The Lab/8/10 spots filled

Crystal, having finished dressing Cas's wounds, left, and headed to Diara's cell. "You are in a testing institute." She said simply as she walked in. "I am Crystal…any broken bones or wounds?" A motherly aura hit you, able to relax anyone. Her ears pricked and flicked as her eye studied you. She had to work hard to be a doctor, but the awards though small and few, were priceless. She actually agreed with the institute and the genetic mutations, or so she thought she did. Whenever she began to disagree, she'd black out.

The teen did not want the girl anywhere near him, but he wasn't about to fight her without free hand movement and a non-functioning leg. There was a gash beneath his left knee, and although not very deep, it had broken open again during his struggles and had yet to quit bleeding. Caspian grimaced and forced back a cry of pain as her fingers pressed on a more tender part of his leg—the whole thing, really—in the process of rolling up his badly torn jeans. As she quietly bandaged his wound, he let his mind wander to how he'd managed to get hurt in the first place. It was stupid, really—he should've known better to steal from a place when he hadn't learned the security patterns, but he was too hungry to listen to reason. His sister was too hungry. So he'd gone ahead with his plans, and paid the price dearly when he was caught. His whole body was aching, but his leg received most of the abuse, as the thugs had reasoned "He won't come back if he can barely walk." Cas was lucky it wasn't broken. It was unfortunate, but the law didn't seem to apply to thugs who had no mercy for starving children. Still, at least they had let him walk away with his glasses, and they hadn't been the ones to jump him on the way back to his sister. When the girl—Crystal—was done, he quietly thanked her and strained his uninjured leg until he was again standing, or rather leaning, with his back still pressed against the wall. His body language made it clear he wanted remain as far away as possible from her.

"Could you free my hands? I'm selectively mute and I'm going to have an anxiety attack if I have to speak more," Diara called out. You really think she'll take pity on you? She's some kind of creepy doctor who wants to experiment, He thought. Plus, no one will probably even understand sign.

She noticed this and nodded, making a mental note, and continued helping the injured as she saw fit. Always kind, always warm. "And your welcome dear. If you ever need anything, just call my name." This in of itself was an irony, for many would cry her name during testing but in those moments it would fall on deaf ears. She did not enjoy this but what could she do?

(Shist I missed a lot)

(Everyone is just entering right now, most people are being stuffed in cells. join us!)

Cassie woke up with the worst headache of her life. "Am I giving birth to Athena?" She muttered. She went to rub her head, but her wrists seemed to be restrained. "Well. That's not a good situation to be in," she told herself. Looking around, she saw several more people in the cells around her, seemingly agitated. "Excuse me, sorry, would any of you happen to know where I am?" she asked the general group.
(Oof I hope this works)

Crystal, who was busy healing the others, answered in her kind ways. "You are in a experimental testing institute." Her fox ears flicked as she closed the cell she was in, and headed over. "I am a doctor and experiment, and scientist. Any broken bones?" Her sweetness was almost sickly now, just a little. She would have to return to her cell soon.

Cassie blinked. "Pretty sure my wrist is broken, or sprained. Nothing I can't handle," she said airily. "It's of my own doing, anyhow."

She nodded and walked in, set down her medic kit, and quickly did her best working around the restraints to fix it. She was quick and rough now, not light and delicate, delighting in the pain just a bit. "Sorry." She whispered, and then snaked back to her cell after putting her things away, watching everyone as she lay on the padded bench and looked around, eyeing everyone, trying to see what she could help turn them into.

Cassie hissed. "I told you I could handle it," she snapped, tapping her foot on one of the bars.

(How dark is it in the cells? Is it like a bright white laboratory or dingy dark cells?)

Crystal said in sickly tones. "Darling, it is my job. If I don't do it, my awards and specialties get taken away so I SUGGEST you be happy that I am a kind and well-trained healthcare professional and not some idiotic fool who would stick a needle in you and put you too sleep, or bashed your head in." (Hmm. Sort of dark but not pitch. I think dingy but like as one works their way up with privileges they can get like a side table and lamp and such)

Cassie glared. "Please, don't tell me what to be grateful for. I'll be grateful or ungrateful just as much as I please. And when I say that I don't need help, I do not need help, and I don't appreciate it being offered."

Crystal raised an eyebrow, and eyed her as her fox eye studied her. She glared, shook her head, and grabbed a book off a shelf. "Feisty." She pulled out a notebook, made a quick sketch, and began to write down what she knows as of each new individual.

Cassie scoffed. "No one was talking to you, angel," she muttered.

Scott looks around with his gray ears back and sees other people. He mutters something under his breath, he says something about his back hurting and soon he looks like he's flat out unconscious.

"It was generally implied in your statement when you said 'leave me alone' that you thought someone wasn't leaving you alone. This was not the case. Don't call me a child, please," Cassie responded with a sarcastic smile.

Crystal sighed and got up. "All of you PLEASE calm yourselves! Take rest and sleep. It will do you more good then bad to do so by choice before it's forced upon you." She said, as the vines that had wrapped around the bars slithered away. She knew she was hated here, more used to people liking her. It hurt a bit, but there was nothing she could do. "Before the guards get here, you all should rest and keep quiet."

Crystal returned to her sketching and writing, even humming a bit.

"That implies I'm not calm," Cassie laughed quietly. Though there would be plenty of reason for me not to be.

Scott regains conciseness and looks around with his back still hurting. He sees a doctor and a handful of other people. He just thinks "Well, this isn't good. I'm in a room cell. I'm just trying to be a normal pers…" He stops his thought abruptly, wincing at the pain in his back. He tries to lie to himself. After a few moments, he realizes lies don't change the present.

Diara watched the others interact. It's not like I can do much else than keep quiet, He thought in response to Crystal's suggestion. She didn't seem terrible. At least she freed his hands and seemed to want to help… but she was with the people who put them in there, so she couldn't be trusted.

Scott looks up at his hands and sees that they are cuffed and stuck to a bar. He knows struggling won't do anything except waste energy, so he does nothing. Just falls back asleep.

Despite not being able to rely on his sight, Caspian was still able to piece together a few things. The first—the cells around him were being filled up. Rather quickly, it seemed. The second—Crystal gave him a weird vibe. She'd helped him, yeah, but there was something about her tone and actions that put him severely on edge. He definitely wasn't willing to trust anyone at this point, so with great reluctance, he hobbled to the flimsy, dingy mattress and sat. He wasn't sure he could ever sleep again.

Scott woke to a noise somewhere around him. He growled quietly, looking around him. He still couldn't figure out where he was. 'I need to stay quiet so they won't think I'm dangerous.' He thought.