Although he wasn’t blood related, Jupiter Jones’ purpose was to protect her brother Tony. Acquiring this responsibility didn’t come easy; however, it was rewarding at times. They shared their struggles. Throughout the years that they spend time together both of the siblings experienced good and bad times. Separation wasn’t an option between the two. Being torn away from Tony has only been seen repeatedly in nightmares that would taunt her at night. Something that couldn’t come true nor would she allow it. She would’ve sacrifice herself in a heartbeat for her brother. This was the nightmare that needed to stay within its victim’s slumbers. Instead it was her reality. Something that horrified her.<br/><br/>After being taken away, she was brought into facility that jailed and studied people with strange abilities. This was something that she was protecting her brother from; which now she was in. Albeit she wasn’t certain where exactly she was or what was the name of the building she was currently in. Being bounded into a restraining wheelchair the nurses pushed her down the hallway. Reluctantly, wearing a mouth piece mask and jacket. Limiting her movement and made it hard to breathe as. Why a mask? Jones had the power of poison generation. During her capture, her hands were the first to be disabled from attacking or defending herself. Her spit became dangerous upon others. Hell, now she can tell she was dehydrated. A lack of food and water was something that was both helpful for the staff for their own safety and it was cruel. This type of behavior was inhuman, but she also knew these workers didn’t care. It was suspected this was either part of the government participation or no one knew of this. This was top secret.<br/><br/>Through the halls it was irritatingly bright from popcorn white ceilings that seemed to hover over her. Floors and walls that were that same white paint, but she could tell dirt lingered. Stained human sweat and hand printed remained. Jones’ vision wasn’t the best, so she couldn’t see specific details. She wasn’t feeling well either.<br/><br/>Entering a room, by wheelchair, Jones eyed a girl wearing a lab coat. She was wearing glasses like other women in STEM jobs typically do, yet worn a messy bun like the other girls did outside these prison walls. It was quite trending. Whereas her eyes were fierce and attempting to look unafraid especially when her body slightly shook. Worrisome thoughts consuming her actions. Her cheeks were redden and imbrued with dried tears and dirt. Still, as young as she was, she kept her eyes on the other girl uncertain what else will become of her. More pain presumably? Admittedly, she was scared of the unknown.