"Well, shit."

She couldn't help but curse as she removed her eye from the scope of her sniper rifle. After she kept a close eye on the streets of Darkwell City, she located the target after a little more than half an hour of searching. The young woman had expected him to be alone, as the male was said to be someone who didn't enjoy the company of others due to his dry and humorless attitude. But here he was, side by side with a rather tall, dark-haired woman. Her uniform represented what she worked for. A police officer...

"What is it?" her boss's grumble came from the other side of the earpiece that was inserted in her ear.

She frowned, resting her chin in her hand. "It appears we have a problem, sir."

"What is it now?" the voice said again in a more irritated tone.

"You see, it seems like Mr. Angsty has a friend," she answered almost unwillingly. "A friend with a shiny gold badge and a neat-looking pistol..."

A stunned silence passed through them. "A cop?"

She laughed. "Heh, I guess so. I think impersonating a cop is against the law, right? They woulda caught her by now if she's faking, especially in this little town."

"Very well," he sighed. "You need to get a good shot at the male. The tranquilizer has to enter his bloodstream before the cop can do anything. You're going to also get the officer as well... but don't bring her, obviously."

"Alrightie," she frowned, sighing as she ended the transmission. With the way he spoke, he made it seem like it was much easier than it really was. Yet, she couldn't disappoint; she had to do her job, no matter how badly it ended. It wasn't like she was alone, after all. Every once in a while, she caught sight of figures moving over the rooftops of the short buildings across from her. Once the man was down, her aides would help her load the poor guy into a truck to take him to wherever the big boss wanted her to take him.

With a sigh, she took aim with her rifle once more. If she wanted to get him good, then a shot to his neck would be the easiest way. That way, the chemicals would reach his blood before he could even complain about the pain. She rested her finger on the trigger, slowing her breathing as she focused. They stood at the streetlight, waiting for it to turn red. No one was around. Now was the perfect time.

She squeezed the trigger, and within milliseconds, a dull sound came from her sniper rifle. The dart whizzed through the air in a straight line before it embedded itself in the skin of the male's neck. From where she hid, she could hear the young man's cry of surprise as he toppled over, falling to ground, before remaining still. A grin crossed her lips before the police officer appeared to be in distress as she hovered over the now unconscious male before she rested her eyes on the woman atop the rooftop. Before she knew it, she cop pulled out the weapon from her holster, spraying a rain of bullets in her direction. Cursing, she leaped out of the way of the bullets, avoiding most of them-- but one of them grazed her arm. Pain struck her limb as she let out a curse, taking aim with her weapon and shooting once again. This time, the dart hit the woman in the arm, but it was within moments that she, too, joined the male on the ground.

"Sir," the woman breathed, wincing as she dropped the gun on the ground to cradle her wound. "I've been hit... but good thing is, I got the job done."

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Most of a day passed. But what he had looked to resolve was finally done, and the young individuals he had gathered were safe.

His eyes flickered over the screens that shone in front of him. Every one of them presented information about the men and women that he had gathered within the vicinity-- where they lived, with whom they lived, what they did for a living... it was information that he had gathered and nurtured within his large database.

All of them were hidden away deep underground in an unknown location. The building was large, about the size of a hospital, with several rooms. His "captives", or so they would call themselves, should be resting in said rooms. He ordered for one room to be shared between two of them, as to save space and not cause so much of a mess. The rooms provided them with beds and some furniture to place their clothes, along with a small shower, but that was it; there was no internet or phone connection in the building, save for his own. It was for their own safety.

"Sir," a voice sounded from the doorway. He looked up, blinking at the young face in the doorway. It was one of his aides-- a ripe woman with big eyes and brown hair. "They're awake."

He nodded. "Get the rest of your helpers," he told her sternly. "Make sure that they won't cause a ruckus."

Without another word, the woman bowed out of the room, scampering down the halls in search of others who would help her. Once she did, they would go to the rooms to encounter the very confused, and possibly panicking, new inhabitants of the building.

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Somewhere between 563 and 879 he'd fallen asleep, but he wasn't quite sure. At least the voices hasn't woken him up this time, maybe the drugs had made them quieter. Aliron threw out a hand to grab his trusty suitcase, which was never out of arms reach, only to find no suitcase. Disgruntled by this Aliron sat up and looked around. No suitcase. Nothing else familiar either. "Where's my suitcase!" He shouted, simply because it was the glaring problem as it held all of his possesions. After a few moments no response and deep thinking about what had happened last, it occurred to him that the whole being kidnapped thing and where he stood with that may also have a little relavency. And now the stupid voices had started up again! Jeez today was not shaping up to a good deal. He bet he hadn't even won that stupid laptop either. Such was his preoccupation with his thoughts he did not even see the rooms other occupant.

Noelle slowly started to wake up from her drugged induced sleeping state. At first everything was spinning.’ Where am I?’ She thought briefly, followed with a bunch of other questions that flooded her mind.

Next moment she had already fallen from her bed in struggles and rolled to the corner of the room in panic. Did they kidnap her? Why would people want her… was it the strange Sona powers she suddenly gained!? She had no answer, but suspected it was so. She panicked even more now, wondering what they will do with her.

After a little bit of time the strength returned to her legs and she started to try to stand up. After a few tries she walked to the door and started banging on it with her fists. It hurt quite a lot actually!

“LET ME OUT!!!” She opened her mouth as incredibly powerful high frequency sounds started hitting the room in all directions.” I WANT TO GO HOME!!!!” She continued to scream. The air was vibrating strongly in the room that had no windows and even the door was completely solid. Still everything around was vibrating incredibly strongly from her screams.

The metal items in the room were resonating, causing a strong metallic noise to also fill the room. The lamps that were on the ceiling also shattered, throwing sparks and glass everywhere to even more of her horror. Now alone in the darkness of the room, Noelle crawled to one of the corners, pulling a blanket to wrap herself in.

“I just want to go home…” She cried for one last time before the room fell in complete darkness and eerie silence.

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“Officer Fortier, are you alright?” A medic asked as she started to come back into consciousness.” Yeah… I think… gosh that was some hell of a drug.” She stated, blinking a few times. Took Clarice a few moments to realize what had happened.’ Heads will roll for this…’ She thought a very determined and dark expression appeared on her face.

She even remembered what it was that hit her – a dart.” We have report for multiple abductions across town.” Another officer said and sat on a chair next to her hospital bed.” Your friend Garrett is one of them. They seemed to only have wanted him for they left you.” Her colleague stated and looked at her with concern.” You know I have to ask you some questions, it’s protocol.” The man stated and Clarice nodded, giving ‘all’ information to him. She kept what hse believed was better to not be heard from normal people.

While most people would take up to many hours and even days to recover from something like this according to the doctors, Clarice was up and running in matter of few hours. She always had strong physique and after she gained her powers it got into overdrive.

She then quickly went back to the scene of the crime where it was all yellow tape all around. Walking about she quickly located where her bullets impacted and found the one with which she actually injured the other person. With a smile she put it into sterile plastic bag and went back to the station. Quickly she took the dna sample from the bullet and put it through the international database she had access via some favors from certain agencies. Being a high paid mercenary well paid out a lot. Once she had the name and face of the little girl who shot at her, she deleted all data of what she just did and gave in her demand for paid leave.

Once home she quickly walked into the bath and called her contacts to get the location of where the girl was last seen operating from. Once she was done with that, she dressed up very nicely, put her wallet into the inner pocket of her coat, took her laptop bag and with only that she headed over to the airport.

“Would you like something to drink, miss?” The flight attendant asked her once they were off the ground.” Ahh yes, I will have some whiskey please.” She replied and was given the glass of whiskey. She then looked outside the hatch, smiling as she knew it was a short flight. By the time she finished this drink, they would be landing and from then she would be meeting her contacts.

Alexis groaned as she sat up shakily from the bed she was in, falling back down into the bed. It wasn't hers, and her vision was a bit shaky, so she wasn't all too sure how she got here. Her own grumpiness somewhat kicked in as her sleep was cut off, though it seemed like it was about average time to wake up. She was mostly still tired, and she wasn't tied up or anything so that wasn't that be. Could be a hospital, and she was just imagining things.

As she crept into proper consciousness, she sat up and thought about the entire situation, how odd the whole thing was. At this point, she snapped back into reality, quickly standing up properly, checking her hands and her clothes. All looked normal. Maybe she was dreaming? Hallucinating? Something? She quickly looked around the room for a buzzer or something to ring up someone, though not finding one. She turned to the guy in the other bed, stepping closer to him. Seemed somewhat familiar. She turned to the door, stepping up to it and knocking before speaking. "Yo! G'morning, yeah, uh, 'scuse me."

Nova stepped away from the door after hearing footsteps coming, sitting back down on the bed with a sigh. She stared up at the ceiling of the room, ready to punch whoever came in if they posed a threat. At least they'd open the door first, probably.

Claire's hand wandered and grabbed something warm and soft. The blue eyed maiden immediately opened her eyes and sat up, her gaze now focused on the raven haired male next to her, turned away from her. Upon a glance, she realized it was Garrett! Her coworker! Then she looked at the placement of her hand...which so happened to be cupping the contours of his rear. Her face grew hot as she blushed and immediately retracted her hand and rolled out of bed, while desperately trying to recall what happened. Had she partied too hard? Had she been roofied? Did they have intercourse!? Just what had happened to her!!? And to think, the last thing she remembered was that she was just serving cookies to the partygoers.
As thought after thought kept rolling through her mind, she felt a small bubble of panic and frustration start to arise in her chest.
Claire double checked herself. Her clothes were still on...good. Nothing felt out of place as far as her body went, but why was she here and sharing a bed with lame Garrett of all people!? He was like, the awkward penguin of society!

She walked to the door, and exited.

Well, tried...It seemed to be locked and the door seemed very sturdy. Claire pounded at the door, creating a resounding ruckus as she did so. When it seemed to yield no result, she stood back thrust a palm forward, focusing. A solid ball of blue ice materialized from her hand, rocketing forward and impacting the door. With a mighty crash! the ice detonated but it didn't have the intended effect Claire wanted. @Ambra

“Where’s my suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuitcase-ase-ase-ase?” the rabbit asked, and Iris yelled back at it from her confinement, something garbled and incoherent, but that made sense at the time. She struggled against her bonds, and looked into the mirror, taken aback by her blue skin and crazy hair. She rubbed her hands along thin limbs and sucked the blood that coated her claws.

Waking up was normally a slow affair, but Iris woke in a flash this time. The room didn’t smell right, and her bed didn’t feel as rough as this one, and she started up in the unfamiliarity, with all the pleasantry of a slow awakening, which properly capped a long period of rest, completely forsaken. She stared at the wall a few feet from her head, and slowly pivoted to capture the whole room. She wasn’t the only one there, though the other occupant didn’t relieve any of her sudden anxiety. Wasn’t he that homeless dude that sometimes hung around the diner?

She stood, but did not approach the man, instead straightening her suit (thankfully whatever had happened to her, it had not included losing her clothes) and straightening herself into her most commanding posture. “Why am I here?” she asked lowly, but her roommate seemed occupied with his own thoughts too much to hear her.

“Why am I here?” she said again, raising her voice so that Aliron would hear her above the other voices in his head.
@Eklispe

Gregory was jolted awake by the sound of a fist pounding on a door. Looking around, he couldn't help but notice that he wasn't in his own home. The more he analyzed his surroundings, the more he noticed that wasn't familiar in anyway, and the more he panicked. The last thing he remembered was the party. He was talking to a girl, drank some punch, and then... nothing. It was all black after that. Now he was in some sort of... hospital... with a completely different girl. Had it been that extreme of a party?

Getting up, he flinched as he realized his whole body was sore. Whatever happened at the party had certainly been an event. Facing towards his apparent roommate, Gregory recognized the girl from the party. As he walked in, her dyed hair had caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. Had they hooked up or something. She seemed pretty young, and if this was her place, he definitely didn't agree with her decorating. Also he had all his clothes on from before. Okay, so they probably didn't hook up, but still, she might know something. Raising his hand in a wave, Gregory shot her a friendly smile. "Hey, my name's Greg, nice to meet you. Quick question here, you got any idea where we are? I can't seem to remember anything from the party last night after the beginning."

Just because they were in the weird situation, it didn't mean Gregory didn't need to make a good first impression.

@Kit N Kat

Ugh... what happened..?

That was the first thought that crossed her mind as she opened her eyes. Her head felt like it was about to split open, and her stomach wretched as she struggled to move. Whitney never felt like throwing up this much before. Had she gotten drunk and this was a head-splitting hangover? Or was she drugged? She couldn't tell. A loud groan left the dark-haired woman's lips as she rolled over in her bed, rubbing her head. Her vision was foggier than she could have ever imagined, but what caught her eye was a blue-haired woman basically screaming her head off. The whole room vibrated at her voice, making the lights flicker before the lamps shattered. She whimpered as she hid under her sheets, her head aching even more at the sudden exposure to stress and loud sounds.

Thankfully, the familiar woman's voice lowered significantly, but they were now in complete darkness. Whitney could see the outlines of some shapes in the room, but her eyesight was still weak. "Where... are we?" she asked both herself and Noelle before the metal door suddenly creaked open. A tall man, brown of hair, stood in the doorway. His hands were shoved in his pockets as he gave Noelle a rather unamused look.

"I see you've caused quite the ruckus," he sighed, blinking his sharp green eyes at her. "You've scared away my aides-- they could hardly make it to your room without getting a severe headache. There isn't need for such anxiety, I'm happy to say."

Whitney perked up. She recognized that voice. "Mister Ravello?" she questioned.

He turned towards her, a frown on his lips. "Call me Sully," he answered her.

"Where are we?" she fought through the pain and haze as she raised her voice. "Why did you kidnap us-?"

Sully retained his calm demeanor, even in the face of two rather angry and dangerous young females. "For your own protection," he answered her simply. "Down here, no one can harm you. That is, until you know the truth, of course."

"Wha-?"

"Come to the briefing room when you're ready," Sully waved over two aides, who cautiously stepped into the room. Both of them gave the two women wary smiles as they carried in new clothing, sheets, and washcloths. "My assistants will lead you there when you're prepared."

Whitney blinked her eyes a few times as she was left speechless. The man that she had known for a few years nodded as he left the room, allowing the two aides to take control as they laid out the clothing and towels for them. "Don't worry," one of them said, her smile growing significantly as she struggled to make slow, calm movements. "Like Sir Ravello said, this is all for your own protection."

@rivaan



Garrett had been awake for a long while. But unfortunately, he could not find a way to get out of bed. And even if he did, he didn't think he could remain on his feet for very long. While he was quite in the serious predicament, he couldn't help but feel a little pleased with the circumstances. A pretty lady, in bed with him? When was the last time that happened? Maybe it was just the drugs that messed with his mind; he certainly felt like his mind was fried. Everything was quivering and changing colors before his very eyes. Who knew, maybe it was just a broom that had fallen over and tapped his rear end?

The pretty lady-- or sexy broom -- lifted itself from the bed and traveled to the door. Ice formed nearby it, and with a loud sound, a ball of frost hit the metal door. Unfortunately for them, the door did not budge. "Grrrrmphhhhhh," it was all that Garrett could say as he rolled over and peered at Claire with eyes that stared but did not see. Things still spun around him as if he was in a hurricane.

At that moment, the door open, and in stepped a rather young female in a pure white gown. She smiled at the intoxicated man on the bed and at the silver-haired woman near the door. "Good morning," she chimed, shuffling into the room with the pile of clean clothes and sheets and towels. She set the objects down on the bed before turning to face Claire, seeing as she could not speak to the drugged man on the bed. "I know that you might be confused and scared about all of this. But you were taken from Darkwell for your own protection. Something evil lurks there, and we know that you wouldn't be able to survive a second trying to defend yourselves."

"A-ahh," Garrett groaned from atop the bed, grabbing hold of the clean clothing with extreme difficulty. He held them as if they were some foreign objects that he never saw before.

The aide's face became serious. "Please, just give us a chance to explain all of this... to all of you. Everything will become clear soon. I just gave you some clean clothing. I'll lead both of you to the briefing room when you're ready," she sighed at the pitiful sight of the raven-haired man on the bed, quirking a brow as he drooled over the sheets. "I'm surprised that Roxanne's special poison didn't leave the poor guy a vegetable. But he'll recover soon. I'll be waiting for you two outside the door. Once you're ready, just knock." And with that, the aide disappeared as she stepped outside once more, closing the door behind her.

@DFA

‘No…’ Noelle thought in horror as she was pushing herself at the wall as the aids of that man entered the room. At present all she knew was that they abducted her and the rooms were locked in pretense for their safety! She feared this.” No… I didn’t want any of this…” She barely whispered, causing the air to stir.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! GET AWAY! I WANT OT GO HOME!!!” She screamed, causing the entire room to be flooded with high pitched sound again. Clearly sending the men into great pain as she did.

“JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!” She continued to scream in pure horror, unable to look at the men anymore, who by now would be near unconscious. This whole situation, the place, the people, all of those only fared her extreme fears and horrifying memories. She simply felt all alone in a place that seemed connected only to pain and torture to her.

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Clarice left the plain about half an hour ago now. The cab ride to her hotel took quite a long time, but considering it was noon and the streets were busy, it couldn’t be helped. Finally she found herself La Grand Hotel Amethyst. A very recently built five star hotel of the highest quality of service. Naturally the only place that would really suit her in this undertaking.

“Good day, miss. How can we help you today?” One of the women at the reception asked when Clarice approached.” I want to rent a room for a few days.” She replied. Clarice had money, her work in the past as mercenary was always for big jobs that paid a lot and not to mention her father was also not poor before he passed away and left her the fortune of the family. Of course there were also all the favors people owed her. Especially the owner of this hotel, cause well he knew who to ask for help next time he passes through a military zone.

“Do you have preference for the floor, honorable customer?” The receptionist asked, starting to type things in the computer, probably checking the free rooms and such.”I want the penthouse.” Clarice stated to the full shock and surprise of the receptionist. Currently the cop was dressed in rather normal clothing and the penthouse was naturally incredibly pricy. The woman appeared visibly conflicted as of how to act and Clarice just sighed, pulling her mobile and dialing someone. After about half a minute of small chat with someone, she gave the phone to the receptionist. The girl took it in confusion and about half a minute later she returned it, her face filled with fear.

“YES, RIGHT AWAY! I WILL SEND PEOPLE TO ESCORT YOU TO THE PENTHOUSE!!! HERE’S YOUR KEYCARD!!” The girl said in fear while Clarice simply took the keycard, from the receptionist's trembling hands, and without waiting for the escort made her way to the elevators.

“What happened, why do you look like you saw a ghost?” One of the other receptionists asked the first one.” She… I… the boss said we fulfill every her requests or we lose our job. Supposedly his secretary will come in two hours to personally take care for that lady.” The girl stated, throwing a look at the glass elevator that was ascending towards the top floor.” Who the hell is that woman?” They all said in a single voice.

Ten minutes later, Clarice had already made herself at home at the penthouse and the room service had already arrived with her orders. She sat on the big couch by the huge windows that overlooked the city.” Hmm, the wine’s truly not bad.” She said, throwing a look at her laptop on the nearby table, still running a face recognition software for the dart shooting brat.



@Ambra

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Aliron's head jerked upwards at the sound of an actual voice that wasn't meaningless whispers. To see that it was a person was both a relief and a surprise, he didn't remember anyone being in the room but obviously he was mistaken. After all, it wasn't like she just appeared there, that wouldn't make any sense. After several moments of awkwardly staring at her in surprise Aliron remembered that he'd been asked a question. "Uh, I dunno. I'm just here cause, uh, I don't know either. Oh right, the party with the spiked drinks. Man those things had some kick. I'm Aliron. Who're you?" He asked, his eagerness to talk to someone causing his words to spill out ontop of each other until his final question was asked with a carefree grin on his face.

Iris squinted at her roommate as he seemed to notice her for the first time, but decided that his surprise was genuine. Which was good, because that meant that she had the upper hand on him in terms of people watching: she had seen him unawares, but he had apparently not seen her.

And, it meant that he definitely wasn't the person to ask about why they were there, though he hit on the probably methodology of their abduction faster than Iris would have. The drinks, of course. That's why they had insisted on bringing their own refreshments and helpers. She grunted quietly, making a mental note that such things could simply not be allowed from now on.

"I'm Iris," she responded, nodding in acknowledgement of her new acquaintance, though with none of his enthusiasm. She was not as carefree as he, instead trying to puzzle out what was going on in her own mind. She knew Aliron as a bum of sorts, so it didn't make sense that they would have kidnapped him as well as her if they were after some sort of ransom, unless he was from a rich family, but was a bum by choice?

As she pondered these things, the noise of keys came from their door, and it was slid open slightly as someone checked on them. She could see that chains still held the door from opening completely, but the door was then quickly closed and reopened fully, with these released. A well-dressed individual, arrayed as if working in a hospital or lab of some sort, entered, leaving a couple more similarly-clothed individuals in the hallway behind him. He stood tensely, as if waiting for an offensive from them, or perhaps a question, but Iris didn't plan on giving him either. She would let her much more excited friend here start with that.
@Eklispe@Ambra

@Brasslazer


Alexis quickly turned around, leaning on the wall on the other side of the door opening on the chance that someone might come in and tie them up or something. She looked at Greg, thinking of the situation at hand. So since he's as confused as she is, then there obviously was something going on here, and that didn't help Alexis's paranoia. "Nope, I don't remember really anything from the party. I know I was tired as hell, I thought someone had called an ambulance or something, but this is one hell of a hospital.

She heard some more footsteps coming from the outside, some passing their door and one stopping right in front. Alexis backed up. She moved a bit away from the door, unsure what would happen next, though she was prepared. Before anything happened though, the red-haired girl decided that a simple question might work for whoever came inside. "Excuse me, but do you mind explaining where we are? Hope there's no problem with me asking that."

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Wow that was a kind of a bland response. It wasn't much to continue conversation with. Did she not like him? That'd be kinda unfortunate if they were locked up together. Well it was mostly her problem, Aliron liked everyone. Except for whoever had stolen his suitcase! Speak of the devil someone entered looking like a nervous doctor. Which was weird because usually doctors made people nervous. Regardless Aliron immediately jumped on the chance to get some information, "Hey you! I got a bunch of questions. Where's my suitcase, where are we, why are we here and what do you want?" Yeah that was the way to go, take command of the situation! Those were the big questions, he could worry about other stuff later. Like when lunch was. Or breakfast. Or what time it was. And if they had voices medicine. Maybe hold off on that one.

Claire sighed. "To all of us huh?" She murmured. Perhaps herself and Garrett weren't the only ones held here. Maybe they were in other rooms of their own, perhaps in a similar situation as she was. Lots of questions arose in her head but what really bothered her was the statement she made about "evil" lurking around the city. The city itself was peaceful and nothing seemed out of place until now. After some brooding, she cast her eyes at Garrett once more. Drool flowed down his face and Claire couldn't help but silently giggle at the sight of drool dripping onto the sheets. She held her laughter in with a hand while the other fished her phone out of her pocket.
No signal here... She noted while quickly flashing a picture of Garrett. She shook her head as she put it away. Well, no point in dawddling around here for too long. They'd find out more the sooner both of them met up with the aide and perhaps they would be out of here in no time.
First, she wanted to sure Garrett was alright and set before they exited the room. He had been poisoned after all. "Hey, are you alright? Think you can get dressed by yourself? Gosh, that poison must be pretty harsh for you." Claire walked up to him and stretched out a hand to his forehead. His skin felt clammy to the touch and beads of sweat collected on his forehead. She frowned as she pulled away and dried her hand on a dry corner of the blanket, wondering why they had elected to poison him.
@Ambra

The men didn't seem to be too happy about having to deal with Noelle's screaming. The shortest of them clasped his hands to his ears, groaning as he collapsed on the floor. The other one cursed rather loudly, wincing as he found his way out of the room and back out into the polished white hallway. Whitney, however, couldn't help but feel anxious. That, and she felt sorry for the neon-haired woman in front of her. She frowned as she sat upon the bed, gazing at Noelle with sad eyes. "Noelle," she began. "I know you're scared... so am I. But I don't think screaming and hurting the ones who keep us captive is a smart thing to-"

"What's going on here?" Sully Ravello suddenly reappeared at the doorway, appearing rather unamused as he glowered at Noelle. "You must stay quiet. We can't help either of you if you keep shrieking."

@rivaan



Garrett could hardly hear a word that the aides had said. Even though the paralyzing poison had been receding from his bloodstream a significant amount, he still felt sluggish and numb. He couldn't even remember the dreams that he had while he was knocked out... much less, he could hardly remember the events of the past day except for going out for coffee with that police chick. He sniffed, frustration clawing through his muggy mind as he thought about what he could do. Nothing came up, surprisingly; he noticed that they were in some sort of holding facility, and Claire was the only one that was within reach of him. Last time he thought about it, they weren't really anything but coworkers that were forced to work together. But the silver-haired female pressed her hand against his pale forehead, nonetheless.

He mustered a scowl as he weakly swatted her hand away. "'m fine," Garrett choked out, forcing his body to sit up in the bed. Clumsily, he grabbed at the fresh set of clothes, peering down at them as if they were something that he hadn't seen before. His thumbs felt weak and heavy, and the clothing fell out of his hands onto the floor. "Shit..."

@DFA



The aide, a tall blond man with glasses, glanced down at his keyboard as the young man and woman spoke. "You were taken from Darkwell for your own protection," he told both of them rather blandly, as if reading off a script. He glanced towards Aliron, ignoring his question about his suitcase. "This is the only safe place, for now.

@Eklispe @Kiddo



Luckily for the aide, neither of the inhabitants of the room were hostile towards her. The black-haired lady sighed, glancing at Nova once she spoke. "You were taken due to orders from our boss," she said, frowning as she spoke. "Apparently, the city in which you resided in was no longer safe. All of you were gathered here for your own safety. Don't worry, you'll get a clear answer soon enough."

@Brasslazer @Kit N Kat

After questioning the red-haired girl, Gregory was just left feeling more nervous than he had before. One person not remembering the night before was a sign that a party had gotten intense. Two people not remembering and waking up in a place they had never seen before together was a sign that something was up. Checking his phone, which was fortunately still in his pocket, he found that he had no service and no internet. Wherever they were, it was cutoff, and likely nowhere near a city like Darkwell. Where the hell where they?

Before he could respond, footsteps from outside the door gave hint that someone was coming in. While his fellow inmate at this nightmare hospital questioned the women who walked in, Gregory's attention was caught to something. Or rather, a lack of something. The voices of the two women became background noise as his eyes scanned all over the room, every nook, corner, and cranny. Unsatisfied, he began shuffling around the room, checking under the beds and other furniture, even behind the door. As his searches came up with nothing, his internal paranoia at the situation turned to internal panic, though he had to use all his self-control to not show it to those in the room, or else they would find out his crazy secret. The only evidence he showed of conflict was an obscenity mumbled under his breath.

For now, Gregory simply had to accept that Lil' Greg was nowhere to be found. Turning back to the others, he flashed a smile in an attempt to make it seem that all was fine. "Well, what are we waiting for? Lead on to wherever we're going!"

@Kit N Kat@Ambra

She shook her head at him, her hands now at her hips. The blue-eyed maiden raised an eyebrow as the white garments fell out his weak clutches and to the floor. "Yeah, definitely fine all right..." Sarcasm lacing her voice as she bent down and picked it up. "Okay, I'm going to need you to take your clothes off." Claire looked at him, keeping a straight face. The icy glint in her eyes dared him to think of anything lewd. "Don't get any weird ideas, I'm just going to get you dressed so we can get out there and maybe get ourselves some food hopefully. Think the last time we got to eat was before our shifts and I don't really know how long ago that was."

@Ambra

Claire didn't seem to happy about his stubbornness. She shook her head down at him, glaring at him as if he was a child when she spoke. The intoxicated man was about to return her look, that was, until she told him to take off his clothes. Garrett felt his face become heated up like a high-power microwave oven. Yet, he couldn't find a way to get his words out of his mouth, but he hoped that the incredulous look on his face spelled it out for him. Take off his clothes? In front of her? The very thought of having to be dressed like some sort of toddler was like someone took a knife and dug it into his pride. But it was something that he had to do.

A sharp sigh escaped him as he lowered his head, clumsily taking the hems of his shirt and pulling it over his head. It took some time for the article of clothing to come off, but he tossed it to the side once it was. All the time, Garrett avoided Claire's look, his cheeks burning bright.

@DFA

Noelle stopped screaming as the men were no longer an obvious danger and looked with almost teary eyes at Whitney as the girl spoke to her.’ What should I do?’ She thought, but her thought were pretty easy to read by her expression.’ I just want to go home…!’

“!!!” She gulped when Ravello showed up. In Noelle’s eyes he was incredibly scary, almost as much as the man who abducted her those years ago. She started visibly shivering in his presence and finally ran and hid behind Whitney, grasping at her clothes in fear.” Please… don’t let him near me…” The blue haired girl cried out very quietly, her tears running down her cheeks.

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“Mistress Fortier, clothes have been delivered as you ordered.” A tall woman with red hair made in a bun and dressed in a business suit said to Clarice. The former mercenary turned back and rose from the comfortable sofa. She had already taken a shower and now was still in the bathrobe, while she waited for her new clothing to be delivered.

“Perfect as usual, Helen.” Clarice commended and quickly started putting on a long white cocktail dress for the event she would be heading soon. She actually got information one of her contacts would be attending an official event soon and she was going to be there.

Once dressed, the red haired woman called in a pair of hairdressers to fix Clarice’s hair into a proper hairdo for the official event.” I don’t need to tell you what to do, right?” Clarice asked the other woman.

“No need, Mistress Fortier. I will inform you the moment the search gives results.” The red haired secretary stated as the policewoman nodded with a smile and left the penthouse, taking the elevator down and towards the car she was granted. Her tall perfect body, her long legs, her beautiful face attracted the eyes of everyone around the lobby.

Elegantly she stepped into the limo. She’s been out of the active agent life for a good few years now. It was refreshing to be back into action actually.

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Aliron twitched slightly. "Well dang dog, you answered like two of my questions. Oh wait like one. Half of one really. Did you not hear me or something?" At this point Aliron was genuinely slightly angry. He'd really been looking forward to the party because all things considered, it'd been a pretty rough week. Now he was taking to a suit that was pretending to be a asshole robot. "So." Aliron said haltingly, trying to keep his cool. "I'ma ask you again and I'd like you to actually answer this time. Where are we? Easy question. A hospital, area 52, you can be real vague. Why are we are? Saying its the only safe place doesn't cut it unless you explain why everywhere else is dangerous. If fact that one ties right into my next question. What do you want? Cause obviously we aren't here for the cake and ice-cream. And finally, where's my suitcase!" His voice had been fairly controlled during his entire questioning, but on the word 'suitcase' his voice rippled and it sounded like something else was talking. Some thing that wasn't human.