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Marusaki watched Mora leave. “O-ok...” she said, surprised. “What should we do?” She asked, turning to Natasha. She could see Natasha, because a ghost is a soul.

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Natasha spoke through her soul “If you want to escape, follow me, your powers are valuable. Meet me at my tent at midnight, we can easily escape if we work together.”

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Kaida, curling up on the ground, looked at Marusaki. "... Huh?"

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Murasaki nodded, not realizing she was talking to the soul projection of Natasha. She sat down and talked to her spirit friends, while she waited for midnight to come.

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He poked his head out hearing the girl. "hmm" he was already heading toward her tent.

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7 yawned and put away her book. She stood, stretched again and left for her bed. Now would be a good time to take a nap she decided. Sleeping was the one thing she could find solace in. Not even her storm friends as they never understood the feelings of a human. Not that she was particularly distressed at the moment, but was just tired. Sometimes however she would occasionally get moods or be stressed out over something silly.

Near midnight, Marusaki snuck over to Natasha’s tent, and tried to hide. She waited until she saw Natasha.

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5 opened her eyes. There was soft snoring coming from each tent on both sides, but above that was the noise of footsteps. 5 sighed. They really were planning to escape, huh? So they were either extremely stupid or a lot less clueless than she had originally thought. 5 could offer her services. She may have been infamous for all of her failed escape attempts, but at least she knew something about how the fence, guards, and their purposes and such. Then again, maybe it was for the better that she let them try on their own, get caught, and face the consequnces. It was their first time, maybe the Masked Man would go easy on them. She was already the example he needed to keep them in line. Eventually, 5 sighed. She sat up, and with only the soft beeping of her ankle bracelet, she slid to the enterance of the tent. She'd listen in, figure out what kind of plan they had, and maybe she'd help them.

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19 laid atop the blankets on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He hated the vulnerability, the entrapment, of being beneath the relatively heavy fabrics. Above him, shapes made of cloud-like wisps formed as he bent the air to his will. If he recalled correctly, there was another somewhere in the Community with an ability connected with the air, but he'd never met them, and he knew better than to want to. Curiosity killed the cat, as the saying went. He winced; that was a saying of the Outside, another remanent of his past life, and yet another thing he must distance from himself. The wispy formations had begun to run away from him and represent his subconsciousness instead of the nonsensical patterns he'd been playing with before. For once, the boy once known as Tempest allowed them. An apartment building, a fluffy-looking dog, books, what was known as a football, something else called a swimming pool, all relics of who he had once been, appeared in succession. From the depths of his memory, the face of his mother suddenly surfaced. He let out a hiss of pain, slashing at the depiction with his left hand, as if to rid himself of it. The air started to churn, displaying a scene of an 11 year old boy being dragged from that same apartment building, two females being held at gunpoint by a soldier in the background. It flipped to that same boy, now 13, tearing loose from soldiers, pulling a self-fashioned knife from his pocket, and running towards the fence surrounding the community. Then, the boy was forced to his knees as one of the soldiers wrenched the knife from his hands and grinned at it cruelly. The soldier raised the blade...
19 cried out, rolling off of his bed and grabbing a pillow, which he lobbed at the mural in the air of his own creation. He turned and fled from his tent, wild panic in his eyes, his head spinning.

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5 rolled her eyes. There were more footsteps now. Heavier. And by the sound of the panicked breathing, someone scared. Normally 5 wouldn't care less but this concerned her in a way. If she was going to go through with this she needed the group to remain undiscovered until she could decide whether or not to join them. Didn't sound like a Soldier so it would probably be another one of the guinea pigs. She got to her feet. 5 needed some air anyways. She moved the tent flap, stepping out. She walked out and looked around until she spotted him. "Nice night. What's a goody two shoes doing out after dark?"

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His head whipped towards the voice, a flash of fear in his eyes, but only temporarily. 19 quickly forced his thoughts away, regaining control over himself. How idiotic of him to allow his powers to get away from him once more. He didn't answer immediately, first allowing his eyes to grow accustomed to the dark. Upon perceiving the purple haired form of 5, however, he relaxed slightly, though not visibly. At least he likely wouldn't be getting in trouble. However, he was still highly embarrassed, and quickly responded with a shrug and an emotionless, "I heard noises and wanted to see what was going on." Although he didn't know how much she had heard, he assumed this answer would be believable enough.

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Murasaki poked her head out when she heard Mora’s voice. “Hello?” She whispered, knowing that the guards weren’t there.

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5 smirked. Despite the emotionless air that he tried to give, 5 had picked up the art of reading between the lines. She could tell that something was going on although 5 was no mind reader, 55 was one, but not her. She folded her arms. "Noises. Seems like the only noises I've heard is your nose breathing and 2's exsessive snoring." She gave him a look. "If you're running from something, this is not the place to do it. I once stole a hunk of bread when there were no cameras or people, and I got found out an hour later." She tensed, taking a step back to the tent. "Who's there?" she hissed.

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Kaida, in dragon form, gently holding Snowy in her mouth, was using her front claws to try and dig a dragonet-sized hole under the fence. Each time she heard footsteps, she'd try to recover the hole, then curl up on that spot, with one wing covering Snowy so the stuffed fox wouldn't be discovered and taken away.

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Murasaki came out, holding her mouse friend’s body that he uses. “Hi” she whispered, before her mouse friend went into the body, and started to help dig a hole.

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He felt a slight prick of indignation that she hadn't believed his lie, but denied himself the ability to act on it. It wouldn't do to create a scene when neither of them was meant to be conversing at this time in the first place, and it wasn't like he'd been telling the truth anyway. All the same, he narrowed his eyes and cooly said, "I have nothing to run from. What are you doing up?" Granted, he had no intention whatsoever of turning her in for anything, but she didn't know that, and he hoped to leverage that to hide his own failure and regression into memories. As another girl appeared from the shadows, it was all he could do to not let out a growl. He felt cornered, although he knew it was likely not the intention of either of them.

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5 nodded in Murasaki's direction. She turned back to Tempest, the smirk returning. "A, that's none of your business. B, Why wouldn't you expect the community's," she exaggerated her next words and made long slow finger quotes, "Bad Child," to not sneak out after lights?" She was sort of amused at this exchange. Amused how ridiculous he sounded and looked. But this exchange was mostly a distraction, so she leaned back on her heels. "So are you as brainwashed as the rest of em?"

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8 waltzed in on there convo. "Hehe, whats going on in here?"

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“So, I came to discuss things with number 11... do any of you know where she is?” Murasaki asked, as her mouse friend was joined by dogs on the other side of the fence to help dig.

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"nah, she wasn't at her tent" He sat down.

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