Julius Kizumi
Julius slowly opened his eyes as he woke up, looking around the room he was in. Somehow everything was clearer now, sharper, and even a little darker. His wears swivelled on his head as he heard the latch of the door turning, which felt somewhat odd, and also amplified the sound more than it already had been. The door opened and the doctor from before walked in, and flipped on the light, which blinded Julius for a few moments, but his eyes quickly adjusted. He blinked a few times and looked around, then started to pull on the straps again, "Let me go..."
"I can't do that Julius. But I can let you off the bed. If you promise to behave." Julius looked at the man, his eyes narrowing, and finally he nodded. The doctor came by and undid all the straps holding Julius down, and he sat up, releasing his tail that had been trapped under him. It curled around and settled in his lap, and Julius nearly jumped out of his skin, scrambling back across the table from the doctor. When it stayed with him, he reached down to grab it, but it moved out of his reach. He looked at it and followed it, seeing that it was going behind him and moved each time he tried to look at it, and then glared at the doctor again. "YOU GAVE ME A TAIL?!" he shouted, to which the doctor just smiled.
"That doesn't sound like a behaving kitty to me. We've given you more than just a tell Julius, but what all side effects beyond the physical manifest will have to wait to be seen." Julius merely glared at him and moved forward to sit off the edge of the bed, glancing at his tail every now and then. The doctor ran some simple tests, checking his ears, which made him somewhat uncomfortable (The thing he stuck in his ear seemed to be a bit too high) and his reflexes, and eventually giving him a stress test using a treadmill in one corner of the room. Finally the guards came back in and the doctor said, "Escort him to his room, let him sleep. I'm sure he's tired." Julius decided not to argue this time and slowly walked towards one of the guards. When he was about a foot away, he lunged forward, stomping his foot and baring his teeth, but stopped before he reached the guard. All of the men in the room pulled out their batons and backed away, just as Julius' hand shot out to the nearby table and palmed a few items; some tape, a couple paper clips and cue tips, and one of those tongue depressors that really just looked like popsicle sticks, not that he knew what those were.
They led him down a hallway and to a door with a sign that read 039, and opened it, waiting for him to go through. He snarled at them softly and went through, his had pressing against the inside of the door as he went, placing a piece of tape over the latch, and then he went and laid on the bed, staring at them. "When we come back, you had best be dressed," one of the guards said, jerking his head towards a wardrobe in the room, and then shut the door, locking it. Julius smiled as he noticed the lack of a click from the latch as it closed, and lay still for a few moments, then got up and walked over to the wardrobe. He tossed his gown to the side and reached in, pulling out a bag with some clothes in it. "Couldn't even hang them up..." he muttered as he opened the bag. On top were a pair of shoes and socks, but he tossed those to the side and went for the tight black jeans and tank top that were under them, putting those on and slowly walking to the door, pressing his ear against it. He jumped back when he felt where his ear was, and frowned, finally deciding to look into a mirror. When he saw the cat ears on top of his head and the longer, thick black, almost fur of hair on top of his head, he didn't even freak out. Not this time. This time he was just curious. He reached up to feel the hair, then his ears, flinching as they moved away from his hand, and narrowed his eyes a little. "Odd..." he muttered and shrugged, then walked over to the door and slowly pushed it open, looking both ways before stepping out side, closing it, and running as silently as he can down one hallway, looking at all the doors with numbers on them, until he found one that said "Media Room." He tilted his head to the side and reached forward, slowly opening the door and looking inside curiously. When he saw all the other animal-people inside he froze, just staring at them each in turn, blinking a bit before saying, "The hell is this?"