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    [color=black][font=georgia] ❥A N G E L A


    [font=georgia][color=black]Angela's bright gold eyes looked around her as they led her slowly forward. She didn't really think, much. She did know how used to this she was. The struggling. The constant struggling. She remembered the first day she had become a wolf. The stupid Scientist. They thought doubling up those weak humans would make them any stronger. She shifted into a wolf and hurt them all. Now, they had put her in a leash that if she even thought about shifting, she'd get shocked. If her wolf even thought about taking over, she'd be dying more and more inside.


    Today was her first day in this lounge they led her to. She wasn't nervous, but she did lightly tug on the arm that they held which was her arm, easily moving it away and then looking forward. She had to admit, compared to an uncomfortable cage she slept, ate, and spent most her life in, it was pretty nice. Sure, it wasn't outside, but it was something. A sectional couch and a flat screened TV, with a coffee table, they really put this place together. They moved her forward and hurried to set up the electric door. What the hell, ever. This place would do her good... for now.


    Turning to face it, she slowly walked over to the long couch and touch it then, eventually she seated herself on it and sat back, getting comfortable, closing her eyes. It did her good on her back, and then she heard something, something that caught attention opened her eyes.


    Am I alone The voice of a little girl, it wasn't her own. Not exactly little, but younger than seventeen. She opened her eyes to see a smaller girl with a sh*t load of hair being lead into the room. She had the face of a little girl and she looked almost seven. She had big bugsy blue eyes and thick light brown hair that holy, she didn't even know because it was in a fishtail braid. The little girl knew how to braid. Did the wolf-shifting ability give her smartness too?


    The little girl turned to face her, her big doe-eyes big with confusion, her round cheeks seemed lifeless with a lighter pink that seemed to be deeper when they were. Who the hell created such a beautiful child? Who lost such a beautiful child?


    As quickly as they did Angela, they pushed her more roughly forward, making her fall to her knees and hurried and set up a more complex door for her. What made them fear her so much. [b]"Hello..." she said to the young girl quietly. The girl moved hair out of her face and got up on wobbly knees. She had a petite figure, she was small that made her hair easily touch her waist. She cocked her head when the girl waved, but said nothing and Angela turned and looked around.


    This was such a cruel place.

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    [size=25pt]❥ Velentina[/size]


    Velentina dazes off, her eyes flicker from one burned out light to the next that floated just above her head. She then glanced at one scientist, to another. Her light foot steps barely echoed down the dark hall way, but there's, the monsters(scientists) heavy white plated boots clipped the concrete floor board. Half snarling from the vibration in her ears, lip curling back in disgust. Some say testing on humans was a bad thing, which indeed it was. But in Tina's statement, it was quite the remarkable feeling. Yet, she still didn't like what they were doing to her, or the others. Yes, there are others, of course. Hey, no one said life was easy, especially when you can't make the choices for yourself.


    Slipping into a lounge, still being tugged by the two men, she finally gets annoyed. Snatching her arm from their grip, rather harshly she still kept calm. No emotion showed in her pink eyes as they set her down in a seat. Not liking the room already, she wanted to be outside instead of stuck into this little room with 'them'. Hissing at the thought of what they were planning on doing, she sensed someone else was here with her. Which made her stand from the seat they had put her in, eyes casting over the white suited men as they brought in a little girl. Seeming as if she was seven or at least ten, made Tina want to cry. Why bring such a young girl into a horrid place like this, shaking her head in sadness.


    Finally, she turned towards the two, wondering if they were friends or foes to her. Assuming they weren't, she tilted her head, not out of spite but in curiosity that suddenly struck her by the two girls. One who looked to be in her teens, maybe around the same age as her. But Vel shrugged, shouldering the thought of her shoulders that weighed down like a ton of bricks. She found herself gazing at the little girl, soft illuminating eyes brightened to a more lighter shade of pink that scorched with a tint of honey color in the middle. Flowing, faded pink hair stung to her back, stopping at her waist line. Hands sprawling out to grip a equal amount of hair in each palm, then tossing her hair over her shoulders to rest on her chest now. Her gaze dropping some what.


    Deciding to speak up, she did so, making herself heard as her rich Scottish accent boomed through-out the pale colored white room that enclosed around them. " Hello." Rich voice would seem to melt anyone's heart, if she tried hard enough but right now she was tired; worn out from the changes of her body that have been going on for a couple years now. You would think she was used to it, but honestly not so much. The beast inside of her, that she sealed away most of the time wanted to be let out, wanted to be free; out in the wild where she belonged. Or the wild wolf that manipulated her mood-swings, belonged.
    As more thoughts came to mind, she pushed them aside, focusing on the two girl's, whom she had never seen in her life time, in fact caged up life time. Wanting to know who they are, for she didn't have anyone to talk to since she was seven here. They kept her locked away, from the dangerous outside world, but to her surprise the world wasn't as bad as the scientist told her it was. Assholes. She thought.


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    Justice let her hair down from the braid she had put in it earlier as she was lead down a dark hall with two men, more like villians to her. She looked towards the direction they were leading her and caught a glimps of the lounge. She was pretty p*ssed off right now.


    Her long white hair fell down to her waist, straighter than ever. A few faded pink highlighted remainded from the first time she dyed her hair.. about a month ago and had really faded by then. She didn't think they would be so faded but they had started faded since the 3rd week she had gotten them but her white hair still stood out even with the highlights.


    Her boots clicked against the floor and she smirked, maybe this lounge wuld be good for her temper.. maybe. Justice felty more like this was a prison than a reserch facility center for testing on people with these special abilities. Yeah. Abilities. They locked us in cages and fed us scraps.. just like domesticated, spolied, dogs.