Dray
Dray spent most of his nights on the floor by the window. On the night they arrived he had fallen asleep hanging half off the bed and was awake within a few hours sprawled out on the hardwood. The bed was soft but too squishy after his countless nights on a cot or concrete; surprisingly the wood floors were softer compared to that. Instead of trying to use the bed he gathered blankets and laid where he could see the sky as he fell asleep. He was particularly fond of the little lights that he could see once the sun disappeared and the sky darkened.
Though on occasion he would toss and thrash from nightmares and end up tangled in the blankets, he still remained silent through them as he always had before. In the morning he would spend a few moments wandering the hallway confusedly until he remembered where he was and that he was not confined. A nod to whoever happened to be in the kitchen was his ‘good morning’ and he spent the rest of the time within proximity of Hawke or Aileen. The healer woman showed him and Olek the security measures of the place they were living in and he made a point to try and remember them as well, just in case. He wasn’t going to be helpless for when it was time to put all the security practices into play.
After his usual routine of detangling himself from his blankets and peeking into the hallway suspiciously he made his way to the kitchen and picked up a piece of fruit from the counter. He found out quickly that they were much better than the kind they were always given in the Lab, the fruit here was crisp and sweet, not bruised, bitter, or moldy. He bit into what he took for his breakfast and went to the room with the couches, living room Aileen had told him it was called. Instead of the normal bars of sun coming into the room there was another addition sitting on the couch quietly.
Aramay had been bed ridden nearly from the moment they arrived and he hadn’t planned on seeing her out of that bed until she stopped breathing. He figured she was a lot stronger than she looked if she was up and moving around now. He walked over and sat on the couch near her, pulling his feet up so he could rest his arm on his knee and sit back against the cushions. Everything is so plush around here… He always felt like he was going to fall through the furniture from how soft it always was.
Dray spent most of his nights on the floor by the window. On the night they arrived he had fallen asleep hanging half off the bed and was awake within a few hours sprawled out on the hardwood. The bed was soft but too squishy after his countless nights on a cot or concrete; surprisingly the wood floors were softer compared to that. Instead of trying to use the bed he gathered blankets and laid where he could see the sky as he fell asleep. He was particularly fond of the little lights that he could see once the sun disappeared and the sky darkened.
Though on occasion he would toss and thrash from nightmares and end up tangled in the blankets, he still remained silent through them as he always had before. In the morning he would spend a few moments wandering the hallway confusedly until he remembered where he was and that he was not confined. A nod to whoever happened to be in the kitchen was his ‘good morning’ and he spent the rest of the time within proximity of Hawke or Aileen. The healer woman showed him and Olek the security measures of the place they were living in and he made a point to try and remember them as well, just in case. He wasn’t going to be helpless for when it was time to put all the security practices into play.
After his usual routine of detangling himself from his blankets and peeking into the hallway suspiciously he made his way to the kitchen and picked up a piece of fruit from the counter. He found out quickly that they were much better than the kind they were always given in the Lab, the fruit here was crisp and sweet, not bruised, bitter, or moldy. He bit into what he took for his breakfast and went to the room with the couches, living room Aileen had told him it was called. Instead of the normal bars of sun coming into the room there was another addition sitting on the couch quietly.
Aramay had been bed ridden nearly from the moment they arrived and he hadn’t planned on seeing her out of that bed until she stopped breathing. He figured she was a lot stronger than she looked if she was up and moving around now. He walked over and sat on the couch near her, pulling his feet up so he could rest his arm on his knee and sit back against the cushions. Everything is so plush around here… He always felt like he was going to fall through the furniture from how soft it always was.
Dax
He looked up when he saw who is charge would be was heading towards him and the vehicle. Autumn was her name, he partially didn’t understand why the scientists insisted on giving the subjects names, or letting them keep their old ones. If they wanted to see them as animals then naming them defeats the purpose. However, their personalities were clearly more complex than animals, not to mention that most of them could still speak and interact with people.
He sighed and shook his head at the girl. ”No Autumn, I will not let you drive this time. Too much is at stake for me to take a chance on getting caught by actual authorities. Would be best for everyone if we both did our jobs okay?” He carefully detached the girl and opened on of the doors for her to get inside, noting that she had gotten her favorite toy back and no doubt had spiders stashed somewhere on her person.
He got into the driver’s seat and got the vehicle going. ”I see they let you have your toys back though. I’m sure they’ll let you do as you please with them once manage to capture the escapees. That sound alright with you?” He knew it was always best to keep Autumn in a good mood just in case she decided not to follow orders and go overboard with her actions. He didn’t always worry that she would go after him, he had made sure he was always on her good side, as close to a friend as he would allow himself to be to make sure he was reasonably safe around her.