<b><div style="text-align: center">The Specials​</div></b><br/><i>* It was 2069 when a divine miracle has occurred. American scientists in Colombia discovered a new mutation in the human DNA when a newly born girl was able to charge a cell phone simply by touching it. Regardless of how amazing this discovery is, and how useful it would prove to be, both governments agreed to keep the matter a secret. The girl was detained in secret US laboratory in Seattle, and after months of experiments and tests, the girl died before she turned 6 months old. Her name was Amanda, and now, in 2070, she is viewed as a martyr to all those with mutated DNA.<br/>
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* Several other instances were recorded in the upcoming decade, and the UN is working hard to find and detain all those with special powers. Powers gradually grew to be a fearful thing, while one man could heal injuries, another could cause earthquakes. These abilities had to be detained, and controlled. They can not live with the normal population, and the population can not be aware of them.<br/>
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* Through the use of chemicals and other twisted means, several of these so called "Specials" have now been tamed and joined the government to find and capture newly reported specials. Their abilities proved helpful to combat aggressive specials and also erase any tracks of their existence.<br/>
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* In 2070, scientists involved in the project are slowly changing their views. The rapidly increasing number of specials reported made them think that the exposure is only a matter of time, and all they managed to discover was a few chemicals that can temporarily disable the powers. They started thinking differently, a faction of the scientists took the more reasonable approach and decided to teach the specials to control their powers and live civilly, while others worked day and night to permanently disable the powers.<br/>
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* In 2071, scientists who wanted to educate and train the specials managed to convince the higher ups to establish a secret training ground for specials everyone. It was basically a college, teaching students whatever normal kids learned, as well as a few extra classes to learn about each others powers and how to control them, as well as how to keep them a secret. Scientists who were still determined to disable the abilities saw that most of their subjects are now enrolled in this school, so they decided to be teachers anyways.<br/>
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* In 2076, the school's officials had to worry about the first generation of graduates. Judging that they were still too dangerous to set free, they decided to imprison them in what they called "Detention".<br/>
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* It's 2080, and ever since 2076, every graduate was sent to Detention. New students entered the school with hopes of rehabilitation in the school and then graduating to freedom. Little they know that they were going to be imprisoned as soon as they 'graduate'.</i><br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>Profiles: http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=55218&pid=1424274#pid1424274<br/><br/>Sign ups: http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=54896<br/><br/>OOC: http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=55315<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>Her feet kicked the air before her eyelids opened. Her phone alarm wasn't particularly loud but she had always been a light sleeper. Reem jumped up in bed and immediately reached for the source of disturbance, and already knowing what buttons to press, she swiftly silenced the alarm and only after that did she gently open her eyes. She pulled her body up and sat on her bed, then started rubbing her eyes clear and slowly processed that she had just woke up. It was Monday, the first boring day of the first boring week in her boring school. This is only her third semester, yet she hates her school with a passion. She viewed it as useless, boring and, using her words, lame.<br/><br/>Her eyes darted at her sleepy roommate. Lucky bitch didn't have to wake up so early and attend a lame class. Reem however, had to quickly freshen or she would be late to class. While it is true that her grades held absolutely no importance to her, she didn't want to fail classes and be forced to spend more years in school. Professors in her school for an odd reason seemed to aim to have as many Fs in their classes as they possibly can. It was as if they didn't want people to graduate. That did worry Reem a bit, but as long as Cs are achievable if she drinks many cups of coffee before the exams, she didn't care much. Though, that was her last semester. She started the semester carelessly, and only started to study hard the week of the finals after she had realized how high she needs to score in order to pass.<br/><br/>Her ability was self duplication. She loved it, and the fact that her ability had been suppressed throughout the year she had spent in school drove her crazy. Teachers in her lame school didn't trust students enough to practice their powers. Every week, students were given syringes to consume in order to suppress their abilities till the next injection was handed to them. Most students adhered to that rule, and many were mislead into believing that the injects will eventually 'cure' them and that taking them is for their own good. Of course, since the mutation is already present in their DNA, nothing they consume will alter that. The scientists working in the school were simply buying time for themselves until they find a permanent way to fix these 'afflictions' as they though. To them, every single student here, regardless of how lethal their abilities were, are a threat to mankind and need to be contained,<u>at least.</u><br/><br/>Within fifteen minutes, Reem was completely dressed up. Black had always been her favorite color ever since she was kid. Even though many events had altered her personality, which changed her from the fun vigorous kid to the sarcastic pessimist teenager, she remained loyal to her favorite color. She wore her black, figure-hugging pants that embellished her curves from waist to hip. Her pants comfortably stopped by her knees, leaving the last quarter of her legs for air to fiddle with. Her torso was nicely covered with her red and black blouse, which had the writing "Lebanon" written on it. Five minutes was all she needed to walk from her dorm to her first classroom, she sat on the last seat on the row backed and flanked to the right by a wall. That was her favorite place to sit at, the view wasn't terrible, but it was quiet enough for her to take a nap, easy for her to use her phone without her teacher noticing, and granted her the least probability of being asked in class.<br/><br/>Campus was a huge underground facility. All the students are kept unaware of their whereabouts, they don't even know if they are still in the US. They have no idea how to escape, and are only aware of where they sleep, where they eat, and where they study. They know where the management sector is, but no student has ever set foot there. There is a small clinic they were instructed to attend in case they needed medical assistance, and an advising office for them to contact the school's management in case they needed to report an incident. Cameras are installed everyone on campus, and even though there is mobile network coverage, they are told directly by the school management that all calls and texts are monitored. Internet service is present, but the number of sites accessible is very limited - most of which are learning sites.