__Area_51__

Alua: My eyes widened "Three years?!?!! What the hell do they DO to us?!"

Ben

"experiment....try to get us to work for them....they think we're dangers...some of us are...." I said, staring down at my hands.

The Puppetmaster: I nodded, relaxing significantly, but keeping my ears trained for any hints of sound that may indicate the guards returning. "That's a relief..... im not hearing anything either."

Alua: I looked at him, my fury calming a bit "Are you dangerous?"

Nash

Eric? you there? I asked, reaching out to him in my mind. One of the advantages of being a cat....

Yeah, He answered back in his mind.

Aaron there?

He's here. He replied.

"hold on for a second..." I said to the puppet master, creeping to the wall and pulling out a loose brick on Eric's (Johnny) side.

Ben

"yes...." I said quietly, staring down at my hands. My Parentd had never let me go to real school, I had always been home schooled. Even they had thought I could be a danger...

Alua: I tilted my head "You don't look too scary" I smiled slightly

Ben

I shook my head, "...that doesn't change the fact that I'm dangerous..." She hadn't seen my hands, they were ugly looking. Pale as anything with black markings all over them...hideous.....they looked like scars almost...or runes.....

Alua: "Why are you dangerous?" I asked quietly

The Puppetmaster: "Oh.....? All right....." i said softly, falling silent as i heard him shift away. I curled in on myself a little more, nervous. Was something going on? I hoped that if something WAS going on, it was at least something good..... but the likelihood of that happening in a place like this.... was slim, at best.

Johnny

"What's up?" I grinned, seeing Owen's face on the other end.

"same as usual..." he said, rolling his eyes. "the whole nine yards of excitement."

Ben

I hesitated, scootching back so she couldnt reach me and pulling of my gloves. They were pale from lack of sun, almost paper white. Black markings circled around my wrist up to my fingers. I glared at them, hating the way they looked and what I could do. They were the reason I was here.

Alua: I tilted my head, examining them "What's wrong with them?"

Ben

"....marks of a theif..." I said simply. I was never sure what was truely my own. I could take talents, abilities, even drain people of their lifes...I was a freak....

Alua: I tilted my head 'Marks of a theif?" i asked, confused "You just steal things?"

Nash

"There's a new girl, not too far from my cell."

"really?" Johnny grinned, before getting Fred, who's voice I could hear on his end.

"Be right back," I said, slinking over to The puppetmaster. "Back again."

Ben

Not in the case she probably meant it... "no...Not in the physical sense, I take things though. Abilities... talents....stuff like that..." Even lives, I thought silently.

The Puppetmaster: I startled slightly as Nash reappeared, but quickly relaxed about as much as i ever did when i realized there was no immediate threat. "Hello again....." i said quietly. "Uhm.... if you don't mind me asking, what was that all about....?" i asked sort of hesitantly. I knew it was probably none of my business, likely just him talking to a friend or whatever, but i was still sort of curious, and he didnt have to answer if he didnt want to...

Alua: I tilted my head "Then I am safe with you. I don't have an ability I am just....what I am" I said quietly

Ben

That didn't mean I couldn't take something from her. I could take lives, talents, smarts, you name it...I could probably take it. I grunted in response, pulling on my gloves again and crawling back to my bed.

Nash

"A few friends of mine, I met them a while back."

Alua: I sighed "How long have you been here?" I asked, tugging at the chain with a scowl

((Mind if I join? I have a character who, in canon, has spent time in places similar to Area 51.))

Sure regret!!! Just throw someone in!

The Puppetmaster: I nodded thoughtfully. "Ah... i see..... you've been here a very long time, then?" i inquired semi-hesitantly.

Charrie Form:
Name: Natasha Troika
Age: 55
Apperance: Looks about nineteen. Think Emma Watson with black hair and crazy black eyes.
Abilities: Incredibly resistant to pain and injury. For instance, while being shot in the head would be a major setback for her, it is not fatal. She is capable of causing hallucinations, haunting effects on machinery, warping emotions, and hiding machinery and tools inside her own body.
She is also capable of seeing and interacting with the dead, and knows how to open Avernian Gates.
If that sounds like a grab-bag of powers, I assure you that there is a reason that ties them all together.
Prisioner or torturer: Prisoner, but only because she hasn't decided to leave.

you can take your pick between Ezra, Oliver, or Autumn

Ben
"Yup, three years..." I answered, staring down at my hands.

Nash
"Three years, since I was fourteen."

The Puppetmaster: From the safety of the hood that shielded my face, i frowned slightly. "Im sorry..... that..... that is a horribly long time to be in a place such as this....." i said. I'd only been here a few months..... i couldnt imagine how horrible it would be to be trapped here for three years.

Natasha is lead along a cold stone corridor by a pair of guards. Their eyes don't seem to be focusing properly. As she is lead (or perhaps as she leads) past Ezra's cell, she holds up a hand.
"Your boss told you to throw me in this cell, remember? And he told you to be gentle, remember?"
The guards open the door to the cell next to Ezra's and usher her in. As they lock the doors their eyes focus again and they stumble away looking faintly puzzled.