<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/666696026798948405/850149654028877884/image0.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>NAME:</strong>Zoey Cooper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874348#msg15874348)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Grey top, boxers, dog tags<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Cyro Tube<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br class="clear_left"/><br/><br/>Awareness came quickly, along with the huge headache that threatened to split her skull open. The pod’s voice informing her of her sentence and role onboard the ship. She mouthed her assigned name, nothing came to the name. In fact nothing came to her but murky memories that seemed to be slicks of oil that dispersed when she tried to recall them. There was a scene that lingered of someone kissing her as she was pulled away from them, tears blinding her as a stinging feeling hit her arm as an air hypo hissed in her arm and she felt a numbness take hold of her limbs.<br/><br/>“Shit..” she said as she felt something in her wake and the display shift from the pods display to her field of vision as the lid hissed as it moved up and aside to let her out. She slid out with a dancer’s grace as she looked around, taking in the women who were moving in the room  and the pods. She did a heavy split as she slid slowly to the floor as she tried to get the kinks out of her legs before sliding up with a smile as she took in the woman two pods down. A tall muscular woman who had a hard look about her, getting dressed in an orange jumpsuit as she walked to the door marked with her name and  registery number, ignoring the cold chill of the room as she opened the door to the locker and tried on her too large jumpsuit and shoes. “Figures.” She mutters to herself as she looked around.<br/>