...And also these.

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ROOMS BY CHARACTER

N - Q Nami Natasha Romanoff Nelkeila Tarid Nux Nyssa al Ghul Octavia Blake One Peggy Carter Phèdre nó Delaunay de Montrève

R - U R. Daneel Olivaw Rapunzel Remy LeBeau Riku Robin Redbreast Rogue Santanico Pandemonium Shawn Hunter Stefan (Alesci) Salvatore Steve "Orion" Rogers Steven Quartz Universe Souji Seta Stiles Stilinski Syeira Tadashi Hamada Tekhetsio

V - Z Vash the Stampede Vima Sunrider Vision (The) Wanda Maximoff Wrath Yamanaka Ino

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[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.

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Darkness. Silence. Fear.

Then voices. Again. What do you do?]

[thatwhichyields]

[Her breath comes quick. A pant that she smothers ruthlessly with her hand. She will not do that again, she cannot do that again.

This was not like being with a patron, this was not the enjoyable play of keeping still in the bedroom. Phedre, tears streaming for the corners of her eyes, trembles as she waits. No sound, not a whisper or a whimper, escapes her.]

[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.]