[b][ Subject 097 ][/b]

I stood stiff and vigilant, yearning for a response as all I could hear was random movements and pointless talk, as if some were actually disconnected. When there would be people moving about and I could actually see them, they barely took notice of my at first, which was really strange given what they've been through, I'd expect more pre-PTSD-like reactions in fear of being shot down at the last second. Well, whatever, it started off with some shirtless guy who would probably not live very long if he kept what he was doing, which was rush in and only taking notice of the new girl afterward. My expression remained blank toward him, not that I was judging him in other grounds, but I didn't have a good vibe come from him. Following that, some bright laser thing destroyed what seemed to be the remaining soldiers in the nearby vicinity, what a show I suppose. Then came a guy who had the marvelous power of illuminating the whole place with bizarre, blue flames, which allowed me to pretty much acknowledge everyone nearby. I still stood my ground, up straight and only my eyes, occasionally my head, turning to check the details. There were two people completely wasted, probably the artists of the show that just occurred, another very careless guy helping them and totally gave me an opportunity to shoot the three, and finally a guy holding the hand of a girl who kept her eyes closed. There may have been more, but my mind could only acknowledge so much in a few seconds. 

The shirtless guy addressed me first, asking who I was, but not long after the other young man holding the teen's hand commented on my arrival and pretty much asked me who I was all the while adding the word 'kiddo' in it. My left eyebrow rose a bit, was he serious? In a way he wasn't WRONG considering my appearance, but wow these guys really wanted to get killed if I were some nasty bad girl wanting to keep them contained.Whatever, as long as they were in my reach I didn't risk anything and vice-versa if they didn't want to go at me. 

"[b]Kiddo? Really? You are waaaayyyyy too young to be calling me that, [i]boy[/i].[/b]"

I teased the guy, showing these people I wasn't JUST some kid, but someone with a personality who didn't enjoy screwing around when tensions were in the air. My arms were crossed, showing that I didn't feel threatened once I saw just how they were behaving and their current condition. My attention had turned slightly to the young girl holding the man's hand, why was she being babysitted by this guy? Boyfriend? Nah, not with the isolation and the memory crush we got. Sibling? They don't look the same. Barely had any matching traits at all. I could only assume they were circumstantial friends and seeing as her eyes never seemed to open, I could guess she needed help for the moment. Nonetheless, I was careful, who knows what kind of twisted freak could be taking advantage of one another. Maybe he was the dangerous one, or she was. Eh, I'm too paranoid, but hey I try to avoid getting close to people when soldiers try to shoot me, you know? 

"[b]Tch, well I'd like to give you a name but I'm afraid I don't have one specific... I suppose my cell number was 097, is that good enough?[/b]" 

I pretty much answered to both these men, of course I had one name floating in my mind right now, but I did not know what it truly meant. Was it my name? I don't know, but I always had this weird emotional reaction each time it crossed my mind, as if it was something I was used to repeating and held a lot of memories. Fiorella. Beats being called a number, but why would I care of the way I'm being called by strangers? Mutant strangers no less. Well all this didn't matter, as I turned toward the direction the guards were blocking en mass. 

"[b]Name citing aside, I'm guessing we gotta go up, huh? I mean if you guys wanna stay around here and talk about how great the fireworks were, I'm totally swell with that, but I'm getting out in one minute no matter the alternative, so....~[/b]" 

I warned them pretty much to get a move on, as of course I would probably leave if they kept sticking in the same place. But deep in my head I knew it would pain me to do this all solo. It would suck and it's been so long since I've had the opportunity to talk with people, plus there was a girl in the lot! This could be promising. I turned my body so my head could stare at the door this Bone guy previously opened. He whined about finding an elevator, probably in reaction to stairs or whatever. I let these fine people lead the dance, at least until they would reach a snail pace.