Realistic or Modern Drafted (One Spot Open - Not Too Late)

[Prudentia]

(First post will be up after everyone's CS's are up and probably a day or two after the thread's creation. I will most likely edit this post so it won't show up in your notifications. I'll let ya'll know in OCC.)

 

[Prudentia]

Inside the Lab Room


We Are Waiting...

A large white-paneled room was blindingly lit and crowded with various equipment, including examination beds, medical equipment spread along tables and shelves, and several computers and cameras. Loud beeps and cracks, clangs and ticks, clicking and scraping filled the entirety of the room. The smell, however, was cleaner than the average lab, smelling of fresh outside morning breeze – the scientist’s choice to make it somewhat comfortable and soothing. The room was built as a lab with testing rooms separated by glass windows and doors for other scientists to view what goes on inside. All over the room were shuffling white lab coats and in the center of the room where more space was made with fold-up chairs and a wood table behind the figure, was a man in a gray suit and blue shirt underneath – no tie. He cleared his throat and flipped through various files, files that consisted of all the profiles of the teenagers and young adults he had brought to this lab in Florida. By now, the kids were probably getting out of the vehicle that escorted them here – this man, was the recruiter and a scientist as well. He was one of the head scientists – his name was Richard.


Easily, his men were able to find each new “participant” – searching far and wide and even paying for the traveling expenses. Of course, the man sent a letter to each participant but only about two days prior to the pick-up of each individual. He had no need to be gentle or polite as his job required immediate presence of each chosen individual. The world was in dire need of changes to their military tactics, and although tons of people realized the experiments done in this labs were illegal, in fact disregarding and violating all human rights, the solutions the scientists provided presumed beneficial for the country. Now, the lab needed its guinea pigs, its rats to test out their life-changing findings. However, there was a high possibility there could be horrible side effects that occur once the entry injections are performed; ranging from outburst of anger and attacks to simple vomiting. The results usually proved deathly for the adults closer to 25 years of age (and older) and the younger participants had some harsh side effects as well but the scientists found greater hope in younger bodies.


Richard had taken his place in front of the wood table and coughed a bit as he waited for the future soldiers to walk through the large metal door. Behind him arranged in a perfect line, were the entry injections, one for each individual. Another two scientists walked over with sanitation materials and a roll-over examination bed. They planned to inject one individual at a time in front of everyone else.


“Be prepared…some of them are potential violent hazards. We will strap those ones down.” He stated as the other two scientists nodded quickly and scurried off to find thick straps to attach to the exam-bed. “And now we await our friends.” He chuckled to himself and shook his head a little.


@Stoked911

 

[CommanderBlade]

Miguel popped his neck while looking around the lab. Miguel looked around noting the sterile environment. Huge white room. Smaller testing rooms needles. WAIT NEEDLES. Miguel looks and sure enough there are needles. "Yep fuck this". Miguel turns and starts to run. A few guards with stun batons make a wall in front of Miguel. Sorry guys but no needles for me. Miguel ducks one guard's swipe. Miguel grabs the next guys arm and " SNAP" Miguel drops his elbow down on the Guards elbow snapping it. Suddenly "Smack" one of the guards hit Miguel in the back of the head. Miguel's vision starts to fade to black. The last thing he saw was the sterile white floor rushing up to embrace him.

 

[Xillia]

Superstition flooded her mind as her heels of her boots clicked firmly against the marble floor, she'd walked down that hallway for what seemed to be an hour. Experimentation huh? Sure would be nice... She chuckled a bit as her thoughts became ludicrous, she wasn't thinking straight at all. She couldn't even remember where she was, but she could sure as hell remember what she was doing. It was baffling and, in its own way, seemed supernatural, to the extent of her knowledge, she had never quite heard of experiments among human beings, mostly among animals or other sorts of creatures that had less value of life.


Just this morning she had woken to a crisp air, warm and refreshing, a swift breeze had flowed through the open window, the scent of flora and fauna drifted, chattering voices from the early shoppers on the street occupied her sense of hearing. It was a dream she was living in, she'd had her most recent fight only a weak ago and she'd had to use her hands to sit up in bed, yet, even found regret in this course of movement. She groaned softly as she rubbed her shoulders, driving her thumbs into sore tissue as she'd rubbed her mess of something she had called hair. Sliding her tongue across her lips, she felt the overwhelming desire for food, and something to drink.


After managing to fight past her pain and swing her legs out of bed, she got to walking, moving into her kitchen which carried the fond scent of last night's burnt meal. She sighed, opening the fridge and grabbed a half-eaten fast food burger, she wasn't exactly the most tidy of people, but she was living on her own, so there wasn't much worry about it. She wondered how her brother, sister-in-law and niece were doing. For some reason, she felt rather attached to her niece Isabel. The girl had a certain way about her, she was young, cute, and mature, and most of all, she was the only person who'd stay a night and not leave. She always enjoyed her company, whether or not they played a game, or went to the beach, she had the most loving smile to her face. She felt a small smile cross her own light-pink lips, Maybe... Just maybe... One day, I can put all this ambition aside and have a family of my own...


For Christina, her life was practically a dream already, she lived in a beautiful and serene west coast city, surrounded by gorgeous people, men and women alike, and was making a name for herself, gaining money, living through her days with comfort... She rubbed her shoulders again, well, sort of. Nevertheless, all of this money and title she had begun to acquire, left her feeling empty, like the real challenge had a bitter taste to it, and she wanted no more of it. She let out a small groan as she sat down in her comforter chair, crossing her leg over the other, her underwear still being the only thing she was wearing. Ideally, she was filling her stomach, but in her own opinion, it was her mind that was being filled, the soft calories of the staling burger occupying the empty acids of her stomach. But all this energy, would be put to her mind, she wasn't going to fight for awhile, so why waste energy? After satisfying herself and tossing the wrapper on the ground, she leaned her head back, the room was trashy, and smelled of horrid, burnt food. She lost an opportunity at a home-cooked meal, something she hadn't had in ages. With the thought of home in the void of her thoughts, and quickly expanding, she turned to cast a gaze upon a faded photo in its frame.


There was a boy, around twelve years old, Edward... He always did have that sort of smile to him. He knew how to appreciate every little thing in life... I was quite the opposite, wasn't I? She chuckled again, feeling a small sense of remorse as she looked to the man who had his arms wrapped tight around his children, he had a broad smile, cheeky features, an a matured set of lines along his face. Dad... You must have been the one to give him that million dollar smile, but, what did you give me? Did you ever love me? Her icy-blue eyes turned to the woman next to him, planting a small kiss on a child who clearly didn't want it. Jesus... I looked like a monstrosity then, how old 'was' I, six? Shaking her head, her thoughts were immediately drawn back to the older woman, Mom... I pushed you away a lot didn't I? When I was growing up, you only wanted to help me... She ran her fingers gingerly through her hair as she gazed at the ceiling, "Damn, look at me being all sentimental... I need a drink."


She heaved herself upward, her back aching as she let out a gentle moan, running a hand along her head, then stretching her arms behind her, she expelled a sweetened sigh, moving to her counter, she grabbed the bottle of opened wine. She eyed the remaining liquid, Damn, I'm nearly out... She swigged the remnants and then set the bottle down with a gentle tap. She looked back down, the burn mark really looked that significantly worse in the morning light. "What the hell was I even trying to cook?" She formed a twisted look on her face as the burn looked back, mocking her. "I can't cook worth shit... Maybe that's why Isabel can't come as often anymore... Edward's afraid I'll burn the apartment to the ground when she's here. Maybe..." She felt a tad bit of shame build up in the form of a lump, her throat hurt now, slamming her fists down on the table, she let out a small cry, but no tears. Christina had made a big mistake, she smacked her forearms down hard on the mahogany table, a tingling feeling already creeping up her arm, she reared, letting out a shriek as she checked for a bruise, none. Unfortunately, her arm was red.


She ran both of her hands down her face, "Alright, shower. Then I gotta get out of my house. I gotta do something today." She scratched her head as she waddled towards the shower. She'd only spent around twenty minutes or so, completely rinsing and cleaning her body before she exited, towel wrapped tight. It'd take an hour for her hair to dry with the length it was at. She then brushed her straight set of white teeth, and rinsed.


She'd have to wait until the hair was done drying to do anything, so, with the towel still wrapped, she moved out into her living room. She was about to sit until she noticed a small, square package laying on the couch, it was open, she swiped it off quickly, rather disgusted with it, "Son of a... He left that here, really?" What's worse, as soon as she sat down, she began to see more of them lying about, "What the actual..." She just shook her head, "Leave that thought for your noggin'." She picked them all up before discarding them in the overflowing trash-bin. Her apartment within itself was nice, something that cost and considerable heap of money, but the way she kept it, was the bi-polar opposite of the way it was meant to be kept.


With the eye-sores now gone from her point of perspective, she sat down, grabbing the TV remote and switched over to the new channel. She was about 10 minutes in when her phone on the end-table went off, she reached over and grabbed it, a text. It read, 'Christina, check out channel 883, you're on TV baby! -Marcus' She widened her eyes at this news and immediately flipped to the channel, seeing her fight already in motion. She was utterly bewildered that someone had filmed an unranked match. However, it was the commentary that truly excited her, the announcers kept complimenting her fighting, sure, she took hits here and there, but she was dishing it out, she looked professional. It was exciting, seeing her own figure move from a different point of view. Then there was that dreaded kick half-way into the third round that had clocked her straight in the face, dropping her to the ground, she could still feel it in her jaw if she touched it, Shit... the girl could've kicked my head off if she wanted. She got so wrapped in seeing herself broadcast, that she had forgotten about comprehension of time, it was now around nine. As the fight ended, she gazed at her clock, sitting up quickly, she turned the TV off. She snatched her phone and headed back into the bathroom, immediately setting to her make-up.


When she had finished some time later, her hair was feathery-gold and she let it dangle around her body, her bangs were swept to the right to keep it out of her eyes, and she had put on mascara and eye shadow. She batted her eyelashes together gently, Well, at least I look semi-decent. Should probably respond to that text Marcus sent me however... She whipped out her phone, and typed in with a slight smile, 'Good to know, just saw it, thanks for the heads up, might even be able to go pro soon.'


Of course, she knew that she would either be forced in between fighter or doctor. There wouldn't be near enough time for both. She received another text, hoping it was Marcus, she slid the unlock key on her phone, then looked at it, she didn't recognize the number. But, the text did read, 'Come outside, surely you remember the letter we sent you, two days ago? You've had your time to prepare, now, let's get going.' She raised a brow at the curious jumble of words. She might as well have gone and seen what was up. She slipped into some clean underwear, then, slid on a white, spaghetti strap tank-top, light-blue skinny jeans, and a pair of rounded leather boots, she headed out. Everything about her demeanor was clean, and she stood in the crisp radiance of light, placing a hand on her hip.


There was a male, a female, and two people that looked as though they were from the secret service, Christina thumbed back to her house, "I just got the text, am... I in trouble?" The woman spoke up first, dark hair, small bit of wrinkling to her face, but she had a rather wise tone, "No no, nothing like that dear. The contrary, we're here to remind you of the experimentation you have been randomly selected for, it won't take more than a few hours and you can return home." She hit herself softly in the head, she'd completely forgotten, "Damn... that's today, isn't it... I totally forgot, slept since then." She laughed a little at her own lightheartedness, but no one else seemed to. She shut her mouth, she was dealing with very professional people, "Okay, let's just get going then, yeah?" The man spoke next, appearing rather intimidating despite his lean form, "Let's go." She got on the government-looking van, painted black, and an SUV. It had a fine interior and she found comfort within. The lady shuffled in next to her and the grunts sat in the back.


"Miss, Dunois? Yes, it says Dunois here... I'm going to have to confiscate your cell phone... These experiments to benefit mankind can have no such interruptions." Christina looked back at the two men, they were staring at her, never breaking contact behind the black framed glasses. The man was driving, and there was a fourth man in front, in a business suit and tie, much like the grunts, only, he never spoke, and he didn't wear shades. Christina couldn't make him out however from the head of his seat. Reluctantly, she fished into her pocket, a little nerve-wracked by the men accompanying her. She placed it in the woman's hands as they drove on. They drove for miles and miles upon end, until the arrived, she stepped out, feeling refreshed, she stretched her arms into the air, flexing her fingers in an attempt to now catch the golden rays.


She was met by a massive facility, "Uhm... Ma'am? I gotta go in there?" She turned to look at the black-haired woman. She was met with kindled eyes, "Of course dear." Christina stopped, "Why are we out in the middle of nowhere?" She was met with an answer now, "The government needed a vast amount of space for the research facility. And, to preserve space, we went out where no one will build near." Christina gaped her mouth in an acknowledging nod, "Ah." She then turned towards the towering doors, massive structures that had many soldiers standing outside.


What the hell are these guys doing here? Protection probably, damn you're stupid Christina, the government has to protect their facilities, duh. She was quickly occupied by the presence of the men and the woman from the van. They began to walk her through the intricate facility, there were white-coated men and women all walking around in their own ways, carrying themselves high and proud. She was stunned to be surrounded by such brilliant minds, she herself was gazing upon the individual experiments going on, in one, someone was feeding some sort of a treat to a baby lion, the other, a man was adding some drops of unknown substance to a plant of some sort.


She took in a deep breath, they'd been walking for a near thirty minutes now, "Hey... we're getting sort of deep in, aren't we?" The experiment labs had disappeared from sight, now, there were blacked off rooms with soundproof walls and doors. A constant array of light were overhead, she swallowed a tad bit of superstition, These guys are the government... aren't they? As they moved through the winding maze of blank hallways, they were greeted by two scientists, one male, one female. The man and woman who had picked her up from her home were now talking to them, the grunts were around her to keep her from moving backwards in that tight hallway, for goodness knows she wanted to bolt. It was growing eerie now. The lady returned to Christina, speaking softly, "These two will take you to your room now."


She followed them, her heels clicked against the floor of marble in those hallways, here she was now, following blindly. They'd stopped after some time and opened a door, leading to a brightly lit room, lined with surgical tables, it had a certain aura of peace to it, the morning smell was delightful. There were needles however, nothing that bothered her, she'd had a tattoo etched into her skin, nothing frightening. She then looked at the man standing parallel to the door.

 

[Pentagon]

Chuck wasn't sure what was going on. He had gotten his letter demanding his immediate departure to... wherever he currently was, travel expenses paid. He complied, his short vacation having left him with nothing better to do. He hadn't quite known what to expect: a reality TV show, a secret party thrown by friends, some college event he had forgotten about. "Spooky Science Lab" was not high on his list of predictions, but he had been OK with it regardless. Some of his friends made good money helping the medical school at UM, and he figured helping out science and getting some spending money wouldn't be a bad way to spend a few days at all.


He was looking forward to the whole affair up to the point they were lined up. He hadn't ever really been afraid of needles, but he was not looking forward to being injected by something still in testing. His friends had just had to answer questions, or look at flashing lights. Laurence had some electrodes put on his head, but that was about as invasive as things got. But hey, he wasn't a coward, he'd get it done and be out of here bold as brass. He was getting more nervous when he saw armed guards, and more than a few creepy looking pieces of machinery, but he'd been through worse and come out A-OK. He started to think he wasn't fooling himself.

 

[logastellus]

In the beginning she signed up for the experiment hoping to prove people wrong about her being naive. She entered hoping the experiment was going to be painless and quick and it was. Some man came up and told her more about the experiment and how benificial it will be not only for her but for the country. She nodded after listening to the scientist talk then signed a few forms before the experiment began. Looking around the room she was in she saw others who signed up for the experiment. They all looked serious like they knew what they were doing. She knew what she was doing also but she wanted to make sure it was the right thing.


Now here she was the bright lights making it hard for her to even see. The place didn't look that public more like exclusive to her. She slipped her hands in her pockets as she waited patiently until the experiment began. If it went right not only will she have made as right decision for herself but her and along with the other people who have signed up will be doing the right thing for their country. Sawyer stood next to a tall young man...like really tall...it sometimes sucked she was short but it didn't matter as much anymore. "Hello...names Sawyer..."She said holding out her hand looking up at him with big purple eyes.


@Sugar

 

[Ravian]

Alex Martins is confused. She is very, very, very confused. These men who revealed themselves to be some scientists promised her a home and something to eat after she ran away from her aunt. Now what the hell is she doing inside this laboratory? "Is this...a sci-fi inspired house? I'm not really a fan of those kind of things but I guess...this will do?" she chuckled nervously as she looked at them. They gave her a deadpanned look as a reply and handed her some documents. "Uh? Okay... so, the house deed or something?" she asked the scientist who told her to just read and sign it. Alex signed the paper carelessly and read the paper, skipping through some parts that she finds boring until her eyes landed on the word 'experiment'- she swears her eyeballs almost popped out of her skull. "Oh no, no, no...you are not injecting some weird stuffs on me." she stood up from her seat and backed away slowly until she felt something like a needle pierce through her skin and then she blacked out.

A bright light is what Alex saw first thing when she woke up. "Where...am I?" she muttered weakly with her dried throat and lips. She looked around the white room slowly because of weakness and noticed that there are also other persons except her waiting to be experimented on. 'I'm so stupid...' she sighed in exhaustion as if the world just fell down on her. She stood up from the chair where she was laying on and neared them, "Hey...uhm, where's the exit?" she asked a brown-skinned woman nervously.​

@Stoked911

 

[AvidElmV2]

"So, you guys do this often?" Johnathan felt the barrel of a gun nudge the back of his head, forcing him forward. Johnathan rolled his neck, attempting to lower the strain the leather muzzle that was put on his face was putting on his neck. They had strapped in on tight after the incident in the escort vehicle. He chuckled at the thought of the whole event and laughed even harder when he thought of how much blood there was. His laughter put the soldiers on edge. This was evident by the sudden change of pace.Johnathan was practically being dragged by the soldiers now through the long, dark corridor they were transporting him through.


By the time the group had made it to the lab, the soldier's were out of breath, but this didn't stop them from hauling ass out the door, leaving Johnathan on the ground, shackles and all. "This isn't a polite way to treat your guest, you know...." A new set of guards grabbed Johnathan and lifted him up before slamming him on to a table. Johnathan looked around as a group of scientist strapped him down securely, making sure he didn't escape from his bonds and slaughter everyone in the room. Johnathan, however, was more interested to see how people responded to his.... dramatic.... entrance.

 

[logastellus]

Sawyer looked at the female who was confused about what is going on with the whole experiment thing. "I don't think there is an exit...but I'm positive the experiment will be over real soon...I heard the main guy mumble something to the other scientists saying that some of us are violently hazardous..." She said to the girl in a low voice. "In other words that means this is going to be painful..." Her vision trailed the girl standing next to her up and down. She looks tired...like real tired...maybe those idiots injected her with something. "Are you alright? It looks like those guys injected you with something..." She moved the hair away from the back of the girls neck to only find the mark of an needle injection. "Yup...you were injected...anyway...my name is Sawyer...what's yours?" She asked the still confused girl her hand in her pockets as she waited for this whole experiment thing to be done. She took a quick glance at the young man still standing next to her and slightly smirked. He did look good but really...she was way out of his league.

@Ravian
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[DominantEgo]

Camden could hear the crunch of the gravel as the car slowly stopped. He couldn’t see where he was through the tinted black windows, but he was fervently hoping that this was his destination. He had spent so long in the cramped confines of the car that his legs were starting to numb. “Are we here? Is this where I’m going to that injection thing?” The driver turned his head to stare at Camden, giving the boy a small smile with bright teeth. “Ya, we’re here kid. I’m sorry to say this, but ya need to put this on before ya go any farther.” The driver held up a black blindfold. “I don’t like doing this, but this whole thing needs to be secret. Orders from the higher-ups, ya know?”


Camden nodded at the man, giving him a smile. He took the blindfold and tied it as tightly as he could around his eyes. It wouldn’t do him any good to displace this guard/driver’s trust, but following his orders might make him happy. He heard the driver’s door open and a few seconds after, his own door followed in suite. “C’mere kid, hold out yer hand. I won’t hurt ya.” Camden could feel the guard’s smile, and couldn’t say that made him feel any safer. He tensed up and held out his hand for the guard. He took Camden’s hand and started leading him over the crunchy gravel.


“Mister? Do you know anything about the injections?” While they were walking, Camden might as well know what he was getting into. Though Camden couldn’t see him, the guard thoughtfully rubbed his chin. “Well kid, I’m just a lowly grunt ya know? All I can really tell ya is that they’re gonna make you stronger.” The guard chuckled. “Yer probably gonna be even stronger than me!” Camden started to zone off as the guard started talking about un-important things in his life. Finally, the crunch of gravel turned into concrete, and after the guard paused for a second, the hot air turned into cold. Camden felt a mixture of dread and excitement as they walked into the building.


As they walked towards the place where Camden would get his injection, he started to think about he got here. Two days after Camden received his recruitment letter for a special part of the army, two black cars rolled into his grandfather’s lawn. After talking to his grandfather for what could be the last time, Camden went with his current guard for a drive to Florida. The other guard stayed behind to talk with his gramps about the benefits he would get from having a family member in the army. Camden sighed at the thought of home, having a sinking feeling that he wouldn’t be going back there soon.


After about 10 minutes of walking, the guard suddenly stopped. “Hey kid, you can take off that blindfold. We’re here.” Camden fumbled around with the knot of the blindfold, wincing as his eyes adjusted to the bright light. They were facing a door in a plain, tiled hallway. “This’ll be yer stop kid. Hope to take ya back home again, sometime.” The guard softly pushed him towards the door, and started to walk down the hallway they had just come down. Camden was sorely tempted to follow right after him, but doubted that would go over well with the security here. He fixed a grin on his face and opened the door.


Camden was greeted was greeted with the gentle hum of machinery, and the clean smell of alcohol. There were people in lab coats standing next to some guards armed with some nasty looking weapons. He just stared into the room, until one of the lab coats called out. “Camden Allred? Enter and stand next to the other subjects.” The lab coat pointed to the hidden side of the room and looked at him expectantly. Camden fully entered the room and saw a few people standing against the wall. There also seems to be someone strapped to a table. Reasoning that it was probably safer to be near the person that couldn’t hurt him if he tried, he saddled right up next to him. He looked at the guy for a second, before giving him a bright smile. “How are you doing today, guy strapped to a table?”

 

[Ravian]

Alex rubbed the sore spot at the back of her neck and groaned, "Man... I came here for a free house they promised..." she muttered under her breath. "Anyways, my name is Alex Martins...I guess it's still nice to meet you even if my body is going to be modified soon, huh?" Alex told the purple-eyed girl unsurely as she rubbed the bridge of her nose afterwards. She looked at Sawyer and found out that she was in fact smirking at the guy beside her. Alex nudge Sawyer a little bit and snickered, "Your boyfriend?" she wiggled her eyes at the brown-skinned girl playfully as she whispered in her ear.

While she's at it- Alex couldn't help but wonder why are they going to be experimented on? What would they become after the experiment? Heck, it's even possible that she will die from this. Or maybe these scientists will modify her genes so she can have super-strength and things like that. 'I can be a superhero and save the world, hell yes!' she lost herself inside her mind with the possibilities of what's going to happen soon until she heard a crash sound that was made by the man who was strapped down the table by the scientists. She rose an eyebrow at this and whistled loudly, "Now that's what we call dramatic entrance.".

@Stoked911

@AvidElmV2
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[logastellus]

Sawyer looked at the girl when she told her (Sawyer) her name. Alex. Sounds so typical but hey she can't change anything about it. "Nice to meet you too Alex...and yeah it'll be weird asking your name and this'll probably be the only time we talk until the experiment begins but that't pretty much it..." She blushed a little when Alex caught her taking a peek at the guy next to her. Alex asked if he was her boyfriend to which Sawyer replied with a snort and an eye roll. She leaned closer to her and began to speak "I wish but seriously...I doubt a guy like him would go for a girl like me...he's more of a leader, determined, dedicated...I am too but...I don't know..." She said in a whispers to Alex. "What about you? See someone here that catches your eye?" She slight smirked softly nudging her back.


Right as she finished asking her the question before seeing a man be pulled in and strapped down onto the bed. "That is a dramatic entrance...hopefully the injections aren't bad to the point we start lashing out and accidentally kill one of the scientists...that would be a bad thing...." She looked back at the man that was strapped and only thought about what good would come out of doing this experiment. She could prove people wrong, she could protect her friends and family. She knew this was the right decision and she stood by it.
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@Ravian
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[CommanderBlade]

Miguel regained consciousness. The first thing he saw was more people in the room then before. Miguel stands up and pops his neck. Miguel runs the back of his head. He can already feel a bump on it and he can tell he probably has a concussion. Miguel notices a guard with a shotgun standing behind him. Well that is a bit of a problem Miguel thinks to himself. "So I guess trying to escape is very much out the window". The guard just hits Miguel in the back to get him to shut up.


Miguel looks around at everyone. Making notes on what appears to be their strengths and weaknesses. The guy on the table just gives Miguel the chills. Like being in the room with a bomb. You don't know when its going to go off. But you know it will sooner or later. The others don't give off a feeling like the other guys nearly as much. Miguel notices the kid over near the table. What are we doing I know that the legal draft age was lowered to 14 but really he is apart of this experiment. Miguel thought in his head very much disgusted by the idea of the kid going though this.

 

[Ravian]

"Nah...too hungry to even examine their faces." Alex let out an exhausted sigh, as if in cue her stomach groaned angrily and she chuckled embarassedly. "Excuse me." she looked around the room to see if anybody noticed or heard it but her eyes landed on another guy who is being threatened by a guard and a shot gun. She whistled again and smiled, "Wow this is pretty exciting. Like we're on an action movie or something." she excitedly said as her eyes glinted with expectations.

Alex figured out that trying to escape is futile and it will just lead to her death so there's no other option but to wait until the experiment that Sawyer told her to begin. Her smile suddenly turned into a frown when the sore spot at the back of her neck started hurting a bit. She rubbed it softly to try and ease the pain, 'Weird...' Alex told herself. Her neck hurts and she is dying of starvation and this is making her blood boil. She raised her hand and shouted, "Just when is this damned experiment starting!? I'm starving to death!" she doesn't really mean to sound angry or anything it was just a question to the scientists.​

@Stoked911

 

[AvidElmV2]

"Oh, you know, it's pretty cool. Except for the fact that I can't feel my arms." Johnathan laid his head back down, as the constant craning he had to do to see the others was increasing the strain on his neck. Johnathan sighed slightly and shook his head. "No, they're leather. No, leather. Where the hell are you getting silk from?" Johnathan stopped his rambling when a guard through a soda can at him. "Shut the hell up, you psycho freak!" Johnathan's body immediately jerk forward as he attempted to escape his bonds. "I'LL SHOW YOU FUCKING PSYCHO!"


Three men ran over to Johnathan and held him down while a forth rummaged around, looking for a sedative. While the scientist was looking for something to calm Johnathan with, one of the soldier's grabbed a stun baton from the locker and strode over to the raging Johnathan. As Johnathan snapped at the man, the soldier simply dialed up the stun baton's power before touching Johnathan's chest with the tip. At contact, Johnathan's body went taut as 1000 volts of electricity went through his. Johnathan's eyes rolled into as he lost consciousness. "Your welcome," The soldier said as he walked off. One of the scientist replied with, "Ya.... Thanks." and proceeded to check Johnathan's vitals.

 

[Darekk]

Zeke Cass

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Zeke walked into the room quietly as several people were already there, some looked as if they were totally indiferent about whatever was happening, and on the other hand there was a guy being threatened by a guard Well I guess we're a little late for the fun he thought. He checked for Anne and saw she had entered the room a little later than him, she seemed as confused as he felt. It had been a little more than two days ago when they had received that mysterious letter from the army promising economical support for their family, food and a place to sleep if they agreed to go into a "special program", Anne and him had talked it over briefly and decided to do it, after all they had a debt with their parents and things weren't looking good for the family at the moment.


Sighing, he sat down on the floor with his back to the wall and silently checked the room itself, it was full with scientific equipment and some expensive looking machines, so far it fullfilled the stereotype he had of a "science lab" so to speak. He took out a his favorite book from his bag and started reading...

Anne Cass

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Once inside, Anne looked around and saw several people had already arrived, some looked interesting but they all semeed to be in groups already, sighing annoyed she looked around and saw Zeke sitting on the floor, chuckling she sat down by him and said "Heyup, you're reading that old book again? don't you ever get bored of the same story over and over again?". She looked up and stretched her legs I wonder what will happen to us here, the letter was vague at best she thought. Grabbing her bag she took out her notebook along with a pencil and started drawing the room, it was a weird habit she had, drawing the room she was in at that moment.


@Anyone

 

[logastellus]

"Action movie...I doubt that...we are here because we want to do right by our country...at least...I hope that's what we are all here for..." She mumbled looking at the young man that is being forced down onto the bed. "Hopefully...we won't end like-" She stopped what she was saying when Alex yelled out if they were ever going to get food or not. To be honest the yelling wasn't necessary but she did agree with her. Sawyer was hungry and hadn't eaten a lot this morning. She wasn't a huge eater anyway, unless she was extremely hungry. "I agree with her...will we be receiving anything to eat after this experiment is over with?" She asked one of the scientist. When one of the scientists stopped their work and looked at her he began to speak " Ma'am that's information I can't give you at this moment...we are still prepping for the experiment so you will have to wait..." He told her before turning around. "That is if you survive it..." He mumbled to himself before chuckling. Sadly for him Sawyer heard what he mumbled. She kept an eye on him making a mental note to "talk" to him after the experiment. Hopefully she will survive it but for now she will continue to wait. "Did you hear what that fucker said to me?" She mumbled to Alex.


@Ravian

 

[Prudentia]

Alvis Ackley

Her morning started with a quick protein shake, nutrient packed with half a banana, frozen strawberries, kale, and raw vegetable protein. The concoction turned out dark green and Alvis chugged half of it down, her mouth rather forcibly clasped around the cup's rim and her eyes tightly closed. Her breathing was quick to ensure the taste went down quickly while the other half was flushed through her esophagus with little taste to linger within her mouth. Even if she had these every day for breakfast or lunch, the taste was still unbearable - healthy of course but still very strong with vegetable infestation.


After Alvis chugged down the smoothie, she made her way over to the kitchen of her small second story apartment. Her hands furiously scrubbed away the powder that glued to the glass cup. Oh, this place was no run-of-the-mill home but it gave her the basic necessary materials to survive and get on with the next day. Besides, making money and saving it was more important to her than living the fancy life and struggling with living on each paycheck to the brim. Besides, the girl had gymnastics to focus on, not to mention the latest issue from a decadent chocolate factory in town had been mailed to her recently - stress, struggles, and selfishness were not options. Comfort and accessibility to and from work were important, and that second most important aspect in life: college.


Ugh, what a bore sometimes. The group projects kill me, the stupidity of students amuses me, and some of the professors pull their lessons straight from their asses the night before. I'm paying these people to teach me...Alvis had often time thought of quiting school and just focusing on gymnastics, maybe even working her butt off for a long time to again put forth the idea of traveling the world. However, what could be reality faded away like a magnificent dream. It was certainly a shame.


Soon enough, the time was ten minutes til her departure for the college. Her hands ran through the dark chocolate brown locks and ruffled them up a bit to add some temporary volume. Then the girl had slipped on some dark slim-fitted boot-cut jeans, a black tank top and laced-back burgundy light weight sweater, and some black ankle boots before grabbing her bag and opening the door.


"Good morning, Ms. Ackley. It's a pleasure to meet you in person. I assume you may have forgotten about the letter we sent you a few days ago so we decided to make an in person visit. We hope this isn't a bad time but desperate means call for measures as such. We will ask you nicely to calmly follow beside and take a ride with us." A man spoke softly; he was right there as she opened the door and gave off a small gentle smile even despite the "Men in Black" get up he pulled off.


Yes, she remembered the letter...yes, she had forgotten about it...indeed, Alvis would take a ride with this man.


She lived in Georgia, therefore the ride to the Florida based laboratory wasn't too long a car ride, especially when a nice cold glass of water was provided and music. Not the best comfort but she had never expected royalty treatment. Once she entered into the blinding room, her eyes squinted as they adjusted to the new environment then slowly scanned around at all the people beeping from machines, and cursing folk. She gently bit her bottom lip as her eyebrows furrowed. What have I mistakenly signed up for? Her attention was soon taken captive...





Head Scientist: Richard

"May I have your attention. This is very much enough of all of your complaining. Your questions will be answered, though not necessarily all of them. Keep in mind some of you were treated appropriately in a harmful way because of your choices. Although I would love to apologize, it just wouldn't suit the situation here." The head scientist, stepped forward from the wooden table in the center of the room as he tapped his ball point pen on the clipboard in hand. "My name is Richard. Call me as such and you all have been brought here for a very important reason. And yes, we will feed you but only after the injections are performed. Before we begin, I'm going to ask those of you who haven't been strapped onto a table to please take a seat in front of me." He clasped both hands together behind his back and stood with feet planted parallel to his shoulders, waiting now for the participants to sit down.

 

[Xillia]

She was growing ever more skeptical now, the humid morning air and the constant eyes upon her were only adding to the immense levels of stress that were building up. What the hell does he mean? Treated appropriately...? I think it was a mistake coming here... Superstition began its infinite creep as her back shivered, she slid her right hand to her left arm, rubbing the goosebumps vigorously, attempting to force them away. She had always been courageous, but this sudden sense of being confined had given her fear, casting a grey shadow upon her eyes. She had witnessed the man come in, brutalized to enter, some had come willingly, and they were already making friends, and Christina, well... She was standing on her own, something she was used to. But, this time, she felt like a trapped animal, like they were sharpening their knives before skinning her, she had the sense that something was coming, but no idea what.


She slowly clicked her heels along the refined flooring, moving in front of the man who had claimed himself as Richard. She had a rising feeling that she wouldn't like him, perhaps it was the way he presented himself, or threw around brutality too lightly. How hypocritical of myself... Here I am, a fighter, and a nurse, and I'm criticizing his ethics on brutality... My entire life has been one hypocritical mess. She had reached her place in front of a chair, biting her lip as she did her absolute best to avoid eye contact. As fate would provide it however, she found her eyes trailing up his body, stopping on his chin. She was shaking, Why? Why am I doing this? He's just a guy, right? She swallowed a hard lump in her throat, it'd be best not to talk, she didn't want to end up like the man forced down onto his table.


The rear of her jeans found their way to the chair, the blinding light quickly engulfed her in the past. She was at her childhood home again. The smell of wooden walls and fine carvings filled her nostrils, the environment was peaceful, but only for the moment. A hazy figure began to form in front of her, moving rapidly, though, she couldn't quite make it out. Within a few moments however, the long hair began to form, the woman who she had once received a kiss from in a photo that would last her a lifetime was at the opposite end of the table, slamming her fist down several times, hitting the wall and yelling. This was home, and much to her disbelief, she had been moving without her knowing, her head was hot as she spewed out words of war, words of violence. "If this is the way you want to be, then you can get the hell out of my house! It's not my fault he did what he did and that drove your inevitable hatred for him!" She was crying now, the tears were rolling down her mother's cheeks, Christina on the other hand, grew angrier, finding the tears as an excuse for her mother to force pity upon her.


She slammed her own hands down on the table, "You're damn right he never loved me!" She practically shook with rage, the constant memories of the beatings and hurtful words, the oppression. "The only ones he ever loved were you, and Edward! I must have been some fucking accident right?" Her words were like bullets at this point, growing ever more powerful, with each bit of rage released. "That's not true! We both loved you, you were no accident... please... please... d-don't say things like that." Her mother was an easy woman to break, typical in her choice of words, and easy to uncover in weaknesses. She had always been loving, Christina knew this deep down, but blind fury was not going to allow those thoughts to flow. She stopped moving so rapidly, her mother was on the ground now in shambles, tears stained the red of her cheeks. Christina cringed her fingers, bowing her head to the table, the sudden silence had dropped her rage, the tears of a loved one filled her with remorse.


Unfortunately, at this point in her life, she was unstable, What the fuck are you doing to me woman!? You're tearing me apart you stupid bitch! Is this what you want? You wanna break me apart, see what makes me tick, well, if you rip me up, you'll only find the devil staring back at you. "Yeah... That's what it is... I'm... A mistake." She grit her teeth together as she felt the impending sting growing only ever more powerful in the sockets of her eyes. As she dared blink, her lashes became wet, already sticky with the inevitable tears that would soon flow. Fear built up, she knocked down a bookshelf out of rage and punched through a window, the glass shards lodging themselves in her fist, she groaned in pain, but felt her breath become heavier with each passing moment, she stormed out of the room. She climbed up her stairs opening her door with her healthy hand and then shut it, hard. "Goddammit!" Her voice echoed throughout the house, she was in pain, this was no little thing going on, she was breaking inside, and tearing outside. She began to remove each individual shard, exclaiming several curse words with each pull.


After the last shard had been removed from her palm, she fell against her door, head buried in her knees as she slid down it, feeling vulnerable, weak. When dad comes home, if he's drunk... I'm truly dead... Her father had been a loving man, he was kind and sociable, but he was also an alcoholic. His emotions were easily tempered then, if he came home drunk and saw the knocked over bookshelf, and the window... Oh my God... I'm gonna get killed... She finally began to cry. The tears fell easily onto the hardwood flooring of her room, forming a small puddle as her eyelashes batted away individual silver droplets. She had even begun to hiccup, cursing her life, the sun was setting, the orange tinge was falling in her window, slowly working its way down her body as she lost the light to herself. Her glow was gone, the friendly warmth had left, it was twilight now, he would be home any moment, and the sound of a motor revving, and wheels upon the gravel confirmed her impending fears.


He was here, she could feel each individual breath that he exhaled, she could feel the pulse beating in every viable point on her body, he was growing nearer, the front door opened, then closed. Silence. What's going on... what's going on? "Christina!?" His tone was hostile, she was in for it. "Get down here!" Petrified by his words, she refused to move, she instead crawled to her bed, wrapping her blanket around her tight, tears soaking the fabric as she heard his words repeat again, this time with a slur, far more aggressively. He's drunk. I'm dead. Once more his call came, and she heard it, the rapidness of feet up the oak stairs, he pounded hard on the door, before kicking it open and grabbing her aggressively, "You ungrateful bitch! Wanna fuck with my stuff, huh!?" He formed a tight grip on her hair, yanking hard as she was knocked to the floor. She was wailing, He's gonna rip my scalp off! He dragged her out the door, he was strong, and as they got to the top of the staircase, she managed to get her feet underneath her, still being tugged helplessly. But the strain on the roots of her hair loosened, however, the nerves on her head were stinging like needles in her brain.


They reached the bottom of the stairs, her mother was crying, her brother even rushed to her aid, only to be met by a backhand from her old man. "Robert, please! Leave her alone! It was my fault!" Her mother was pleading now, but the only response amid this chaos was a bold and commanding, "All of you shut your damn mouths!" And with that, the other two froze. She was taken out onto the front porch where the porch-light was the only thing to illuminate the oncoming doom, and unprecedented events. He dragged her out into the field near the house, her mother and brother were still in tow, but it was then she felt the first blow, four knuckles firm on the back of her head, "Think you're so damn tough in this world!?" He planted his leg in the back of both of her knees, sweeping her onto her back. Where he proceeded to kick her over and over again. She curled up in a tight ball to protect her organs, however, one stray kick from his boot found its way to her rib cage, she could feel the cracking. Howling in pain, she opened up to him, and he met her with a barrage of kicks and punches, she was occupied by bruises, cuts, several fractures.


Christina cried the entire time, he was breaking her, her body and her mind. He stopped suddenly, and she could hear footsteps retreating in the other direction, she was shaking, as she managed to force an eye open, she gazed at her hand, there was blood all over it, her own blood. She touched her face, her lip was cut, nose was broken, and her cheekbone was already swelling. "N...No more... please... I'm... I'm sorry..." She vomited. He re-emerged from the barn, bat in hand, he was going to kill her, and he wouldn't make it fast. His foots came rapidly, No... No... please... go away... Oh God... help me... He got closer and raised the bat, bringing it down with a staggering crack on her left shoulder, the pain was immediate, she wailed. "Robert! Stop it, you're killing her!" Only, there were no tears this time, she felt her blood boil, and as the bat raised for the next strike, she rose to her knee, planting her fist hard against his manhood, driving upward. He dropped the bat, staggering, perhaps at her sudden boldness, or perhaps due to the pain.


Either way, he was the first to project a verbal threat, "Christina... You're gonna die tonight." It was the calm of the tone that upset her, fortunately, her hand was the first to make it to the bat. She swung, hard, making contact with one of his shins, she broke it. "No, YOU'RE gonna die tonight!" She got to her feet and reversed the situation, smashing him with the bat over and over again, not stopping until she heard another cracking, his forearm. Now he was the one crying, she felt superior. She clutched her left shoulder tight, getting to her feet, winded immediately from the broken rib, and to her surprise, Robert got up as well. He advanced on her quickly, despite having one good leg, perhaps the drunkenness nullified the pain. She rammed her right hand into his jaw hard, dropping him to the ground, he remained in a mangled heap, "Don't you dare... move..." He put a hand underneath him and she drove her foot hard into his nose, breaking his as well. "Stay dow- Ungh!" She fell to one knee, her right hand going to her rib now. She turned, the headlights of the truck were still on.


She staggered slowly, making her way into the driver's seat. She sniffled in some blood, coughing a tad, she snapped two wires together as she felt the motor fire up to its full potential. And with that, in the evening air, she left behind that little country home forever. And, to be fair, her brother had never had anything to do with it, he was just visiting, his wife was on her way to having her first kid, he was just stopping by, she was with him, and she had to witness that atrocity as well. She never looked back, and as her eyes fixed themselves on the dirt road, the light pouring from the headlights, she was taken back to the lab room, sitting in the chair in front of the white-coated man.

 

[logastellus]

Sawyer gave him a suspicious look but abided by his request. She turned to look at some of the participants who were strapped to the bed. She really wanted to just chicken out of the experiment but it was too late. She slowly walked over to the chairs that were in front of him and hesitated before sitting down. Turning to look at Alex she gave her a 'let's pray we get through this look'. "I have a question...this whole experiment...what will happen after it is done?" She asked Richard swallowing the small lump that was stuck in her throat.


@TheWretchedEgg

 

[DominantEgo]

Camden stepped away from the man strapped to the bed when he started loudly screaming. He didn’t know what happened inside that man’s head to make him confuse leather with silk, but he didn’t want that to happen to him. ‘Well, considering what I’m doing, I may just end up like him…’ With that thought weighing heavy on his mind, Camden turned to watch the guard touch Mr. Psycho with an electric baton. His body arched from the powerful shock, leaving him to sleep this all away. The lab coat that stayed behind to check on Mr. Psycho flinched when he saw Camden brightly smiling at him. “I hope you’re okay. I’m sure he didn’t mean to scare you like that.”


With his words of ill-timed reassurance bouncing in the lab coat’s skull, Camden turned away from the table. He took a seat by the door, watching and waiting, taking his chance to look at the lab coats that were messing with things around the machinery around the room. To be honest, Camden was worried about the implications that made. Considering that the syringes were probably meant to go inside the regular people here, there might be some negative side effects that needed monitoring.


He started to think about all of the bad things that could happen if that stuff got put inside his bloodstream. He might develop brain tumors, he could have a heart attack and die. There were so many things that could go wrong, he could visualize them all. He entertained the thought of becoming sterile for a moment, and that almost made him run out of the door. Everything bad could happen, and he didn’t want to end up dead like his family, who weren’t strong enough to survive a forest fire.


Camden snapped out of his worrying state when the two girls standing over by the wall started whining about food. He jumped when he realized what he had been doing. This wasn’t going to get him anywhere, this infernal whining about his dead family. He plastered a bright smile on his face, hoping that no one saw the moments lapse into his state of worrying. Camden watched them bicker about food, becoming more and more amused as they bickered and cursed.


The door opened, and a women stepped into the room. Almost as if her appearance was a signal that it was time to start, a lab coat stepped in front of some chairs. The lab coat told them his name was Richard, passively threatening to disable them if they didn’t sit in his chairs. Camden shot up to his feet and cheerfully walked to the chairs. The chances of he escaping now were so slim that he might as well go along and learn all he could. This whole situation was shit, but he would find some way to make it work out in his favor.

 

[RageFace]

It's alright, just hold on a little longer........ someone will come and when they do you will be safe. Just be brave a little longer OK sweetie, I love you.


* HORRIFIC SCREAMING * NO! WHY NOT ME, KILL ME INSTEAD PLEASE!!!!! *ANOTHER SCREAM BURSTS OUT*





GASP!? Alphonse jerks himself up from his bed sweating heavily, his hands grab his face trying to wipe the sweat off. Sigh. With one hand he rubs his eyes with another on his leg, hoping it might help him calm down. He looks at his window as one of the trucks go by and looks at his clock, deliveries aren't due for another hour. He pulls himself out of bed, grabbing his pants from his locker he straps his shoes on. He walks past his collection of aircraft models grabbing his pistol from under his desk where a faded picture of a tall man with his arm around a women with long black hair and 2 teenagers. A girl with her arms around the boys neck with the women's arms on her shoulders and a boy with big smile with a arm on his hip. He heads to his door turning his safety off and peers through the eye hole of his metal door, he sees 2 men in black suits and a high ranking officer exiting a SUV. He exhales in a sigh of relief putting his gun away and grabs the rest of his uniform, he hears a knock on the door he finishes buttoning his shirt and goes to the door to open it as he places his hat firmly on his head.


The Officer salutes him as he salutes straight back, Corporal Alphonse Davidson. Sir. You are to collect your belongings and follow me, you have 15 minutes. Sir. He grabs his belongings curious as to his new assignment. Strange... why would they to need to send a Colonel just to accompany me. Maybe it's another court case about whether or not I lied about the battle. But why a Colonel, or maybe it's a new squad their assigning me to look after and train up... Somethings up... I don't see why I was called, but maybe this is a good thing. Maybe it's time for change. He picks his bags up and walks out his door, kissing his fingers and placing them on a charm that hangs on the side of the door. The bright sun hits him as he exits the building, leaving nothing but his bunk and a letter on his bed. He gets on the truck waiting for what awaits him ahead, as he wonders in his own mind.

 

[CommanderBlade]

Miguel strides forward. He lays down on the table. A sharp prick is felt in his neck."What was thaaaat". Miguel falls unconscious from a sedative. Miguel mind goes back to boot camp.


"WHAT IN SAM HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING YOU BOOT LICKER. DID I TELL YOU SIT DOWN ON YOUR ASS. Sir you did not give the order for me to sit down Sir. THEN EXPLAIN WHY YOU ARE SITTING ON YOUR ASS. Sir because I was tried and my feet hurt Sir. Because you where tired and your feet hurt well I say that call for 40 laps around the compound let's go."

 

[Prudentia]

Richard watched as a few of the participants made their way towards the chairs, though he was expecting faster response time. The man just sighed then looked to Sawyer, who had asked him a question, "Well, my dear, we are never going to be 'done' with this experiment. In fact, think of this as a project, an on going project that allows for continuous analysis on your body's reactions to the supplements. Not to mention the fact you all will be putting these abilities to good use in protecting the country." he smiled then flipped through a large three-ring binder he had brought along with him. The information inside consisted of their profiles, the different supplements he would potentially use on each participant, and the squad teams.


"Listen, I don't expect any of you to understand everything right now. I don't even want to answer all your hilarious questions. You came here, thus, you are bound by the system. Therefore, you will take the supplement we give you without a fight. Unfortunately, some of your friends thought they could pull off smart aggressive moves - didn't work out so well." he scoffed at the two boys, Miguel and Johnathan. Then the man watched as more trickled into the room.


"Please, everyone take your seat so we can begin this conference and initial experiment." His patience was tested the day he started this project, ever since his introduction of it to the government; sides spit at each other, fighting and clawing to understand and/or defend his motives and to understand the point of all this besides just making a group of super soldiers. Why couldn't saving the world be the main goal? They clearly didn't trust him, and neither did these kids but this was all meant to change the world, even if it caused people to bicker at each other. He cleared his throat a few times then watched preparation of several supplements by other scientists.


@Stoked911 @AvidElmV2 @Pentagon @RageFace @DominantEgo @Ravian @CommanderBlade

 

[RageFace]

The aroma of sterilized floors hangs thickly in the air, listening to different noises in the room. Alphonse with his arms crossed leaning on a wall with his right foot against the wall. Comfortably looks at the new group he is assigned to, trying to get a better understanding of what sort of people he will be working with. So far he didn't like his chances, but they wouldn't be called here if there wasn't a good reason. As a tall Gentleman called Richard calls everyone to their seats Alphonse makes his way over to the chairs where Christina Dunois, Camden Allred and Cynthia Vivian Wendil were sitting and takes a seat.


He sat with both forearms on his legs with his fingers crossed in between one another, with his back on the seat he gets comfortable. Still wondering why he was brought here, and what the purpose of this transfer was all about. He was starting to get annoyed but he understood orders and he followed them. A slight gaze at the doctors as they prepare what looks to be like a sedative,


The doctors worried about something or is that for us, hopefully there's a good explanation for whats about to happen. Otherwise their gonna have a hard time dealing with the new people, civilians generally haven't learnt discipline and don't like it when somethings going on but they don't get told about it. They just get moved along. Man reminds me when I first started. So many questions I wanted answered, but then found out why some things should just be left alone. Why sometimes its just better that you just ignore it, because the truth can be to hard to handle when it's brought right in front of you for the first time. Poor Sam.....