Jay, Helena, and Alice

Samara:
She squinted as her eyes adjusted to the new source of light, she looked around and found that there were less people than she originally thought. Her eyes darted to the one holding the fire and she frowned, assuming he was the one from earlier yelling about his lack of clothes.
A small hint of satisfaction invaded her mind when she realized that she punched him in the face.


Nathan:
I must have done something to scare her, maybe it was the magic? He thought to himself. "Hey uh, you okay?" He asked her, hoping not to scare her again.
He also wondered what happened to the boy screaming about his honour...

Jiall's eye caught on the girl who he assumed was the one who punched him. "What're yoy smirking at, hmm? Too much hotness for you?" He motioned to his toned body that was now covefed.

Lita's eyes went wide. Was he talking to her? "Uhh," There was little that she could get to escape her mouth, what eith the boy screaming over his honour and all. She tried to manage a smile but that even seemed forced.

Samara:
She rolled her eyes at his arrogance, "You wish." She then noticed that he was holding the fire. "So.. You control fire? That's interesting." She kept her face emotionless,


Nathan:
"Sorry!" He backed away, still thinking he had scared her, "I'm Nathan, by the way"

Clove paced back and forth. "This dress is killing me.."

Jiall looked down at the fire in his hand and soon thought of the risks. Maybe this wasn't such a bright idea. Wait. No one seemed particularly surprised. He'd just play it cool for a bit. "No. It's a torch." Then he heard another girl's comment about her dress. "Then take it off," He smirked.

"L-Lita." She managed. That's when she saw the boy in the corner controlling fire. Was he really another of her kind? The last of their species?

"At least my worst habit isn't getting naked all the time." Clove responded to the boy.

Samara:
"Well, I don't see any wood." She noted, taking a step closer. Could there really be others with the bloodlines? Or was it actually just a torch?
She didn't know but she hoped that the smoke from the small fire wouldn't become a problem.


Nathan:
"Why do you think they brought us all here?" He asked, sitting against a wall. He looked around the dimly lit cell, maybe they were underground?

"Just because you can't see any wood, doesn't mean it isn't there." Jiall furrowed his brow, trying to understand his own speech. It made more sense in my head, he told himself. That's when it struck him. "You don't look too surprised..."

Lita looked over at Nathan who had sat down next to her. "I don't know," she said timidly. "Maybe they want something from us."

Samara:
She continued to walk forward, "Well of course I'm not" She took another step, she was at least three feet away from him now. A small puddle of water collecting in the corner of the cell caught her eye. "Why would I be, when I can do this?" The water was at her command, traveling from the corner to her palm where it rearranged itself into a small orb. She figured that most likely, the others in here were probably the same.


Nathan:
"But what?" He then noticed the boy holding the fire, and across from him, the girl holding the water. "Unless.. you know something about that?" He motioned over to them.

Jiall raised an eyebrow at Samara. "Well, what are the odds?" He glanced over at Nathan and Lita. "And....?" He motioned at them with his free hand, expecting something.

Lita's eyes grew even wider, like a scared kitten. She had heard that there were others like her. Others that were the last of their kind. Was this some kind of test? Were the water-girl and the fire-boy just illusions that were trying to get her to show her powers? Would they lock her away and run tests? She shook her head slightly, indicating she wasn't going to do anything.

Nathan:
He shrugged, "Who do you think conjured up the clothes?" He didn't worry about the two controlling water and fire, although he was curious as to why the others were here. Maybe they could do the same? What about the girl sitting next to him? And where had the kidnappers from earlier gone?
Were they listening?

Samara:
Letting the water fall with a splash, she sat down near the closest wall and leaned back on the cold stone.
Are we all going to die here? She asked herself

Clove sat up against what seemed to be a wall. "Forever alone..."

Samara:
Noticing the other girl sitting alone, she decided to at least try and make conversation. Might as well try to have at least one friend here, she thought to herself and she moved across the cell and sat down next to the other girl who seemed to be the one who was yelling "CALM DOWN, JUST CALM DOWN" earlier. "Hey."

"Hey." Clove responded.

Samara:
"So... Any idea why we're all here?" She asked, hoping that maybe someone knew.

"I think that someone wants something from us.. but I am not quite sure. What's your name?" said Clove.

"Samara, and you?"

"Clove."

"Jiall." He offered, intensifying the flame a bit as he tried to get a look at those around him.

Lita looked up at Nathan. He was a witch? Maybe this wasn't a ploy after all. He didn't seem fake to her. "Air," she said in a hoarse whisper.

She nodded at Clove, "Nice to meet you." She stood, meaning to walk to where she was sitting before, but ended up pacing around the cell. Her skirts rustled with the movement as she tried to think of if escape was an option here. Occasionally she would mutter to herself or shake her head, a scowl etched upon her features.


Nathan:
"That's cool! He said, grinning. "So, do you think escape is possible or.." He trailed off, not quite sure what the other option would be.
But whatever it was, it wouldn't be good.

"I swear to cod if you don't stop pacing I'm going to throw this at you." Jiall motioned to the fiee in his hand and lookes up at Samara. She was hot, but pacing always made him nervous.

"Escape is futile." Lita said, standing up for the first time since the light was turned on.Her hoopskirt made a whooshing noise as it dragged against the floor.

Samara:
The scowl deepened, "Go ahead, try it." She dared him. "At least I'm trying to think of a way out instead of preforming fire tricks used to impress the saloon girls!"


Nathan:
He stood as well, "A-are you sure?" he panicked. "I mean..." He tried to think of something else to say, he sighed. "Are you sure..?"

Clove walked up to the bars on the cell. She saw some vines coming down from the ceiling, so she smirked and moved the vine around a guard's neck and made it pull tightly so he would be strangled.

Jiall stepped up close to Samara and looked down at her. "Don't try to tell me you're not impressed." He raised an eyebrow, unwavering.

Lita sighed and turned to around to face Nathan, but had to look up quite a bit in order to look at his face. "Yeah, I mean they're just going to catch us again." That's when she heard the thud of the body hitting the ground outside the cell. Her eye grew to the size of silver dollars as she saw Clove strangling the guards outside. She backed up a few paces, but ran into Nathan. She was too shellshocked to even move.

Guard:
He worked the shift, listening to them argue. He didn't expect the vine as it wrapped around his neck, pulling him upwards violently. All he heard was a loud snap, that echoed through his body before everything faded to black.


Nathan:
He heard the snap, but didn't know what caused it. He felt Lita run into him and then freeze, "Hey, what happened?" he asked softly. He saw the body on the ground and the vine. "Oh..." he placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, "It's gonna be okay.." he said softly.


Samara:
Samara glared, opening her mouth with another comeback, when sudden movement caught her eye. She glanced over to see the guard yanked up, a loud snap following suit. She faltered, taking a step back, unable to tear her eyes away.