hey fellas im starting a new roleplay ((one on one, closed but open to stalkers))

She stood and took the guns, strapping them to her waist–just in case. "Yup, right behind you."
She stepped into the room. It was a large and fancy office, filled with a huge desk, multiple filing cabinets, and a computer sitting on the desk as well as stacks of papers. It was empty, and no cameras were installed in it–Tess knew this was to keep whatever illegal things they did under wraps.
"Well, do your thing," she said to Nik as she threw herself in the chair at the desk and started snooping on the computer.

"Take the file." She poked out her tongue as she cracked the passcode, then searched through recent files. She, too found the jackpot. Photo and video evidence of their experiments, as well as lab reports and records of the illegal drugs–and lab-developed drugs that have yet to be revealed to the public–used on the "patients." She scowled at the computer as she dug out a chip and inserted it into the computer.
"This'll need a few minutes to download," she muttered, then proceeded to pace the room.

"They're not just kids–they're people like me." Tess said emotionlessly, her face blank as she continued pacing. "You know how the government is–or the entire world, for that matter–when it comes to things they don't understand. They experiment, poke, prod, slice, drug, and God knows what else to understand the impossible. To harness it for themselves and use it as a weapon."

"Shoot." She walked over to the computer to check the progress. 90%

She snorted. "They strapped me down and gutted me like an animal, digging around inside of me to see what made me tick. No anesthesia, no nothing. Just chains and straps to keep me 'contained.' My foster families weren't any better. They locked me in closets and basements. I remember going weeks without seeing the sun. It's why I turned to the streets, and then drugs and alcohol. And it's why I do what I do."

"I'm long past pity," she muttered, choosing to ignore his other comments. The computer dinged, indicating the completed download. She quickly pulled out the chip and stashed it. "Let's go. Same way we used to get here."

"Freeze!" Multiple men with guns swarmed the hallway, all aiming at them.
Tessa swore in Italian and pushed Nik in front of her. "Go! I'll cover you!"

The men trained all of their weapons on Tessa. "Theresa Hunt. You are under arrest for–"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know the drill." She held up her hands and faced them–with tiny balls between her fingers, so small they couldn't see them. "No need to repeat yourself, Sergeant."

"Alright then, Miss Hunt. Then you know that my men are authorized to shoot should you prove to be unwilling to play nice."
"I do." She said simply, then threw the balls towards them and amplified their blast radius as they exploded. The flames didn't affect her, and she took that moment to take off towards Nik. "Go go go go!"

She nearly collided into him, and she caught herself before she did. "…Yeah…" she panted, pulling the scarf back down to her neck so she could get more of that sweet, sweet oxygen. "That download took longer than I thought. I miscalculated." She sounded upset.

"I'm already rich, but this shit does need to be exposed." She came up behind Nik so that she was peering over his shoulder to read the file. "I got a stash of the good booze in my hideout if you're interested."

She grinned as she strode in. On the outside, it was an abandoned rundown building with no windows. The bricks were cracked, and vines and dirt attempted to claim the building as theirs.
On the inside?
It was decked out in expensive, fluffy comfort. Wrap-around sofa with loads of blankets and pillows, a computer station with bulletin boards littered with files and newspaper clippings, and a fully stocked kitchen on the far side of the first floor. A spiral staircase led up to the second floor, which was opened up so that you could see the first floor. A decorative railing kept you from falling to your death, and a bedroom and bathroom made up that floor. A gym, as well as a dance/music studio, was downstairs.
"Welcome to my humble abode."

Tessa waved a lazy hand. "Make yourself at home. Booze is at the bar." She pointed to a section in the kitchen that looked as if a bar had been raided and then shipped over to her place. "I'm going upstairs to change into something comfier." She hopped up the stairs two at a time and headed to one of the two doors on the second floor.

Tessa came back down in no time, her long and wavy hair spilling over her shoulders without any hair tie to hold it back. She wore a loose knitted sweater that just brushed her navel and leggings, and her feet were bare.
She smiled at Nik as she headed over to the bar and grabbed a random bottle, then came over to the couch and sat down next to him with one leg tucked beneath her. "So what do we have here?" She asked, leaning over to read the top file.

Tess held up the bottle. "Prepare for a drunken mess tonight."
She flipped to the next page. "Milo Green. Spontaneous growth of plant life when emotions are running high. No soil seems to be needed. Plants vary in size and seem to have a mind of their own. Blood samples taken, nothing out of the ordinary. Brain scans show nothing abnormal…. Died on operating table. Fucking hell, the kid was only 11."