[AU]Bellefonte Bizarro

[Roxana Strix]

Mutant Fighting. It was totally a thing done just like dog fights, being an 'underground' event that brings in a ton of money. Originally started by a Russian group with the capabilities and powers of their own that allowed them to capture other mutants from around the US; sometimes around the world, were captured from their homes, beds, and pretty much anywhere in the middle of the night. The group had been doing it already for years and they did it again this night. A dark night with the promise of a thunderstorm. Not that the storm would get in the way of their fights that took place deep down underground. Those captured would find themselves waking up in a large concrete room, dim lights handing high above, and near the top of the room were windows going around the four walls for those to watch the fights below without being seen.

Rox was one of those captured, not even recalling how the whole captured had happened. All he could remember was that he had gone out for some ice cream to have a super epic sleep over with some friends. He had a ton of friends and even if someone was not his friend he considered them a friend and pretty much invited everyone that he had every talked to at the school to come for his little ice cream bash. There were going to be pillow fights, tickle fights, giggling, and of course ice cream. As he blinked his light eyes open, he quickly realized that he was no going to be having that ice cream bash. He shivered a little as his eyes looked around the room and saw the other bodies in the room. "OH MY GOD, ARE YOU GUYS DEAD?!" Rox yelled out as he quickly sat up, feeling his head was a little dizzy and also that there was something around his neck.

Reaching his hand to his neck he felt a collar, like a dog collar, a dog shock collar. Where in the world was he? Was this some kind of prank? It had to be, he could see the few cameras around the room and also...blood splatter on the walls. "That’s totally ketchup, no way is that real blood, right? Where are we even? Man I have to pee." Rox just started talking even if none of the others were even paying attention as he wiggled around half excited for what was going on and half scared because of not knowing what was going on.

Tag: Porter Wood, Lordan J. Moa, & Evan Webb

[Lordan J. Moa]

The cold hard concrete ground had felt far from his usual bed back home in Cali. It only added to the pain that he felt in his head, and parts of his body, it didn't help the fact that he was now coming to and his vision had been blurred with a ringing in his head that wouldn't go away. A soft grunt came from Lordan as he tried to sit himself up and at the same time focus on what was happening and where he was. Finally sitting up he could hear some guy yelling at him or whoever else was around. "...shut it." The voice didn't make the ringing in his head any less enjoyable. 

Fully sitting up, Lordan winced and held his side as the taste of blood became more noticeable in his mouth. What the hell happened? Last he remembered, he had brought a really hot Russian chick home to get well acquainted with. He got her out of her clothes, they had great sex, and then Lordan remembered hearing a knock at the door... He opened it and a group of guys had flooded into his apartment, beat him up, knocked him out and now he was here. He spat a mouth full of blood on the ground and rubbed the back of his neck only to feel a shock collar around his neck. 

Were they prisoners? What the hell was this, an arena? A room of doom? 

Closing his eyes, he took a breather, attempting at using his telepathy... and nothing. He couldn't sense any minds around when clearly there he was in a dim room with three other people. He couldn't even pick up any thoughts or images... nothing. "Fucking great." He spat out. 

"That’s totally ketchup, no way is that real blood, right? Where are we even? Man I have to pee."

He couldn't even make out who the hell that even was. Maybe he didn't want to know. "Hey kid, you got any idea where the hell we are?" He raised a brow, looking at the other laid out bodies. "Or who any of these folks are?"

[Porter Wood]

Porter's head was pounding. Hard. And at first she thought that maybe it was just from the party she'd been to last night -- because that had been great and after some hardcore drinking there had been some casual sex and property damage that was much too fun -- but then she realized that she was laying on a concrete floor instead of the bed she was used to. Not that she wasn't happy to be off of that horrible horse farm -- because ew, poop and animals and dirty work -- but having a pounding headache and being surrounded by people who insisted on being loud over her hangover made her cranky.

She sat up, a frown on her face. She was pissed. "Who the fuck put me in here?" she yelled, completely forgetting about how she wanted everyone else to be quiet. Whatever. It wasn't like rules applied to her and she didn't care about other people anyway. "What's with these collars? Ugh." She pulled at the thing, only to receive a nasty shock. "WHAT THE FUCK?"

Porter looked around at the other occupants of these weird concrete jail of doom. Two guys and another girl. Great. Just great. She bet they all sucked. "Of course it is real blood. And if you fucking pee in here, I will throttle you," Porter warned, glaring at the dude. "And if you don't shut up I am probably going to puke everywhere so SHUT UP."

[Evan Webb]

Evan had woken up a bit earlier than everyone else in the room. She had heard things outside that weren't exactly pleasant to hear when waking up in a strange place. The words 'buyer' 'bets' and 'killswitch' were the ones that had since stuck to the dark haired girl. She had been holding back tears since she woke up but once everyone in the room had awoken, with words she wished weren't so loud, Evan suddenly felt the urge to just shut them up.

She had always had anger issues. She didn't really have a good upbringing. Foster homes, orphanages, the streets, she had seen all of them. And when she had discovered her abilities, it was even harder for her to remain calm.

"Do you really think yelling is going to solve anything?" She asked the other girl and the blonde boy who was freaking out all over the place. The older guy seemed the only one who had his shit together. Thankfully. If not, she would have to release something pretty nuclear into the room.

[Roxana Strix]

Rox was told to shut up by an older blonde that made him start to pout a little, not used to being told to shut up. Okay, he was used to being told shut up, but in a situation like this he was like a delicate flower. "Blondes are supposed to stick together." Rox said in almost a whimper as his bottom lip started to quiver at the older blonde for a moment before he got distracted by the other starting to wake up and talking as well. They all seemed to not know what was going, where they were, and Rox certainly didn't know who any of them were. Well, that was a lie. Rox was all about parties and needed to know people’s names for when inviting them to parties, but names were pretty much all he knew. "Weeeell, looking around I say we are in a concrete room." Rox said with a nod because that was pretty much all he could think up in terms of answering the older blondes question.

Rox jumped a little when a girl started yelling as well, asking who put them here and then about the shock collars and getting shocked. "Oh, it shocks you when you try to remove it too?!" Roxana asked with a hint of eagerness as he pulled on his collar and got shocked. "Ouch! No fun." Rox said as he started to pout and look like he was going to cry after having been shocked by the collar. He went still at being it was told blood, not believing it fully and moved to touch it but it was dry and certainly didn't smell like ketchup. He was about to start freaking out again but then then he was reminded that he had to pee because of the threat to be throttled if he peed. He started to bounce back and forth on his feet now with the need for peeing coming back even stronger now. "Puking is unattractive, don't do it." Rox added, clearly not obeying the whole shutting up that he had been told several times to do now.

Rox spun around a few times before pointing to the other girl who asked about the whole yelling thing. "She is right. We should all start speaking at a calm level and figure out what is going on." Rox said with a nod and then went still for a moment. "Now all of you close your eyes while I wizz." Rox said as he turned around and moved to a corner of the room, just as he was getting his zipper down the sound of speakers crackled on and a man with a thick Russian accent started to speak in his native tongue, with a wimpy male voice speaking as a translator.

'Welcome to the Mutant Battle Royal. You lucky four have been chosen for the next round of mutant fights. This is a fight to the death or until only one is left standing. Use your powers or whatever at your dispose to defeat the others and you may live. Live, leave, and get a sum of money for your participation. If you do not fight you will be shocked until you are unconscious. Now, begin.'

[Lordan J. Moa]

Great. Just fuckin' great. Now Lordan had to sit here and deal with a teenage girl who didn't know how to calm down. If they had been taken by some sort of ruthless organization who didn't give two shits if they were dead or alive, someone would've walked in here and killed them dead and all because a little girl didn't know how to keep her mouth shut. The other brunette who had been awake before Lordan had already talked to the girl about screaming. At least someone other than him had some common sense.

Moving his jaw around, he winced from the soreness and random stings of pain. Whoever took him out of his home and brought him here had banged him up pretty badly. He could really use a cigarette right about now. Lord raised his brow at the boy, "No thanks." Hair color didn't determine whether he would enjoy your company or not, it just determined that you would get hit with tons of blonde jokes somewhere in the future.

He had to be one lucky guy to have someone as smart as that blonde boy to tell them something as obvious as them being in a concrete room. Real fuckin' obvious. "Looks like you've learned a lesson today. Don't touch the collar." He said looking at both the boy and the girl with the loud mouth. "Now all of you close your eyes while I wizz." Lordan rubbed his face out of frustration. Now they would all have the pleasure of a nice pissy scent the rest of their st-

Welcome to the Mutant Battle Royal. You lucky four have been chosen for the next round of mutant fights. This is a fight to the death or until only one is left standing. Use your powers or whatever at your dispose to defeat the others and you may live. Live, leave, and get a sum of money for your participation. If you do not fight you will be shocked until you are unconscious. Now, begin.'

Shit just got real.

[Porter Wood]

Nothing made Porter more angry than being told what to do by stupid fucking people. Especially not by some stupid brunette who looked like she was about to set something on fire. "If you have any better ideas, I'm all ears, but as of now, yelling is the only thing we've got!" Porter said, and her voice was definitely loud enough to be a yell.

Porter flipped her hair and gave the blond boy a "don't you even fucking start with that" look. It could probably peel paint. "Yeah, puking is unattractive, right. You know what is super unattractive? PEEING IN FRONT OF STRANGERS. DO NOT FUCKING PEE, I SWEAR TO GOD," she yelled, as if that might get it through the blond kid's thick skull. She really doubted it, but it was worth a try.

And it wasn't like Porter was that dumb. She didn't need to be told not to touch the collar again. She got that part. Touch it, get shocked, end of story. She opened her mouth to shout something else when suddenly there was a voice over some sort of intercom thing and her stomach dropped.

Fuck, that wasn't good. They were captured by some sort of Russian agency or something? What sort of crime show was this? "Yeah, right," she shouted angrily at the intercom. "This is a sick joke!" She didn't care if she'd heard rumors of this happening before, this had to be a joke. The anger was already quickly fading into frustration and panic and she really didn't want to cry in front of the people she was supposed to be murdering, but it was probably going to happen.

[Evan Webb]

Sneering at the blond and brunette, Evan was about to actually slap one of them in the face before she realised that the intercom was spitting words that seemed pretty damn dangerous.

Evan knew her powers were not offensive and the level of control she had could very well leave her body vulnerable. If she jumped into any of these people and left her body, someone could very well just burn her or outright kill her.

"This is seriously fucked up." Evan sighed as she looked around for an escape route. She wasn't scared and she had been itching to do something to shut the girl and boy up but she couldn't really rely on her powers to do so.

With a quick deliberation, Evan propelled away from the wall to grab the girl nearest to her.

[Roxana Strix]

The announcement was made and it made Rox realizes the peeing was not that big of a deal anymore, since you know his life was on the line and all. Well, actually he still had to pee, pretty bad and a little bit more now that he was worried about dying. His power would come in hand for ending someone’s life but did he really have that in him? His combat skills sucked since he was more of a lover then then a fighter. Still, if your life was on the line, you could do amazing things that surprised even yourself in terms of what would were capable of doing. Being told not to pee and just adding it all together of what was going on now was just really confusing him.

There didn't look to be no way out, they had collars on, and now they had been told to fight until the death. Maybe I could just like pass out and avoid all of this. Would someone try and kill me if I was just lying there? Nah, these seem like nice people...who won't let me pee. Oh god, they are going to kill me. Rox thought to himself as he zipped his pants back up. "I agree. This is indeed a sick joke...that I think we have no way out of." Rox pointed out, not wanting to say his plan on just fainting out loud. If he did that then whoever was watching them would likely just shock him to death or something. No, he had to play this off. He wished his power could allow him to tell everyone to just play fight one another and just pass out.

He mind reeled with what to possibly do in order to play off his whole being unable to battle trick when one of the two girls in the room suddenly lunged for the other girl. There were in fact only two girls and two guys in the room after all. Rox was a dude so was just thankful he was not near the chick who seemed to be all go for this whole fight. "See, if we were not all supposed to fight to the death...two girls fighting each other. It's kind of hot." Rox said to the other guy in the room, just standing back and watching in silence for a moment. "If uh...if you could make sure to just not hit me in the face, that would be great." Rox pointed out to the other guy because if he was going to get beat up then he at least wanted to keep a good looking face.

[Lordan J. Moa]

Great. Just great. So now they wanted them to fight for their lives and just outright kill each other? Lordan was known to do a little street fighting but there was no way in hell that he'd go after a kid and attack them. Even if his life was in danger. He was a telepath, he was known to think quicker than his feet moved so there had to be some way out of this. His eyes quickly darted at the girl who threw herself onto the other girl. Okay so that had escalated quicker than he thought it would.

"Yeah.. I'll get right on that." Standing up, he looked at the other blond, standing there in some what of a defensive stance. He had an idea but only if the other kid was ready to follow along. His face now seeming somewhat far from pleased as he contacted the boy telepathically, ::Don't freak out kid but I have a plan. I'm a telepath and while I'm not too sure if I can figure something out for those girls so soon, I can plan out a fake fight and have you beat me, play dead but then figure out a way to get us all out of here:: it was a long shot and he wasn't too sure if the kid would follow along or outright try to take him down but it was worth a try.

Lordan soon turned his focus and turned on his telepathic relay, allowing the two to communicate back and forth. The boy may not know that seeing how he wouldn't tell him that part but it would be easier for him to hear any thoughts coming from him. He looked at the girls, hopefully they wouldn't try to kill off the other one too badly. They were going to have to act fast if they all wanted to survive.