~*~Branded RP (Role Play)~*~

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Evelyn. Who had stood up. Yelped as reba appeared on a bed near her. "Who are you?!?" She thoight projecting it into reba's mind.
Reba signed her name, then put a hand on her throat, shaking her head to say she could not speak. She sat on the bed, watching the others
 
As time seemed to begin again, Lark felt a jolt in her abdomen, lacing through her ribs, bolting through her arm, and finally out through her pointer finger.
With a few sparks, the lights in the cafeteria went out.


Wintent looked around shocked as the lights went out.
"What the..." Lark's voice trailed off as she gazed, seemingly at nothing, eyes agape and jaw dropped.
 
"Um. I cant read sign langue.. Think your name towards me.. i might here." Evelyn tried. And failed. To sign the message as well.

(Is it okay if she can faintly hear replys from people?)
Reba nodded and thought Reba to Evelyn, smiling gently. She glanced around searching for a pen and paper, looking at the girls and doing a sign where she pretended to write on her hand, a pretty universal sign.
 
"You expect me to know that?" Lark snapped, flashing an annoyed glare to the other girl as she paced around the room.


Wintent flinched at her. She sat quietly watching her pace.
As Lark reached up to wipe her sweaty brow, something caught her eye. The brand was glowing.

Sweaty brow forgotten, the girl focused on the brand.

Sure enough, she wasn't imagining things. Red flashed; all different shades of it. Bright red to brick red. Sequenced, as if planned out. All Lark could do was stare, dubiously, sizing what the heck this thing on her wrist was.

Then, the adventurous teenager had an idea. Stretching out her arm, she aimed towards the fuse box. Electric currents, just as before, curled through her spine, bolted through her arm, and shot out of her fingers.

The lights in the cafeteria flickered on.

Lark stared for a moment, and opened her mouth.

"Cool."
 
As Lark reached up to wipe her sweaty brow, something caught her eye. The brand was glowing.

Sweaty brow forgotten, the girl focused on the brand.

Sure enough, she wasn't imagining things. Red flashed; all different shades of it. Bright red to brick red. Sequenced, as if planned out. All Lark could do was stare, dubiously, sizing what the heck this thing on her wrist was.

Then, the adventurous teenager had an idea. Stretching out her arm, she aimed towards the fuse box. Electric currents, just as before, curled through her spine, bolted through her arm, and shot out of her fingers.

The lights in the cafeteria flickered on.

Lark stared for a moment, and opened her mouth.

"Cool."


"Well then...." Wintent trailed off.
 
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