"...Fair enough..." Krait answered, shrugging as the heavy sigh of Jaqcue was followed by awkward silence. "Not much of a talker huh? Not sure if I should be even chatting with you, but when it comes in between aliens and criminals, seems like the bars really gotten this low." she continued, looking away to look like she was observing the room. "So... you've... done anything like this before?" she tried to find a topic. "I mean, you've done anything in your beast mode before joining into the group, or been just keeping it hidden?".

Jacque rolled the empty bottle between his hands and shrugged, "Never really had much reason to talk.". Jacque shifted uncomfortably in his seat at the next topic, "Well...", every fiber of his being told him to stay quiet about what he was doing before joining delta squad, however he supposed that he should at least tell one person about his past, and Krait was as good a person as any. Jacque took a deep breath and exhaled, "I was a carny, part of a traveling freak show. The Gator man of Baton Rouge they called me.", Jacque raised his arms out and upward as if to greet a crowd, "Savagery beyond comprehension! A hideous beast like nothing you've ever seen! Witness the unearthly power and primal rage of this brute folks, come one come all! For twenty bucks you can even get your picture taken with the beast, muzzled of course." he said with mock enthusiasm. Jacque brought his arms back down and stared at the bottle quietly, wishing that it'd been him simply being gawked at by people. Horrible things went on under the big top when the curtains shut for the night, things that Jacque swore to carry to the grave.

Nic simply wandered through the house, finding his room and stepping into the "closet" that contained his suit, letting it shrug of of him before walking out in a hiss of stem, he grabbed a t-shirt, featuring a little green alien that said "Out of this world on it" before heading to the living room and ploppin down on the couch "Greetings all!" He said with a smile "Is this house not amazing or what?"

John walked into the house and took a seat in a chair across from Nic. He smirked at his shirt. "Dude, what's up with your shirt? Like nice pun but seriously?" John laughed. John had always been mean. In school and at the orphanage he had been the tormentor. The popular kids loved him. The nerds and losers despised him. He guessed this place was no different really. Except here he was picking on an alien, not a kid with a squeaky voice.

" I find it.... silly" Nic said laughing with John "The joke is that I am also from another planet, much similar to the alien upon the garment" He said laughing even harder after explaining the joke

"Yeah I figured it out. That's why I was laughing Kal El," John said sarcastically. He put his feet up on the coffee table and looked at Nic. "How long have you been here anyways?" John asked.

Jacque silently thanked whatever deities were at work as Nic and John entered the living room and allowed for a change in subjects. As the delta squad leader plopped onto the couch Jacque shifted over to give Nic more room then shot John a dirty look. Nic might not have understood that he was being taunted, but Jacque knew all too well, and being that he was at one point part of a freak show, taunting because of differences be they in appearance or culture left a particularly bitter taste in his mouth. Jacque had been about to call John out for being an ass when John had popped the question about Nic's arrival, something Jacque had to admit he was interested in knowing as well. For now the gator man stayed quiet, hoping that Nic would answer before anyone else entered the room, the last thing he needed with his social anxiety disorder was to be crammed into a small place with every one for a fourth time today.

"It has been approximately 14 years, 3 months and 6 days since I have landed onto earth" He said, glad he was getting some attention from the rest of the team, he was worried at first how they felt about having an alien lead them but hopefully they would find out he was a great ally and friend.

Hikari had climbed inside, scaling the walls to get a better feel for the building. There had been an open window on one of the higher up levels, and climbing inside revealed it was her room. She wondered how they knew would be anxious to climb the building, but instead noted how much of her stuff they'd moved over for her. They'd moved everything, which wasn't much, and arranged it in a way that she didn't have to worry about it for now. So she headed downstairs, quietly moving to grab a drink from the fridge. She heard a little of the conversation, but didn't want to be in a big crowd again.

Roxy wondered how long she could avoid going inside. She figured she was safe atleast until dark or she got hungry. The group was interesting and Roxy was sure there would be very few boring moments. But she wasn't use to dealing with this many people all the time. It would take some time to adjust.

John looked intensely at Nic. "Had you ever been outside the base before today?" John asked the alien. 14 years was a long time to be on Earth and still talk like a crazy person.

Hart realized she'd been in the limo long after everyone else left. She'd needed some time to think. It was crazy how a couple months ago she'd been in the orphanage without a home and without a real bed even. Now she had a bed and friends and she lived on the beach! She sighed, getting out of the limo and looking out across the ocean to the horizon. She smelled the air. It smelled of sea spray and hope. She headed into the house and straight for the kitchen; passing John, Nic, Krait, and Jacque. Opening the fridge, she looked inside. "Oh my gosh! They have the old fashioned soda bottles in here!" She squealed. She hadn't had an old fashioned root beer since she was a kid. She picked one out and headed into the living room, a huge grin on her face. She perched on the edge of the fireplace ledge, facing the others in the room. They were speaking and she didn't know what to say to any of them so she remained silent, crossing her legs.

"Of course I have been being outside of the base" Nic said laughing "I have lived in several cities over the past four hundred and seventy seven days" He said, proud of his achievement, after all his first landlords hearing was just starting to come back apparently .

John laughed and turned to Hart. "What about you? What's your story? How did you come to the Island of Misfit Toys?"

Hart looked at John, suddenly a hard look on her face. "I don't believe my background is any of your business, really." She kept her eyes trained on the floor, refusing to even acknowledge him with a look. It grated her nerves he'd even ask. But if she was honest with herself it weirded her out that she was the only one here not a delinquent. Except for alien boy of course.

"Well then Miss Fiesty," John said laughing. "Would it help you if I shared my own story? Let's see. My mother left me at an orphanage when I was 3. I still had the balloon that my grandmother had given me. I was always a trouble maker at the orphanage and when I was 16 I ran away with a girl I had met but we split up when we hit Chicago because we were both broke. Then I started manufacturing weapons for the gangs and so I'm the reason a lot of people are 6 feet in the ground right now. After a couple of gangs put a hit out on me I ran and I pushed myself too hard. I passed out and I woke up and was forced to join this band of misfits. So you aren't the only person with a shitty life. Actually I'm sure a good amount of the people here have more of a reason to hide their past so why don't you just get over yourself!" John shouted. He was shaking. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have blown up like that," he said as he stood up and quickly walked to his room.

Roxy figured she should go see what they did to her knife collection. She doubted the had displayed them properly. With a frustrated sigh Roxy climbed back into the building. She walked down the hall until she found the room with her name. She was relieved that they hadnt tried to display her knifes. She didn't like people touching her knife. Roxy began sorting her knifes.

Jacque shifted uncomfortably in his seat as the tension in the room rose yet again, then seemed to linger despite the fact that John had stormed out. 'Looks like i'm not the only one with issues.' He thought whilst looking at the remaining people in the room. Still, Jacque couldn't help but feel as though John was being a bit overly dramatic, the boy had killed people yes, but at least it seemed he'd done so indirectly for the most part, John's hands were practically clean in both the figurative and literal sense when Jacque compared what he'd done to what John had done. "Well....that was something..." He said quietly, not quite sure were he was going with that statement.

Hart shifted her eyes up to Jacque's. "If you ask me he had no reason to blow up. I merely said my past was none of his business, which is true." she sighed and tried to open her glass root beer bottle, unsuccessfully. "Not my fault he has a bad past. Besides... He's one of the youngest here. He has plenty of time to make up for what he's done." She looked at the floor, again struggling with the top on her bottle before giving up and setting it down on the fireplace ledge next to her.

John sat on his bed as objects from around the room circled him. Was he really that caught up in his past? Was he still hung up on the newspaper articles that told of the new body found. The body that was killed with a gun he made. The body that was just an innocent bystander. The answer was yes. He was still very hung up on it. Though he had done a good job of hiding it until now. He didn't want to back out there though. He wasn't ready to face the accusing looks that the kids from the orphanage gave him when an accident happened. The look his mother gave him when she left him on a doorstep like a scene out of a shitty Lifetime movie. So he instead returned the floating objects to their places and set to work at his workbench, pulling out scraps of metal and other items that the government would've confiscated had they known where they were hidden. When he had shown this project to the team, this incident would most definitely be forgotten.