Tristan's hand, which had been outstretched, waiting for Lisette to take it so he could show her what he'd just found, suddenly froze as the television screen came on yet again. His brown eyes left Lisette's and turned to the screen flashing different scenes from different characters' lives instead. It started with a girl, he hadn't really talked to her before, but… something in the scene regarding her life ringed a bell to him - the word Auror. Then there was a scene with two girls, then another with a boy, all people who were standing here in the room. His gaze turned a little fascinated as he caught sight of the people flying across the screen, though it didn't necessarily amaze him, it felt like something he'd seen almost every day of his life.

But then the scene switched again and he was surprised to find himself in the screen this time. His brown eyes widened, the hand that was waiting for Lisette dropping to his side. He watched the scene quietly, a mostly blank but slightly stunned expression on his features.
Once it was over, the expression remained frozen on his features, his body suddenly seeming to grow numb. He couldn't move, he could't really focus his attention or thoughts on anything that wasn't what he had just witnessed. That older boy was his brother… and… the ring, Lisette, the photograph; they were all there. He had taken that photograph, his brother was after him for the ring, and Lisette… Well, he wasn't sure about Lisette. He wasn't certain what exactly he had just seen on the screen, but… that wasn't the same girl in the picture. That wasn't the same girl he'd just given the ring to a few moments earlier, that was most certainly not the girl who so easily charmed him with just a smile. Who was she? Clearly, the Lisette in the middle of the scene and the Lisette at the end of the scene were almost two completely different people, and it was all a little too much for Tristan to understand all at once, to try to figure out on his own.

Still frozen where he stood, he turned to the girl that was still sitting with her back against the wall, brown eyes questioning but at the same time almost pleading, as if hoping dearly she could prove to him somehow that she wasn't that crazed girl at the end of the video but rather the girl he saw in the photograph, the one that spun in circles and got his heart to speed with just one of her smiles. "Lis?" he asked softly, waiting to hear her explanation on this, her own opinions.
He heard shouting in the background, people were clearly upset over the memories they'd just been given, but he paid no attention. His mind was on trying to figure out his own memories, on finding a logic to the scenes he'd just witnessed.

Sylvestre looked at Logic, he shurgged, "We are in this place, so you are right, yet again, anything is possible," he said with a small smile.

He looked at Jeffrey, "Listen Jeff, they have kept us in here this long, what makes you think that they will let us out now," he asked with a concerned look on his face, Jeffrey was over reacting.

OOC: This might be one of my last posts for the night...I won't be on again till Sunday :bye:

"I never said they'd let us out. I'm trying to find the place where they threw those kids in here. Emphasis on the trying." Jeffery glared at Frenchie for a moment, then continued to feel around the wall. There had to be something here...

OOC: Aww, buh-bye! :bye:

She decided to walk back into the main room right as she saw the big black box turn on.

She is standing in front of a crowd, all of whom are carrying picket signs that say things like, ‘No tolls for trolls’ and ‘No bars for centaurs’. She has just finished saying something rallying and the crowd throws up a cheer. She’s wearing a badge that says, SETMAC.

Suddenly, she is grabbed from behind by a man wearing strange robes and a badge. She breaks free and punches him square in the nose. The scene blurs and changes and the same girl is standing in a courtroom, looking defiantly at the judge. She’s wearing a SETMAC shirt.

“Sunshine Jack,” says the judge. “Are you aware that attacking an Auror is a serious offense?”

Sunshine remains completely silent.

She had just been in the bathroom, where she had seenherself in the mirror. That girl was her. Her name was, Sunshine. Sunshine, she smiled, she liked it. Sunshins remembered what the badge meant; SETMAC. I meant ‘Students for the Equal Treatment of Magical Allied Creatures.’ So she was for the equal treatment of magical allied creatures. Well, she suppowed so. Everyone should be equal.

Augie looked up as the TV turned back on..He saw everyone's lives appeared in it..His expression changed when he saw his face and two girls on the screen..What he saw on the screen made him froze..'Am I a punk or something?' he thought..A lot of questions going on his head..

He turned his gaze to Charlotte and Beryl.."I guess we do know each other then..Considering that we're partner in crime" he said

Laryn woke up, nothing made sense and something had to be done she decided, well first they needed to decide on something, a leader, someone to speak up for them all, then needed to decide what this was, and whether to believe it or not, she believed it, but...something wasn't right, that boy didn't seem like a murderer, that girl didn't seem the sort to graffiti, something's not right she murmered, and began to pace, trying to think logically

He noticed that the cufflinks had tiny holes in them, tiny holes that looked as if they used to hold decorative stones of some sort, decorative stones that weren't there anymore, that were missing.

However, his attention was drawn away from the cufflinks as the T.V screen flickered to life again but this time it was louder and his attention was drawn to it, he walked forwards so that he was at the back of the crowd of people around it but he towered over them and was able to see the small screen.

He watched horrified as scene after scene was shown on the screen, all featuring the people around the room. And when his own face appeared in the screen, his eyes rounded in shock, he seemed to be talking with Iggy, Aiden he corrected himself mentally. And he was Seth. SC. Seth.

He looked around at the people in the room with him as the T.V went off again. He looked at Aiden. The guy had stunned him there when he apparently tried to run away. That must mean that they weren't best mates. But that girl, that girl who threw up? Wasn't she familiar? No, he thought, he had no idea who she was.

Seth looked uneasily around the room again and walked up to Aiden, while looking around the room his eyes fell on Jeffery, the one that admitted of murder. Was there a murder between them, he thought uneasily. But wait, he had sold a young girl something that made her throw up. Something that from the look on Aiden's face was seemed illegal, was he any better than a murderer? No, he thought, definitely not. But what the hell was he thinking selling something nasty to that girl? How could he have done that?

He stopped beside Aiden and looked at him, he tried to smile but wasn't successful. "So, .." He started awkwardly, trying to think of something to make light of the situation but he couldn't.
"Do you remember any of this?" He asked him, postponing the more pressing question.

Charlotte looked at him then away. "I suppose so," she muttered as she kicked the ground. How could she be like that? What had driven her to be that way...? But she still didn't believe that magic existed, no matter how real it had just seemed.

Beryl looked over to August as he spoke. She could tell a bit of him was trying to make light of the situation so she attempted a weak smile that didn't quite make it. Finally she nodded. "Yeah," was all she could say for the moment.

Out of the corner of her eye, Beryl saw Charlotte's head turn in August's direction. When she looked at the girl, she saw her kick the ground. She sighed and looked back at her.... best friend, apparently? Anyway she looked at August and moved over towards him. "Sorry about her."

August looked at Charlotte kicked the ground..'I guess she still in some kinda shock'..He gave her a weak smile..


"It's okay..I guess I'm kinda understand her situation" he sighed.."You seem so calm about all of this, Beryl" he said..

Aiden stared at Seth for a moment, he wasn't sure if he should be angry or not. Well for now he was utterly confused "nope, you?" he asked turning his gaze back to the tv. HOW ON EARTH DID THEY CATCH THAT ON TAPE?!?!?!!

June was taken aback. Her sister was upset; June was a little uncomfortable calling her that, but it sounded familiar, as if having a sister was a vague memory far back from her early childhood. But they did have some similar physical characteristics here and there, as if they were of the same kin. They definitely weren't identical, that was for sure. Fraternal was what they most likely were.

Seeing her sister attempting to suck it up and hold in her tense emotions was heart-breaking but June, not the most courageous person, stood there as still as a statue, her facial features set in an unnerved expression. What was wrong with her? Shouldn't familial instincts be kicking in at the moment? Biting her lower lip in almost the exact fashion that Sydney had hers, she reached out a tentative, shaking hand. Her dainty fingers made contact with Sydney's shoulder and she squeezed it lightly in what was supposed to be a comforting gesture, although June was so nervous and scared that it might have looked like more of a spastic movement. "It-it will be alright," She murmured, making an effort to speak a bit louder, "At least we have food, eh?" She smiled ever so slightly and gestured to the apple that was held limply in Sydney's hand.

Lisette turned to Tristian, ready to give him her hand. But then the screen flashes on. It shows a picture of three people. Her, Tristian, and Tristain's brother.. what was his name again?? She covers her mouth in shock when watching Tristan getting beaten up.

Tears well up in her eyes. Then a new scene came. She looks at the ring, in the same lustful way as she did on the TV. She sighed.

She turned to Tristian. "Tristan.. I.. " she began. Then her eyes widened, she remembered. "I was scared.. I thought.. I thought that I was being trapped.. when you gave me this ring..."" she said, quivering. Tears were falling for her eyes. She was crying, she covered her face with her hands, so he wouldn't see. She felt so sick..

Tristan listened as Lisette explained to him that she'd just felt trapped when he'd given her the ring, but he wasn't fully buying it. She didn't look... 'trapped' at the end of that video. She looked... crazed, greedy even. He wasn't sure what to think, he felt like he was dealing with two different people who lived in the same body - one being the sweet Lisette that smiled at him from the photograph, and another being the Lisette that ran away with the ring, looking anything but miserable as she did so.

But then, just as the boy's expression was slowly beginning to turn rather stony, the girl began to cry, her slender hands covering her face. Tristan felt his heart sink at that moment, his features softening and his gaze turning a bit startled. He hadn't expected to make her cry! And the sight of such a thing nearly shattered him to pieces. "Hey..." he muttered, taking a step closer to the girl and sitting down beside her. "I'm sorry," he said softly, unable to help feeling a little guilty even though he hadn't really done anything wrong. Perhaps he was just being stubborn, but part of him just wanted to believe that Lisette truly was innocent of any fault, that in reality the one to mess things up here was him. He wasn't sure why, but he felt he preferred it that way, rather than facing the fact that perhaps Lisette wasn't necessarily an "angel in the wind" as the photograph was captioned.

Jeffery noticed that basically everyone else had someone to talk to about what they'd just seen. He shouldn't be jealous, how could he talk to someone about what he'd done? Hoping no one would notice, he silently stood up and went into the bathroom. He shut the door and locked it, hearing the little click near the door-knob. He put his hands on the sink and looked up into the mirror. Who was he? He was Jeffery Philbert, age 17, murderer of his own brother. Jeffery suddenly remembered something and got the pocketknife out of his pocket. The initials on it were JSP. His initials were JSP, but so were Jacob's. That's why the Sneaker Scope in the knife kept spinning while he was holding it. It knew he'd murdered Jacob. It knew he was a killer. He dropped the knife with a clatter onto the floor and started sobbing, letting the tears drop into the sink. He gripped the sides as he looked up into the mirror. As he saw his face, he yelled and punched the mirror, shattering it into a million pieces and cutting his fist. He slid down the wall into a corner, holding his bloody hand, still sobbing. What was wrong with him? Who was he?

Charlotte looked up. "I can't believe I did something like that," she muttered. And how was it possible? The magic? "The video was like... edited or something right? It's not real?" she asked them, practically begging them to lie to her. How could she have been like that? Was that really was she used to be like? Before she... appeared here?

Beryl nodded. She, too, understood it. They all did. The three of them were in the same boat. Just feeling differently about it. At August's words, though, the corner of her mouth pulled up slightly. "It's just me I guess," she said with a shrug before adding, "Or whoever I was. Or am." She shook her head. She was still curious about whether any part of her old self was part of her now or not. "Well, anyway, it could be worse right? And besides.... knowing that we were friends - that helps. It helps a lot," she said with a smile.

"I honestly don't know, Charlotte" it's the only thing August could said to Charlotte..The video looks very real to him but he didn't want to say it to her..He's afraid if he said something like that it'll break the girl and he didn't want to lie too..He didn't want to cause more damage to the girl..


"Yeah it helps a lot..Knowing that we were friends" he said smiling.."What do you know about yourself so far, Beryl?Do you have your wand with you?" he asked

"I have no idea what all that was about!" Seth agreed gulping. It was really weird that theses moments, these seemingly crucial moments of their lives were taped and showed to them on this T.V screen in a place where no one seemed to have any memory at all. Where no one knew what was going around!
"So it seems that we were in an argument," He said smiling slightly as he looked at Aiden. "And that little girl, I reckon she's your sister or something." He added. Preferring to keep out the part that he'd sold her something that made her sick.

His head whipped around as heard the muffled sound of glass being shattered. "What was that?" He said sharply, holding his hand up to Aiden, telling him to come with him and check what's happening. He walked to the bathrooms and noticed one of them that was locked. He was sure that the sound was came from there.

"Open up," he commanded, a little surprised at the level of authority in his voice. He knocked three times and waited.

Laryn watched the "murder" walk off, she followed him and saw that someone was trying to get him to open up, screw that she muttered, god knows what could happen to him whilst he was in there on his own, she listened to the sobs and decided what to do, she walked back and braced her shoulder before ramming the door, again and again, trying to undo the lock, help please she asked the boy who's name she didn't know

"it seems that way" Aiden said smirking a bit STOP SMIRKING! SERIOUS FACE! he thought sternly and the smirk disappearing "I dunno if she's my sister though, just looking at her makes me mad" he said admittedly, but he had a point, she had looked a lot like him and he seemed pretty worried about her and if she was a sibling than it was normal to be mad at each other ... right? Aiden shrugged as Seth asked what some sound was "sounded like something breaking" he replied before following him, a James Bond theme playing in his head. He stepped back a bit as Seth "commanded" the person to open up, but he was too chicken to say anything for himself

Laryn turned around, she wasn't getting anywhere with this door, hi I don't know you're name but a little bit of help please? she asked, still ramming the door, concentration on her face, somehow she felt like this was a repeat of something that happened in her life and that it hadn't ended well, either way she was busting this door open, alone or not

"uh.. Aiden" Aiden said watching this girl ram into the door. "are you sure thats a good idea? cause whoever's in there, well lets just say they don't sound too happy" he said still watching her try and ram the door down. It wasn't working to well, but he wasn't gonna help, the person in there could be a zombie, and just quietly he liked his brain just the way it is

Laryn turned, you think it's better to leave him in there?! she snapped, not meaning to but the effort she was making was making her tired and short tempered, he might hurt himself or god knows what she told him, trying to tame her short tounge, the boy wasn't stopping with his sobbing, and she didn't care if he was a murder, she had always tried to look the best in people, and she certainly wasn't going to let him stay in there, sobbing away

"well, yes and no" Aiden said trying to keep his temper under control "yes it's better to leave him in there so he doesn't hurt anyone" he explain "but no I don't want him to hurt himself" he finished still not helping, seriously, there were more people in danger out here than in there so outside that door looked like the place to be