ʀᴀᴠᴇɴ ᴘᴇʀᴇɪʀᴀ (ilusao) wrote in commandhq, @ 2018-04-22 21:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | p: lindsey, raven pereira |
WHO Raven Pereira (narrative)
WHAT Residents of Suites Six, Seven and Eight are in for a sudden, major headache (and for those in Suite Seven -- a loss of consciousness; see OOC note at the end of scene)
WHEN Late, Sunday night
WHERE Raven's room
RATING Low
She had waited days to open up Raf’s letter. She hadn’t seen him since before they’d taken her from school after her ill-advised revenge upon a disgusting teacher, and she hadn’t heard from him since she’d been moved from the youth facility to Washington. Although she and her brother had never been extremely close, his silence had stung; it might have lashed her worse if she didn’t know he was trying to hide who he was from the people who had taken her into custody.
When she finally opened and read it, Raven wished she’d waited a little longer.
Raf and his friends, it seemed, had been discovered. Supers, the lot of them, and most of them caught and carted off. Raf, one of the lone escapees, had fled – all the way back to Brazil. Out of their reach, and far, far away from her. Reunited with their mom, perhaps.
Raven rarely had any moments of regret when it came to staying in the United States when her mom had been sent to Brazil. The Wilsons had taken her in, she got to have months-long sleepovers with her best friend, and her entire life hadn’t been uprooted because the government chose then to deport her mother. She did, sometimes, think about where she’d be now if she had gone with her mom – would she be in university? Travelling? In a scarier place? The ifs and the maybes, they were at times, but thankfully not often, crippling.
And now Raf was going “home” (though it had never actually been her home), reuniting with their mother, and Raven was here, stuck in Limbo.
It may not have been fair to be angry with him, and yet, she was furious.
Why did he get that chance—for a second time—and she was stuck here for—well. Who knew how long? She was coming up on nineteen and this should have been the prime of her life. She should have been worrying about exams and boys not texting her back quickly enough and sneaking into clubs with Dove and their friends. Those may have been shallow wants, but they were mundane experiences which had been robbed from her.
And as childish as it was to think it, it wasn’t fair.
There was an outpour inside – something that had been walled up and repressed broke free. Alone in her room, tearing up her brother’s letter, she cried and rambled under her breath in Portuguese; she hated her powers, she loathed being a Super, this place was wasting her, she missed her mom.
When she looked at the confetti-style paper pieces flung about her feet, she could only think one thing: pathetic.
And without meaning to, the unleashing of that anger and sadness released something else. A pulse surged from her mind out across her floor and to the ones above and below, overwhelming every person on each three of the floors.
When she was finally able to pull it back, Raven tumbled back onto her bed, falling into an exhausted slumber.
[OOC: This would effect everyone on floors Six, Seven and Eight; if you do not want your character to be effected by this, they could have been elsewhere at the time of the Psionic Inundation and missed it (LUCKY). Conversely, if characters who don't live on these floors were visiting friends at the time, yikes for their visiting time! Characters with Psychic Immunity wouldn't have been affected by it. The effects of Psionic Inundation would have been like a migraine on steroids; very, very sudden, painful, ears ringing, and so on. It lasted for about three and a half minutes. For people in Suite Seven, if they were asleep, the effects would have woken them up before knocking them right back out again, probably for the rest of the night.]