Holding Warehouse

Terrified would have utterly been an understatement.

Loraina had given up trying to struggle and fight shortly after they'd left her home. She was a rather small girl and the man that had a hold of her was anything but. The ride to...where ever she was, exactly, was unnerving, to say the least. For the most part, she'd managed to hold her tongue and not say the kinds of things that normally got herself into trouble. Though, there were a few times the goading got to the point where she'd make an unwise comment. A frightening step towards her, at that point, had been enough to draw a small squeak of fear from her and silence her very quickly.

Bound inside whatever type of craft they'd used to travel from Yudea, she held herself together as well as she could. Not wanting to reveal just how afraid she really was. What do they want? she kept thinking to herself. There were many people, she knew, who coveted the financial standings that her father had earned but she couldn't see it being solely about the money. She really should have stayed in the other room when that man came to their home. Maybe if she hadn't smarted off the way that she had, she wouldn't have found herself in this situation.

After what seemed like hours, Loraina felt the craft land, rather smoothly to her surprise. She may have actually been impressed had the situation been different. It was but a moment later when rough hands closed around her upper arm, lifting her from where she sat and all but dragging her forcefully from the craft. She did her best to keep from stumbling at the quick and sudden pace that the man walked, failing several times. Which only seemed to earn her a sharp jerk on her arm as he moved her forward.

"Where are we?" She braved herself enough to ask.

"You're new home," the man said with a nasty smile that made her cringe and her heart sink all in the same moment. He continued to all but drag her forward into a warehouse that, to her eyes was darkly lit. Though keeping up with him took nearly all her focus, it wasn't until he had dropped her onto the ground and fastened a heavy cuff to her ankle, that she began to look around slowly.

Tucking her legs as close to her body as she could and tucking her long skirt around her, Loraina took a studious glance at the others that were in the same position that she currently found herself in. Most were unconscious. All but the one girl who was a little ways down from her. For once, thinking before she spoke, Loraina, kept silent and ducked her head, looking at her hands that were clasped in her lap, remaining quiet for the time being.

She'd already been frightened enough for one day.

Jayna wasn't quite sure who she should root for in the brief fight after the fourth squad member came in. The men here made her stomach churn in disgust, but her reaction wasn't far different when she looked at the prisoner's uniform. Instead, she just stayed where she was, a statue in her part of the room. Better to not give off an impression to the officers quite yet. Then Jayna noticed the non-uniformed woman nearest her, watching everything with wide eyes. She wasn't quite sure of her opinion on this one, but at least she felt something for her. The rest of them could burn for all she cared. Well, for now. She had a feeling that if she actually talked to any of them, her opinion, but she wasn't too keen on that idea.

She turned her attention back to the fight to realize that on of the men was on the floor. She grimaced. Injuring the help... Not a good idea if you ever plan on gaining favor with the higher ups. Of course, she doubted any of these people were thinking that far ahead, even if they would 'degrade' themselves enough to talk to people like Sol. She looked on with an uninterested facade as the new prisoner settled down after being dropped.

Not too long afterwards, Jayna looked up as the door opened and the man who was obviously in charge here finally made an appearance. As he spoke, one of her eyebrows rose and her lips pursed in an amused expressions. She doubted he was paying enough attention to her to notice the expression before it left her face. She'd been right. These guys were practically toys to Sol.

Shifting her position, Jayna put her legs out almost straight in front of her, bent at the knee so she could lean forward a bit and touch the floor, yet feel protected on both of her sides. She cocked her head to the side slightly as the SOOC officer barked like an irritated dog. The amused expression lit up her face again. She didn't really care that she was losing her facade of uncaring indifference. Life outside of the institute was more interesting than she'd expected, even being held prisoner.