A vision of white walls blurred in and out of focus. A loud and pitiful groan was heard, oh wait, it was her.

Lenora, or rather Nore, squinted her eyes and threw an arm over her head to block out the light and, hopefully, get a better look at her surroundings. She cautiously sat up, feeling like she was run over by a semi... or had a really bad hangover.

But, neither of them make sense, Lenora thought to herself as soon as her usually sharp mind got back on track, I was at home doing homework. Not drinking or on the road or anywhere near anywhere! She was fustrated, things just didn't add up, first the metal detector things on every streetcorner and establishment. She was stopped a coulpe of times actually, now that she thought of it; at college, at the cafe down the street, at the grocery store, hn. Odd, quite odd indeed...

Lenora decided that at this point it didn't matter anymore and put her energy into sitting up, now that she was better accustomed to lights in the stark white room. She pushed herself up into a sitting position, which was more like kneeling as she was resting on her heels, the tops of her feet flat on the floor. Lenora took a quick sweep of the room and it's contents and was shocked.

The place was moderately large, roughly 19x15 foot, and completely white. The kind in hospitals, sterile white, bleached bone white, death white. Lenora shivered at the direction her thoughts were taking her, hospitals scared her. Not much managed to do that, but hospitals always gave her that odd 'duck walked over my grave' feeling, the heebie-jeebies.

But the most shocking thing, was that there were others in there with her. They looked dead but for the slight intake of breath ever now and then. Most likely unconsious, like she had been, and none looked like they were going to wake anytime soon. And so, Lenora decided to entertain herself. She shifted to a more comfortable position, now sitting Indian style, and started braiding her hair.

I've always wanted to have the time to just sit and figure out how to do that damn herringbone braid in m own hair, and I'll bloody well get this right now! Normally, Lenora wasn't so energetic but this was different. Now, she was bored, and things tended o go sour when she was completely bored with absolutely nothing to do...

Louie grimiced at the ache she gradually became aware of. Her middle throbbed and panged something like a bitch. Like all her ribs were broken and poking about inside her... this must be what it feels like for the victims of that horror film 'Alien' she thought grimly avoiding the idea of too much movement.

Instead she focused on thinking which turned out to be just as painful. What had she done. She felt exhausted and stretched...actually she felt a lot like a dead body just lying where ever she was lying. Her livingroom floor she presumed man the landlord was in for a shock when he saw her laying on the floor. She would chuckle if the prospect didnt hurt so much.
Forcing her eyelids open, the feeling alot like her eyeballs might just pop out and roll across the floor if she wasnt too careful, her pupil focused on the surroundings.
White. Ah. Too white! And artifical light...Ahhh it burns! she squinted and blinked a few times before managing to raise her head setting aside the pain now that it was clear she was not in her rented apartment. Gazing about wildly she dragged her body into an upright position not wanting to weight for it to adjust. Her thigh trembled and threatened to give way. Glancing down at it she a saw a circular mark which was in its second stage of bruising.
Bruising.. she mused feeling rather dizzy.
Movie...apartment...photo...flash...hands...men...werebear...photo...flash...beeper...tranquiliser...
It all rushed back to her at once her head darted up as she stood her legs shivering in complaint to being used, her muscles struggling to adapt after being numbed and drugged.
She'd been attacked. Thats right. She remembered they shot her in the thigh with a dart and carried her out. The scent of rain-cold metal-the night-streetlights.
Thats when she saw other bodies sprawled on the pearly white floors. They contrasted nastily against the white, it made them all appear dirty and there- was that someone else awake.
She cleared her throat.

"You" she called over huskily. "Where am i?"

Lenora had finished brading her hair and was tired, but not enough to sleep with strangers who could wake up any minute and no way out. And so, she had taken to meditation, not something that she normally did because she had no time and it wasn't nearly quiet enough in her apartment.

"Where am I?" a voice asked, rough with sleep. She lazily opened one eye, having sensed that one of the others had woken.

"I do not know. I had been hoping that one of you," She motioned with her eyes, both open at this point- though ony just, "would be able to tell me of our situation." She paused a second, a small smirk creeping onto her face, "We are in a glaringly white room. That, is the extent of my knowledge."

Lenora closed her eyes again and quickly found her meditative plane in her mind, peacefully enjoying the small reprive from normal life that this brought. Then again, we were probably brought here to billed, or experimented on. Painfully.

Her outward expression stayed calm, with the barest hint of a smirk even though her thoughts were becoming darker and darker.

Why are kittens so damn hard to catch? You'd think a single 5 pound ball of fluff would be less trouble but stick it in a forest and the suckers could move. While it darted swiftly through the underbrush, Rods passage in contrast seemed more like a bulldozer through a cub scout jamboree. Suddenly Rod dropped to all fours and put on an even greater burst of speed, he no longer broke off branches while running but instead simply barreled through entire trees.
Now this aint right, no time tah worry about it now though.
Rod came into a large clearing and could clearly see the little bugger, bounding forward gleefully Rob stretched out a hand to grasp the kitten.
Now just a few more inche-.....WHAT THE?!?!!?
Instead of a hand a large pawlike digit had been extended, Rob possesed the same number of digits but his palms were now ringed by long thick brown fur and padded with old cracked black callus and tipped with two inch stubby claws.
In his surprise he accidental batted the kitten who with a pitiful wail rolled over six times before halting to a stop ten feet away.
Oh no.....
Bounding over to the kitten he discovered a crushed and bloodied lump that only moments ago had been a bright lively young animal.
Opening his mouth to scream it instead came out as a deep animalistic roar, the roar of a bear.
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The dream roar fused with an actual scream as Rod woke from his memories and screamed until it eventually became a sob.
Opening his eyes he was blinded by a fierce white light and once again roared in pain. Quickly curling his not inconsiderable mass into the fetal position, he rammed his eyes shut praying this was just another dream.

A loud, and agonized roar reverberated in Hunter's ears, starting his partially sleeping figure in consciousness. A very much unwanted consciousness. With it came headache inducing white light, a sore and achy body as if he'd been hit by a bus..or two; or perhaps he'd been in a fight with train, and clearly he'd lost.

"Whaaat. The. Fuuuccckkkk." He audibly, and blatantly groaned, a deep and rough sound that was even more raspy from sleep and a dry throat. He ducked his head down and away, hiding his face in the corner as if the spot where two white walls met was somehow less painful to look at then the rest of the sickly white room. As his eyes and head adjusted to being awake, Hunter slowly forced his limbs into some sort of an upright position. He rolled over, reluctantly so, inwardly cursing the amount of effort it shouldn't have, but did take to do so. Ultimately, he ended up with his back propped up against the corner of the room, one arm and hang hanging limply by his side, the other was up and running up his face and through his hair as he vaguely tousled his dark locks. Legs were lamely stretched out, one bent at the knee sideways at some odd angle. His amber colored orbs scanned the room, narrowing. His eyebrows quirked and furrowed in a thoughtful kind of annoyance at the two other awake individuals who were speaking, and the third a few more feet to his left who seemed to be curled up and fighting to go back to sleep.

Hunter's shoulders slouched to meet his attitude at the moment. A mix of exhaustion, boredom, laziness, and drug induced grogginess. At the very least, this was the most he had probably consecutively slept in a while. His head lulled back until it thudded against the wall where he slightly grimaced as his head throbbed a few times in annoyance to his action. Having had drank his fair share of alcohol last night probably didn't help....that's right. He'd been out drinking, gotten home, and....those - "Son's of bitches.." He announced his thought aloud a tad loudly, without much concern or courtesy to the others in the room.

He was not in the mood for this. Habitually clicking his tongue ring against the back of his teeth, Hunter shut his eyes for a moment, inhaled, and resisted the urge to let out another groan to show his distaste for the situation before exhaling and opening his amber orbs back up.

Positioning his tongue between his teeth, Hunter let out a sharp whistle. "Yeah. Hey....Tha' fucks going on?" He asked with the cocky, expectant raise of an eyebrow, as if he deserved, no demanded to know.

Another one had woken up. Such a loud-mouth too, Lenora's eye twitched a bit. She had only just started meditating again when this one interupted her, Bloody annoyance, she opened her eyes. But what a tempting annoyance he is... Lenora mused as she gave him an apraising look before replying.

"Once again, I know not. In fact at this point, I care not. And lastly, the peace has now been broken, and the boredom shattered. About time I should say." She shot back in that lazy drawl so characteristic of her, even her voice was bored and lackidasical.

"Though, you look like you have quite the hangover, don't you?" She mocked, this was fun. More fun than she'd been having recently, that was sure. The other awake one didn't reply to her and so was boring. [i]Unable to compete in a battle of wits, boring. But this one, I have a feeling this one might exchange words with me. A mental spar, banter if you will. I think he will be fun to annoy, perhaps I might put some effort into this after all.[i] Lenora mused with a smirk.

"So, pretty boy. Is whistling and slurred cureses the best you can do?" Lenora taunted him, she wanted to get a rise out of him. She couldn't understand why, but she did.

Again his eye brows went up, the right one arching just so as he cocked his head lazily at the female that had decided to respond to his announcement. Well...someone thought they were proper, now didn't they? Sounding like they were so high and mighty? He kept his head resting up against the wall, partially to the side, letting his eyes peer across the room at the dark haired woman easily. Hunter coughed, letting a grimace briefly cross his lips as his stomach tensed, a sharp pain that turned to a dull ache. Not to mention the distant, yet perpetual throbbing in the back of his skull due to the effects of last nights alcohol.

"Once again, I know not. In fact at this point, I care not. And lastly, the peace has now been broken, and the boredom shattered. About time I should say." - "Though, you look like you have quite the hangover, don't you?""

Hunter snorted and quite obviously rolled his eyes. "Hah. Fucking. Hah." He began, lamely crossing his arms over his chest as he puffed out his cheeks in a slightly dramatic exhale. "Careful. My stomach hurt, don't make me laugh." Hunter added. This girl was already getting on his nerves, and he had just woken up. Purposefully pushing his buttons when he wasn't in the mood for it.

"So, pretty boy. Is whistling and slurred curses the best you can do?" Another silent quirk of his eyebrow as his tongue leaked out to lick the dried blood from his bottom lip. "Not even close, sweetheart. But don't expect me to roll over, or play dead, if that's what you think."

As much as he didn't want to, and as much as his body protested, Hunter needed to get up, to stretch his limbs and work out the little annoying aches and pains from being sedated. He took a deep breath, and held it behind clenched teeth as he used the wall he'd been leaning on to help himself to his feet. Standing steadily, he rolled his neck and shoulders around, before stuffing his hands in his pockets and giving the room another once over, looking for anything interesting or worth checking out. No windows, one door, and the blindingly white walls. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Long legs carried him across the room and back in not to many strides before he slouched against the wall, right beside the door.

"Hey! We're awake! You can come explain your master plan now!" He yelled after a few brief pounds against the door to his left. "...I'm not promising I won't bite, though." He scoffed under his breath, before crossing his arms over his chest once more and looking to the awake and responsive females in front of him.

"So...Who the hell are you two?" He asked, with the same tell tale cock of his head to one side and the quirk of an eyebrow.

"Master plan? Hn, quite the prospect, wouldn't that be?" Lenora said offhandedly, oh he was simply too much fun to annoy. She thought she might have to work harder for it. She was wrong, and that fact made it just a little less appealing. As much as she didn't like to exert energy, mental challenges were much welcomed. Unfortunately, this didn't seem to be the case.

She sighed lightly, "If you must know, my name is Lenora Blackforrst, and this... well, I have no idea who she is. But, the fact of the matter is, it doesn't particularily bother me." She gestured to the other one beside her, then turned herself to face the man though she still sat on the stark white floor of the stark white room in her meditation position.

"So, hot stuff, do you have a name? Or shall I call you a multitude of nicknames that I am sure you will dislike?" Lenora quirked her eyebrows into an imitation of him, smirking all the while.

Claire yawned heavily, streching over his head, his sensitive eyes being greeted by the painfully white flurecent lighting and white walls. He squinted at first, bringing a ruffle covered arm to his face, to cover it. He slowly withdrew the arm, his sensitive ocular orbs slowly adjusting to the light. Once his vision had acomidated itself, he looked around the room, his head not as sore as the others apperently were. Wait...others? He had been in the room with a few other people before this one. Perhaps they moved him rooms? Not that it mattered. These looked like a few newer people. In fact, he didn't see one face he recognized. He brushed his hair from his face, sweeping the blonde locks to the side. He swung his legs around to the edge of the bed, to realize that there were quite few people in this room. Again, not that it mattered to him, but he never really liked huge crowds.

He crossed his legs behind him, sitting and watching the others, as they regained their wits and senses. Claire himself would pretend to be somewhat dazed too.... He'd hate to have to answer all the questions about this place that they surely had. He'd feign being new as well. He sat quietly, and kept to himself, as if waiting for something, no longer watching the group as a whole, but jumping from person to person, gazing at them for a moment, before moving on to the next. He honestly wondered how old most of them were, looking to be his age...or older.

Louie ignored the ignorant male in the corner who demanded where he was like her only purpose on earth was to tell him. Instead she frowned at the other male to wake, that guy on the floor curled up, he looked familiar...or maybe she just hoped she knew someone here.
She glanced down at her leg the bruise ugly and throbbing it was driving her insane but more than anything this bright room, where the hell were they, who'd brought them here. Why what did they want with her a werewolf and these others that smelt like they had something vaguely similar about them

The guy in the corner was cursing left right and centre and the girl on the floor beside her responded to him with a some what patronizing tone. Both tones irritated her as she massaged her forehead.

"Hey! We're awake! You can come explain your master plan now!" Louie jumped startled by the yelling and pounding against the door she hadnt even noticed yet. "...I'm not promising I won't bite, though." she heard him add under his breath, before crossing his arms over his chest and looking to her and the other girl.
She stared back levely beneath her dark lashes, how typical of a man to start bouncing off the walls.

"So...Who the hell are you two?" He asked boldly cocking his head to one side and quirking an eyebrow. Louie didnt much feel like participating in this group so personally she didnt see why they should know her name. They didnt need to know anything about her other than the fact she was here.

"If you must know, my name is Lenora Blackforrst" said the girl beside her. She may sound like she didnt much want to share her name but Louie could sense this idea of amusement from her. Suggested she enjoyed contorting with his guy. Perhaps she was shallow and liked his looks. "and this... well, I have no idea who she is. But, the fact of the matter is, it doesn't particularily bother me." She gestured to her.

Louie's eyes sparked at the girl seated on the floor and for a moment saw herself lifting a foot and bringing it down hard ontop of her head. She flicked her wild hair back and straightened herself up glaring down with her bright eyes.
"Nobody asked if you were bothered" she muttered.
This individual on the floor didnt carry any respect it seemed for anything...did she even carry a morsel of respect for herself. Louie looked back towards the male- well she could cope with his masculine demands more than her careless manor.
Louie may not want to communicate with any of them to a certain extent but she sure as hell liked to be acknowledged.

"Im Louie" she moved forth to join him limping the slightest thanks to the blossoming bruise on her thigh she stopped at the door running her fingers along the edges in hope of catching a draft before glancing left up at him to take note of his name, and his appearance up close.

Hunter continued to lazily slouch up beside the wall as he was forced to put up with the heavily careless and purposefully annoying female across from him. Hunter was all for sarcasm, when he was the one utilizing it, or perhaps when he hadn't just woken up from being beat, tranquilized and roughly carted off to god knows where. Needless to say, his patience for her tone and mocking was very thin. Even more so that she seemed to get enjoyment out of it. It sort of reminded him of himself, a more smug, careless, and arrogant female version of himself and to be honest, he wouldn't want to deal with one of himself.

"If you must know, my name is Lenora Blackforrst" Again with her proper language... "and this... well, I have no idea who she is. But, the fact of the matter is, it doesn't particularly bother me."

"Nobody asked if you were bothered" Hunter heard the other female mutter caustically. The dark haired male's lips half curled up in a smirk of subtle amusement before inhaling both air and the patience to respond as politely as he could at the moment. Which wasn't very much. Manners weren't really this male's thing. He treated everyone with the same amount of cocky sarcasm, unless you had directly pissed him off.

"Well Miss I-Don't-Give-A-Shit--excuse me, Lenora Blackforrst." He said repeating her mocking tactics by sarcastically imitating her proper tone of speech briefly. "You are more than welcome to sit on your ass and rot here, I on the other hand plan to find a way out; if it doesn't particularly bother you, of course." He said crossing his arms a little tighter to his chest. Not long after, the second female had decided to not being a useless lump on the log and get up. He narrowed his gaze at the slight limp in her leg and he emitted a low sound in the back of his through at the thought of getting his hands on each and every bastard that had been involved in these freak kidnapping jobs and caused him to be stuck in this goddamn room.


"I'm Louie" He heard her finally answer as she made her way to check the door for a way out. His chin was lowered ,close to his chest as his eyes shifted to meet the gaze of less annoying female number two. Eyebrow arched, he paused a moment before answering his own question.

"Hunter." He said, giving only his last name. "That's all you need to know." He finished, narrowing his gaze a moment before pushing his weight off the wall. His eyes caught sight of movement, a ruffle lined shirt sleeve protecting the eyes of another stranger of whom Hunter could not decide the gender. Another whistle to get the kids attention. "Yeah. You. - Got anything useful to say?"

Opening his eyes again suddenly aware of his environment he was pulled into reality again by voices but he didn't understand what they had said waking was like pulling himself out of a barrel of honey, Rod stood shakily and began blinking rapidly trying to clear the fog from his eyes, arcs of pain flashed as he moved and he more then once nearly toppled over on his way to stretching the full seven feet of his height.
"Ach yahd think they'da left me a pillow er summat."
Running his hand over his chest he winced in pain and looked down to discover his torso was a mass of purple and yellow bruises some with jagged needle points sticking out which he quickly removed. Eyes mostly clear he looked around and modestly pulled the tatters of shirt together as next to a fairly(in comparison) scrawny pierced up guy he was the only male.

Sizing the male up he realized the guy wasn't so scrawny and almost reached his chin, he had no desire to fight him but reasoned he'd best be careful in his current condition, after all when yah wake up in a strange room covered in bruises with two broads an underage girl and a snarky tall guy it was a bad porno or something was gonna go down.

Looking one of the girls over he found her to be quite pretty if somewhat aloof and uncaring yet something about her told him hed best leave it alone and suddenly she became less appealing.

The other he liked almost instantaneously and had the urge to rush to her sobbing. She seemed strangely familiar and knew somewhere in his head she was like family, yet he felt something odd about everyone in the room like he didn't belong, the square peg on a board full of circles.

Well, now this is finally getting interesting. Lenora thought with a very visible smirk. He isn't as boring as I thought, though I am slightly disappointed that he was so easy to rile... Hn, he might be fun later on. But for now, not quite up to par. And so, Lenora became bored with this "Hunter," though the one in the corner might possibly hold some merit. She had been previoulsy bored with the now-named Louie and saw no chance of her ever becoming, well not boring, let alone entertaining in the slightest.

Lenora sighed heavily as she untangled her gangly limbs. Though she was short she was skinny and looked willowy, and so had gangly limbs that needed untangling a little too often for her liking. However, she did like that, from far away, she looked much taller than she really was. Being tall helped the intimidation factor, just a little bit. Oh well, unneeded really, I make up for it with my 'sparkling' personality. Lenora's inward musings were sarcastic, as always, though she could most definately be charming and manipulative if she wanted to...

She came out of her thoughts and clapped slowly, mockingly, "Good show, good show, old sport. I am indeed pleasently surprised that you haven't hurt something thinking of those so... hurtful insults. Oh you wound me so!" She lifted an eyebrow, though, and gave him a very obvious look over, as she thought he could very well be dull enough to miss any subtlies she might waste on him. "It would have been very unfortunate if such a piece of work were to die and leave the world, it would be a pity, a right pity it would..." Lenora had been walking towards him while she spoke and when she finished she was no more than three feet away from Hunter.

If nothing else, I suppose I could always insult him to watch the reactions I get. Lord knows, everyone else here is as borring and dull as these walls surrounding us. [i]The girl in the corner, might possibly be fun to mess with. She looks innocent enough. Though the large one, over there, seems like he has the potential to be quite the pest from what I've seen so far...

'Welcome to the institute. To insure your own safety please restrain from any violence or damage against the institute detention cell' The feminem computerized voice bounded off the walls the speaker phone invisible to the seeing eye.
'We hope you all had an enjoyable rest. This is a welcoming commitee voice recording- the purpose of this recording is to inform you of ' ' stages therefore any queries will not be ackowledged till a later date- please refrain from raising your voice and preventing others from hearing this recording.
Stage one. The institute is a society built to home others like yourselves. With modern facilities and adjustments incorporated into the design to forfill your needs there is no need for you to ever be concerned about your self preservation. This facility is home to thousands of supernatural or genetically altered beings and can be looked upon as a haven for your kind. The institute has a high security rate with numerous forms of cctv for the better of all this facilities residents so everything you do will be recorded and stored if needed for evidence.
Stage two. In the detention cell you may have discovered that you are with others of your kind or alone. Following the nature of your speicies we have devised a programme that will preserve a healthy life style balance for you as an individual. If you are a lone creature you will be living alone however if you are naturally a pack creature you will find yourself in unfamiliar company that will soon become your pack. Resorting back to instinctual habits is encouraged but extreme forms of ferality are not advised- any partners- ceremonies or stately periods are already included in your programmes so there is no need to panic.
Stage three.
Whilst this recording has been in progress you have been transported to your new living environment. The detention cell is merely a room suspended amongst various others upon a mechanical device that can travel in all directions throughout the institute. Your living environment has been designed with you in mind so everything you require including personal belongings that have been retrieved from your previous living areas will be included within. Any desires will be taken into consideration later along with any queries.
It is in your best interests that you remain at the institute therefore there will be no releases unless it is proven necessary. Considerable damage purposely directed at the institute will be liable for punishment and is therefore unadvised.
The Institute hopes you enjoy your stay and that you find your new accomedation acceptable and remember throughout this entire operation...
...Our only concern is for you"

The detention cell jolts before settling down ready for those inside to depart and then enter their new accomedation.

(OOC: images of new living area will be in ooc :3)

The room moved, suddenly and with no warning. It ziped and zagged and glided and turned and was all around quite discombobulating. The sickening movement reminded Lenora faintly of the Glass Elevator in Willy Wonka's chocolate factory, able to move every which way at high speeds. Lenora, for one, was unable to really listen and process what was being said over the speaker for the confusing movements of the containment room she and the others were in.

As suddenly as it had started, it stopped. The abruptness throwing most of them to the floor. "Our only concern is for you," the computerized voice was disconcerting and eerie. Their only concern is us. Who are they, and what do they want? Lenora's thoughts of the impending doom that seemed to happen upon her and her 'pack' frightened even her.

However, she wouldn't let anyone think such a little thing could keep her down. Lenora was determined to keep up her careless facade, how long it would last though, she did not know, though she would keep it on for as long as it held.

Anyone, anyone at all who would listen to a simple and uninteresting girl like me, please. Please don't let this end in disaster. She silently prayed and she stood, nonchalantly brushing herself off.

"So, dearies, who goes first?" Her usual drawl and slight smirk of the mouth was back in place as she wondered, who would take that challenge. After all, she wasn't an Alpha, so there was no way in this lifetime she would ever take the lead. Decisions took too much effort.

Looking around Rod threw his hands up and grumbled
"Well Ah suppose Ill be the one tah strut 'is manhood." In truth Rod had no desire to go first he simply had to get out of the tight space, he loved all manner of caves and such and held a soft spot for small spaces, but being in one with other people irked him. The view was beautiful and he felt the desire to leap out and fly.
Stepping out he briefly considered
This is normally how people get shot......shit.

Louie gritted her teeth down as the room came to halt. This entire set up couldnt be real... Surely? This was some strange facade of the governments to use them for military testing she'd heard a murmur of a whisper from someone once before that there was something going down behind the scenes-then again this someone suffered with paranoia and smoked pot.
She shook herself down. Whatever this was she didnt fancy taking part it was against her will and what she didnt want to do rarely got done but...She'd been abducted, taken to this institute and enroled into a make shift pack without her consideration-she doubted there was much she could do about this ordeal except for go along with it for now and rebel when it was needed.
A second door in the room slid sideways showing a seperate room opposite partially dim and without light apart from a large window that she couldnt quite see out of.

"So, dearies, who goes first?"
Louie glanced over at one of the two other females in the room with her. The one she'd found quite irritating but she didnt have time to be irritated now, there wasnt room to be as her eyes darted about the other members in the room.

"Well Ah suppose Ill be the one tah strut 'is manhood."
Louie observed the brawny male step forth and shunt himself just outside the white room- he didnt look like he was strutting his manhood she thought grimly as he paused and his body language suggested he was apprehensive and maybe even having second thoughts about going first. He reminded her of a pup- headstrong but foolish- she couldnt bare to watch his attempts at braving the unknown.

"Oh move your rump aside" she spoke up irritably like an impatient mother to a fumbling child. Striding forth she pushed past the young male gently before walking on until she came to stand in the middle of a large open hallway with wooden floorboards. Waiting a moment to see if anything unpleasant occurred she did her best to disguise any anxiety she felt that there might be something awful awaiting her.
When nothing happened she turned on the group or pack should she say and placed her hands on her hips defiantly.
What a bunch im was stuck with.
"Nothing- see- just like the recording said...this is the place we're living at" she exlaimed perhaps coming across alittle breathless for the fact her heart was beating furiously in her chest but at the same time with a wild, triamphant grin peaking at the edge of her lips that she'd managed to take control.

I'm Lancer Fang, and I'm nothing special. I'm just a regular guy that works a 9-5 job, drives a Corolla, eats steak, revels in the taste of a cold beer, worships Sunday Night Football, and occasionally enjoys the company of a lady. And so, why am I taken to such a resort? Well, resort was a light way of putting it. More like some kind of prison, but hell do I even know where I am. One night I was trying to get some dinner then all of a sudden I pass out and wake up...well in one of these cells. I don't remember committing any crimes in the last five years of my life, so why could this be? Could it be that someone got pissed at me and sent me here? Now who did I piss off this time... Ugh, who knows. Probably not worth thinking about it.

Whoever threw me in here, they were atleast nice enough to leave me my pack of Skittles, Sour Patch, and DumDum Pops that I had with me the day before. That's something to consider on the bright side.

Just as I was beginning to get bored in this cell, a few jailors came in, or what looked like to be jailors. They opened up my cell and told me to get up. Not one to be disagreeable, I decided to go along with what these guys wanted. I got up and followed them to where ever they decided to leave me. Hopefully to a nice meal or maybe a room full of women.

That did not seem to be the case. Instead they lead me out of my cell and into a strange room, in another part of the facility I'm guessing. It definitely looked better than the apartment I lived in so maybe I should be thankful that they put me here. The jailors told me that this would be where I will be staying for awhile and I should make myself at home because I won't be going anywhere else any time soon. They also added in that I was the first of few inmates that would be arriving here.

After that statement the two of them left and closed the door behind them. I had an urge to leave, but something told me that they wouldn't make it so easy for me. I guess being stuck in a lavish living space wasn't so bad. I walked over to the bed in the room and laid down on it, resting my head against the pillow and stared up at the ceiling.

What ever other people I will be forced to live with...I hope they won't be a pain in my side constantly.

Louie broke away from the hallway giving the group still lingering in the cell a quick glance wondering if they'd come to her aid if she was in need. She pulled at a strap on her top it having slid down her arm, She didnt need anyones aid anyway.
Stepping cautiously down the hallway she came to a lighter opening the walls either side of her wooden...with shelves home to all sorts of little nicknacks that seemed to have been purposely positioned to look as if they had been carelessly placed.
Reaching the end of the hallway it opened out onto a living area, with a fancy fire going, nice decor, furniture to compliment Louie gazed around the room wide eyed and uncertain. This place was nice. Striding to a large window she found herself staring out at water, and hills and so much greenery!
Louie swallowed. She wasnt in the city anymore.
Turning back towards the cell she called to the others. "Get a load of this place its nothing trashy"

Following after Louie he tried not to look afraid as he felt and slunk after her, he gaped at the amount of expensive crap that littered the place, it looked like somebody had shoved millions of dollars in a blender and shot the remains all over the place.

Reaching out to brush a vase he misjudged his aim and knocked a small globe off the shelf, he narrowly managed to catch it before another fell along with it. Hastily grabbing the nicknacks off the flood he repositioned them and dusted them like new blushing at his clumsiness.

"Its........beautiful."

((These are the pictures I'm going off of, if we change this I'll go back and edit buuut as we haven't officially picked one...))

Lenora strolled into the new room with her leisurely glide-like walk, and stopped short. Her mouth silently parted in awe before she quickly regained herself, putting on her usual half-assed smirk she disengaged herself from the awestruck group. Lenora continued her lackadaisical walk into the room to further investigate running her hands over the smooth wood of the bookshelves as she made her way along, now on the other side of the couch and what seemed to be a living room.

She looked up from the marvelous bookshelves, she predicted they would become close friends very soon, and almost unheard gasped as she saw the kitchen. Her favorite room was the kitchen, she loved to cook and bake and create wondrous foods to eat and admire and generally all around enjoy. Though most people didn't know she liked to cook, and was good at it because of her mother, she liked it nonetheless.

She picked up her pace and her face mirrored that of an excited child on Christmas day. "A kitchen, oh happy day!" She whispered happily to herself as she entered the chrome, stainless steal and black room; well, there was some tan, but only on the black-framed seats that were neatly tucked under the rectangular, six-seater, black table nearer to the living room than the kitchen itself.

Lenora rummaged through the cupboards and found them fully stocked, along with the pantry, refrigerator, the silverware drawer and the couple of drawers holding the pots, pans and various other useful items needed to cook delicious meals. She leaned her head back out into the living room to face the others and said with a sly smile, "Dibs on the kitchen," before lazily making her way up the nearby stairs to the rooms (presumably).



Lenora made her way through the hallway, opening and closing each door, looking for the room she wanted. I'm not sharing with anyone else, that's for sure! She mused to herself, noting how many rooms there were available as she made her way up the next set of stairs to the third floor only to see another two doors. She opened the furthest from the stairwell, it was darkly colored and had a shiny silver knob, and found herself stopped once again in awe.

"This- this room. It was made for me.." She breathed so quietly it could have very well been a thought or a passing sigh.

The bed, made of the darkest cherry-wood she had ever had the pleasure of seeing and covered with a beautiful shade of off-white, was slightly raised from the floor and it was perfectly made. She doubted that if she dropped a coin on the sheets that it would not bounce just as high. (Though what she particularity liked about the bed was that it came with a multitude of pillows...) The room itself was painted a light olive green with a large Sakura tree coming into bloom, a scroll-like painting with Japanese kanji and hirigana was to the right. The floors were bamboo-like in the color and style, mimicking the traditional tatami mats and the cupboards and drawers and doors for storage around the room were also in a bamboo style though they were closer to a cherry-wood color. A large window, almost encompassing the entire wall, let in the soft light of an almost setting sun; Lenora noticed that the drawn drapes were a dark red-brown color to match the wood of the bed, she assumed that they would cover the entire window when let down. Knick-knacks were places tastefully around the room and in a large vase across the room was filled with long, but thin, incense sticks like they were a bouquet of fine flowers.

"Cherry-blossoms and pomegranate, I can smell it from here." Lenora murmured to the empty air before snapping back into the present and looking both ways, to make sure no one would see this quick break of character, before taking a deep breath. She ran and jumped onto the bed, landing on her stomach and bouncing, she marveled at the softness of the pillows and the blankets and mattress itself (she had a feeling there was more than one of the latter). She grabbed a pillow and stuffed onto her face and, with a broad smile, she screamed into the pillow, muting the sound so none would hear.

After she finished getting all of her excited energy out, caused from intense emotion which in this case was happiness, she chuckled to herself before standing and somewhat forlornly made to leave the bedroom. Going back down the stairs, calling as she went, she loudly informed the rest that, "I call the bedroom furthest away from the stairs on the top floor! The one with the dark-wood door and silvery dorrknob!"

Thoroughly satisfied with herself she adopted her usual air of arrogance and indifference she wore when in the presence of others and made herself comfortable on the chrome counter-top of the island in the kitchen.

"There's five rooms, one for each of us. You'll probably want to claim your own room before anyone else takes the one you want..." She said as if in passing, drawling her words in such a way that made people pay attention and wait to hear what she said. Antagonizing people was fun, especially when it was subtle and the victim, I mean friend, didn't know you were doing it. Same with insults too, the best always go over the intended's head. Ah well, it simply makes it all the more satisfying seeing how they hadn't gotten the deprecation... She smirked in that annoying way that she knew others hated so as she watched the rest with her oddly undialated eyes, giving her a somewhat cold and omniscient appearance.

Still partially hung over and not in the best of moods, Hunter didn't exactly like when the annoyingly white room they were in suddenly jolted with movement. He reacted well enough, only being forced to bring his foot from the wall behind him back to the floor to keep with his balance. Otherwise so, his arms remained crossed as he leaned heavily against the wall trying to best steady himself with all the damned zigging and zagging. He quietly muttered curses under his breath. Thankfully the fun little roller coaster ended relatively quickly.

The next thing he knew they were all stepping out of the room and into another. And not just another white containment cell of sorts, a fully furnished, fully loaded...well...home. Not that he'd ever really call it home, it was a shit ton better than where he'd woken up. With a hint of childlike curiosity in his piercing eyes, Hunter flicked his gaze around, scanning the place. It was, as much as he hated to admit it, ..not that bad. Amazing actually. It was decorated in a sleek, modern yet homey style that he seemed to be fond of. Mostly though, he loved the view. It caught and held his attention long enough that the next thing he heard with miss smart ass talking about bed rooms or something.

"There's five rooms, one for each of us. You'll probably want to claim your own room before anyone else takes the one you want..."

Well, as much as her attitude and demeanor irked him, he kept a straight face and decided to actually take her advice. His room would most likely be where he'd spend most of his time. As much as they were social beings, he had the feeling he'd need some time away from these strangers when he wanted it. Especially Miss I-don't-give-shit, for whatever reason.

So without a word, or any particular expression on his face, Hunter stuffed his hands in his pockets and began exploring his new 'temporary' living quarters. Temporary because he was damn sure he'd find a way out. No matter what that recording said. If violence and destruction was forbidden he'd just have to be sneaky and subtle about it. Either way, he was getting off this breeding farm if it was the last thing he did.

Stumbling upon a doorway, tucked in a corner of the house Hunter nudged it open with his shoulder, revealing the room he instantly knew he was claiming. HE didn't even have to explore any further. Windows that just about reached the ceiling on one side of the bed, a small bookshelf and desk on the other side, a large fuzzy carpet and leather couch and ottoman. Everything was colored black and white, contrasting each other yet fitting the decor of the room. He flashed a grin at the bed that looked amazing right about now, but first he strode over towards the large window and let himself stare out it.

"Huh...this isn't half bad." He couldn't help but admit to himself before he closed the curtain and turned to collapse on the bed. With his hands behind his head acting as a makeshift pillow, Hunter sunk into the mattress and shut his golden eyes with a relaxing exhale. He would remain there until something forced him to do otherwise...that..or until he smelled some food. Either way.

Louie glanced around realising everyone had claimed their rooms. Great. She turned towards the stairs before she ended up sleeping on the couch. Searching the doors on the top floor she spotted the one Lenora the tester of patients had taken and noted the other was infact just a room with a sofa not a bed room. Jogging back down the stairs she peeked her head around another door to see Hunter lounging all over the bed. Well she supposed that left her with one room considering the quiet blond had managed to silently claim the last avaliable choice.

Opening the door slowly she noticed how the blinds were drawn making it alittle dim to see around but from what she could see it was an acceptable room not that she expected any less after seeing the rest of this place! Running a hand through her wild hair she noticed how the bedcovers were dishevelled. Thanks guys she thought darkly imagining Lenora running through here jumping all over the bed and running out again. They hadnt been with eachother for 10 minutes and already she could build what kind of life style she was in for with her make shift pack mates.
Sighing out from sheer exhaustion she smiled dreamily at the bed. After being stalked, chased, thrown down the stairs, darted and chucked into a luxury pad in an institute that enjoyed breeding werewolves and other supernaturals she had to say she was more than desperate for sleep. She could already see it, her having a nice, new double bed all to herself. Things weren't so bad. One of the guys out there could get jiggy with Lenora and she could stay and relax in bed...all day.

Closing her eyes she took a seat and abruptly opened her eyes. What on earth was up with this bed. It was awful! She left like she'd sat on a sack of potatoes!

Lancer yelped as soon as he felt the weight fall upon him. This he was not expecting at all. Wasn't this his room? And he hasn't been disturbed yet but why now? And if they anyone did decide to bother him why did they have to do it so painfully.

Throwing the covers off of him, he quickly jumped up from under the bed, pushing what ever was on top of him off but not forcefully enough to send the unknown object from flying. He was about to blow a fuse and yell something along the lines as to why his nap time was disturbed when all of a sudden, right before his eyes, stood a woman of moderate stature. She was quite the looker in fact, and it only made him wonder more as to why she was here.

Could it be that the staff here finally answered my prayers? He wondered to himself, then adjusted himself on the bed as to look more professional. "I didn't expect any visitors." He began, seating himself on the other side of the bed, leaving enough room for her to get on if she wished. "Are you the woman that the staff sent me? If so I guess I should thank them in advance now, you're a definite platinum lady." He said to her, snapping two fingers and pointing them at her, giving her a wink as well.

Something about this woman was off to him however. She did not seem like your average girl. She smelt...kinda strange. Could she be like him? Or was it his rude awakening messing with his senses? Nevertheless he eyed her up and down, taking in every inch of her assets.

Louie yelped at the male cry from beneath her as she was shoved off the bed stumbling a fair way before gaining her balance on one foot and turning to see a packed out male tensed before her. She stared at him with wide eyes her heart still thumping from thinking the bed had come alive. Who the hell was this jack ass in her bed. He was friggin' huge!
He adjusted himself on the bed and murmured something about not expecting visitors. She didnt adjust herself- she was proud of how she was.

"Me and you both kid i didnt expect to find a guy in my bed" she watched him wearily as he positioned himself on the opposite side of the bed as if making room for her...she took a seat on the matress leaning against the pillows with a sigh thankful the matress was actually softer than anything she'd sat her tush on before. She was ready to drop dead.

"Are you the woman that the staff sent me? If so I guess I should thank them in advance now, you're a definite platinum lady." He said to her, snapping two fingers and pointing them.

Louie's eyes slid to the side and she twisted her body slightly to look at him. "If you requested some pricks in uniform to storm my apartment- stick a needle in my ass and throw me into this house with a make shift pack calling themselves the institute- maybe i am" she replied giving him a second look over with her eyes wondering if it was his fault she was here. "Why what did you ask for?"