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Ah, tough and... by the sensor readings in the chamber, stronger than normal, too. Huh. She'd have to pay attention to that.... or anyone else who got assigned to this floor would at least. Were there any other researchers assigned here? She never saw them if there were.

A bright flash filled Selene's vision as she slowly opened her eyes, the lids feeling sticky and swollen. She woke to a tingling sensation dancing along her spine, the after-effects of sedatives reverberating through her body as her mind struggled to consciousness. Everything around her was white. She waited numbly as shadows took shape and the details of her surroundings became clear.

She was lying belly-up on the floor of a tall, cylindrical cell, the harsh light from a fluorescent panel leering at her from the high ceiling. The cylinder grew narrow towards the top like the tapered tube of an esophagus, and the walls were smooth like a sculpture. From where Selene lay it seemed as though she'd been swallowed whole by a giant metal animal. Harsh chemicals burned her sensitive nostrils — the cage reeked of bleach and coppery metal.

The woman moved slowly, examining herself. A small number 301 was tattooed onto the underside of her right forearm in black ink. On the other elbow, in the same colour, was ID#_451297. The environment was unfamiliar, so she must have been transported to a new research facility.

Disjointed questions and fragments of memory crawled blindly through her mind like headless centipedes, crashing into each other. She made an attempt to speak but all that came out of her mouth were hisses and groans. She was unable to weave any of the noises into words.

Heart pounding, she tried to stand up, but her knees buckled underneath of her and her face smacked painfully against the metal floor. Suddenly exhausted, the hybrid woman closed her eyes and lay still.

As she rested, she flexed her ears, listening for sounds coming from outside of the walls of her new cell. She heard a low mechanical humming radiating from below the floor, hissing sounds leaking from the air vent on the ceiling — and something else, the raspy sounds of breathing. Some were wailing and crying out. There were others here, freaks like her.

Specimen 301 remembered how to feel fear.

Liliath had been sitting down on her bed again and started crying now. She was getting frustrated, she felt angry,upset and many more emotions. Where was everybody? Where did everybody go, was everybody death besides that screaming Victi? No that would be terrible, that meant she and her were the only living creatures in the world. No it couldn't be! Before Liliath could make a frustrated growl, 2 people stepped inside. She had never seen them before, they made her feel uncomfortable. She wasn't going to listen to them, no they should have visit her earlier. Liliath shook her head to the girl.

Selene proceeded to fall onto her side, arms and legs laying flat on the ground. The cold metal floor stinging her head only accentuated her current panic and hopelessness. She stayed in that position for minutes on-end, simply repeating to herself the utter dread she ought to be experiencing. She lay there, occasionally whimpering, her tail lashing and limbs thrashing every other minute.

Five minutes... ten minutes... fifteen minutes... her body fell still... and she was left in silence. Silence. That was all she heard, and all that she could focus on. Silence. That, she decided, is the sound of true hopelessness.

And pain. Silence is the sound of pain.

Twenty minutes... twenty-five minutes... thirty minutes...

Silence... and... cold. It's really cold, down here...

Eventually, as had happened many times before in her life, she became bored. Her anguish at the circumstance could only last so long, and she... sort of just... got sick of being miserable. She couldn't just be miserable for hours or days and wait for the scientists to stop by and dissect her. Despite her anguish... she couldn't just sit and wait for the routine of torture. She... she couldn't just wait here! That would be... stupid and pointless.

The concept of doing so became more and more absurd as time went by. Selene came to the conclusion that she would simply have to find some way out of this. She'd at least have to try, dammit! She... she had things to do! Things she wanted to see!

With somewhat-renewed composure, Selene stood on her feet and sat down.

Selene lay on her front on the unrelenting metal floor with her arms stretched out past her head, like a dog would. Her tail idly coiled and uncoiled in the air above her back. She rotated her head on its' axis, scanning the cell for weakness and structural imperfections. It may have been hopeless and a waste of time but it provided something to do when the scientists were not around.

The walls of her cell were three inches thick and made of steel. At full strength her claws only made faint scratches in the metal. As another experiment she spat acid at the vents and walls. The dull yellow-green substance did little to corrode the interior of the room, only managing to get a cm in before fully dissolving. She would run out of acid before she made a hole big enough to escape. The ventilation shaft in her holding pen was sealed shut and painted with an acid-resistant coating.

Would these attempts go unnoticed? No. Would they draw the attention of the guards? Yes, if they weren't already occupied.

Fluro sat silently on the floor of the cell, staring over at the opposite wall. She shuffled her feet about uncomfortably; the solid ground was cold and was sending shivers through her, but maybe that was just the feel of the place itself. She had been here for weeks, months? A year for all she knew. It could have been days even, she couldn't remember.

She directed her attention down to the floor, and then she saw her hands. They were covered in dust, and the hand-cuff like objects tied around her wrists were digging into her skin. They were taking precautions around her, preventing anything that could let her escape, not like she could even make an attempt at that anyway. Fluro looked back over at the wall again.

Eventually, boredom took her over once again, like it had many times before. The best she could do was to try and focus on the walls of the cell, searching for patterns and creating images in her mind. Those images however, were empty and dim. The same thoughts kept returning.

I'm subject 735... But I'm not. I don't want to be here. I don't want to be called that. Why am I even here? How did I even get here? What are they...

She wanted to ignore those thoughts, but also she didn't.
She started humming to herself, to relieve herself from the pain of this place and the things she thought about it. It relaxed her, so she continued, in rhythm to her heart beats.

What was this day?

Another troublesome one, huh? an acid spitter.... why were they in a metal-walled cell? Acids dissolve metals beautifully! They should be in inert ceramic! anyone who-- For a top-secret research and internment facility run by a totalitarian regime with no tolerance for incompetence, there was a lot of incompetence being tolerated here. She made a note to put her foot into the face of whoever ordered that.

Eh, low yield spitter. She'd put a request for transfer in, but other than that she didn't really want it to be her problem.

Whilst her acid was usually brilliant at dissolving most man-made materials, the scientists had taken precautions... like an acid-resistant coating. This prison was designed to hold her specifically. Also, her "supply" of venom was finite. The most she could do was two or three hours in a favourable situation. Against hundreds of opponents her supply ran out a lot quicker.

Selene threw back her head in a yawn, revealing long rows of razor-sharp teeth. She ended the theatrics by snapping her maw shut. Although terrifying the humans was amusing it was counter-productive to her plan.

Escape by herself was very difficult and the guards were on high alert around her, since she was new. She could have spent her time attacking the guards and scientists — like some of the other specimens. That would only bring pain. Quietly learning and observing was the way to go. Get the enemy to let their guard down around her, and wait for the right moment. It would take time and patience, the latter of which she had in abundance.

A lone talon scratched lines into the cold metal floor to form two boards: chess and Fox and Geese. All she lacked were pieces. By carving out games in the metal, Selene was indicating that she had given up on escaping since it seemed pointless — with the intention to remain in her cell and not cause trouble.

"No?" The girl repeats, tilting her head to the side. Her tone is eerily mechanic; as if she'd been reprogrammed.

Stepping closer, Yachi lifts her other hand this time, the one without the wand. She holds this hand to the girl's temple, fingertips brushing against the skin before a faint crackle in the air broke the silence. Blue crackles of lightning flickered between her fingertips, sending a bolt of sharp electricity into Liliath's head in an attempt to subdue the subject, or to knock her out, if she was more fragile.

The boy, Yachi's twin, stood outside of the dome, one hand inside of his satchel, gripping a glass bottle in case of emergency. His eyes are glued to the scene, like an unwanted spectator.

"No." She said calm, cause she didn't expected trouble. Then the girl stepped closer,yes Liliath was scared but she wouldn't hurt her right? Liliath decided to look away, suddenly she felt a horrible pain! Liliath started screaming, Liliath knew what pain was but this pain was new. It was like her brains were on fire! Liliath wanted to walk away, perhaps the pain would go over then? But it did not and she passed out.

Once the girl passed out, Yachi flicked the tip of her wand upwards, and the glass dome that had surrounded the two girls retreated until the room looked normal again. The girl holds out her hand, and the boy steps forward, looking around inside his bag until he takes out a pair of handcuffs.

Yachi puts the handcuffs on the girl, activating it by sending a little electricity into them. She then throws the unconscious girl over her shoulder, carrying her out of the room. Dai follows shortly behind, a small remote in his hand. The remote would send a shock to the handcuffs, if he so wished.

The twins look around for the scientist from earlier, walking down the hallway. "Subject 831 has been incapitated."

Another notification? What n-- Oh! Okay, they KOed the screamer, and.... were moving her. Wut?

She jogged back in their direction asking herself if she would ever get to finish up those reports.... she had interesting data, darn it!

"Thank you for quieting her down," she says as she comes into view of them, "but.... had I not just asked for her to be gagged for the evening? Where are you taking her?"

Liliath woke up with a terrible headache. Her hands were burning, where was she? She tried to look around, but then realized quickly that someone was holding her. She started crying, could this day get any worse? She couldn't hit this person, cause her hands were handcuffed. But she had powers, she used her powers so Yachi would loose her grip. Liliath runned away, but she soon felt overwhelmed with everything around her. To much light.

"Aannd that is why I gave those specific instructions," Victi mutters before saying into the air, or more accurately to the facility's control system, "Floor to lockdown, breach procedures for subject 831. Deploy recapture bots," in an exasperated tone. She had gin in her office. Another reason to go there. Though, of course, by engaging the lockdown she'd just shut herself out of it. Better than letting them escape and getting shot for it, though.

Liliath simply glanced at Vicit and sat down, she coverd her face with her small hands. She started humming and then started counting and screaming again. Liliath was stressed, as Liliath screamed the lights turned on and off this repeated 10 time suntil she stopped screaming.

While all this was going on, Ember was relatively unaware of it. He eventually gave up on punching the glass and sat down on his tail. The wolf wimpered, he seemed to be worried that he would potentially starve. It was quite a strange fear here, but Kamura had little idea of what awaited him beyond the glass.