The blackout ~ players needed!

(Srry, I just got bk from a birthday party.)

June scoffed, "I'm not the only one." She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned bak in her chair. "Can we show them yet?" She asked, boredly. "Then we can finally see some interesting reactions." She snickered, rolling her eyes over to the man sitting at the desk. "Soon enough. Be patient." The man chuckled.
 
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The man nodded at June. June stood up. She pointed through the window. At first, it was hard for Jackson to see what was in the room, but finally, he was able to focus. He saw two glass containers. Inside of one, he saw D, and in the other, Kyra. They were unconscious, and it didn't look like they were gunna wake up any time soon. Jackson's jaw dropped. "That." June said simply.
 
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Noah growled and lunged at the people, forgetting about the shackles. He clawed at them, trying to inflict pain on them, so they would know the pain he felt. His heart was aching, for the past and what was, for the present and what is, for the future and what could have been. It felt as if it was torn in half, and both parts were taken from him. He kept on clawing, even though he knew it was useless. After a while he stopped, panting. He began to think, and his glare turned into a look of astonisment. They were actually there. But what if those weren't them? He began to become a bit hopeful. What if they escaped, and are in hiding. What if they're just trying to scare them? But these were real, and they did scare him. He looked down so nobody could see him cry, but they all saw him anyways. But still... "What if they're not real? What if you're just trying to scare us?" He took on a determined face, but it quickly saddened. "Well, it worked." his expression became calm and blank, "So now what are you going to do? Keep more secrets from the citizens of the nation? Of the world?" I'm not going without a fight, he thought angrily, and neither did Kyra. He knew her. He could tell. His sheath hidden in his pant leg felt uncomfortable, as if it were wanting to be used. Noah wanted to use it too, just the timing wasn't right. He would wait.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light...
 
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Noah growled and lunged at the people, forgetting about the shackles. He clawed at them, trying to inflict pain on them, to know the pain he felt. He kept on clawing, even though he knew it was useless. After a while he stopped, panting. He began to think, and his glare turned into a look of astonisment. They were actually there. But what if those weren't them? He began to become a bit hopeful. What if they escaped, and are in hiding. What if they're just trying to scare them? But these were real, and they did scare him. He looked down so nobody could see him cry, but they all saw him anyways. But still... "What if they're not real? What if you're just trying to scare us?" He took on a determined face, but it quickly saddened. "Well, it worked." his expression became calm and blank, "So now what are you going to do? Keep more secrets from the citizens of the nation? Of the world?" I'm not going without a fight, he thought angrily, and neither did Kyra. He knew her. He could tell. His sheath hidden in his pant leg felt uncomfortable, as if it were wanting to be used. Noah wanted to use it too, just the timing wasn't right. He would wait.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light...
"Just... Conducting a few tests. But it won't matter. You'll all be off this world soon enough." Said June, a smile creeping to her lips. "Don't worry. You won't be conscious for much longer." She said. "We needed some more test subjects, and now we got them." She smirked. "Just to let you know, the blackout was actually caused by us. We needed enough power to generate the amount of electricity for the tests."
 
"I know that, I'm not stupid." Maybe being rational and talking would buy some time. "But why are you doing it? Why are you tearing apert families? Why break friendships? What do you have to gain?" He kept all emotion off of his face, out of his voice. He was not going to go gentle. He was going to rage against the dying of the light. He was not going to die.
 

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