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[Center][h2][color=DB7093]Cynthia[/color][/h2][/Center]

Cynthia had been stretching her legs for minutes on end, walking in haphazard loops throughout the auditorium. Her doctors gave her a good amount of exercise, but there was nothing more peaceful than moving in small strides between the rows and rows of chairs. She felt the intrusive stares of guards on her back, and ignored them wholly. At times, she would find herself choosing between maneuvering past her siblings, and talking to them. At each opportunity, she chose to ignore them. She simply had nothing to talk about, and the thought of them hating her- for what Void 2 had done to Dr. Smith...she couldn't bear it. 

Just as Cynthia began to grow weary of her walking, a...presence, rippled through her. It spoke of clear power, and deep within her soul Void 2 perked up. It found interest in hardly anything, so this made Cynthia straighten, on high alert. Her eyes flickered between the children, just as another wave of power lit up her nerves. Void 2 was prowling within, curious. Cynthia fought to keep it at bay, and she threw her head back, exhaling. Her sigh turned into a sharp intake of breath, as she marveled at the colors before her. A myriad of purples, pinks, blues and greens fluttered through the air, undulating to their own beat. Cynthia's heart pounded at the wondrous sight, recognizing it as the Aurora Borealis. The tension in Cynthia's shoulders eased, until she lost herself in the colors of the rippling ribbons. 

Void 2 took this opportunity to pick at the bonds that held it captive in Cynthia's soul. It caressed them like a lover, far too wise to perform the task any other way. Cynthia tightened as her stomach rolled, and the ribbons of color in the sky became r-ribbons...of- 

[I]-flesh. The thick strands and gangly strips were linked on the floor in a grotesque conglomeration of destroyed features and gore. The once beautiful, ebony skinned doctor was little more than a sad carcass, but the way she twitched and groaned -causing fresh blood to seep out of her unprotected veins- told Cynthia that she was, in fact, still alive.[/I]

Cynthia moaned as she bent at the waist, dry heaving. Her form danced in the light, her entire body shrouded in thick puffs of shadow. Instantly, she was alerted by the heavy footfall of a guard. She held up a hand in a silent plea, slumping into the nearest chair. The guard stood at the ready, and they stared each other down until he slowly eased back into his position along the wall. Inside its bonds, Void 2 was roaring with laughter, his grizzly voice amplified ten fold. Cynthia sat curled up in her chair for a long while, fighting to regain a hold of her being. 

After a while, she had calmed herself down enough to realize how embarrassing her bout was. She glanced around, wondering who had noticed, her eyes glazed with tears. Sitting a few chairs down from her was her brother, Eli. He wasn't a bad brother, but he was quite closed off. She realized, in that moment, how close they were in that regard. Carefully, she slid over to him, her movements graceful and quiet.

[color=DB7093]“Hi, Eli.”[/color] She attempted meekly, her voice soft and somewhat husky. She kept a safe distance, leaving a yawning gap between them. She knew he was more comfortable being alone, but she found the space quite cozy, since she usually wasn't allowed to be too close to others. She thumbed the whorls on her gloves, unsure of what to say. [color=DB7093]“It's been awhile, since we last talked. Anything new going on?”[/color] She cringed at her choice of words, and debated on whether or not she should slink away. In the end, she stayed around, fidgeting with her gloves, and waiting on his response.