Aria Strike
Aria sat cross legged on the hard slab they called a bed that jutted out from the wall, casually picking at her nails. She knew they'd be coming for her soon, and she refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing her scared. It was something about fire-proofing her scales. Which inevitably meant they'd set her on fire and she'd spend the next week trying to recover, which was regrettably painful and also unavoidable since these scientists aren't what they are cracked up to be. She sighed impatiently and stretched out her wings, needing to move around, do something, while she still could.
Her cell was in the center of it all, because all of her walls were made of thick glass that supposedly withstands anything. She hasn't broken it yet, so she guessed the people might actually know what they are doing. A useless attempt, but Aria suddenly wheeled around and focused all her energy into punching the glass. Not even a crack, and her hand stung with pain. She constantly felt like a zoo exhibit, even for the other mutants because everyone could see everything. There was no privacy for her at all. In fact just now she spotted someone staring blankly at her from inside their own cell. She gave a wry smile and a wink before turning away.
She could see two scientists walking down the hall, four guards in tow, clipboard and needle in hand. Sighing, she got up and walked to the glass door, prepared to meet her fate. However, the group stopped at a different cell, and a different mutant was carried out, knocked unconscious. She frowned in confusion but soon realized two guards stood in front of her door. A series of numbers was typed before she heard the metallic click and the door slid open. She watched in wonder as the two men stepped into the doorway of the cell, almost afraid to go any farther.
"Hey scales. You've been assigned to special training." he said unenthusiastically. Aria's mouth dropped open in shock but she quickly recovered.
"Now."