One x One discussion

Here it is! This is the plot that I typically use, and it has different genres, twists, etc.:

(Character)
[Ava Gage, 17, Female. Choppy brown hair, grey-green eyes, medium-toned skin. Scar just under her chin, stretching to her right shoulder. Roughly 5'7", and has an athlete's body.]

(Possible settings/plot twists:)
•Sci-Fi:
-Takes place in future, and she stole something
-Takes place in present day, or near future, and is a part of a rebel org., running away from gov--or vice versa.
-Takes place in near future, and is running from gov. or rebel group, because she escaped before.
•Supernatural:
-Takes place in future, she has a power, and is being hunted for it.
•Paranormal:
-*sigh* vamp/werewolf/incubus is trying to feed/turn/...
•Action:
-Is an 'enemy' spy, running from gov. or vice versa
-Is a hacker, and stole files.

As always, you can come up with ideas!

(Plot)
Ava leaps off of the rooftop, in full sprint. Her backpack bounces between her shoulder blades, and she breathlessly looks behind her. A man, clad in all black, barrels toward the girl, and she darts off once more. Ava turns left, and runs into _(your character)_, ______'s eyes cold and malicious. She's been running away from him and his organization, and they've finally caught her.

I like the idea of someone having a power and being hunted down for it. Perhaps they live in a world where people with powers are prisoners, constantly being drained of their energy so that the government can power certain weapons and such. And there could be a group of rebels, who are the people with powers fighting back.

Just one thing: I request that I either play the girl or we do doubles...

Oh, yeah. Sorry. I'll do doubles.

So...Ava, and...

Blake West
20
Male
Black hair, green eyes.
Government.
He's cruel, unforgiving, and unsympathetic.

Ava's going to have the power of being able to control memories/unconsciousness.

Okay, cool!
Here are mine..

Name: Emberlyn Mae Johnson
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Appearance: Long, chocolatey brown hair that is wavy. Teal eyes. Ivory skin. About 5'6
Personality: compassionate, clever, and intelligent. She is naive and sees beauty in everything.
Power: Sees glimpses of the future.

Name: August Leonard Adler
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance: Light, almost white hair that is usually pulled back into a small ponytail. It goes to just below his ears when down. He has blue eyes and is about 6 foot, with fair skin.
Personality: Quiet, reserved, intelligent. He often knows more than he says. He is very loyal to the government.

Nice. Want to start with Ava/August where I left off, and start Blake/Emberlyn?

Sure! I'll start! One moment...

August stared at Ava and then a menacing smile slowly crept into his lips. "Well, hello, there. You are in trouble, miss..." August pulled his gun out of it's holster, aiming it at Ava. He thought it quite ironic that the same power that she was willing to defend would be used against her, for this gun ran off of power from the gifted ones. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way, but you're going back to that cell." He warned, voice threatening and cold. There was no emotion in August's face whatsoever.

Emberlyn had just gotten out, sneaking past guards and officials as quietly as a mouse, as sneaky as a feline. It was times like these that made her glad that she was light on her feet. Ember had already heard the emergency alarms go off, and she knew she wasn't the only one that was planning on escaping tonight. She snuck behind an alleyway, leaning her back against the wall so she could catch her breath and concentrate. Ember was trying to figure out where the others were, closing her eyes and trying to search the future, but she couldn't seem to pull herself together enough to see.

(( Aack! Storms! ))

Ava stared at August with mixed fear and determination, setting her jaw. "I'm not going back." She looked around, hopefully for an exit, but none were to be found. Ava had ran into a dead end, and was cornered by a wall and fencing on three sides, and August on the other. The girl had thought about using her power, but she knew that her attempt would be futile. "You won't be able to get me to go back." Ava said through gritted teeth, her voice wavering slightly.


Blake was monitoring the security screens, watching heat sensor cameras, and he saw something move, but only slightly. Ah. There she is. He double-checked the location of Emberlyn, and paged all guards to be alert in that area. Blake grabbed his gun and didn't bother to holster it, but simply turned the safety off.

((Same here! Well, the storms are coming but they haven't hit yet. Shouldn't be too long though...))

August chuckled darkly, her words not seeming to faze him at all. He kept his calm, cold composure, his gun unwavering. "Oh really?" He asked, taking a slow step towards her. "And why won't I? Sweetheart, I believe you are out of options. There is no where for you to run. There is no where to go but back to that cell of yours...why not just make it easier for the both of us?" There was clear disgust in his voice, for he was raised to believe the gifted were no ood. They were evil, power hungry creatures that would turn on you the first chance they got, according to his commanders.


Ember caught a glimpse of something: The movement of a gun. But that was all she could see at the moment, for Emberlyn couldn't concentrate at all. Her breathing had finally slowed, along with her pulse, and she knew she had to start running again or she would be caught. But, Ember had another problem, a raging headache. Being what the government called a "prophet" had its side effects. Her head throbbed, making it hard for her to even think of her next move. Ember managed to start moving again, ignoring the pressure in he rhead as she sprinted from alley to alley.

(( Yeah, I see that you're in Indiana. I'm in a 'burb of Chicago, and...oh god. We're under a tornado warning. Until 1am. ))

Ava backed up, the chain-link fence digging into her back. She didn't even try to hide it now, and the fear was explicit on her face. "I have a name," she spat, "And I'm not going by will." Her hands were shaking, and she didn't know why she didn't try to use her power. As soon as Ava did attempt, she felt even more fatigued, and her head would hurt.


Blake was just around the corner, leading a pack of guards. He was ready to stun the girl, and shoot if necessary. Blake would rather just take her unharmed, however, because of her importance. "Alpha team one, go." He rounded the corner, seeing the girl, and raised his weapon. "Don't move, miss. I'll shoot."

August raised an eyebrow, taking another step forward. "I gave you a choice, Ava Gage. Easy way or hard way?" Another slow, menacing step forward. His eyes shined triumphantly, because in his mind, this battle was already won. "And you just chose the hard way." He fired the gun, sending a ray of color out to strike the fence next to her, making it smoke. That was his warning. August headed for her, now, pushing her against the fence and reaching for his cuffs.


Ember froze, a deer caught in the headlights. She took a cautious step backwards. "I don't want any trouble." She said softly. Emberlyn had a soft, delicate voice, similar to the chiming of bells. She wasn't a fighter and it was probably obvious. Her only advantages were that she was clever and she was quick....and she knew what he would do before he did it. "Please, sir...Just let me leave. They never have to know..." Her tone wasn't exactly begging, because she was too proud for that.

Ava pressed more of herself into the fence, trying to get as far away from August as possible. She saw the gleam of victory in his eyes, and averted her gaze. The bright streak of light made her flinch and cry out, as it was only mere inches from her face. Ava felt herself be flipped against the fence, and her wrists were cuffed in biospecific restraints, which would only open to certain people, and only close on her. If she managed to get out of them before they were opened, they would quickly tattoo her skin with a tracking disk and bright blue dye. Ava fought back tears, and struggled against August.


Blake should've lowered his weapon and softened at the sight of her, but he kept his gun up, unsympathetic. "Miss, I can't. You have to come with me, now, or I'll use force." He motioned silently for the rest of the guards to back away, and Blake approached her. "Please don't make me use this." The please was just for show; a call for trust. He subtly moved his hand to his pocket, where a pair of BioCuffs sat, honed in on Ember.

((Maybe something should happen so that August and Blake get stuck with them...some how ending up at the rebel camp by mistake?))

August held her with ease as he cuffed her. "Ms. Gage, please stop trying to resist." He asked, eyes turning cold again, victory shining within them. He leaned closer to whisper in her ear. "It's over." He said. August pulled away, leaving her in the cuffs. "Now walk. Go." He commanded. August was tired, honestly. He just wanted to go home. These late night escapes were killing him since they happened so often. Luckily, August heard reinforcements coming from around the block, there footsteps synchronized.

Emberlyn closed her eyes for a moment, which was odd since she should have kept her eyes on Blake and the other guards. But she closed her eyes anyway, taking a deep breath and searching. "You won't use it, Blake. In just a moment, you're guard over there. The big one with blonde hair, will hit the gun out of your hands. He's a spy. He's here to help me." She opened her eyes again. She was bluffing, truthfully, just trying to trick him, get him off his guard for just a moment. Ember's eyes shined brightly as they did when she used her power. But her head was pounding!

(( Okay. That works. ))

Ava kept fighting, her hands tightly bound together. She remembered the day she was taken--Ava was seven, and her hair was long and braided. A boy, the son of a government official, was picking on her, bullying her, for her long hair. He said it was like a dog tail, which meant that she was a bitch. Ava didn't like that, and she made him be in a coma for a week, just by frowning. The next day, she was outside with her friend, Dana, and a van pulled up, with tons of men in black. They carried large guns, and she was scared. One of them knocked her unconscious, and she woke up in the same cell she had been in for ten years, terrified and puffy eyed. Ava continued fighting until August let go of her, and she shivered at his words. The girl was equally tired as he sounded, and walked straight, back the way she came.

Blake raised an eyebrow at her statement, her premonition. He ran his tongue over his teeth, and spun quickly, stunning the mentioned guard, then keeping his finger on the trigger, aimed at her chest. "And you said I wouldn't use it?" He sneered, taking the cuffs out of his pocket, and lunging for her arm. Blake bent Ember's arms behind her back, gripping her wrists together and cuffing the girl quickly.

August sighed, walking behind her, staying six paces behind her the entire walk. He didn't choose this job: It was his dad who had wanted him to go into the military. August's own father had been a corporal back in the day and wanted desperately to pace the legacy on to August. August didn't know what he would do if he wasn't enlisted, so he tried not to think about it. He kept his gun lowered, with the knowledge that his quick hands could save him or stop her if need be. They were just about to enter the prison when August saw something out of the corner of his eye. It was light, blinding white light. He squinted against it...and saw a huge HoverHeli, a coptor with the rotators on the bottom and a huge seating area inside. August immediately tried to duck for cover, not knowing if it was there's or not. And then he felt something hit his side. Just like that, August was out cold.


Ember gasped when Blake stunned the guard, not expecting him to actually shoot. She certainly didn't want anything to happen to that poor man. She had just meant to distract Blake for a moment. She squeeled as he put the cuffs on, feeling the trapped once again. And then she saw the white light and couldn't hear anything for a moment. Tears were in her wide eyes as she tried to figure out what it was...and when she did, her eyes only got wider. Was it reinforcements? She didn't want more guards after her...

Ava was downcast, her hands and arms aching. She tried not to look at the motto above the door, "Today's protection for a better tomorrow," and almost tripped on her way in. Then the noise sounded--an unbearable, loud, metal-against-metal sound. A bright light blinded her vision, and she winced, backing up from the copter. Some people dressed in black swarmed her and August, and one held a large, glowing gun, that was smoking at the top. August was on the ground, unconscious, a small, florescent patch on his arm. Ava knew enough to know that the patch was used in the medical field, and was for putting people to sleep before surgeries. They would last for as long as it glowed, and as long as it was on. She stared at all of them with fear, and one pulled off a mask. "Don't worry," they said, and Ava relaxed. It was a big mistake, and she felt a slap on her arm. The last thing she remembered before it all went black was seeing her and August carried into the ship, and she was screaming.

Blake heard a scream, and roughly grabbed Ember, holding his gun to her head, the stun turned to maximum. He rounded the corner, following a blinding light, expecting it to be some of his men. No, it was just the opposite. Some of the rebels spotted him, starting over in his direction. He made the gun more prominent, gritting his teeth. "Don't move! I'll shoot!"

Ember was screaming. She squirmed, desperately trying to get away from Blake. She could feel the gun's barrel against her head, knowing that just one flick of Blake's finger could kill her. But he couldn't do that, right? Ember was valuable and she knew that...but she could only concentrate on one thing: her life flashing before her eyes. Ember closed them, trying to see into her own future...but she couldn't see her own future, only other peoples. Unfortunately, Ember had nothing. She didn't know whether she would live or die....
And then something hit her chest and she blacked out. The next patch was sent at Blake, so quick that no one would be able to act fast enough.


August was carried on a stretcher into the HoverHeli, laid on one of the tiny cots nolted to the floors. These HoverHelis were mainly used for military transports. Another man carried Ava to another cot. And then another grabbed Ember and Blake.

Blake saw the people advancing, and two of them raised large, glowing guns. He tightened his grip on his own gun, but the rebels did something odd--fire at Ember. A patch of glowing blue hit her chest, and she was out cold, limp in his arms. Before he could react, one hit his chest, knocking the air out of him.

Ava lay on the stretcher, her breaths shallow and short. The patch was still glowing brightly, and the HoverHeli started into the air, after getting the rest of the child and teen prisoners.

((Should we skip ahead? I don't know what else to rp for an unconscious person...lol))

Ember lay limp on her cot, and after a while she was haunted by dreams that had yet to happen. Premonitions of people she didn't even know. This happened to her all the time and often, these visions were not ones of good fortune, but of bad things happening to these strangers. Even thought Ember didn't know them, her heart went out to them, because it was almost like she could feel their pain herself.


August could feel pressure even though he was out cold. It was a familiar pressure: the one you get when rising into the air at incomprehendable speeds. A woman in a dark uniform came over to him, readjusting the patch on his arm and then moving to check on the others, wanting to make sure they would all stay asleep the whole ride.

(( Yeah, sure. xD I totally was thinking the same. ))

Blake woke in a bed, in a small room with no windows, no clocks, just a small bed, a fixed light at the top, a heavy locked door, and a camera in the corner. He was trained not to panic, and that's exactly what he did. Blake merely sat up, scanning his surroundings. He had a patch on the back of his neck, that was only glowing faintly. When Blake yanked it off, small needles injecting a sedative pulled out of his skin, the ones on the patch.

Ava woke with a jolt, panicking, looking around frantically. She didn't recognize the room she was in, or even where she was, or what happened. Something scratchy and warm was on the back of her neck, and she reached for it, pulling the patch off. Her room was bleak, and uncomfortable, and she felt like the camera was boring into her.

When August woke up, he found himself in a room that was not part of the prison. He stretched, sitting up with a yawn. The room was tiny, with barely any furniture at all: only the bed...and a camera. He must have been a prisoner himself now, kidnapped by rebels. He sighed, standing. August didn't know if he actually would hate this or not...he considered it more of a vacation with a bunch of simpletons. It was certainly better than constant drills and search parties. And then August noticed the patch on his neck. He ripped it off swiftly and examined it.


Ember's eyes flew open, shining brightly for a second before they selted into their normal teal. She was free of her dream apparently...but it looked like she was trapped somewhere else. There was a lady in the room with her, who was in what looked like a silver, skintight jumpsuit. Ember sat up, narrowing her eyes. "Um, excuse me, miss..." She said. When the lady heard her, she jumped, not expecting Ember to be awake yet, obviously. The woman blinked and then hurried out of the room, scurrying through the heavy door at an almost unnatural speed.

Ava stood, walking over to the door. She looked out of the small porthole in it, but only saw her own reflection. One way mirrors were common everywhere, and used frequently to catch rebels and officials alike. "Hello?" Her voice was hoarse, and she pounded on the door once. "Hello?" At least back in the prison, someone would come and mock her, but this didn't look like the prison at all. Ava heard footsteps and a click at the door, and someone opened it, holding a small briefcase. She motioned for Ava to go lie back down, and Ava obliged, terrified. The woman with the briefcase started prepping the crook of Ava's elbow, and tied a piece of rubber around her bicep. She then took out a syringe, and gently stuck it in Ava's vein, drawing blood. After that was done, the woman left, taping a small piece of cotton to the injection site, and untying the rubber. Ava sat on her bed, a little dizzy, and exhausted. Before the woman left, she vaguely heard her say 'Wait for a guard to come get you,' and Ava ignored it, flinching.

The same action happened to Blake, but he didn't sink so low as to pound on the door. When the woman told him he needed to wait for the guard, he followed her out, trying to catch the door before it closed. He caught the last inch of it with his fingertips, and miraculously opened it, peeking out into a stark hallway. A sign at the end of it read 'Detainment Center One,' and he was positive that the people who brought him here were rebels. Blake crept down the hallway, ignoring the probable silent alarm going off, and peeked into different rooms. In one was a girl, laying on a bed, looking dizzy and confused, another contained August, his comrade, and a third had Ember, his target. Of course, there were more rooms with other kids, but he wasted no time trying to look through those.

When a lady in silver came in to draw blood from August, he let her, actually making polite conversation. The lady obviously was suprised at his actions, but continued to do her duties. August always did things that suprised others. Now, he was going to just comply with the rebels. He could figure something out easier this way, with more time to learn about them and think things through. When the lady was getting ready to leave, she turned at the door to face August. He raised an eyebrow. "Thank you. When the guards come back, tell them Laura said that you are Sector Yellow." Yellow - Someone that should be dealt with caution but appears to be no threat at the moment being. And then, the lady left, leaving August with his thoughts. He realized he could actually be of a lot of help to his own cause here...finding out as much about this people and there weaknesses as he coul.

Ember saw a small little bandadge on the crook of her elbow. She moved to touch it and immediately regretted the decision. It stung, sending a little shock of pain throughout her arm. She must have had blood drawn from her at some point. Ember's eyebrows knit together. Why did they need her blood? Were they running test on it here? She had figured she was in the rebel hideout, but had imagined them being...more friendly to her kind. Ember closed her eyes, her fingertips going to her timples to rub them lightly. She had a huge migraine. Usually, a cloud of pain lingered above her eyes and its degree of pain varied through the day. Just one down side of her gift. Ember tried desperately to see through that so that she could figure out what was going on. She caught a glimpse of someone in a lab of sorts. But then, Ember's eyes flew open. She could feel a prescense near.

Ava had waited, and only a few moments later had she heard guards come down the hallway. She assumed that one was for her, and she was right. Her mind was reeling, and questions blurred out of the girl's mouth. "Where am I? Are you rebels? Why am I here? Why do you need my blood?" The guard simply shook his head, and approached her with a large, shiny tube of some sort, and pointed to her wrist. Embedded in the girl's wrist was a metal disk, and blue dye stained the skin around it. "I need to remove that," he said, looking at her. "It will hurt, but not for long." The guard had her put her hand in the tube, and he pressed a button on the top. Ava felt a big pinch, but then it was over. She pulled out her hand, and he quickly bandaged her wrist. Ava was led to the door, but the guard pushed her back, after seeing Blake in the hallway, unsupervised. He spoke into a headset, yelling "Purple....DC1."

Blake saw the guard before the guard saw him, and he opened August's and Ember's doors, leaving them ajar, then took off down the hallway, wanting to get out of the place. Guards had him on both sides, and he swore, trying to get past them. One held him steady, even as he fought against him, elbowing and punching him, while the other took out a device, and pressed it against Blake's neck. A pop and a hiss later, a piece of metal was embedded in his skin, just like how Ava's was, and it would track his every move. "Get off me!" Blake yelled, as he was dragged back to his room.

August was waiting patiently for a guard when his door flew open. He jumped, not expecting it....and certainly not expecting them to not have a guard waiting outside for him. And then he saw his comrade, Blake, running and a guard chasing him, yelling out something about 'purple'. August slipped outside the door and started to walk the opposite way. He was suprised to find the door to Ava's room open and her standing right inside. He stopped in the doorway, watching her with a cocky smirk. "It seems you got quite lucky, hm?" He rolled his eyes. "Well, no matter. I'll have you out of here and back to your cell soon enough." He warned, and with that August sauntered back to his own room, slipping inside without bothering to close the door. No one had even noticed August, do to recapturing Blake. And it appeared August got back right in time, for afew seconds later a guard came into his room, seemingly curious to why August had not made a run for it.

Ember shrieked when her door was opened. She only saw Blake for a split second before he sprinted off down the hall, but it was enough to strike fear in her. This was the same man who had held her at the barrel of a gun yesterday. Was it yesterday? She had no clue because of the lack od windows to tell her where the sun was. All Ember knew was that Blake was here, and that couldn't be good. She hurried to the doorway, looking out to see what was going on. And when Ember saw one of the guards throw a punch, her face went white. "Don't hurt him!" She yelled. Surely he didn't deserve that, or maybe it was just her theory that everyone had to be agood person. She was naive like that. Ember started forward, as if she could have made any difference. Then, a guard came to her, trying to shove her back. "Stay in your room!" He commanded. Ember was forced back inside with a guilty conscious.

Ava visibly paled, and she shook her head no at August. She tried to ignore the sounds of Blake and guards outside, and couldn't seem to use her power, still. Ava turned her back to the door, and it was slammed shut. "Blake, goddamnit..." She tries tuggkll

*tugging on the door, but it was shut snugly. A few minutes later, another guard came, and labeled her yellow, as well. He took her to the mess hall, so she could assimilate with the rest of the rebel population. She didn't mention her ability, because she figured they already knew.


Blake paced and sulked in his room like a caged animal. He punched walls, he punched pillows, he pounded on the door. Blake was never the one that was captured, but instead the one who captured others.



(( Sorry! I'm mobile. :P ))

((Haha. It's fine!))

The guard began taking information from August: his name, rank, age, etc. When the man had finished writing down on his paper, he put aband around August's wrist. A yellow band. "Thank you." August muttered, grimacing at the band.
The guard nodded. "Come. I will escort you to the mess hall." August nodded and followed the guard out. Once they reached the mess hall, August was a bit suprised at the number of people in there. Each one was dressed in those sleek, silver jumpsuits. And the most suprising thing was that there was a table towards the corner that was obviously just for children. Children....how absurd! August figured they probably had some mutation of their own. He was told to get a tray, find a seat, and not cause trouble.

After the door was shut in Ember's face, she paced around the room, trying to look with her mind to find what would happen to Blake and the other people here. Nothing. Ember sighed in frustration, wishing she could control her powers better. Her visions came unexpectedly most of the time, taking over her entire body until it looked like she was having a seizure. But sometimes she could see by concentrating really hard, but that was usually just glimpses. Finally, a guard came to fetch her. She was labeled Orange, which meant she was more of a threat than yellow. She didn't see how that made much since because she could never hurt a fly. Ember figured it was just because she had tried to help Blake. She was then escorted to the mess hall.

Ava had a tray, and was standing in line for food, when she saw August walk in. She stiffened, and her breaths became quick. Something about him unnerved her, that he was able to scare her in any situation. Ava grabbed an apple and a bottle of water, surprised that the rebels had access to this food. She sat down at a table that seemed to be for the teens, away from the others, who eyed her both curiously and exclusively.


Blake gave up fighting, and sat on the floor, flipping off the camera. A guard came after what seemed to be an hour, and slapped two bands on him--purple and red, whatever that meant. One was watching him as he got his food and scanned the area, spotting Ava. Blake went I er and sat by her, smirking. "Have fun with August?"

August heard his name said and knew the word came from Blake's mouth. He snickered as some lady put something on his tray that didn't look edible. Great. August got a water before walking over to si across from Blake and Ava, although he didn't seem threatening at the moment. His movements were more casual and laid back, and he didn't seem concerned with capturing Ava at all. "What are you going on about, Blake?" He asked, not looking up as he stabbed the slop on his tray with a fork. He grimaced, pushing the tray to the side and focusing on his water.

Ember entered the mess hall with a sigh. The man who escorted her gave her a bottle of water and a blue pill of some sort. She raised an eyebrow, a rebellious little smirk on her face. The guard sighed. "For headaches." He insisted. She reluctantly took them. Ember did trust that he was telling the truth. She dropped the pill into her mouth before taking a swig out of the bottle to wash it down. He rheadache became faint almost immediately. "Thank you." She muttered before she left him, looking for a place to sit.

Ava looked down at the table, a little uncomfortable that August was casually sitting so close. She squirmed in her seat, nonchalantly taking a bite of her apple, and staying quiet. Ava wondered if she could use her power, now that she was out of the cell. She focused on a guard, no, all of the guards, and could feel herself probing through his mind. Based on the expression on his face, he was trying to figure out what was going on. Just to mess with everyone, Ava made the guard collapse, lying on the ground, unconscious. The other guards scanned the area, looking for the culprit. You won't know it's me. She pressed further, making two other guards drop.

Blake smirked, sitting across from Ava and August. "Oh, nothing." He had a bowl of oatmeal, genetically modified, or course, and was eating some little by little. Blake noticed that Ava wasn't eating, but instead looking straight at the guards. Moments later, they dropped like flies. He decided to keep silent, knowing that they wouldn't have even a slim chance of escaping if he did.

August almost lost the water in his mouth once he realized what Ava was doing. He hated the freaks, he truly did. But if they could help him escape that was a different story. August pretended he didn't see anything, scanning the room as if he was also trying o figure out who did it. August was installing a fake sense of trust in the guards. That would make things so much easier. Even if they trued to escape, August wasn't sure if he would leave or not. He needed to find out as much as he could.

Ember eyes went wide and she tried to go to the fallen guard, worry etching her features. One of the guards took this as a bad sign from Ember and held her back. "Go to your table, ma'am." Ember sighed in frustration. These people were awful. But she understood, in a way, that they were just making sure no one panicked. Ember glanced once at the teen table, which was enough for her to see Ava and figure out what was going on. She sat at the table with them. "What are you doing?" She whispered frantically.

Ava had completely zoned out, she was still focusing on the rest of the guards. If someone spoke to her, she wouldn't notice. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and the rest of the guards dropped, but one managed to snag a panic button before falling to the ground. Ava vaguely saw something move, and she couldn't use her power at all. In fact, she couldn't move at all, and was nearly paralyzed. The thing that moved was an experimental device that subtly and painlessly paralyzed anyone using their powers in a certain area. The rebels decided to keep it secret, as with everything, so the government wouldn't get a hold of it. Ava, and two other people were paralyzed: one had a small flame on his fingertip, and the other sat where he was, an odd expression on his face.

Blake's jaw dropped as he watched Ava make all but about three guards fall, and then raised an eyebrow when she became paralyzed. A woman with a serious face, wearing all black instead of silver, strode in, skirting the tables. She would go up to each of the three and close her eyes, probably trying to figure out what power each had. It obviously wasn't the boy that could handle fire, and was between Ava and the boy who looked like he was focusing intently. The woman had the faintest of a smile on her lips when she saw the focused boy, probably because they had the same power. The smile fell, however, and she stalked over to Ava, pressing a button on a device. Ava and the others unfroze, and only then did Ava look up, and did fear cross her gave.

(*face)

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