<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://creativefreedomrpgc.fatcow.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=18&amp;t=126&amp;sid=71e2733c11dce3b9605b7331cbfbcef9"></a><a class="postlink" href="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i311/asceso/defect2-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>^[OOC]^</div><br/><br/><br/><br/>The last few days had been so slow, no marks since the latest cleansing of Omega. Symphony rolled onto her side, hugging her pillow to her body. The house was so quiet now. The pulse the house normally had was taken away with all the others; it was dead. She sighed, and looked to her clock: 9:15 am. She couldn't sleep for very long, but she could sleep for longer now that it had been so long, almost ten days, since their last mark, their last mission. A businessman, of sorts. A black market-salesman, who had been selling their secrets. Symphony remembered, he didn't beg, he simply mumbled to himself, and smiled. It was altogether off-putting.<br/><br/>With a sigh, she sat up, and stared at her door. It was locked, but electronic, had they wanted to take her away, it would have been all too easy. "Still in omega? Not bored of me yet?" She asked no one in particular, the camera in the corner whirring as it adjusted zoom. She stood, and tried the door, still locked. She shrugged. The hallway at the top of the stairs was vacant, so quiet. She brushed her hair out of her face, running a hand over her head. She looked at each door, closed, who knew how many people were here now. Her footfalls were unusually heavy on the stairs leading from the bedrooms and bathrooms upstairs to the living room and adjoining kitchen downstairs. It was large, and open, lots of light, pouring in through one large, crystal window located opposite the stairs, blaring light onto the doors of the Omega residents.<br/><br/>She blinked a few times in the bright light, and made her way to the kitchen, where she grabbed an apple and a glass bottle of cola. "Breakfast of champions, I suppose." Her tail swam through the air behind her, graceful, the tip glimmering in the light. On her way back, she noticed a new letter, no colored envelope this time. She paused, staring at it.<br/><span style="color: #BF0000"><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Dearest Omega Inhabitants,<br/><br/>               We hope you enjoy your newest roommates, as we feel they will better compliment your abilities and shortcomings best. The prior housemates were an unfortunate combination, which has been rectified. </span><br/></span><br/>No name? Who sent this? Where were the others, where did they take them? Symphony was curious, as was her nature, but simply gritted her teeth and made her way to the large chair that sat, staring at the blank, black screen of the latest model TV that got only enough channels to keep them entertained, but not informed. She slid over the back, her tail swishing behind her. She propped her legs on the arms of the chair, and bit into the apple. It was sweet, crisp, juice ran down her chin. With the back of a gloved hand, she wiped the juice away, staring at the stairs. She was curious who her new room mates were. It was then that it dawned on her... What if they had taken more people? Drake! Copper! Rose! Her eyes widened. She felt goosebumps form on her skin, down her back. She gritted her teeth harder and harder.<br/><br/>Her mind begged to check, but her body said no, her body didn't want the heartbreak. Her heart beat fast, pounding in her chest. With one swift, if clumsy, movement, the apple was on the glass-topped table, and Symphony was running up the stairs. She stood, sweating, heart pounding in front of a door, hand raised, ready to bang against it. But her body once again denied her wishes. She simply stood there.<br/><br/>After a moment, she sighed, felt tears well up, then... nothing; hollow. What if they were gone? Would she ever see them again? She had grown used to it, but this was different. She thought of them, not as accomplices, but as friends. She turned, stepped down a couple stairs, then sat, resting, her tail pulled itself around her in an almost comforting manner. She didn't want to cry, she just anted to be alone, but hoped that someone, someone she knew would be there.