Snippet #2098653

Brooklyn was in her room or cell, whatever they very much called the placed, either way when she wasn't being tested on it was where she spent her time alone. She let out a soft sigh and stared up at the ceiling, a hard concrete looking substance but it wasn't anything like it. The cell was made of an odd material that kept her from phasing out of it, she would have been out of this place a long time ago if it wasn't for that. Her eyes glanced down towards the floor, it was also made out of the same stuff that everything else was made of, except for the window on the door. It was too small of her to even try to get through, though, so she didn't ever make an attempt at trying it. A groan escaped from her lips as he body slightly moved up and down over the bed she was on, but she wasn't touching it. She was hovering over it, her arms under her head and her legs crossed. Brooklyn was relaxed, for the time being at least, till she heard the gun shot from a room down the corridor. Her body fell down onto the bed with a soft 'thud' and she sat up, looking towards the door. There was no doubt in her mind that one of the subjects here was just shot, most likely for some horrible test at that.