[i]"The mind is not a vessel to be filled, but a fire to be kindled."
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[b][color=00a651]Subject 562 / Johnny[/color][/b]

This all felt very new, but very natural to him. His confusion was subdued by a calm confidence of which he could not explain. As he walked down the hall, flanked by guards wearing fireproof gear, Subject 562, the maelstrom force known by everyone but himself as Johnny Volatile, took in all the sights. The cold, sanitary walls, the humming lights and heavy boot steps of the guards. 

He reached out to touch the wall and everyone stopped, the guards extending their neutralizer staffs in defense as he recoiled his arm, half ashamed he scared them and half amused they were so scared. [color=00a651]"Sorry."[/color] he spoke, blinking a few times in bafflement at the sound of his on voice. He had no idea what 'sorry' meant, but at the same time he did, which is why he said it, right? They continued, his instincts telling him to keep moving forward. The guards were in tow, keeping a safe distance before they felt they had regained control of the situation.

The minutes following were a blur. There were others, different, maybe just as confused as he was, maybe not. One was presented in front of them, this one knew exactly what he was and Johnny wanted to know why. He spoke, but Johnny's focus was on his own hand. He stretched it, clenched it into a fist and twirled his fingers a bit as the one known as Doc went on about what was to come in the following days. Johnny couldn't stop looking at his own hand though, there was something inside, something warm, growing, just waking up. He felt it throughout his entire body, surging larger and larger, bit by bit. Suddenly, he felt the attention of the room shifted onto him. Looking around the room, he stood in silence for a second before meeting Doc's eyes.

[color=39b54a]"Subject 562, Johnny. I don't know how I know that, but I know it's true."[/color] he said, looking at the others as the idea of interacting with people similar to him brought a sense of optimism, [color=39b54a]"Friends,"[/color] he mused [color=39b54a]"sounds nice. I like that."[/color] as Doc answered Virgil's question, waiting for Doc to finish responding before turning and pointing at the scientist, [color=39b54a]"Why is he scared?"[/color]