((Find RP Intro and OCC here (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=148762.0)))<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Exile to Mars</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>In the eyes of Kat:</strong></span><br/><br/>"Sergeant, each malformity has arrived on base successfully. Project Perfect Human has given the go ahead for take off," says a 'perfect' soldier over a microphone. I watch hesitantly as he crosses over the room to another soldier who looked higher up in command. Seeing the small smirks on their faces extremely irritates me. The other day I was at the top of my class, and now today I am being shuttled off and away to the far red yonder. The cuffs around my wrists stung. They were buzzing with some electrical current that I couldn't understand or override. They simply neutralized my... ability. My damn marvelous ability. And as if the cuffs didn't solve any issue, myself and the other 5 strangers were each surrounded by huge patrol guards toting even bigger guns. Overkill. It would do us both a favor if they just shot me in the head now. Earth is my home and I don't see any reason to even try and make it in Mars. These other people with me... I'm unsure about them. Especially the tiny girl in front of me with white hair and tanned skin. She didn't seem right in the head. How can I be put on her same level? A nudge in my back from the tip of a gun moved me forward. My eyes wandered up, trying to see all the scientists staring at us from an overhang. I couldn't make out any faces because the ceiling lights were blinding.<br/><br/>Once on board, the soldiers strap each of us six down in our holding chairs. Painfully my hands, which were cuffed behind my back, were locked to a chain connected to the chair. Soldiers then strapped my feet down to steel boots in the floor. This made it very uncomfortable and well... it seems potentially dangerous. Who knew how the ride would be to Mars? Certainly not smooth sailing. I predict at least one broken wrist. And here is the big kicker. Our seating was designed in the shape of a circle, around the room of the shuttle. This meant we had to stare at each others faces, as if perpetuating the fact that we are all mistakes. I watched one by one as the soldiers exited the room, then the ship. The doors locked and green lights around the room began to flash. "<em>Prepare for takeoff</em>" a robotic voice came on from a speaker. Then it grew silent. I feel I will be forced to talk to the others soon... I've become so jaded. Before, I was a happy and sociable girl, not I don't want to utter a word. My long black hair draped over my shoulders. Maybe I can hide behind these personal curtains until my arrival.<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">In the eyes of Eden:</span></strong><br/><br/><em>"I don't like this, I don't like this, I don't.."</em>I repeated to myself internally, my eyes slammed shut. I can feel a large amount of presence around and it is unnerving... Where at the lab I would see maybe two or three people in a day, here I was surrounded by hundreds, or so it seemed. More than I had ever been around in my life. My heart was racing in my chest and my fingers laced themselves, despite the cuffs around my wrists. Building up a slight nerve, I look over my shoulder, only to see a tall girl with long black hair and turquoise eyes glaring at me. I whip my head back around immediately, biting my lip. The fresh wound below my right eye ached. It was my 'going away present' from my lab creator. Thanks... It was going to scar and I was going to be even more of an abomination. I look forward at the others in front of me. I was so short compared to them. I wonder how old they are? Will I find a voice to say anything to them, once on the ship? I was afraid my answer would be no. I haven't had a normal conversation with anyone in my life. The only friends I ever had were a spider that built a web in my cell and a mouse. Neither could talk back to me. My back tingled as I felt the force of being pulled forward on to the ship. Within moments I was locked to a chair by both my hands and my feet. In a circle. There were empty chairs in between each of the six of us. Through my white bangs I peaked out at their faces. They looked indifferent where as I felt terrified. I bite my lip and count to ten, over and over again. Fear is trembling through my veins. What if I am locked up on Mars? What if I am killed by all the other malformed beings? I am so frail, with the flick of a finger someone could throw me around. Knowing I am lacking in physical presence, I will have to find other ways to survive. But meanwhile..... Green lights begin to flash and doors slam shut. We are locked in this room. It grows silent. I gulp, squeezing my eyes shut. Who is going to talk first?