Mutant Camp (Open)

[Dalacur Nightshade]

Out in the middle of the Canada wilderness there was what looked like to be a prison. And that was exactly what it was. A prison for mutants. They were kept there in cells and a selected area of land with power removing collars all locked around their necks. Though some mutants were used for their powers. The collars only deactivated for those times that they worked. For those that had 'useless' powers they were left to clean and other miscelanious jobs around the camp. This left the humans only really around to watch and ensure that the mutants were kept in line. They were being treated like animals whether they were 'good' or 'bad'.

Not that this at all really mattered to Dalacur. Dal sat upon a wall with a slight sigh. It wasn't a sigh of misery or a sigh of regret but actually a sigh of relaxation. It had been a long time since he had felt so at peace with the world. It was weird. He watched the other people wander through the camp, from under the brim of his worn hat, in a much worse state of affairs. What was their problem? This was one of the best things that ever happened to him! Well...he didn't like the idea of being locked up and having a machine of some sort wrapped around his neck to hinder his powers. But then again...with this collar he had no blood lust...had no voices urging him and screaming in his head. It was silent...lonely, but silent. He supposed it was bothering him, he wasn't used to such silence. It was almost deafening, that abcense of noise just consuming him. Thankfully the outdoors was loud enough to give background for his ears to take in.

[Stella Booth]

Stella was locked in her sell her hair over the time had grown out with there was a few streaks of red in her hair all of her pricing where out and thrown in a pile in the corner unlike Dal Stella had hatted this she was powerless camp. It was more the fact then there was nothing to do or that she felt alone all time that now one was hear it seemed but more the fact that she was powerless Stella had always felt like a goldest with her power and now with the dumb collar on her neck she never could use them unless she was working witch Stella whould do anything just to get the collar off for a few seconds just to distory one little thing thought she wish she could destroy the collar but even she was smart enough to know if she distoryed it as long as she was in hear there wasn't any where she could of gone that and see seen people try to get rid of there it never ended up good for the person in the collar in the end.

Stella was laying on the grown counting the cracks in the ceiling this was hell she was sure there was nothing worst then living a life like this in torn up clouse that where still covered in blood from when she had gotten there her her clouse had just gotten more hole in it maybe she wanted to scream all the time but there was no use screaming crying it got you no where hear being quit witch was something stella was never good at keeping her mouth shut even in hear, but today was one of the few days she wasn't going to say a word because she wasn't in the mood she was giving up.

[Dalacur Nightshade]

Dalacur sighed slightly as he lingered in that spot. Today was certainly dull. Finally pushing himself away from that wall he started on a little bit of a walk. There was no desination in mind for him, after all he had nothing else to do. A mutant with his talents didn't do much for the labor aspect of this place. Granted he had the strength but it seemed the big wigs realized that with the collar on he didn't try to rip people's throats out. So like the lone cowboy he was he walked along the compound alone.

Everyone gave him a wide birth, which was kind of entertaining considering in this state he was harmless. But there were still those eerie yellow eyes of his and that great fang revealing smirk of his. Wow...he was actually missing indulging the monster inside of him. At least the voices weren't harassing him about it. Last thing he needed was their commentary of what was happening to him. It sure was lonely though...

Eventually he wandered himself through the cell block, half intending to go back to his own little 'room'. At least that was until he passed a cell that wasn't empty. Odd..usually everyone was out...doing something. He stopped and turned to look at the girl as she laid there. "Shouldn't you be out exercising or something. All that muscle will get flabby on you if you just lay around." He spoke so nonchalantly. He was used to it after all. People rarely listened to him and that was because they knew what he said rarely made sense. Everything was so clear now though...it was weird.

[Stella Booth]

Stella was kind of surpized that someone was walking about most people didn't unless it was out side and even more so when they talked to her she didn't move just tilted her head back a bit so she could see him she knew of him a lot of people where scared of him Stella didn't get the reason why yea he was a big guy but he was just like the rest of them.

When he said that she should be out exercising or something she gave him an look that said really why does that matter. She streched a little on the ground and made a yawn “Yea how about I do turn what muscle I do have witch is not much into fat then they can't use me like some tool worthless if I can't move right” she smirked almost thinking it was a good idea she wish it work but it drive her crazy to just sit and do nothing all the time she looked at him again she was tempted to play with his hat or something people rarely talked to others around hear so finding a reason to talk was fun and size why would anyone talk to her if they didn't want her to say anything back “Size what about you big guy like you isn't it nice outside”

[lestat]

A little boy no older than ten sat in his cell he didn't want to go outside with the others he just wanted to go home. It didn't look like they were going to let him go anytime soon and to make things worse this stupid thing around his neck was hurting him it was to tight and annoying. Almost letting out what sounded like a hiss he stood up and started to walk around the small small he was happy he wasn't tall yet because it made it easier to move around in this tiny cell. He wanted to kill the man that took him here and kill the ones that use him for his powers one day he was going to, one day he was going to get this stupid thing off his neck and show them their fears.

Turning he heard two others talking not many talked in here it was almost like people were scared. He listened to them and for once he smiled it was almost as if they weren't locked in this hell hole. Sitting down on the floor of the cell he closed his eyes and day dreamed about life before he was taken and stuffed into this place. It always helped him get through the days here and also helped him stay positive that one day the X-men would come looking for him.

How long could a student go missing before they started looking for them? He wondered sighing as he had that feeling of giving up again this only happened when he started to think about them not coming to save him. Looking around at the other two talking he sighed “Hi” lame yes but what less would a scared ten year old say he wasn't a whiner so he wasn't going to cry but maybe talking to people might help him passed the time here.

[Dalacur Nightshade]

Dal watched her for a moment and shrugged his broad shoulders. "I suppose you can say the sun and I don't...agree." Why else would a guy dress the way he dressed? He looked like he just walked off a western movie set. He smirked to her and then pushed himself away from the bars of her cell. It was then that head heard that small voice.

Yellow eyes turned to look over at the smaller cell. Seamed the builders of this place took advantage of all of the room and then crammed a kid in it. The girl was boring now as he turned and walked towards the boys cell. "Well if it isn't a half pint. Not many of you 'round here. Must have some sort of useful power then." He spoke mainly to himself as he studied the kid. He seemed a little scared and unsettled, emotions that Dal was all too familiar with. "So what is it kid? Got super strength? Ya can run really fast?" He chuckled a little while he still thought it was rather ridiculous to have a kid locked up in a place like this. Though if he wasn't out working with the others right now it was highly unlikely that he had those powers. Of course it was surprising that Dal wasn't out working now himself. But then again the owners didn't like the dash of crazy that happened while he had access to his powers.

[lestat]

Letast was taken back when the man turned to him with his yellow eyes no one really takes interest in him because to them he was just a little boy. He listened to what the older man had to say and sighed his powers weren't useful those idiot humans were just scared of it true he might not know what his powers could fully do yet but one day he would see. “Those stupid humans are just scared of me” he said in anger. It was the only reason they kept him locked away and never gave him break from the thing on his neck.

Shaking his at his questions about what power he had. Looking at the older man he wondered the same thing why was he here? Why were any of them here? “I can make someone believe that their fear is real and they think its in front of them when it really is just in their head. You could say I can drive a person crazy if I wanted too.” he said with a smirk. It always made him laugh that he could do that to people. He looked at the yellow eyed man and sighed “Who would really be scared of a ten year old?” he asked.

Lestat felt happy that the humans were scared of him they should be he was going to kill every single one of them when he got a chance. “When I get out of here I am going to hunt them all down” he said bravely. There had to be a way out. “Anyways they are scared that I'll use my powers on them”

[Stella Booth]

Stella just layed there board when the guy said he didn't really do well with the sun then when the turned his attention to the boy she shot straight up this place sucked she couldn’t be her self around her and now some smart ass kid was getting a bit more attention then she was she got up and walked over to the two of them her arms crossed over her chest


She glared at the haft pint for a second she herd what he said he had a mental power making people fear things well she was living her worst fear so it wasn't like he could do jack to her anyway “Then what can you do cowboy if squirt hear can make people see there fears hmm” she said with almost a twinkle of some sort in her eyes “they don't just pick anyone up in hear for no reason and you got in around the same time I did didn't yea cowboy” the fact that Dal had turned his attesion to the kid now made this a game for Stella she needed to have someone notice her and there was never anyone she wasn't going to lose the someone to some little kid who really didn't know what he was talking about as far as she believed.

[Dalacur Nightshade]

What did he do? Was he really going to answer that question to the woman? Did she deserve an answer? No... "Don't sell yourself short, half pint. Fear is a powerful thing. And it has no discrimination upon age."

So the kid had an interesting power. Making people cringe in fear to things that they see only in their heads...that sounded like fun. If they ever got those collars off maybe he'd take a bite of the kid and try the power on for size.

Dalacur folded his arms across his chest and leaned himself back against the wall while glancing between the boy and the girl. "I guess you could call me a jack of all trades." That fanged smirk returned as he pulled the brim of his hat down a little bit. How he loved to play the mysterious type! "And give me a few moments and I'll have your 'trade' down." A soft chuckle came from him at that thought. Though he had no craving for blood he still knew he could do it and the thought entertained him. But life seemed a lot simplier without his powers...and a lot more boring too.

[lestat]

Lestat glared at the woman he hated people that wanted attention and who picked on him just because he was better than they were. He wondered what this girl was afraid of and honestly he couldn't wait to find out he bet it was something fun well fun for him. When she started calling the other man a cowboy Lestat wanted to tell her to shut up it was really annoying that she kept repeating the word. Glaring again he sighed “Will you shiut it!” he said with an annoyed tone he had; had enough the older girl was really getting on his nerves. “Oh and the stupid world does not move around you!” he smirked he was starting to show his not so nice side.

He nodded to the man and smirked at the girl he was still shocked that this girl was jealous of him a ten year stuck in this place. He took pride in the fact that he could make his girl jealous just by saying hi. Lestat watcched the man interested in him for some reason maybe it was the mysterious feeling he had about him or maybe it was something else. Standing up he walked out of his cell the doors were open which he found odd but didn't comment. The man had fangs that was cool Lestat had always had a thing for blood some call him a vampire at heart seeing he hated to much sun and had a weird liking of blood; well people that knew that it was weird he didn't.

Leaning against the bars of his cell on the outside he looked at the man wondering what he meant about he would have his trade soon. Lestat was just curios enough to ask but wasn't sure if he really wanted to know. Maybe the stupid girl would ask. Just thinking about that annoying brat made him angry. “Are you saying you can take someone's power or just borrow it?” he asked having a brave moment. “I was tricked here by a man that said he knew who my father was they played off the one thing I am really curious in founding out.”

[Stella Booth]

(occ. sorry it so late guys ><)


Stella raised a brow when the kid told her to shut up what in his right mind made him think that he had the right to tell her to shut up if it wasn't for the dam things around her neck she show him that there was no reason for her to ever talk to her like that she was so tempted just to hit him across the face already.

When the cowboy said he was a jack of all trades she didn't even care anymore the punk kid had gotten her mad she wished so much she could do something to him she was ploting now witch she really wasn't all that good at really she was more of react now and think latter so her plotting was mostly thinking of something she could do now.

“Don't tell me to shut up you little shit head i'll make you wish you where never even born” she turned back to the other guy it was clear that she was very upset now and who know when she have her next mood switch “Soo Jake of all trades wish I could see it” the fact that the kid was tricked hear by the fact that he wanted to know more about his daddy almost made Stella sick.

Who in the right mind whould even care about parents “You know kid doesn't matter who your pappy is all parents are the same they just boss the kids around make rules restricting you sometime almost makes this place look like heaven” Stella said with a laugh

[Dalacur Nightshade]

Dalacur watched the boy quietly for a moment as he moved out of his cell. "I can take or borrow...my choice." He smirked again then arched a brow at the kid's desire to find his father. And while Dalacur's family didn't really like to hang around him that much, minus his little sister...Dal was a surprisingly devoted family man. If he found out any of his brothers or sister were in harms way he'd make sure someone either paid for it then or later. No one was allowed to touch his family. So part of him was a little irritated that the kid didn't even know his father...what kind of father was that?

Dal's attention turned to the girl that ranted off of what Lestat yelled at her for. He ended up just rolling his eyes before that smirk returned and those yellow eyes turned to her. "Never know, ya might sometime." He chuckled...mostly he just wanted a taste of her blood. Young things like that always had the sweetest blood. But even has he thought of that he was still a little weirded out that there was no desire for that blood other than the idle thought of what he used to do. Damn this collar! He just was not himself without it...and it was so quiet in his head...he needed to get this damn thing off and out of this camp. But how?

He grew quiet as his mind started to turn with ideas on how to escape. "I think its about time we get out of here. They're starting to grow lax about security. After all with the collars on they just let us roam free. Girlie....next time you get turned out for work...you should talk to the others. If everyone can attack while their collars aren't activated then certainly you can get the key from one of the guards to keep them off." Dal was rambling a little but his urge to leave this place was growing. "Then you can turn the kid's collar off and he can immobilize the guards. After that we can all practically walk out of here."