perenawska:

Irina had to concentrate on the image that Lyta had sent to her, but after a few moments she had been able to open a portal to a spot just inside the main building. Her knives had been out and ready when she stepped through. They went flying through the air heading toward the two guards that had been standing near the door. The knives hit them in the chest and they fell to the ground. Stepping through portals and into trouble was quite common for her.

"Let's go," she called back to the others.

temperence:

Alisa hated Canada... what's worse, she hated that it took her twenty four hours to just get a flight to this place! (Why did so many people even wish to come here at this time of year, anyway!?) She held her suitcase tightly as her eyes peered about the airport, looking for the staff member who was going to take her to the facility. It did not take her long to find the person. They were dressed in a suit and tie, looking quite formal... and a little out of place. She could not help but roll her eyes as she dragged her luggage over to the man.

"Excuse me... are you..."


"Yes, I am Dr. Bradley of the Mencer Institute. You mus be Ms. LeBeau." Dr. Bradley had a smile from ear to ear, which made Alisa a little nervous. She was about to open her mouth to say something, as he took her suitcase from her, and began to walk with her outside of the airport. "We at the Mencer Institute are so pleased you are looking to get better. this must be a really big step for you."

"You 'ave no idea." Alisa frowned, folding her arms over her chest as they finally walked outside. Even though it was Summer time, this area of Canada was still cold!

"Well, we aim to help young mutants like yourself. Society has thrown most mutants away, leading in so many problems. We merely wish to help mutants understand you do have a place in society." Dr. Bradley continued to smile, he looked over as a van with the Institute's name and logo pulled up. It appeared legitimate, so Alisa raised no protest as her luggage was put into the van, and she was offered a seat in the back.

"Sounds nice ah guess." Inside, Alisa wanted to turn around and go back. She already missed the Champions and Nick. Well, she just missed Nick, a lot. As well as her job, playing in the park with Argo, eating Corey's great food. But Irina was right, she had issues, and if she didn't get them worked out, it would be bad for all of them. Especially if she had such anger towards Lyta... who really had not done anything to her! She put her seatbelt on as the Van's side door closed, and Dr. Bradley took a seat in the passenger seat with the driver.

"Don't worry none, we'll take good care of you. And once you've completed our program, you'll be a whole new woman." Dr. Bradley smiled back at Alisa, then smirked as he pushed a button, locking all of the doors of the van, and putting up a shield that blocked Alisa from the front of the vechile. He then pressed another button, sending out some gas into the section of the Van Alisa was stuck in.

This was so not happening to her. She hated knock out gas, especially after Arcade used it against her in Murder World. Then again, who DID like knock out gas. Alisa fought to try and get her seatbelt off, but her powers went off, signally that it was locked together with a mobile device once closed in place. Damnit, she should have known that before even putting it on! She coughed and hacked, trying to find some way of getting out, only to fall into a deep slumber from the gas.

"Yes, when we're done with you, Ms. LeBeau, you will be a completely different woman. A perfect weapon for our program."

nextgen_citizen:

Four, as the girl was known as, looked at the boy standing next to her. Her stomach was twisted up in hunger and she needed to eat. Soon. It had been a few days since the last time they managed to find some food. Dumpsters outside of restaurants were great places to find something resembling edible, but they were usually chased away before they could really find anything worth eating.

The boy shrugged.

"We have to eat," Four said.

"I know," Ten, as he was called, answered. "There's a building there that looks like a club. Maybe there's something in the dumpster out back in the alley." She was right. They had to eat soon. It had been a week since they escaped from the building that had been their home for the past few months. They had no memories of anything before that.

There had been an /incident/ and the two had managed to escape. Ten had always been curious about the outside world. They had made their way to New Orleans and lived in the streets.

Four and Ten made their way to the dumpster behind the club and started rooting around in it.