as they buzzed through snarl and knot alike. A heat came to her scalp, a blinding burst of energy perforating her, agonizing her. Crimson feathers slowly tumbled to the ground. The bird was no longer itself, all what remained was it's skeletal structure, though it was still in flight, some minion of various magicks. The wheels squeaked ever slightly as she was wheeled into the run after the haircuts. The bird advanced through the winding canyon, winding it's way as it shrieked an unholy noise in her ears. And there was Adair with all those labtechs. The bird had brought her to the lab. That's what they'd told her, her parents, when she asked where she came from. The stork brought her. But it must've been a different kind of bird, some red, infernal one, for it didn't bring her to a happy little lab, but hell, as it had brought her back to again.

Casimir was quite happy that, upon entering the next room, that he wasn't one of those six kids he'd seen wearing hairclips and other such things, for the barbers probably gave no heed to them. His dark brown hair was shed quite quickly, though it wasn't necessarily short, it wasn't long and was rather thin. The only thing left over as he went into the next room was quite the bad itch. Sitting down, scratching his head in both irritation and confusion about the kids on the racks, he waited for what was next.

Adair looked at the students huddled around the room. He counted them.

"1..2..3..4......33, good, all acounted for, that makes thirty six students counting the three miscreants," he thought to himself.

He cleared his throat and pointed at at one of the students, he didn't even know that he had randomly picked Sammy. The soldiers silently nodded and started messing with the rack, attaching wires to certain parts, and connecting the wires to other parts.

"Now, for your first lesson. It's quite simple, follow the rules. These three students," he paused and waved his hand across them while the soldiers hooked Sammy up, "have already broken the rules, and not payed any attention to what they were told. For this they will be punished. Just like you will be punished if you break the rules, the only difference is from now on, all punishments will be on the spot. Now, watch closely."

He nodded at the soldiers who had long since finished hooking the girl up, and moved on to the next one. Adair pulled a switch and the lights flickered, the little girl was being shocked from a electricty that was using her as a conductor.

Samantha winced in pain as the electricity shot into her and coursed through her body. She was shaking slightly due to the shock though she tried her best not to let out any screams of pain. It was almost as uncomfortable for Brad to watch as it was for Samantha to endure and he looked away after the first few seconds.

Jarson watched the demonstration with interest. While he wasn't an overt fan of pain, he didn't have anything against it.

A soldier saw the boy turn his head, and immediatly grabbed the kids face and forced him to watch it. After a little bit they turned it off, and cut her restraints, letting her fall to the floor. The soldier who had grabbed Brads head said in his ear, "It's your turn little boy."

Samantha's rack was wheeled out of the room, and they finished setting Brad's rack up.

Adair looked at the crowd, then turned his head and nodded at the soldiers, they set Brad off.

Sparks skittered across the floor as raw electrical force surged through the three victims...

'Cool...'

Punishment was harsh, and nothing short of sadistic in this hellish place. He'd often listened to the sermons of the preacher in church on sundays, the lengthy tirades about fire, brimstone, and eternal damnation. His mother usually left during these rants, but last sunday she'd actually stayed and prayed for forgiveness from her sins, which Darius suspected included volunteering him for conscripted military training.

'That's why momma said not to play with the power outlets. I'd better not make him mad, at least until I get big and strong...'

A slight grin creased his young features, the sort of grin that comes from opening that big-ass present on Christmas and finding that new bike you had prayed and begged for all year long... Only this time crackheads didn't steal it to feed their habit. Darius had had next to nothing in his short life, and things hadn't looked any better. Now they seemed to be looking up. His mother had seen that there was no way he would last much longer in the slums; by the time he was fifteen he would have joined a gang and started pushing rocks to make money, and probably get killed in a gang-related shooting. Here, he had a chance to make something of himself. Even as badly as they tortured the new recruits they wouldn't kill any of them, it was counter-productive.

Darius had no idea what 'counter-productive' meant, but he understood that killing too many conscripts would be bad. He saw this as an opportunity to strike back against those who had wronged him and his mother, to no longer be scared when someone broke down the door or when there seemed to be monsters under his bed (Darius had no closet). He'd become a hard-ass, a soldier like his father... And roast the bastards in his old neighborhood like the poor sods on the stretchers in front of him...

Rei had, of course, cried when her hair got cut off. She was escorted to the next room, still weeping, although she wasn't as vocal about it. She did as instructed, sitting in the place they had told her to sit. (I think they did?)

She watched with mild curosity as she saw the kids getting hooked up to the racks. When the electricity kicked on, surprisingly, she didn't turn her head, watching with tears still coming out of her eyes.

Humans don't have souls... So they don't feel pain. She recalled that one time her religious teacher had told her that. The Goddess Cori had only given souls to her Children, the Neko people of Krowemoh. Humans are an abomination of the other Gods, and so they were not blessed with souls like the Neko people. She didn't know why that particular conversation came to her now, but it gave her some comfort. Her Religious Teacher had been one of the few people in her school she felt she could trust.

The next thought came with such clearity that she didn't think to guess where it had come from, So it's okay... She's not actually hurting because she doesn't have a soul...

"HEY!! What are you doing? Stop it" shouted Mike, before he realised it.

He was stadning up, angry, fists clenched having a go at the big men in front of him.

"Stop it!! They didn't know what was going on why are you doing that? It's hurting him!"

*Oh shit* he thought to himself as the red mist lifted and he found himself being stared at.

Nemo felt a shiver go up his spine as he watched. It seemed almost similar to what they did to him.

A soldier didn't even think twice before he reacted to the kid. With one arm, he grabbed the kid by the neck, and cracked his skull on the nearest wall. He then dropped the kid in a heap on the floor before kicking him in the ribs.

"NEVER, disobey our word. That simple rule isn't too hard to follow now, is it?" Adair screamed at all of them. "Here you will be made into soldiers, and the most imortant thing for a soldier to do is follow the word of your superiors as if your life depends on it."

Mike crumpled, tears pouring over his cheeks, his ribs and forehead aching.

He curling into a ball, protecting himself from any more kicks, his hands over his head, feeling the wetness of blood.

He coughed and tried to sit up, before falling over, and finally sitting up and leaning against the wall, holding his ribs, tears and blood mixing on his cheeks.

*at least I tried* he thought, before turning and looking at the man in charge

Despite the continuous shocks running through her body, Samantha thought it was nice that the boy was standing up for himself... no matter how foolish it was.

Adair looked at Mike and yelled, "What the fuck are you looking at me for? Get back to where you were sitting you maggot!"

Nemo realised more and more of whatever they had planned for him meant obeying the orders of these guys. He didn't fully understand everything but noted that any 'breaking' of the rules were harshly punished.

Mike crawled slowly over to where he had been sitting, which oddly enough was beside Samantha, though he didn't know her.

He only knew her as "the girl on the rack"

Rei had watched the other boy get punished, blinking slowly. She had since stopped crying. Why do they act like it hurts? She couldn't conviece of an answer, so she left it be, waiting for their instructor to tell them to do something.

Jarson saw the puzzlement on the cat-girl's face and wondered what she was thinking about, thought he kept his eyes front.

((OOC: Cause Arthaga Nova has let his nation die, he is currently unavailable to post in the forums, I'm also having a hard time attempting to contact via IM, so I'll do this post for him so the rest of us can get a move on. After this it will be assumed he moves with the rest of us, in case he decides to join us once again.))

Rose looked upon the man giving a lecture, and followed suit. When the other girl was shocked Rose's world went white with bright lights.

deet.....deet.....deet

One of the many machines attached to her tested her pulse.

deet....deet....deeet..deeeeet.....deeeeeeet.det.deet.deet.det

The sounds sped up as multiple men, and one woman wearing a white coat closed around her as nothing more than silhouettes agaisnt the bright lights. She felt the cold steel as several implements were pressed against her chest. The world went screaming into a black abyss as her surroundings became a dingy room with thirty five other children her own age. She watched as they cut the boy loose, and he fell to the ground. Screams were made out as another kid hurried back to where he had been sitting. Rose's world exploded, and her mind returned one filled with bright lights and constant beeps.

Adair looked at the girl hanging from the rack, convulsing. He called one of the soldiers over and whispered something in his ear. The soldier left the room. He looked at the soldiers waiting for his word, and he ran his finger across his throat, and they cut her down without shocking her. The little heap on the floor convulsed and spasmed, as several soldiers stood around her.

"Because she isn't capable of feeling her punishment right now, we are going to do something else to her, that she won't forget anytime soon," Adair said, addressing the whole class.

The soldier that had left suddenly returned, this time he was carrying a blow torch, an igniter, and a length of steel formed into an "X" on the end. Adair grabbed the items from the soldier and lit the torch. He held the "X" in the flame until it became red hot. One of the soldiers held out her hand, and Adair pressed the red hot chunk of metal into the palm. The stench of burning flesh filled the room, and the red metal quickly became a dull silver color again. Adair pulled the "X" off of her palm, and several chunks of flesh came with it. He heated it up a second time, this time pressing it into the side of her neck.

Once Adair finished he tossed the metal into the corner, where it fell with clanging noises. He then turned and looked at the class.

"From here, you will form a line at the door over there, in the back. You will recieve two pairs of boots, three uniforms, a seabag, two toothbrushs, toothpaste, several disposable razors, shaving cream, a can of shoe polish, etcetera. You will then change into one of your uniforms, and pile your old clothes in a basket in the corner. Once done there, you will form another line at the door you did not enter, and when every body is done, I will take you to your next destination."

He paused for a second.

"MOVE YOU SLIMEY SHIT BAGS!"

Darius wondered what he'd need razors for, besides prying them loose from their plastic housings and using them as improvised weapons. He was all of four years old, not due to shave for at least another decade...

Rei obeyed, falling into line and waiting her turn. As expected, she was given the items, and she went away from the others, to a little space by herself, where she removed her clothing. She didn't seemed bothered by the fact that others could see her naked, and she tried getting into her uniform.

Although, her pants provided a special issue. She rose her hand, pointing to her tail. "There's no hole for my tail..." She whined softly. It was very uncomfortable, and her tail sqiurmed under her pants.



((OOC: Fun fact! Due to Krowemoh's complete lack of Judeo-Christian influences, the naked body isn't seen as anything special. In fact, it's not entirely uncommon for Krowemohians to simply 'forget' to put on clothes in the morning and go about their business stark naked. Although in jobs requiring uniforms and schools, for times like these, several 'loner' uniforms are around on hand.))

A soldier grunted at the childs complaits. He then walked over and unsheathed his knife. He held it out, and dropped it so it would stick into the bench.

"Figure it out," he said, and made a quick dart around with his eyes, making sure no one was watching. His voice hushed a little before he added, "I'd suggest that when you get a chance you use the sewing kit, and reinforce it so it doesn't tear. Do the other ones now as well."

Rei shied away from the man, and was about to cry when he pulled out the knife. Although, instead of stabbing her repeatedly in the head like she expected, he dropped it into the bench.

"Figure it out," he told her. She blinked slowly, going over to the bench and staring at the knife. The soldier leaned in a little closer, whispering, "I'd suggest that when you get a chance you use the sewing kit, and reinforce it so it doesn't tear. Do the other ones now as well."

Rei nods slowly, although she didn't really understand what he meant. Gingerly, she grips the knife, and tries to pull it out with one hand, but she's too weak.

She wraps her other hand around the handle, and pulls with all her might, pulling the knife free, although she loses her balances and tips over backwards, landing on her bum, the knife flipping from her hand and landing next to her leg. She gasps, seeing how close she had come to cutting herself, but luckily, she hadn't.

Exhaling, she leaves the knife where it is, and pulls off her pants, turning them around so she can look at the back side. Tilting her head at it, she blinks, looks at the knife, then at the butt of the pants. Laying the pants on the ground, she takes the knife, and pokes the pants. Not enough so that it actually cuts it, just more of an exploratory poke then anything useful.

She pokes it a few more times with more dertermiation, twisting the knife so the straight edged was facing her, and pokes it again at an angle. With a satisfying rip, the knife cuts the pants. Smiling, she sets the knife down, and picks up her pants, looking at it. From the outside, it seems fine.

She slips them on, and although the hole is uncermonous, her tail has no problem slipping through. Although, there was now also a hole in the front of her pants as well... She slips a finger through the hole in the front, tilting her head, as if she had no idea how that got there. Withdrawing the finger, she shrugs...

It was indeed a mystery!

Nemo made no emotion. Without fuss he joined the line and waited his turn. Once he'd recieved his items, he went to over to change into his new uniform. Once he'd put his old clothes in the basket he joined the next line wondering what the next destination would be.

Mike got up, still aching, and feeling sick from the stench of charred flesh.

He quieltly got his stuff, and quickly got changed in a corner. The boots were too big, but he shut up about that for now.

He watched, fascinated as the weird cat-girl thing simply got changed, then stabbed her trousers. He was shocked and only realised he was standing there with his trousers down when someone smacked his arse, quite hard.

He quickly went over and dumped his old clothes, before going and standing with the rest of them.

Mike tried to get to be beside the girl from the rack.... he wanted to ask her and the boy if they were ok.

As Brad fell to the floor, he put his arms out in front of him to brace for impact. His arms shook weakly as he hit the hard, cold floor but he was okay for the most part. He re-gathered himself and shook off the ordeal as he sat up and looked at his twin sister. Samantha was still tied to the rack and shaking forcefully from the shock, despite her nerves and muscles going numb long ago. Brad then watched as they cut her down; she fell limply to the ground and landed on her side as she was not able to move her arms in front of her. She simply laid on the ground not moving or showing any signs of emotion besides the odd convulsion or two. Then Adair walked over and lit the branding iron on fire as Brad sat watching only feet away. Brad wanted to react to stop him from her hurting Samantha, but he realized it would do no good and simply sat on the floor with an intense rage burning in his eyes. Later... they are going to pay for this... they are all going to pay, he thought as the metal touched her skin and forced an 'X' into it.

Brad turned away as he made the mark again on her neck. As Adair yelled the next set of Commands, Brad got to his feet slowly and walked to the door. As he stood at the end of the line, he looked back briefly to see his sister laying on the floor and not moving. One of the other boys had tried to ask her if she was okay, but she couldn't respond. She couldn't even move her lips to reply...

Brad walked through the door with the rest of the line and changed into his uniform. A short time later, when Samantha had recovered enough that she could stand, she walked through the door and silently changed into her uniform.

When the girl had got up and got changed, finally, Mike tried again.

"Are yiou alright?" He asked quietly, hoping he was being quiet enough.

"One of the soldiers shot a quick glance in the direction of a voice he had heard. He was unable to detect which student had said it, but he knew it had to have come from the area where the girl from the rack had been. He stormed over and glared at the students.

"All of you, this area! I don't fucking care what little pity plays you have going, Someone keeps breaking the fucking rules! Is it really so hard not to talk!" He was screaming at all of them. "All of you, get on your faces right now! You too lil' missy. Your all going to be doing pushups. Many, many of them!"

Samantha glared at the boy for getting her in even more trouble. She had barely said a word, except when prompted to do so, since she got here and she had already got in trouble numerous times.

She rolled over onto her stomach, but when she tried to push herself up with her arms they began wobbling weakly.

Nemo glared at the other kids, it would seem that they were intent on making this harder then it should be. Knowing how they had treated him, he knew to obey the order and without much protest he got down to do the pushups.

Jarson watched the others deal with their own issues as he gathered his own new gear and got changed. Watching the cat-girl struggle, he mentally chuckled at the way it worked out. While he'd found it irritating to see the branding marks put on the girl, it had made him hungrier than anything else.

Rei was busy working on her other pants, luckly she was nowhere near Sam and the boy, so she wasn't requied to do push ups. Taking her old clothes, she dumps them where specified, taking the rest of her gear and going to the door where she did not enter.

She blinks as she sees the other children doing push-ups, but ignores them, moving her eyes forward and waiting.

Brad sighed as he saw his sister trying to do push ups. He was already thoroughly pissed off at these people and to see them again punish her for something she didn't do was getting to him. However, he again managed to control himself (something rare) and he dumped his clothes in the bin. They will regret this...

Adair walked into the room, and saw the students being punished. He almost chuckled at the horrible pushups they were doing. He stood at the head of the room.

"All right, follow me I will take you to your quarters."

He stepped out of the room, making sure the line was following him. He went through the complex, and shortly they arrived at the bay that would the students home for the next several years. All the students were to sleep in the same bay, there was no regard for gender, or privacy.

"You will find a rack, and you will put your seabag full of your stuff on it. This will be yours until you graduate. I'm sure many of you are wondering what the razors are for. All of you were five razors, and you will turn in five razors when you need new ones. If any of the razors are mutilated, you will be punished. You will use these razors to keep your heads nice and bald. Can't have you maggots getting hair all over our lovely school, now can we. You have fifteen minutes to select a rack, either top or bottom. Afterwards you will be lined up at the foot of your rack, and waiting for further instructions. You may talk during this time."

Adair stood at the enterance to the room, he had no intention of giving them fifteen minutes, he was giving them seven tops.

After Samantha was done with her push ups, she weakly and limply stood up and walked to the back of the line, a few people behind Brad. When they arrived it was to become their quarters for the next years of their life, Brad walked towards the middle of the room and chose a bottom rack on the right side. Samantha, as usual, followed behind and chose the top rack above her twin brother. They quickly dropped their bags on the racks and stood at the foot of their beds waiting their next 'orders.'

Nemo stood up and followed the others in the line. He listened carefully to the orders, as the part about the razers was mentioned he ran his hand over his freshly shaved head. It felt rather funny to touch. He chose the top rack and placed all of his stuff on it before standing at the foot of his chosen rack.

Jarson finished his push-ups hauled his bag into the bunkroon to decide which one he wanted.

All that Mike had tried to do was see if the girl was alright.

Now, his arms aching, he hauled the heavy bag through, before choosing the bottom bunk of a bed next to Brad. He was pissed off now.

Since he was allowed to speak now, he looked sideays at the brother and sister beside him.

"I'm sorry, I just... I just want to see if you are alright, they shouldn't have done that to you, to either of you. My name is Mike by the way, Michael Scholtzintski."

Samantha stood next to her bigger brother Brad and stared off into 'space.' She didn't reply as Mike tried to explain and apologize but instead didn't move a muscle as she stood and looked foward. Brad on the other hand looked at Mike for a moment and then at his sister before turning back to Mike, "Sammy isn't one to talk very much... pretty quiet person. I am Brad by the way."

"Well, thats good, at least now I know some other people.

Were you two snatched this morning as well? Or at least I think it was this morning...

So where abouts did you come from?"

"Umm... I am not quite sure when it was; it's sort of all a blur from when the car pulled up," Brad responded as Samantha kept staring off into 'space.'

Where we are from... I am not quite sure... Brad thought about how to answer, as usually he could just point to where is house was, he didn't know the name of its location. "Sorry... don't really know," Brad replied.

Rei placed her stuff on the bunk underneath Nemo, and moved to the foot of the bed. She listened to Brad and Mike talk. They were talking about their homes. Rei chirped up a little. "I'm... I'm from the Ultor Mining City 3, District A in the Second Class's Sub-district, on the Planet Lago in the Corporate Empire of Krowemoh." That whole line seemed memorized, like she was repeating something that was said to her on a regular basis. "I... I'm called Rei. Rei Capek. I'm a Second-Class Citizen."

Brad turned and looked at the girl who had just spoken up for what seemed like the first time. "Uh..." Brad didn't know what to say as he was quite confused about her comment. "Second class citizen? Planet Lago? Krowemoh?" he didn't know what any of them were as he asked confusedly; though his eyes occasionally darted to her tail...

Rei nodded slowly. "My home is far, far away from here..." She noticed his eyes going to her tail, and she blushed. "I'm a Neko. We were created by the Goddess Cori many many years ago. We're her Children, and she's our Devine Mother. Umh, but I don't know why we were created. My Religious Teacher did not get to that part yet." Her cat ears twitched, and she turned her head towards the source of the sound she had heard...

"Well..I'm from beside the Supermarket...

And errr, you have a dog?"

Brad continued staring at her different appearance. "She looks like... like a cat," Brad whispered quietly to his sister on his other side.

Samantha in turn hit him the chest, though not hard enough to seriously hurt him. It was in part because she thought it was rude and in part because she realized that the girl had good hearing.

"Oh errrr, sorry" Blushed Mike as he realised talking about dogs in front of a cat-girl was not clever.

He wondered who would share his bunk, before looking back at the cat-girl.

"I'm Mike, hello ....Rei?"

Jarson tossed his stuff on a random bottom bunk. He then walked over to near the other children. He didn't speak, as he found no reason or want to. The life of an outcast and chaos-causing child was like that.

Nemo ignored the others and stayed silent. He didn't want to incure the wrath of the adults in charge.

Darius carefully placed his issued equipment on a top bunk close to the door. He wondered if he'd get a wall-locker or if he'd have to lock his kit in the bag at the foot of the bed...

Brad winced slightly as his sister hit him in the gut, but his strong willed personality persisted. "Well come on..." he whispered, "Look at her... she looks like a cat and she said she was from another planet! Thats friggin awesome!"

Samantha just shot him a glare and then turned away, facing straight across the aisle again.

Mike leaned in close to Brad,

"Wouldn't it be awesome to have a tail?" He whispered really really quietly, so only Brad could hear him.

"Thats what I am saying!" Brad said a little louder as he turned to Mike. "You could hang on a tree and still have the use of your hands..." he said as he was nearly drooling at the thought of it.

"I know! And you could take cookies without your parents stopping you! I really wan tone!" Said Mike, almost shouting as all thoughts of Rei caring were temporarily driven out of his head by the visions of having a tail.

Brad still oggling the "cat's" tail as he dreamed about all the things he could do with one. Oh so badly he wanted to have a tail now as he pictured how cool it would be to trick people with it; he would use it to tap somebody's other shoulder while he was talking to them, making them look to see that nobody was there - he giggled thinking about it.

"You maggots, get your shit in gear! Form a line, and follow me."

Adair started walking out immediatly after saying this, not giving them the chance to form a line. The hall was lined with soldiers, who would beat any student who fell out of beat with the others.

Adair brought them to the mess hall.

"OK everyone, it's time for breakfast. You will eat everything that we give you. And there will be no talking while you eat. Without further ado," he said as he pointed to the self explanitory cafeteria setup.

Behind the counter a big man slopped a large amount of scrambled eggs, several pieces of bacon, hashbrowns onto their trays. They also received a glass of orange juice and a glass of milk.

Jarson heard the two kids talking about the cat-girl's, Rei if he'd heard right, tail, "Don't they know that cats didn't have prehensile tails." He thought as he marvelled at the idiocy of the others he'd have to undergo this, whatever it was, with.

Jarson followed the man, taking lead. After he got his breakfast, he headed to a table away from the others to eat.

((OOC: I edited my post))

Brad was starving and couldn't wait to eat as he got his food. It looked delicious and as soon as he had sat down, he dug into it. Brad had an immense appetite unlike his twin sister, Samantha; though hers wasn't terrible, it couldn't compare to Brad's.

Rei had, due to her acute feline hearing, heard everything Brad and Mike were whispering about. She blushed, feeling a bit weird about being paid so much attention. Where she came from, everyone else was just like her, but now she was different, special, and she wasn't sure if she knew how to handle it.

Aidar yelled at them, and Rei did as instructed, falling into line. They entered the cafertia, Rei mimicing the ones ahead of her, taking a tray of food and sitting at one of the tables. She tries to sit alone, away from the others. Sighing, she digs into her food, starting to eat. Luckily, she hadn't eaten on the way over, so she was plenty hungry.

Nemo fell into line and followed the others out, staying quiet as he had been all the while. Breakfast, he could do with some food as he found himself particularly hungry. Looking at what they were given, he wondered if it would always be this good. The food was certainly better then what they had fed him. He took a seat alone and began to eat.

This was Mike's idea of Heaven as he sat down at the table with his plate filled. He sat on the same table as Brad, and as he dug into his own food, and was enthralled still with the vision of a tail, taking other people's food!

He soon was enthralled in his own food, forgetting about any tail...for now.

OOC: Ahh... The memories...

IC:

Darius was happy that he'd get such nice food here, it beat the hell out of balogna and cheese sandwiches. It was hot, and quite tasty, if the eggs where a little watery. This meant one thing, however; that they would be doing excessive amounts of physical training or some other such exertive activity...

'I wonder when we get guns?'

Darius smiled inwardly at the thought of shooting something big and loud...

((OOC: I was wondering if anyone would catch the motive behind the large meal. Also, feel free to have your student be punished by a guard if they didn't finish all their food.))

Adair pulled his pocket watch out, and flipped it open. He looked at it and smiled.

"Okay you little shits! Chow time's up!" He yelled shutting the watch with a satisfying click, "Bring your trays over there and make a line behind me."

As he knew Samantha wouldn't be able to finish such a big meal, Brad had been secretly taking small pieces of it as he stuffed his face. By the end of the meal, both plates were completely empty as both of the twins had as much as they needed and wanted.

After Brad finished off the last couple of crumbs from his plate, the two twins brought their trays where indictated and then stood in a line behind Adair.

Nemo finished off the last of his meal, since they often starved him he had been famished and was relived to have such a large meal. He stood up and went to place his try with the others and stood in the line.

Jarson had finished his breakfast early, or at least before the man called out for them to line up again. Shaking his head, he got up and walked over, carrying his tray as he marvelled at the appearent futility of it all.

Mike had not finished his food, but had seen most other people had. Thinking quickly he pushed the remains into his pockets.... for later.

He then went and lined up with the others.

One of the soldiers saw Mike stick the food in his pocket, and waited for him to line up with the others before singling him out.

"You.....With the deep pockets," he screamed at mike from right beside him.

With out another moment he quickly brought his foot down on the middle of Mike's leg. When he heard a sickening crack he pulled it away.

"Now walk over and explain to our lovely chef's why you couldn't finish their delicious food," he bellowed.

Adair watched this and a smile crossed his face, this soldier remembered when a student had taken someone elses tray, ah the memories.

"OK you maggots, as soon as our little friend takes care of this deed we're going to our next class," Adair announced for everyone to hear.

Brad and Samantha stood quietly in line as they waited with a whole host of emotions. They were nervous, scared, while at the same time they wanted to see what was next as theys tood in anticipation.

Jarson watched with something that could be construed as hunger as he watched the man hammer the other kid's leg. He was also interested in what this class would be about.

Rei quietly ate her meal, finishing most of it just as Adair announced for them to get up and form a line.

While she did eat the bacon, hashbrown, and drank all her milk, she didn't touch the eggs, and only drank about half the orange juice.

Standing with the tray, she brought it where specified, watching as another child got hit and then was forced to talk to the cheif about why he didn't finish the food. Her eyes came upon the soldier who had kicked him as she came to the spot where she was to dump her tray, her eyes a deep blood red with little white, her slit pupils already wavering with fear. Is he going to hurt me too now?

Brad and Samantha didn't see anything as they were near the front of the line and didn't dare turn to look, but nearly cringed as they heard the sound of bone being broken.

Sadistic bastards... Brad thought as he stared forward. They are goign to pay...

((OOC:I'd like to know how his vocabulary is so big, or why he doesn't have more fear for the system. A kid, living a normal kid's life when thrown into this situation would be scared all to hell. I could understand if he was pissed if they did it to his sister, but a kid he doesn't even know? Thats something entirely different. I'll stop being picky now, and quit with the playful jesting.))

Adair left the lone student with a broken leg to talk his sins over with the chef, and was about to tell them all to move out, when he noticed that Rei was in a similar situation. He called another soldier over, and said something in his ear. It was followed by a nod, and Adair led the students out.

The soldier picked Rei up with one hand by the scruff of her neck.

"Sorry lil' missy, we'll only look the other way so much. Don't hold it against me personally, we're only trying to make all these weaklings stronger, and I must admit, you look the most promising of all of them," he said all this while walking into the kitchen.

They passed the other kid, who was getting screamed at, and hit repeatedly with a ladel. The soldier tossed her in a heap on the floor, in the very back of the kitchen. Blood stains adorned the wall, and various knives were littered across the counter tops. A large man wearing a blood stained apron bustled about busily.

"Now look at this, your gonna get a nice long look at how tommorows breakfast will be made."

The soldier made no movement when a heavy door slid open with a loud clunk sound, and a hiss of a hydrolic mechanism filled the area. The room filled with the sounds of pigs. Several pigs crowded their way through the door and into a pen.

*******
Adair led the students outside. The area was huge, with a dense forest at the edge of sight. Several towers dotted the area, and every so often, a flash of light could be seen from them. Adair cleared his throat.

"We are going for a little run. I'm sure by now, some of you are thinking of trying to escape, which makes me very sad. If any of you try to escape, you will be shot. My snipers," he fumbled in his pocket for a second and pulled out a dirty, and bent ace of diamonds, "are top of the line, and if they suspect you are trying to escape, they will shoot," he held the ace out, which then had a hole in it and was followed by a loud cracking sound. "They are not instructed to shoot to kill, but after we are done with you, you will wish they had. Even if you do manage to get past my snipers, I assure you, you will never make it out of this facility alive. The second you hit the forest, you will have to evade traps at every corner, avoid patrols, and stand up to about one hundered miles of wilderness. To add a cherry on top, all your little friends here will pay for misguided action, so I suggest you all keep up."

He flung the ace at the first student in the line.

"We're gonna do this informally for now, I'll teach you all movements later," he paused for a second and then yelled, "HIT IT!"

He started jogging at what he considered a light jog, but for many people, even adults, would consider it a fairly fast pace.

Jarson happened to be the one the card had been thrown at. Out of curiosity, he picked up the card, pocketed it, and took off after the man. He wasn't really interested in escaping as he didn't exactly have a deathwish.

((OOC: I had the same concern about vocabulary and even commented on it, but some said that since these kids were supposedly special, they would be pretty advanced - I went with it. Brad and his sister, Samantha, are polar opposites. While she fears the system and would be pretty submissive, he is being rebellious. He isn't saying it because of what happened to the kid, but rather what happened to the kid reminded him of how badly he hated them already for what they did to Samantha. No problem in you being picky, its better to clear these things up.))

Samantha saw what an impressive shot the snipers were as she noticed the hole in the center of the playing card. Maybe I could be that go- she was thinking before her thoughts were interrupted by a loud yell.

It was her brother... Brad. After seeing the shot pierece the ace of diamonds, he had couped his hands around his mouth and called out, "Nice shot!" to the darkness.

Samantha cringed, but as she looked up, Adair had begun what seemed to her a breakneck pace. Brad on the other hand, dropped his hands and began running behind Adair without much problem, though still quite fast.

Nemo knew not to try escaping, he remembered what they did to him when he'd tried that before and getting shot was preferable however. Seeing the other kids had started running with Adair, Nemo did the same. The pace was fast, he found himself having to work hard just to keep up. Adair's pace was certainly not catering for how young they were, it was to make them work hard, Nemo was mindful of that fact.

((OOC: OOC Note from NoF. :P "keep in mind that the kids just ate a big meal, and running right after eating alot never goes well, especially at a fast pace." His words. :P))


Rei rubbed her arms as she stood up, taking a look around herself. She was in the very back of the kitchen. Old and relatively fresh blood stained the back wall, inside a contained area. The contained area was a small pen, marked off by a 'fence' made of what looks like PVC pipes.

The man with the blood stained apron pushes a button on the wall, a small panel opening followed by the sounds of hydraulics operating. A group of six pigs came into the pen. Rei blinked, her eyes going wide. She looked up to the soldier.

He put his hand on the top of her head, turning it so that she was watching the pigs. She cringed, but didn't resist, as he forced her to look.

The butcher and the soldier share a knowing nod as the man with the apron picks up a knife, and steps over the fence. He grabs one pig, the closet one to Rei at the time. Holding it in place with one arm, he takes the knife in his other hand and quickly jabs it in the side of the pigs neck. The pig sequels in pain, and then goes silent as the butcher slides the knife to the left, slitting its neck. Blood sprays from the hole in its neck in timed, controlled bursts, following the beat of its heart.

The butcher had held the pig and positioned it in such a way that the blood sprayed on Rei and the soldier, who was unphazed by it.

Rei, on the other hand, was very phazed by it. Her tail went stiff standing straight up at an angle from her body, and she started to tremble, staring down at the blood on her. Her mouth hung open, and when the second squirt of blood came, some got in her mouth.

Rei's eyes dilated, becoming narrow slits, and she retched, tasting the coppery taste of the blood in her mouth, vomiting up the meal she had just finished eating.

Her head swam, as the butcher dropped the dead pig, and moved to another one, wrestling it over to where the other one was and repeating the process.

She tried to turn her head, but the soldier forced her to watch, even going so far to to force her eyes open with his fingers. The pigs squeled in pain and agony, as each of the six were killed, right where Rei could see. Her whole body was trembling violently, words refused to come to her.

Rei fell into Absolute Terror, her knees buckling as she started screaming. The soldier tried to hold her up, but it seemed like her muscles just refused to cooperate, going limp and not supporting her weight. She screamed at full lung for a full second, before the soldier finally smacked her in the head with his fist, her eyes rolling in the back of her head as she lapsed into unconsciousness...

Darius followed behind the rest, keeping a fairly close space between himself and the lead man. He was quite full, but he would have to push on, even if it meant puking his guts out on the sidelines before continuing again.

It would be the price of being a soldier, and one he knew he would have to pay to follow in the footsteps of his father...

Jarson's internals where protesting the fact that he was preventing them from digesting his breakfast, and thus he developed a cramp. While he had to fall back a bit, he continued to run.

Like many of the kids, Samantha began developing a slight cramp from running (excessively) just after eating. It began nagging at her side and ever so slightly, she had to slow down in order to prevent total collapse.

Brad, on the other hand, seemed to be having no problems with the exercise. It had been a common sight back at home to see Brad finish stuffing his face and then go outside and run. Perhaps it didn't affect him or maybe he had just learned to ignore it, Samantha had thought many a time has she saw him playing on the lawn.

"Come on..." Brad whispered inaudibly to anyone else as he passed her, seeming to speed up unlike many others.

Nemo could feel a cramp emerge in his side as he continued to run with the others. He could feel his insides protest and made him want to vomit. A feeling began to come over him and made him want to pass out, but he wasn't going to let these bastards defeat them unlike what they did to him.

Adair finished his run, and watched as the stragglers caught up. The second the last of the students came in, the last three were grabbed by soldiers who seemed to come out of nowhere. Adair stood without having any pangs of pain, or showing any signs of breathing hard.

"Ok you maggots, lets get moving. Those last three will rejoin us shortly."

After having said that Adair made his way through some nearby doors. Outside several soldiers stood menacingly, making sure none of them hesitated. Inside, Adair stopped outside a door that had a sign that read '166' and was splattered in blood. He opened the door and held it open for the students that were filing past him, into the room. A younger man, with shoulder length hair stood inside, behind a desk. In front of him sat several rows of tables, each with several chairs facing the front of the room. In one of the chairs sat a lone girl, the cat girl.
The man watched as the students filed in, and he adjusted his glasses. If anything more than a breif glance was given to his face, it would be noticed that he had blood sprayed across his face and glasses. A sadistic smile was struck across his face, and a low laugh was let out. A blank black board behind him filled the wall.

((OOC: Sorry 'bout that, I hit midterms, and yeah, it was kinda stressfull. I'll try to not let that happen again, but I'm not promising anything.))

Jarson took a seat immediately behind the cat-girl, and glanced at the man at the desk. With a shrug, he wondered what they would be doing in this room.

ooc: Not a problem, and welcome back, oh and hope you did well on the mid-terms.

Rei was awake now, but her face was... Taunt... Her eyes wide and unfocused. She continuely trembled, her muscles randomly twitching. There was still some blood on her face and clothes, even in her hair. whose blood, the other children couldn't say.

She did not seem to acknowledge any of the other children, or even seemed to be aware of them. She sat in her desk, her eyes fixated on the blackboard opposite her...

By the end of the run, which Adair signaled by stopping himself, Brad had managed to make his way to the front of the group - one of the first people to stop as they reached Adair. He was slightly out of breath, but he did not intend on showing it.

Samantha had finished near the middle of the group, and was quite tried as they finished the fast paced run.

The two of them reunited and then walked towards doors that Adair led them to. Glancing up at the guards as they passed, they didn't give them a second thought; they had grown used to seeing guards in the few hours they had been there.

I wonder what this is all about... Brad thought as he took a seat in one the chairs towards the middle; Samantha next to him.

((OOC: No problem.))

Nemo still felt the pain in his side from the run, he had also almost felt sick but had held it in for fear of what they would do to him if he had vomited. Still trying to get his breath back, he went and sat down not noticing the blood on the mans face. Nemo stayed quiet, as much as he could considering he was still out of breath from the run.

((OOC: This is gonna be a short one, my arm is kinda FUBAR and typing is very painful. I'm not gonna bother waiting for Merc, as the last time he logged into his nation was twenty days ago.))

The man looked at all the students as they sat down. He looked at them, each and every one of them had had the nerve to sit down with out being given permission.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" he yelled at them, "Get on your fucking feet this instant, I never gave you permission to sit down."

Jarson stood, thought did it in a manner that boardered on the indolent.

Nemo's mind screamed as he forced himself to stand up. His legs ached and wanted to give way under him, he grimaced as a cramp went up his left leg.

Brad sighed internally and then quickly stood without a word. Samantha soon followed suit and stood beside the chair.

The man looked at the students, his long hair curling on the tips. He looked at the students, all of them standing behind their desks like scared field mice.

"TODAY!" He yelled as he slamed his fists on the desk. Several of the students jumped, most of the others just stood in place shaking, too scared to move. "We will be learning how to read, I assume most of you know at least what reading is."

He suddenly threw a piece of chalk at a student in the front row, who was shaking badly. The child colapsed in a heap on the floor when the chalk bounced off of his forehead.

Jarson smiled as he liked reading, with his reading level somewhat higher than his peers. He wondered what the level of the others were.

ooc: DMG is gone for a week(from a while ago)

((OOC:I know, althouhg if you look at his sig it says he gets back today, I was hoping you would pull a little cocky act and laugh at the kid, oh well, what's done is done))

"Well, now that I have your attention," he made a pause in his statement. His voice was hard to follow, but it was clear what he was saying, it was just hard to read him through his voice. "You may all sit down," he said, punctuating his sentance by hitting the backs of his fingers on the desk. "Your hands are to remain flat on the desk, and if for some reason I caLL on yoU, stanD up," his words started drifting.

He picked up a piece of chalk and began writing on the chalkboard. He wrote out the word 'It' and proceded to the word 'is' next came 'best' which went right through a bloody hand print which was streaking down the board. The whole sentance read "It is best if you learn to readm or death will meet you sooner rather than later"

He turned around and looked at the students. His blood stained face kind of drifted to look at the floor, and slowly raised again. "Who woulD likE to READ the sentanCE?"

Jarson looked at the sentance and figured the majority of it out. He was tempted to raise his hand, but instead replied, "I would." He had what was likely a dangerous reply in mind.

ooc: I wouldn't know(I have sigs off). And you'll get your cocky.

"It looks like we have our first contestant!" came his reply sarcasticly. His arm made a sweeping motion in front of his body and came to a halt pointing at Jarson. A silver flash was barely seen as a knife planted itself through Jarson's hand and into the table. "Go ahead little boy, read, read for your life."

A soldier that was in the back of the room ran up and pointed his pistol at Jarson's head.

Jarson gritted his teeth as he pulled the knife out of his hand, thankful it had missed the bones. With a strained voice, he replied, "It is best if you learn to read or death will meet you sooner rather than later." There was a very faint emphasis on the second 'you' in the sentance as the blood flowed out of his hand.

"Very good you little maggot, why don't you just come up here and teach the fucking class yourself?" He gave Jarson a look that was daring him to move from the spot.

The soldier took the knife as soon as he could, then both hands went back to his weapon. He was holding the knife and the pistol at the same time.

"I can not read well enought to teach, sir." Jarson replied as he covered the wound with his other hand to staunch some of the blood flow.

"Very well then." he said looking at the guard who went to the back of the room.

*******
The class continued with the teachers inane ramblings as he forced the alphabet on those who hadn't learned it before. Several hours had passed before Adair showed up again, to take the class to their next subject.

((OOC:I think this is a good stopping place for now, we'll continue when we get someother people posting, I'm really only expecting posts from you, Draconis, and DMG anymore. Maybe Krow, but I haven't seen her around.))

Jarson wrapped his hand in his shirt to better staunch the blood. The bloodstain began to slowly spread thought at a diminuishing rate as the skin began to slowly scab.

ooc: Alright

Both Brad and Samantha could read to some degree, though the latter had much more experience and ability to do so. However, Samantha at this point had learned that there was usually a price to pay for trying to be first or volunteering for anything and so she sat quietly as the other kid read the sentence.

Brad sat enjoying the irony of the statement being enacted upon the poor kid reading it.

The alphabet was pretty easy, though sometimes Brad mixed up whether 'm' or 'n' came first. He had, however, seemingly figured out a way to remember; he just thought of his sister's name 'Samantha' in which the 'm' preceded the 'n.'

OOC: Correct you are... I am back.

Nemo still had the cramp in his leg and was gently rubbing it as he listened to the class. He did know the alphabet, a different alphabet though and there were a few changes between this on and the one they taught him. Thinking back to things, he wondered what they had in mind by sending him here. Like many of the other kids in the room he was silent, having spoken almost nothing since they had woken up in that room.

((OOC:I'm sorry guys I started this with good intentions, then my life went to hell in a hand basket, and now I dont' have the motivation to finish this one. I'm sick of letting you guys down, I really want to give you quality, but I don't think I can manage here anymore. I know exactly where I want it to go, but most of the people in it have just dissapeared. I'm really sorry, but I'm gonna declare this officially dead.))

Understood, hope your life improves. It was fun.

((OOC:I'm sorry guys I started this with good intentions, then my life went to hell in a hand basket, and now I dont' have the motivation to finish this one. I'm sick of letting you guys down, I really want to give you quality, but I don't think I can manage here anymore. I know exactly where I want it to go, but most of the people in it have just dissapeared. I'm really sorry, but I'm gonna declare this officially dead.))

Alright, that is fine. It was fun while it lasted. Hope your life improves.

OOC: No problem, shame to see it die off though :(