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He just also hadn’t thought he’d see another mutant out of bed.

Quietly, Nikolai padded up behind her, keeping his weight forward and his footsteps light. Reaching out, he set his hand on her shoulder.

I’d miss Camp B. This place is pretty damn dull.

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"Sometimes, I just wonder what I stumbled into. Like what my purpose is. And I know I’ve got control over my power, but there’s just something about all of this… that’s just a little fishy." Clarisse didn’t even know how her name had gotten on the map. "I suppose that’s true. I’m… I’ve never been good away from home. So I’m just hoping I don’t have a panic attack in the next few days." She didn’t laugh or smile, knowing it was true and she probably would have a panic attack. 

There had to be a garden around here somewhere. When their plane landed, she hadn’t gotten to see much of the island due to it being so dark. But the compound was cold, meaning they were probably in a tropical isand. So at least there was the option that they were near a lot of plants. Clarisse could only hope. “Yeah, but I get a feeling that we’re all not going to get along. I just don’t want to be involved in fights.” 

"It seems pretty weird, they've told us what they're apparently using us for but everyone here's so varried...?" Some had control, some were struggling but their powers were all so varried that really it didn't make sense. And wouldn't you want people who wanted to be here? Who would actually try their best, because she knows for sure that out of everyone that they've got crammed in here at least half were very inclined to somehow go home. "A few weeks and you'll get used to being away...hopefully."

The only places she'd seen thus far had been her room, the cold corridors and the main room where they all had met earlier. The training rooms would probably be her next stop, they've probably been built to withstand their powers, but she was curious. "They'll be some dickheads, more than likely, but maybe there'll be one or two alright people? You seem cool, after all."

If Oliver had had his own way, he would never have gotten involved with the Genesis project in the first place. As much as he hated the government, not for being the government but for being the one thing that he had been raised to infiltrate, it was the only safe place for him. His mother and her ragtag ex-KGB buddies had been so close to catching him because he hadn’t been paying attention to what he was doing. If he turned on his mutation all the time, he ended up exhausted and stretched thin, ready to burst and oh-so very close to having a breakdown. So he’d turned it off and ended up with a bullet in his leg and a mental picture to replace the last one he had of his mother.

The Genesis Project was the only safe place for Oliver. How would his mother find him if he was being protected by the people that she would least expect? She knew of his mutation, but she also knew that he wouldn’t have gone to the authorities for protection. Maybe when he’d been a teenager he could have gotten away with it, but not now. Now he was a fully grown adult, twenty-five and fully capable of taking responsibility for trying to tear down the American government. Even if Oliver had gotten off easily and made a bargain, his father wouldn’t have and he had been unwilling to leave him behind. He held too much love for him.

Oliver glanced at the girl leaning against the wall, giving her a grim, tight-lipped smile. “I wouldn’t put it past them to poison it, so I didn’t eat any,” he said. He had thought that when he’d had a slice of cake handed to him. He’d ended up picking at it, pretending to eat it and pushing it around on his plate while he’d made small talk.

“It’s the scientists,” he said gruffly, turning and pressing his back against the wall, letting his weight sag against it. It was a relief on his body not to be standing upright and supporting himself with his own spine. “They like poking. With sharp needles. It isn’t particularly pleasant.”

But now Leda's here. Surrounded by walls and towers of pure dread and filled with a misery she's not felt in the longest of times. She got her own room, sure, but it wasn't exactly the apartment she's dreamed of owning since her and Finn were still little enough to be playing super spies in The Home's garden until they had to be taken in when it got too late at night. This place was a prison, and looking around her at the concrete and cold colours, she can tell they didn't even try to disguise it.

"I was clinging onto the hope that they needed their little weapons too much to poison them." The small smile he gets in return could be called tight lipped too. "You didn't miss much, but mind you, I was always more of a fan of carrot cake..." She'd ate the slice given to her, but more out of pure hunger rather than the need nor want to be polite. "Needles? Fuck, they better not come near me with those." She's a fire weilding mutant with a kill count of two under her belt, but she's deathly afraid of needles, go figure. "Maybe we should get you to a seat, yeah? You look like you're about to pass out." The Pyro pushes up off the wall, pulling the heat from her hands as she readies them to help in case he agrees with her.