Angela stepped out into the warm air, the rays of the sun beating down from above with the crisp breeze of the ocean wafting over to them. It was a picture perfect day or at least that's what it appeared to be and what Angela hoped for not wanting for it to suddenly just go wrong. Sighing she followed the rest of the group to the spot that was picked out, still not really comfortable with being around the others. She was making a conscious effort to try and move forward with her life, the attack yesterday having put somethings in perspective for her and so with a more positive outlook she was trying to push forward with her life. Sitting on the far edge of the others she looked out at the water, trying to remember the last time she went swimming which led to her wondering if she had her prostheses were up to date on their flotation and swimming routines.<br/><br/>It was an actual danger that if the subroutines written into the limbs did not function like they should she could drown. When encountered with a body of water they were to fill up with a measured amount of air to simulate the natural buoyancy of a human limb. Should there be an error in the programming well then they would each way the extra 75 or so pounds that they were and basically drag Angela down in the water. Last she checked though everything had been running properly so she was pretty sure that there would be no trouble here today. Now the only question was she even going to attempt to get into the water today? Or was she just going to sit there on the edge of the shade with her legs pulled up to her chest and sweating her ass of in the jeans and t-shirt she was wearing?<br/><br/>Watching Donta and the others, then looking back to the water she sighed standing as she then began to remove her clothing. First she slipped out of her sneakers, then unbuttoned her jeans sliding them down to bunch about her ankles revealing the dark green boyshorts that she wore. Her legs were toned and fit, without any real way to distinguish her synthetic limb from the real one. The wonders of holographic technology projected a centralized image over her left leg, tiny nerve like sensors along her leg's surface allowed for her to feel and experience sensation like touch. It was how she was able to learn to walk feeling the ground as she moved, it was cutting edge technology and at the time highly experimental but without any family to worry about with paperwork and such Angela was a perfect candidate for the procedure. Only thing that had to change was that every so often she had to come in to have the limbs grown to be proportionate to her developing body.<br/><br/>Despite how advance this technology was it still only masked the truth of what it was, it did not eliminate so it was the case that when someone touched one of her limbs they would feel the cool caress of metal and not flesh. This was one of the main factors that Angela had to deal with growing up and that she was still dealing with to this day, finding it hard to get over the look on someone's face who did not know when she shook their hand or brushed up against them. That look of confusion mixed with a bit of fear was like having tiny emotional daggers thrust deep into her already fragile state of find to the point where she would go out of her way and even become aggressive to keep people from touching her.<br/><br/>With her pants removed along with her socks, next was the plain white t-shirt that she wore, it came up and over her head to compliment the bottom half very well. Same tone and fit form, with a nicely displayed pack of abs and a light tan on her skin, matching dark green sports bra covered her average sized chest. All in all people would probably describe her as being attractive though to her all she knew and felt were the two pieces of her that were not real and made her a freak. Life goes on though and one can learn to bury hurt and pain to replace it with aggression, anger and hate; everyone has their own way of dealing with things right?<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath she looked over at Donta, "I guess I will join you...."