<div class="floatleft">(https://akns-images.eonline.com/eol_images/Entire_Site/2018018/rs_634x1024-180118125428-634-MICHAEL-B-JORDAN-EMD-011818..jpg?fit=inside|828:*&amp;output-quality=90)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>NAME:</strong> Project XIII<br/>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Pictured<br/><strong>DAY:</strong> 08-26-2020<br/><strong>TIME:</strong> 11:30<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> His Room &gt; Meeting Room<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> CAKE<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Open, Vixen, Zod, Icon</span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> Only a few hours ago, a group of heroes who called themselves Young Justice or "The Team" for short, broke into CADMUS, and they broke him free. The beautiful girl who smelled like nature had done...<em>something</em> to safely remove the control chip that doubled as a kryptonite laced bomb attached to the base of his skull. Without her, his head would have popped like a melon. Instead, she'd put herself at risk to help him, even after he broke her arm and threw her across the room like a piece of old junk. It was still hard to face her. <br/><br/>Or anyone. He wanted to apologize for his actions. It's true that he was a slave, a movie patron watching the story of his life unfold with no choice but to observe. But being piloted and forced to do horrible things doesn't make you feel like it isn't your fault. It only made him feel guilty for being nothing more than a weapon in the first place. Even though it wasn't physical, it would clearly take more than a few hours to pry all the different kinds of hooks Project CADMUS had in him. Case in point. <br/><br/>He'd been up all night, pacing back and forth, working out, doing anything to keep his mind off of his entire life before last night. And now that the sun was out, he was trying to find something else to occupy him. And then he smelled it. Sugar. Confections. Icing. He'd never smelled anything so sweet and delicious before. He didn't even realize he was moving before he opened his door. Closing it behind him, he disappeared, throwing out a gust of wind in the thankfully spartan hallway. <br/><br/>He reappeared in the meeting room, having followed his nose to the...whatever it was that drew him. He looked around at the three who were already there. Two men he'd never seen before and <em>her</em>...his savior. Would he have dreamed about her last night if he slept? He blushed while staring, then turned away and vanished, appearing again sitting down with a plate and cake slice on it. ...Thanks," was his terse way of speaking with Zod before he took the spoon and ate a piece.<br/><br/> Never in life had anything ever been so damn good!!!! He made a noise like a starving child that had never eaten was suddenly getting a three-course meal. Before the others knew it, he was done with his first plate and was working on a second. "What is this? It's good. Really good. I've never <em>eaten</em> anything before," he said with as much seriousness as he could muster. And he wasn't joking. He was "fed" with an IV drip and a sun lamp while he was kept in cryosleep. As he ate, his icy blue eyes kept darting in Vixen's direction. He didn't know what "nervous" was, but he was definitely that around her it seemed. And he didn't know why.<br/><br/></span>