gUYS, I FINISHED, SORRY IT'S SO LATE-
I blame procrastination and writer's block- *points accusing finger*
One month later…
“We’ve got to get out of here.”
Fairy glanced up from the worn old pages of the book she was reading, tucking a strand of her brown hair behind her ear. As usual, Ellysia was pacing back and forth restlessly in the middle of the common room, her piercing yellow eyes staring fixedly at the smooth white floor. She had her long blond hair tied back in a loose ponytail today, and her lightning bolt necklace gleamed whenever she passed under the skylight.
“That's what you always say.” Falcon commented from the other side of the room, where she sat joyfully munching on pineapple slices.
“And that's what you always say.” Ellysia fired back. The ruby eyes on her snake choker seemed to glare at Falcon almost as fiercely as its owner.
“And that's what you always say back.” Falcon said, frustrated, through a mouthful of pineapple. Her bright red hair matched the red shirt she always seemed to be wearing, and her equally bright green eyes surveyed Ellysia with annoyance.
“Do you two repeat this entire conversation every week?” Elizabeth asked curiously, looking up from her drawing to watch them bicker. Her own deep blue eyes gazed at the pair of them questioningly, and her wavy blond hair brushed the table on one side as she tilted her head.
“Yes.” Dellow said, carefully moving a chess piece. “Your turn, Fairy.” Leaning back on the buttercup yellow couch, she directed her attention back to Elizabeth. “It always ends with Fal shouting at Ellysia to just make a plan instead of complaining, and then Ellysia makes a hopelessly complicated or impossible plan no one really wants to try-,”
“They’re not hopeless.” Ellysia defended herself, angrily whirling around to face Dellow. “The last one would've worked, if-,”
“If this place wasn't quite so secure?” Dellow suggested, spooning some more chocolate ice cream into her mouth. She was currently attempting to eat the whole bucket of ice cream, as always, and was undoubtedly going to get a stomachache later, as always. The empty cups beside her that formerly contained vanilla yogurt were also her doing.
“It's not my fault the skylight’s so strong.” Ellysia replied, wincing at the memory of the last time they'd tried breaking out. That hadn’t ended very well…
Fairy slid a chess piece forwards on the board. “They wouldn't have put it there if it wasn't.” she pointed out. She carefully folded her crumpled wings and leaned back as Dellow had, waiting for her to make a move.
Curled up on a chair next to the bookshelf, Ivy had noticeably tensed at the mention of ‘the last one’, her own large brown butterfly wings pressing together subconsciously as she had what were probably some unpleasant memories resurface.
Fairy felt a small sting of jealousy like she frequently did whenever she saw those graceful wings; then regretted it because Imagine could hear her, even though she had been thinking it for long enough for him to have noticed anyways.
“She's right this time, though.” Imagine, who'd been oddly silent (and had probably noticed both Ivy and Fairy’s thoughts) said suddenly.
“Who is?” asked Fiona, not taking her gaze off her writing. “Fairy? Dellow?” She continued scribbling on, using their hardback copy of Jane Eyre as support.
“No, I mean Ellysia.” Imagine responded. (“Yes!” Ellysia said from where she was standing.) “Hold on, I don't want to miss something…” (Falcon abruptly cut herself off as she started on a scornful remark.) Everyone fell silent, letting him concentrate on his mind-reading until a few seconds later, when Imagine’s green eyes lit up and he promptly announced, “Next Saturday at three o'clock.”
“…What's happening on Saturday?” Platinum asked from his right, snapping his book closed.
Imagine bit his lip. “Our chances of getting out disappear. Abraham –that's the guy in charge- is coming here to get some mind-reading of his own. He's in the building practically 24/7, there’d be extra security as soon as the thought crosses our minds.”
“So we have six days to do something none of you have been able to do in six YEARS?” Eliza burst out, dropping her colored pencil.
“Yep.” Ellysia said. “I'll start planning.” She stalked grumpily past Falcon and snatched a bit of paper off a shelf, then started rapidly sketching stuff on it, Eliza peering curiously from across the table. The self-painting canvas no longer had paint appearing on it, meaning Violet was probably looking at Ellysia's planning too, invisible as usual.
Unexpectedly, Valentia paused her audiobook and gingerly picked her way over to the table as well, signing something rapidly. Something tugged her sleeve and her pace evened out a bit, meaning that Violet was probably leading her on a path clear of chairs and obstructions.
After settling herself in a chair, Valentia resumed signing, and Ivy (after asking her to slow down a bit) tried translating. “She says she's got an idea… Can you repeat that sign again- oh, all right, yes, Elizabeth-,”
Eliza perked up at the mention of her name.
“What is that- can you slow down some more? Sorry, I still don't recognize- just fingerspell it… shapeshifting- break the- oh no, I’m not doing that again- oh, okay- that thing's strong, though-,”
At this point Eliza asked Ivy to “Speak up because not all of us have Ellysia’s hearing, you know.”
Ivy skidded to a halt before trying again, a bit louder this time.
And so the plan began…
(It's probably a bit rushed, but I feel very proud for having finally finished it :D )