Project Starfall (All Spots are Taken)

[~ moth ~]

Tyler held onto Stella as the woman came in. He didn't know his number. Was that bad. Stella just eyed what they were doing. "What was that about?" She grunted at pierce intrigued. She pulled her hand from Tyler's. "Hold your own hand ya wuss." She growled at her brother. Tyler folded his hands and looked down embarrassed. He looked back up and gave a tiny smile to pierce hoping she would smile back nicely. Stella just watched Reis. He seemed to have no feelings, she decided he must be a sociopath.

[Pyrrhuloxia.]

Pierce Faye||Female||19||Snowy Owl||Tags; Group
"Tracking collars," Pierce answered the girl's question. "So that if any of us ever do escape, it won't be difficult for them to find us again." Slightly pulling up the sleeve of her hoodie, she flipped her wrist around to show the number tattooed there. 3586. "Every experiment before my number is deceased," she spoke in a neutral tone, but a mix of emotions could be read in her eyes. "You all have one too, which matches the number on a collar. Each has been perfectly fitted for every one of you." Pulling her sleeve back down, she ran a hand across her own collar. She caught Tyler's smile out of the corner of her eye, but ignored it.

[nyctomancy]

reis stine // male // twenty-one // electric eel // tags; group

pushing himself up from the couch, reis made his way over to the table. he had already flipped his wrist over, checking beneath his sleeve for his destination. standing besides pierce, the brunette eyed the machinery set before him with a calm gaze. "do you know what these collars function on?" he asked the silver-haired girl, his tone light-hearted and calm. picking one up, he held the collar close to him, inspecting it briefly before setting the device back down on the table.

[~ moth ~]

Stella nodded and pulled up her sleeve seeing a number too. 3587. She put her sleeve down looking back up. She looked at Tyler's wrist and saw the number 3588. She grunted and sat back. "Is there anything to do here, like draw, or play an instrument, maybe even just read?" He looked at Pierce taking his smile away when she didn't smile back. Stella stood up and walked over to the collars looking at them.

[Pyrrhuloxia.]

Pierce Faye||Female||19||Snowy Owl||Tags; Group
Pierce studied the quiet male from where she stood, still unsure what to think of him. Though a person couldn't tell by looking at her, the girl was in a constant state of paranoia. It was safer that way. At his question she shrugged. "No natural kind of energy as far as I can tell. In all the time I've worn mine it has never needed to be charged or have any batteries changed. It's most likely some kind of foreign energy they've created here at the Institute." Long ago she'd wondered the same thing and would've loved to dissect one of the collars if it had been possible. Then switching her attention to Tyler she answered his question. "The workers here bring in random stuff every so often, so you'll find something if you look around. They don't want bored criminals on their hands," she smirked.

[food ☕️]

C h a d
fifteen • doberman pinscher • male • tagged; open
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He woke up and scratched the side of his face. OUCH! What the... hell!? He looked down at his hands and saw a small set of claws. They didn't look very useful. No, they looked completely useless. Short, blunt, and they would make it hard to grab a hold of things. They were dark and black. He wanted to panic, but it appeared there were other people here too... And that might not be the smartest move he'd ever made. No unnecessary attention, please. Honestly, he was flabbergasted by this whole thing. He flexed his hand and watched as the claws slowly curled into his palm. Interesting. He heard a gangling and footsteps, and as if instinctual, something on his head swiveled. He narrowed his eyes. Of course, claws weren't going to be his only oddity. He slowly raised his hands to his head and felt long, velvety ears. Dang, these things must give me another foot. And then, to his horror as he stood to look at his jailor approaching, a long tail followed him. Okay, I have to admit this is cool, but why on earth am I half... Jackal? A jackal was the only assumption he could make as to what he was. It was the only thing he could think as logical by only using the sense of feel. The jailor opened his cell and pulled out handcuffs. Chad's eyes widened. "Erg, are those necessary?" He slowly stood up and took a few steps back, however tripping on his tail and bashing his head against the wall. He cursed, and the guard seized him. He was brought to a room full of other creatures. His golden eyes widened in disbelief. I'm not the only one!

G r è v e
seventeen • king cobra • female • tagged; open
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Grève woke up with a shrill shriek. Her large yellow eyes flashing across a plain white room. A man burst through the door wielded with handcuffs. Grève stared at him. She felt something spiking in her mouth when she spoke, but didn't take much heed to it. "Touch me and you lose that whole hand of yours." The man rolled his eyes and stepped closer to her. "Alright, have it your way." She reached out and grabbed ahold of his wrist. She quickly swung it around his head and held him in a headlock. Unfortunately, another guard pinned her down and locked the silver bracelets around her wrists. She didn't realize it, but she was very lucky to not have done anything too bad. Probably should investigate before she did anything too stupid. She snorted as the dragged her to what appeared to be a gathering place. She looked around and saw freaks everywhere. Ha, at least I'm normal. Far from. Long fangs jutted from the corners of her mouth and a forked tongue flickered in her mouth. Harsh yellow eyes looked out with such malevolence. Of course, her animal traits weren't the most noticeable until she got a good look at herself. She could feel it was hard to wrap her tongue around words, but it wasn't like she would say much. The guard unlocked her arms and as she walked forward he stuck out his leg. She fell flat on her face. Those fangs in her mouth pierced her cheek and she spat blood on the floor. She glared at the guard and threw her head back in a fit of hysteria.

[~ moth ~]

Tyler looked at Grève. "Are you ok?" He held out a hand. Stella just snorted and looked around trying to find anything to mess with. She found a guitar against the wall. She smiled and grabbed it. She leaned against the wall in the corner and started to play. She then started to sing quietly to a song she a Tyler had written.

[limerence!]

Alex- Tags: Chad?

Alex growled one last time, and had the urge to slap the guard as he put a collar on her. "What am I a dog?!0 she snapped, having to hold herself back from kicking someone. When they were done, she yanked away, glaring intensely at the guard. She stormed over to the couch, and almost tripped over someone. {Chad?} She spun around then hissed, lashing her leg out and striking the person in the side. She then saw it was another creature, and helped him up quickly. "I'm so sorry!" She said meaning it. "I thought you were a guard"

[nyctomancy]

reis stine // male // twenty-one // electric eel // tags; group

"i see," reis replied, smiling to himself. a foreign energy, eh? how crafty. he thought to himself. at the sound of the door opening once more, the brunette's silvery eyes noted as two more experiments were pushed through the door. but, back to the white-haired female. "i know my question may seem simpleminded, but what else do the collars do? other than tracking, and ..presumably punishment?"

[Pyrrhuloxia.]

Pierce Faye||Female||19||Snowy Owl||Tags; Group
"Besides tracking, there's not much else to them that I know of," Pierce admitted, all the while examining the hybrids that were just being pushed through the door. "Other than the punishment part. Do something wrong, and they burn you." Using a slender finger, the girl shifted her own collar to show the scar tissue beneath it. "Little tip, killing is frowned upon," her yellow eyes glittered coldly.