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((Edited my post and also, she was before you looked at it))

[[I know I told her personally she couldn't be a shapeshifter before I accepted it.]]

((oh okay... sorry about that, it's just, too many shapeshifters when there are so many other powers... it ticks me. But yea, you should probably put on the OP that Shapeshifters are not being accepted anymore X3))

[[Way ahead of you go check out the rules.]]

((oooh okay Yay! Also, hm... mind putting up a starting post so I know where to put Ariana? ))

{Ok}

Aiden~
He was bored there wasnt much to do. Well actually in the game room there was a lot of things to do. He shifted getting more comfortable on the couch. The tv room was a comfy place to hang out but the tv shows were boring as heck. I mean education, educational, educational. Not that there was anything wrong with that he just thought documentaries were boring, exspecially ones about the War and the great and almighty Generals. He snorted slightly then looked at the clock. Oh nearly time for checks. People usually came into the tv/rec room so they could wander around after that for an hour while people thought they were well in the tv room, or at least where when the checks came round.

Ariana shifted in her corner in the TV room. She sat there in the corner, arms draped over her knees, watching the documentary with both interest and disgust. Though one may think her violent, she wasn't a violent person at all, only when it came to the generals. She grunted quietly and shifted her position a little so her butt wasn't hurting. She preferred being in the shadows where she was most comfortable than being out in the open on the comfy couches... she had felt how comfy they were when she was first here and though she wished for that comfort, too many people were in the TV room. She shifted a little again, waiting for the checks to come around. She wasn't going to try and get out... yet. She would wait for the big jail break. She would easily slip past those that were fighting and out into the open... no need for fighting for her, just an easy slip through while everyone else was doing the work for her.

CJ sat in a small beanbag in the games room, Switch concealed under a coat on her lap. She suspected that the little ferret would not be allowed in the room, so she had smuggled him in. She just hoped he would stop drawing attention to her with his scuffling under the thick canvas coat.
She flicked her fringe out of her eyes for the upteenth time as she turned to the next page of her novel. It was a good book, she thought, even if some of the characters were too perfect for their own good. That Lisa Morris girl for example, she was blonde, pretty, blue eyed and intelligent. Nobody could ever be like her, with a perfect toilet bowl white set of teeth and ruby red lips. She sighed and shut the book, glancing briefly at Aiden and Ariana, before leaning back in her beanbag and shutting her eyes.

Alice smiled slightly as she entered the TV room, trying to maintain a scowl on her face as she directed her semi-harsh words at the guide beside her. The actual expression, however, was greatly overshadowed by her generally good mood which shone through her sightless eyes even when her mouth was twisted down in a disappointed expression.

"I promise you, Dexter, the next time you try that trick with the treats again you won't get any more for at least a month," she spoke in a tone to the dog that indicated she would make good on her word, although the truth was that she spoiled the Labrador too much for his own good. "Besides," she added humorously, "You're getting fat." The dog seemed to respond in turn to her words with a small, indignant whine as Alice took a seat on one of the empty couches where Dexter had lead her, sinking into the cushions. She laughed at the sound, giving the canine a rub between his ears as Dexter wagged his tail and started to pant. Alice noticed the presence of more people in the room, and although she knew basically everyone by voice, it still frustrated her that she couldn't read the auras of the living as well as the dead. "So, is this really the only thing on?" Alice asked the currently nameless crowd, cracking a small, shy smile at her own joke in lame attempt to add a bit more of a happy mood to the room as she usually tried to do. Sure, it didn't always work, but Alice hated feeling sad auras around her and not doing anything about it; and even though the slight hints of feelings around her were not necessarily sad, they weren't all that happy either.

CJ smiled slightly as another person entered a room. She laughed at the comment she had made on the documentary.
"I don't know, but this is kinda interesting. You can change the channel if you would like to."
CJ scanned the room for a remote. Switch made a weird little noise from under the jacket and CJ blushed with embarassment. She found the remote under a cushion and tossed it to Alice. Her failed throw was evident as the remote landed at Alice's feet. Switch poked his nose out from beneath the jacket, most likely because he could smell the labrador that had accompanied Alice to the TV room. CJ covered him quickly and went back to daydreaming.