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[ANASTASIA BELLADONA]

There was something about this place that felt more like a cell. Even though it was new and large, filled with games and expensive toys for them to enjoy themselves with, it felt more and more like a prison, a luxurious prison.
She had been here for three years,she knew what came on, here, but at least they had the decency to make it comfortable. Anastasia was sitting cross legged on the couch, her fingers on a controller as she played a game titled 'Gears of War' on the screen. She had been only allowed to play after her anger was kept under control. She had almost destroyed the game console the last time by shooting one of her bone spikes into it while she was losing a game. It was an accident, but she was still banned from it for a year.

She wasn't normally the gamer type. But when it came to blowing up stuff, or rebelling against he government, there was somethign about these games that just brought out something inside of her. She hated this place, even if she was trying to make it the best she could...she still ahted this place. She probably would have been with a guard at the moment, or a doctor, had it not been for them either being all busy, or suddenly off doing something else. She didn't care. she did have other things to do. She could find things to do. it wasn't hard. It could be fun not being up against a wall today.

Or maybe it wouldn't. it would all depend how the games ammused her enough...or if the game console, an xbox360, was able to stand the heat.
Anastasia was watching herself though. the moment she felt angry at it she would shoot the concreat wall with her bone shards, nont the electronics. she did want to be let back in here again.
Even if today was one of the dead days. No one was around, and if they where they kept to themselves.
She didn't know why, but they seemed to avoid her.
Scared of the older kid? maybe. she didn't know nor care.

Anastasia sighed, leaning back in her seat with her gray sweatshirt hanging around her with her shots and smooth legs under her, leaning against the arm rest as she shot a couple more of the aliens. She wasn't paying attention, she was getting rid of anger. By killing the creatures on the screen she was allowing her emotions to leave, and she found herself in a very zombie like state, which almost made her happy. She shook her head after a moment, pausing the game to stand up, stretching and she clicked the save on the game, before going over and shuffling through a few more games.
Halo? Bah. she had played that game too many times.
Call of Duty? Eh. Not really.
Oblivian? no. she hated that game.
She moved through the games, finally pausing as she pulled out a game that was hiding in the back, one of the newer games they had recently gotten.
Prototype.
How perfect for their situation.

She put the disk in and she sighed, kicking off her shoes and shegot herself comfortable, sipping her soda which was sitting beside her and she leaned back once more. Asia had nothing better to do but to play video games. She didn't have any appointments and even if she did she refused to go into that damn virus room. She didn't want to be sick for another four months before allowed out of her room.

She hated when they tried a virus on her. Mono had really hurt her, which made her vulnerable. She didn't like it. she hated not being able to know what she was doing, or able to control herself. Colds she could burn or freeze out of her body, same with pneumonia. but the other viruses she couldn't really stop. She was still building up her immunity as her body went hey wire with itself.
"Lets see, Mr. Alex, what can you do now?"
She was talking to herself, but the alumni wasn't going to give two damns now.
Anastasia found a game she liked, and she was going to play.

[JEREMIAH LUCAS SCOTT]

jem wandered down the corridor, suprised and plased with the fact that he was allowed out of his cell today. it was nothing new to the kids at the school, feeling sick and tired because of all the concentratd radiation, but if you stayed in it too long, it could seriously mess with your mind. jem's mind was already meesed up enough without the added extra of the radiation seeping into his brain cells.

he ran his fingertips along the cold, bare walls of the facility, relishing the cool feel against his skin. he shivered, arching his back against a breeze that passed through, probably from one of the labs. he had decided to go without a shirt again today, usually preferring to walk around half-naked, all his tattoos on display. it didn't bother him, or anyone else, so it seemed, so why wouldn't he make the most of that?

he had a dirty white bandage wrapped around his ribs, an after affect of a shift. he had accidentaly focused too hard on one of the experiments they were trying on him, concentrating on taking another girl's powers. but the doctors hadn't told him that the girl was also a dog, and jem had ended up shape shifting into her form. his body wasn't naturally meant to work like that, so of course, he ended up with a couple of broken ribs, and a fractured wrist.

he decided to go to the common room, after careful deliberation, to clear his thoughts. he really hoped he had gotten lucky today, and there was no one else in there, and he would be able to think in peace. in all honesty, jem knew how he came off to other people. they didn't like him. he was cold, harsh, blunt, and unfriendly. he didn't like to make friends. becuase friends would only use him, and why would he want to be around people like that? so he pushed everyone away, and kept up his protective wall, keeping everyone at arms length. it was just how he liked it.

he rubbed his eyes as he wandered into the commonroom, the warmth of the place contrasting completely with the cold air of the corridor and almost, almost making him smile. any traces of the smile that was threeatening to flit across his features, however, was completely dropped as he noticed that he was not alone in the room. a girl, around his age, maybe a little older, was sitting at the television, playing some sort of game. jem didn't know what the game was, though. he didn't like to use modern technology, he thought it was just another way for people to lose their brain cells. and he couldn't afford to lose anymore than he had already.

she seemed fully absorbed in the game, which might give jem a chance to slip into the background, unnoticed. he didn't like talking to people, he would usually brush them off with brash, unpleasant words or tones, and then they didn't seem so eager to talk to him anymore. which was absolutely fine with him. he padded over to the sofa, the one that wasn't occupied by the blonde girl, and curled up, wishing he'd brough his novel or his notebook with him. maybe then he would have something to distract himself from the terribly loud explosions coming from the tv.

sighing in despair, he tried to ignore the rather loud gamer, and pulled out a packet of cigarettes, lighting up a smoke. that was the one good thing about this place. as long as you cooperated with the experiments and didn't disobey them, you could basically do whatever you wanted. god, the doctors sometimes even supplied him with smokes when he was running low. he tipped the ash onto the floor below, a small smile forming on his lips as he watched the grey dust crumble, and stain the carpet.

after a few minutes, the noise from the video game got too irritating for him to bear, and he looked up at the girl with a large, annoyed sigh, glaring at her. "excuse me," he started, narrowing his eyes at her. "that, machine you're playing there is rather loud and irritating. so if you would kindly like to play it elsewhere, some of us are trying to think, like mature adults. comprende?"

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