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OCTAVIA BLAKE

[grounds]

[WARNING: child abuse, blood, murder, gore, torture.]

[Your eyes are closed, and it's dark.

You open your eyes, and it's dark. So dark, still dark. You clutch your stuffed rabbit to your chest like a child. Somehow, you are a child, a little girl.

Silence. You know you're supposed to be quiet. Fear is guiding the feeling. Why? It's hard to say. You lay there, waiting. Quiet, darkness, fear. It's almost overwhelming.

Then suddenly, voices! Muffled, of course, but voices nonetheless. A grown woman and a few grown males. There are footsteps. The sound is off. It takes you a moment to realize-- they're above you.

Footsteps above you. Darkness. Fear.

You're under the floor. It dawns on you. You're a child, kept under the floor. Why? By whom? For how long?

The voices are still going, steps growing nearer. You want out, to escape. But something's holding you back. What is it?

Now's the time to decide what you do. You can yell for help. Pound on the metal above you. Stay as silent as death. Scream.

It's up to you, but whatever it is, you'd better do it quickly.]

[resnipstance]

[Why, yell, of course.]

Hey-- hey! I'm in here! Let me out!

[She's always one to act first, ask questions later.]

[grounds]

[The voices suddenly stop, just alerted to your presence. Muttering begins again, and you hear the woman's muffled sobs begin. Another voice-- a younger male-- begins to yell in protest. 'Stop. No, don't.'

Above you, scraping sounds are heard, and the voices grow nearer. They're right above you. A creaking sound begins, and suddenly you're blinded by bright light. Your vision clears. You get a look at your surroundings.

All of the men, save the younger one, are wearing a black uniform. One of them, face indistinguishable from the others, hauls you out of your hiding place. He's gripping you tightly by the shoulder. It hurts, his fingers pressing into your muscles, almost like claws.

The woman's crying now, appearing terrified, despite the defiant look on her face. The other male-- Bellamy, you realize-- is being restrained by two of the uniform clad men. He's yelling louder, fighting to get to you or the woman...

Your mother. Your veins suddenly turn to ice. What have you done? She'll be floated, released from the Ark's airlock, into space. Execution. All for what? Having a second child?

All of this hits you at once. A scream erupts from you, silent until now. There are no words, just fear in the form of a throat burning scream.

The man drags you away, claws tearing into your flesh, your protests brushed aside like a light breeze. You mean nothing. You can do nothing. Everyone you love will die, and it's all your fault. He drags you to the doorway, and as you go through, you black out.

---

Darkness. Silence. Fear.

Then voices. Again. What do you do?]

[resnipstance]

[The fUCK?!]

Hey! What's the big idea?!

[Pound pound pound pound. I'M GOING TO FIGHT EVERYTHING. LET ME OUT. I'LL FIGHT YOU. I'LL FIGHT YOUR MOM.]

[unfulfilledpotential]

[Shawn's too unsettled to scream. Carefully, so as to not alert the grown-ups to where he (she?) is, he lifts his hands as if to gauge how heavy the floor is. If he can lift it when the grown ups aren't around? He'll wait until they're gone.

In the meantime, he's gonna stay as silent as a mouse. Those footsteps don't sound good to him.]

[grounds]

[You stay quiet. That's good. You don't want them to find you, you know that now.

A couple minutes pass. More talking, more footsteps, some almost on top of you. But eventually, they leave. You feel more relaxed.

The hatch above you is slowly lifted open. You're free to get out now. When you do, the area around you isn't at all what it should be.

There's a giant metal ship behind you-- the drop ship, sent from the Ark-- and a camp surrounding you. Tents and the occasional shoddily built hut stem out from giant metal ship. Enclosing the camp is a fence. Sharp stick, pieces of metal, poles, rods, almost anything possible to salvage is used. It's safe.

A young man walks towards you. It's your brother-- No. Octavia's brother. Bellamy. He stops in front of you and reaches out. Except it's beside you. Turning, there's Octavia, only different. They hug like they haven't seen each other in weeks. You go entirely unnoticed.

His arm still around her shoulder, they begin to walk away. You watch them, and Octavia looks back, eyes staring right at you. She knows you're there. No one else seems to. Only now does it register; there are dozens of others milling about, all teenagers.

Where you go now is up to you. Inside the dropship. Into a tent. Out a hole in the fence. Or just stay where you are.]

[unfulfilledpotential]

[Well, this certainly isn't weird at all. Shawn shivers as he climbs out of the floor and stares at his surroundings. Normally, his dreams don't make much sense, but this is weird, even by his standards.

He mouths Octavia's name, just as she walks away from him. It probably didn't mean anything. He dreams about his friends all the time! No big deal, no big...

Shawn stuffs his hands and moves towards the tent. Might as well explore the rest of the place before he tries to leave.]

[takeabow]

[ pound on the ceiling, obviously ]

[grounds]

[The voices suddenly stop, just alerted to your presence. Muttering begins again, and you hear the woman's muffled sobs begin. Another voice-- a younger male-- begins to yell in protest. 'Stop. No, don't.'

Above you, scraping sounds are heard, and the voices grow nearer. They're right above you. A creaking sound begins, and suddenly you're blinded by bright light. Your vision clears. You get a look at your surroundings.

All of the men, save the younger one, are wearing a black uniform. One of them, face indistinguishable from the others, hauls you out of your hiding place. He's gripping you tightly by the shoulder. It hurts, his fingers pressing into your muscles, almost like claws.

The woman's crying now, appearing terrified, despite the defiant look on her face. The other male-- Bellamy, you realize-- is being restrained by two of the uniform clad men. He's yelling louder, fighting to get to you or the woman...

Your mother. Your veins suddenly turn to ice. What have you done? She'll be floated, released from the Ark's airlock, into space. Execution. All for what? Having a second child?

All of this hits you at once. A scream erupts from you, silent until now. There are no words, just fear in the form of a throat burning scream.

The man drags you away, claws tearing into your flesh, your protests brushed aside like a light breeze. You mean nothing. You can do nothing. Everyone you love will die, and it's all your fault. He drags you to the doorway, and as you go through, you black out.

---

Darkness. Silence. Fear.

Then voices. Again. What do you do?]

[takeabow]

[ try to get oriented and listen to what the voices are saying ]

[digthefuzz]

[Kurt looks around in sudden confusion and a wave of fear. He chooses... to pound on the metal and shout.]

Is anybody out there? Anybody?!

[grounds]

[The voices suddenly stop, just alerted to your presence. Muttering begins again, and you hear the woman's muffled sobs begin. Another voice-- a younger male-- begins to yell in protest. 'Stop. No, don't.'

Above you, scraping sounds are heard, and the voices grow nearer. They're right above you. A creaking sound begins, and suddenly you're blinded by bright light. Your vision clears. You get a look at your surroundings.

All of the men, save the younger one, are wearing a black uniform. One of them, face indistinguishable from the others, hauls you out of your hiding place. He's gripping you tightly by the shoulder. It hurts, his fingers pressing into your muscles, almost like claws.

The woman's crying now, appearing terrified, despite the defiant look on her face. The other male-- Bellamy, you realize-- is being restrained by two of the uniform clad men. He's yelling louder, fighting to get to you or the woman...

Your mother. Your veins suddenly turn to ice. What have you done? She'll be floated, released from the Ark's airlock, into space. Execution. All for what? Having a second child?

All of this hits you at once. A scream erupts from you, silent until now. There are no words, just fear in the form of a throat burning scream.

The man drags you away, claws tearing into your flesh, your protests brushed aside like a light breeze. You mean nothing. You can do nothing. Everyone you love will die, and it's all your fault. He drags you to the doorway, and as you go through, you black out.

---

Darkness. Silence. Fear.

Then voices. Again. What do you do?]

[digthefuzz]

[It's utterly and completely horrifying, and some aspects hit Kurt so close to home.

My... my mother...

And then, he's in the darkness, hearing voices again. He doesn't even breathe now because he's so worried. And he wonders, if this where the men brought him? Or is he back - did he actually go back?

Ultimately, Kurt decides to wait quietly and try to listen, to see if he could recognize any of the voices speaking from what just happened, and to try to make out what they could be saying.]

i had to ...

[frigidaire]

[ not again.

that is all isaac can think is not again. it's not the freezer he's used to, not the same, but it's tight and dark and there are voices and sounds he doesn't understand. and maybe he should be quiet, wait for the noise to pass but the rising panic claws up his throat, fills his chest with a desperate pressure. ]

Let me out! Let me out! I'll fix it. I'll fix it, I swear. [ and he beats on the panel above him, beats until his skin feels raw, the roy rabbit left forgotten beside him. dream or not, whether he realizes he's a little girl or someone else entirely, it's hard to say -- all he can feel is the closeness of the darkness, the unsteady desperate breathing rattling from his chest, and the voices looming above. ]

perfection

[grounds]

[The voices suddenly stop, just alerted to your presence. Muttering begins again, and you hear the woman's muffled sobs begin. Another voice-- a younger male-- begins to yell in protest. 'Stop. No, don't.'

Above you, scraping sounds are heard, and the voices grow nearer. They're right above you. A creaking sound begins, and suddenly you're blinded by bright light. Your vision clears. You get a look at your surroundings.

All of the men, save the younger one, are wearing a black uniform. One of them, face indistinguishable from the others, hauls you out of your hiding place. He's gripping you tightly by the shoulder. It hurts, his fingers pressing into your muscles, almost like claws.

The woman's crying now, appearing terrified, despite the defiant look on her face. The other male-- Bellamy, you realize-- is being restrained by two of the uniform clad men. He's yelling louder, fighting to get to you or the woman...

Your mother. Your veins suddenly turn to ice. What have you done? She'll be floated, released from the Ark's airlock, into space. Execution. All for what? Having a second child?

All of this hits you at once. A scream erupts from you, silent until now. There are no words, just fear in the form of a throat burning scream.

The man drags you away, claws tearing into your flesh, your protests brushed aside like a light breeze. You mean nothing. You can do nothing. Everyone you love will die, and it's all your fault. He drags you to the doorway, and as you go through, you black out.

---

Darkness. Silence. Fear.

Then voices. Again. What do you do?]

[redactions]

[ It's dark and his body is small, the left hand still flesh. The space is small too, closed and choking. The air doesn't circulate. Footsteps echo unpleasantly. ]

[ He decides on silence. If they think no one is here, they won't think to look. ]

[grounds]

[You stay quiet. That's good. You don't want them to find you, you know that now.

A couple minutes pass. More talking, more footsteps, some almost on top of you. But eventually, they leave. You feel more relaxed.

The hatch above you is slowly lifted open. You're free to get out now. When you do, the area around you isn't at all what it should be.

There's a giant metal ship behind you-- the drop ship, sent from the Ark-- and a camp surrounding you. Tents and the occasional shoddily built hut stem out from giant metal ship. Enclosing the camp is a fence. Sharp stick, pieces of metal, poles, rods, almost anything possible to salvage is used. It's safe.

A young man walks towards you. It's your brother-- No. Octavia's brother. Bellamy. He stops in front of you and reaches out. Except it's beside you. Turning, there's Octavia, only different. They hug like they haven't seen each other in weeks. You go entirely unnoticed.

His arm still around her shoulder, they begin to walk away. You watch them, and Octavia looks back, eyes staring right at you. She knows you're there. No one else seems to. Only now does it register; there are dozens of others milling about, all teenagers.

Where you go now is up to you. Inside the dropship. Into a tent. Out a hole in the fence. Or just stay where you are.]

[versusnurture]

[This is an easy one.]

[She has been afraid before, but a long time ago someone taught her to turn fear into anger. It comes automatically to her now, bubbling up in her chest, an ice-cold anger as she stares wide-eyed in the darkness up at the metal above her, as she explores it with her fingers. This one is easy. She knows what to do. Anything is better than being in a cage.]

[She opens her mouth, and breathes, and screams.]

[grounds]

[The voices suddenly stop, just alerted to your presence. Muttering begins again, and you hear the woman's muffled sobs begin. Another voice-- a younger male-- begins to yell in protest. 'Stop. No, don't.'

Above you, scraping sounds are heard, and the voices grow nearer. They're right above you. A creaking sound begins, and suddenly you're blinded by bright light. Your vision clears. You get a look at your surroundings.

All of the men, save the younger one, are wearing a black uniform. One of them, face indistinguishable from the others, hauls you out of your hiding place. He's gripping you tightly by the shoulder. It hurts, his fingers pressing into your muscles, almost like claws.

The woman's crying now, appearing terrified, despite the defiant look on her face. The other male-- Bellamy, you realize-- is being restrained by two of the uniform clad men. He's yelling louder, fighting to get to you or the woman...

Your mother. Your veins suddenly turn to ice. What have you done? She'll be floated, released from the Ark's airlock, into space. Execution. All for what? Having a second child?

All of this hits you at once. A scream erupts from you, silent until now. There are no words, just fear in the form of a throat burning scream.

The man drags you away, claws tearing into your flesh, your protests brushed aside like a light breeze. You mean nothing. You can do nothing. Everyone you love will die, and it's all your fault. He drags you to the doorway, and as you go through, you black out.

---

Darkness. Silence. Fear.

Then voices. Again. What do you do?]

[mylegacy]

[A child. He is a child. He is a child, isn't he? It feels like a hundred years since he was a child, if he ever was, but that's what his mind and memory is telling him now: you are small and vulnerable, you have to stay still, stay hidden, they're coming.]

[Who?]

[Everyone.]

[It feels like the air is pressing down all around him, stealing the breath from his lungs, like a wall of rock is pushing him down into the ground, like he can feel his ribs and spine being slowly crushed, like--]

[He makes no sound. Bites his lip until it bleeds, and stays silent.]

[grounds]

[You stay quiet. That's good. You don't want them to find you, you know that now.

A couple minutes pass. More talking, more footsteps, some almost on top of you. But eventually, they leave. You feel more relaxed.

The hatch above you is slowly lifted open. You're free to get out now. When you do, the area around you isn't at all what it should be.

There's a giant metal ship behind you-- the drop ship, sent from the Ark-- and a camp surrounding you. Tents and the occasional shoddily built hut stem out from giant metal ship. Enclosing the camp is a fence. Sharp stick, pieces of metal, poles, rods, almost anything possible to salvage is used. It's safe.

A young man walks towards you. It's your brother-- No. Octavia's brother. Bellamy. He stops in front of you and reaches out. Except it's beside you. Turning, there's Octavia, only different. They hug like they haven't seen each other in weeks. You go entirely unnoticed.

His arm still around her shoulder, they begin to walk away. You watch them, and Octavia looks back, eyes staring right at you. She knows you're there. No one else seems to. Only now does it register; there are dozens of others milling about, all teenagers.

Where you go now is up to you. Inside the dropship. Into a tent. Out a hole in the fence. Or just stay where you are.]

[thatwhichyields]

[The smallness of the place reminds Phedre of being locked in the bottom of a tribute box, her hips and shoulder crushed.

She breathed, quick and hard through her nose, trying to swallow the desire to pound on the wood above her head.

Why was she here, what was going on - panic was quickly taking over.]

[grounds]

[The voices and steps continue. Now's the time to act if you're going to, and you'd better make it quick.]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash hasn't been bothered by the dark before, but being cramped and the feeling of fear is a bit overwhelming. He doesn't want to be stuck down here any longer, but he's always been one to trust his gut and stays quiet.

He strains his now rather small ears as he tries to quietly shift and move about. Hands carefully searching and exploring what they can. Perhaps there will be a way out he can find on his own.]

[grounds]

[You stay quiet. That's good. You don't want them to find you, you know that now.

A couple minutes pass. More talking, more footsteps, some almost on top of you. But eventually, they leave. You feel more relaxed.

The hatch above you is slowly lifted open. You're free to get out now. When you do, the area around you isn't at all what it should be.

There's a giant metal ship behind you-- the drop ship, sent from the Ark-- and a camp surrounding you. Tents and the occasional shoddily built hut stem out from giant metal ship. Enclosing the camp is a fence. Sharp stick, pieces of metal, poles, rods, almost anything possible to salvage is used. It's safe.

A young man walks towards you. It's your brother-- No. Octavia's brother. Bellamy. He stops in front of you and reaches out. Except it's beside you. Turning, there's Octavia, only different. They hug like they haven't seen each other in weeks. You go entirely unnoticed.

His arm still around her shoulder, they begin to walk away. You watch them, and Octavia looks back, eyes staring right at you. She knows you're there. No one else seems to. Only now does it register; there are dozens of others milling about, all teenagers.

Where you go now is up to you. Inside the dropship. Into a tent. Out a hole in the fence. Or just stay where you are.]