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I, bearing witness to this whole emotional event, decided to lie down next to the fire. He instantly regretted the idea, but was to tired to get up. Still, he somehow couldn’t help but remember what hey did to him at biotech. Needles, radiation waves, surgeries, pills, and occasionally shock therapy. Forcing him to do all those tests and exercises. He was in constant pain. In fact, if he ever got to know what it was, he’d be pretty sure he had skin cancer. He wasn’t sure why they got rid of him. Maybe it was because he couldn’t change his skin as fast as they wanted him to, or maybe the images weren’t clear enough, whatever it was, it didn’t matter anymore. Damn, his skin still really hurts.

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“Then i guess we all have something in common” I said, demonstrating his powers by changing the color of his skin to look like green camo. He didn’t say anything more, hoping to get the point across that he’d rather not talk about what they did to him at BiotechZ.

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I saw lucy freaking out a little bit, and was kinda worried. “Uh, yeah. I guess it kinda is pretty cool looking” he said, realizing the irony/contradiction/whatever in what he just said. “So uh, Emmaline, how about you?”

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“It’s not exactly a proper name, but you can call me I.” Said I, adding a few more branches into the fire. “Also, fire is supposed to be about…. Hm. Probably hot enough to be a weapon. You’d have to replace it every time you set it down though.”

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“Oh, sure.” I responded. Welp, that saves him the trouble of deciding whether or not to walk up to them. Wait shit what if they’re dangerous? But he didn’t want to be rude in case they weren’t. Maybe he could just try to be nice and if theyre dangerous hope that they decide to to hurt him? He DOES have that chameleon power thingy anyways, in case he needs to make a run for it. He was probably safe. “So, what’s up?”

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I looked off in the distance. Holy shit, there are people. He wanted to go and see if he could talk to them, but what if they were dangerous? Plus, this fire is so warm…. But he hasn’t seen anyone for a while now. He decided he would try and go over to them when the fire goes out.

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Man, I loved the snow. It was so easy to blend in. However this was a situation in which his powers did jack shit. God he was cold. He grabbed some branches from a tree and tried to create a fire. It wasn’t as big as he’d hoped, but it was something.

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Yep. I’m not sure if we should try to rp in group status updates, or just pester the admin until they make the appropriate forum. Maybe a chatroom?

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Name: He goes by “I”

Age: Shut up

Personality: Depends on who he’s with.

Special ability/Special Thing: Know what? I can’t think of anything good. Let’s make him a goddamn chameleon.

Appearance: I is a generic (if you don’t count the powers required by the rp group) well dressed man. Or at least, a silhouette of one. Maybe he’s always been like that, maybe he chooses to do that with his [color color=”#FF0000″]C[/color][color color=”#FF5000″]h[/color][color color=”#FFA100″]A[/color][color color=”#FFF100″]m[/color][color color=”#BBFF00″]E[/color][color color=”#6BFF00″]l[/color][color color=”#1AFF00″]E[/color][color color=”#00FF35″]o[/color][color color=”#00FF86″]N[/color] [color color=”#00D6FF”]p[/color][color color=”#0086FF”]O[/color][color color=”#0035FF”]w[/color][color color=”#1A00FF”]E[/color][color color=”#6B00FF”]r[/color][color color=”#BB00FF”]S[/color][color color=”#FF00F1″]![/color][color color=”#FF00A1″]![/color][color color=”#FF0050″]![/color] :DD(i’m sorry)

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((Meh. I didn’t get to do much here anyways. Does I’ corpse disappear or do the losers in the room have to deal with it?))

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As per the usual here, I was severely confused, Only able to get three words out, because he couldn’t think of anything else to say.

“What the fuck?”

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“No, really, what the hell is going on? Can i get some sort of explanation? Is anyone even gonna listen to me?”

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Eventually, with all the shit going down, I woke up. “alright, how long was i out, who the hell are you, and what the fuck is happening?”

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I was in the concrete room. Either not noticing the mental breakdown a few feet away from him, or just in a different box altogether. ((i’m not sure which)) All he knew was that this was complete bullshit. “Is this fucking concrete?” he thought. He decided to just lie on the floor, close his eyes, and rest. Christ he was cold.

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so yeah due to some bullshit with a joke username, the chatroom that no longer exists on skyrie.net, and abbreviations, My character is called I. Yep. He’s basically a regular guy. But a silhouette. Yep. He is good at certain things, but none that would be useful in this rp situation.