Dr. Hull sat in his usual afternoon seat, back nearly up against the bright white wall of the mess hall and leaning ever so slightly forwards with one elbow resting on the table. Eyes closed, he seemed to be in what others mistook for one of his meditative states as he chewed on his latest bite of the white concoction that had been provided for the staff’s lunch today. With the best in modern science swarming around such an institution, the food was meant to be a masterpiece of nutritional fortitude. These new meal plans were carefully placed together to insure that each member received the vital energy they needed from the food, optimizing their performance with each bite.  The vegetarian platter that had been put together for him today boasted the odd square of food that seemed to be of a mashed potato consistency, a rather charming looking little biscuit, and a swirl of greens seasoned to provide a palatable delight for its consumer.<br/><br/>Personally, he thought it tasted like shit.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">A vegetarian. Why did this ridiculous kid have to be a vegetarian?  </span>For going on five years now he had nothing but these preplanned meals in front of everyone, eating what he deemed rabbit food. Whatever mess they had thrown together today particularly left him craving for the emergency packet of beef jerky that was currently cutting into his inner thigh. They said it made him seem less hostile, made him fit the part even better. Rubbish. After all this time it still didn’t sit well with him, leaving him to binge on the stash of meat products he had hidden about his living quarters. Call him stubborn, but if there was one thing in the world he wasn’t willing to give up for the protection of others, it was his love of beef.<br/><br/>As a nagging sensation began in the back of his mind, his piercing light brown gaze came open and to the clock on the wall; his daily check in with the newest specimen was in ten minutes. Sighing slightly, he quickly piled in the rest of the rubbish on his place before finishing up.<br/><br/>Perfectly on time, Dr. Hull paced silently into the observation room. His countenance and composure always gave off the strict air of someone who fit well in a building made of white walls and clean glass. His black shoes were always brilliantly polished, his white lab coat snow white, and his blonde hair styled perfectly to one side. Hull was, in every way, the ideal scientist. He didn’t ask any questions other than the ones that furthered research and he had no other passion than that of his job: the exploration and discovery of new species. And, to Avalon Tech, Hull was a prime example of their ideal of ‘doing what needs to be done’.<br/><br/>Gazing firstly at their newest little toy through the glass, he seemed to observe him for a moment before he turned curtly to the left and moved over to a solitary work station with three screens. Analyzing each carefully, they were run down on specimen 317 and his activity for the day.<br/><br/>“Hmm, always the restless one. Kara,” Hull called out to the AI of the lab. There was a soft beep to show it was listening. “Send a message to tech 39. Hull requesting sedative for specimen 317. Nothing too strong. We are doing behavior observation today. End message.”  With that, he stood back up and slowly walked back over to the glass, gazing through his own thick black framed glasses at him. “Now that we know what makes you tick, let’s see exactly how it is you go about it, shall we?” he asked softly, having the slightly creepy habit of speaking to the specimens even though few, if any could understand him.