[center][img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/1131065754469539920/1131065953820610652/Zero.gif[/img][/center][color=gray][sup][b][color=#AACCDD]MENTIONS:[/color][/b] [@mickilennial]
[b][color=#AACCDD]INTERACTIONS:[/color][/b] Passing by Kaitlin
[b][color=#AACCDD]LOCATION:[/color][/b] New Alcatraz, San Francisco, California, US
[b][color=#AACCDD]NOW PLAYING:[/color][/b] [url=https://open.spotify.com/track/51EMSRpNm9Rg5rGViVCczv?si=8aa25b9a51494c77]♫ Andromeda - Weyes Blood ♫[/url][/sup][/color]
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[indent][indent][color=gainsboro]Man.

This was day one of many to come and there was already [i]this[/i] much going on? All the chaos, all the frustration, all the rage. On one hand, Zee struggled to find any reason to antagonize the wardens of their new home other than juvenile carelessness. On the other hand, she so desperately wished she had enough energy to be like them. To rave and riot against the Man. Instead, everything passed by her as she just stood there, motionless, wordless. Just a tired stare in her blank blue eyes as everyone else fell into the chaos.

There was a common motif in the anime she used to watch religiously. 存在証明, [i]sonzai shoumei[/i]. Proof of life. The kind of rah-rah "I'm going to be the best" energy all anime protagonists seemed to have. Everyone else had a similar mission statement, proclaiming their lively youthful days. Zee was nominally among them in terms of age, but it was clear from but one glance that she was missing something they had. She lived like she had no life to prove.

[center][sup][i]"Nothing in it for me except a heart that's lazy..."[/i][/sup][/center]
The frosty blonde remained frosty well after the altercation at the court, disconcertingly aloof about the stinging pepper in her eyes. Tears from the pepper spray had frozen over her cheeks, an alien makeup of clear-white. The group was ushered into a rec room of sorts. They were in a prison, but Zee could only think of a hospital's idea of recreation when she saw the room. Modest, functional, both to a depressing extreme. A sad idea to even have a place like this where criminals used to live. She shook her head. Still had to learn to separate what she saw from what her frozen and cynical mind saw.

Zee tried to pay attention to the welcoming committee instead. A rogue's gallery of misfits and pariahs. People in similar circumstances, they had just arrived earlier. The most conversational of the bunch was...a child. Well, she might not be that young given her way of speaking. Maybe her power related to aging or immortality. Still, it threw Zee in for a loop to see someone who looked that young in a place like this. The wide-eyed one also raised some questions because there was no way those eyes did not carry the weight of her powers. The others did not look as remarkable with their various shades of aloof confidence or machismo, but it couldn't hurt to offer a good first impression. Zee slowly went around the room and said a soft and disturbingly monotone [color=#AACCDD][i]"Hello."[/i][/color] to each of her 'seniors'. Maybe in a better state of mind, she'd realize how fucking terrifying it was for a pale blonde girl to almost float across just to say hello. This was not that state of mind.

Good first impression: failed.

No one could say Zee didn't give it a try, though. Whether anyone cared enough to look past the first impression and approach, that was not her problem. Her purpose here was to be safe, and no matter how it seemed that AEGIS was lording over her, these walls would keep her safe. People wanted her [i]executed[/i] out there. That wasn't something she could go back to. No chance in hell.

God, Zee needed a distraction. It was a snowstorm in her head, tumultuous thoughts swirling under black ice. One of her peers went to a bookshelf off to the side. Now there's an idea. She followed her lead and picked a random title from the shelf. In her gloved hands was a book on the thicker end, painted in a cover of red and white. [i]M. Butterfly.[/i] There would have been a smile on Zee's lips if she still could. This was a screenplay from her high school theater club days, thoroughly dissected and discussed despite never making it on stage. A small piece of home so far away.

[color=#AACCDD][i]"Hello,"[/i][/color] Zee once again muttered at the girl also sitting alone against the wall. A strange way of saying [color=#AACCDD]'thank you for bringing attention to the bookshelf'[/color]. She elected not to follow her lead and instead sat at a nearby table, close to a chess game in waiting. Or was it an argument? She wasn't paying attention.[/color]
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