[center][h2][color=gold][b]Subject 332 - [i]Parkinson[/i][/b][/color][/h2][/center]

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The pain in Parkinson's head slowly deflated in intensity, like a balloon releasing its hot air and releasing her head from stress. Her mind we take notes of this event, a sure way to relieve herself from this torment she seemed to be the only one to manifest physically. To Parkinson, yelling was a solution to her problem from now on. Or was it? As she thought more and more of it, the logic behind her head aches became a little more clear, or at least how it would be interconnected to many parts of her body. She knew what it was without really knowing what she was thinking, and it bugged her deeply. Though her train of thought would be quickly dispatched when a more outgoing member of the team manifested her presence in a way that captured 332's attention: Sony. 

Bending over a little more to capture the view of two other females without actually moving her feet from her position, she noticed that everyone's hair color was different. Strangely, that detail impacted her more than anything else, notably size differences, but it could be that Andarta's dwarfing height had Parkinson's basis of scaling a little too large. When the more socially apt member of the group introduced herself, ideas roamed into Parkinson's mind. 

[color=gold][i]Identification? Is this... A name? Why isn't it a number? 332... Parkinson... I don't get it...[/i][/color]

"[color=gold]Hi.[/color]"

She wave at the shortest member of the group by pure reflex, the act itself only being recognized once she pulled back her hand. At this stage, Parkinson recalled the concept of reflexes and memories, as well as abrupt reactions to certain things. This idea scared her when the giant who stood next to her made any form of movement. 

[color=gold][i]What if she has the reflex to bite my... Hand off?[/i][/color]

It was then that she realized she had no idea what she looked like. Her hand that had performed the very basic and ritualistic motion rubbed against her cheeks, neck and forehead in order to discern similarities. She didn't doubt it one second that she was like the others, but it pained her that she couldn't see herself like she could see the others. Parkinson had already become quite self-conscious, and her heart started to race at the possibility that she wouldn't get closure. She'd give a rather menacing glare that could only reflect anxiety and stress when she clearly noticed Red and some of the staff speaking of her. It didn't please her. 

Andarta had forgotten her questions and Parkinson had too many she wanted to figure out herself before getting more question-inducing answers. They were asked to leave the premises by following Red, 332 would follow the Amazon female closely by fear of getting lost in this unfamiliar world. She did give one last stare at the doctor who notified red of her head pains. She wasn't sure what to make of this really. The more they walked, the more she could observe the massive human move various parts of her body to gain mobility. How this was possible was something she seemed to know naturally, unlike her appearance. Such a complex system of messages sent from the brain to different parts of the body to do specific tasks would be concepts as simple as breathing to her, but things as basic as what was the color purple remained an enigma. 

[color=gold][i]Wait... Are these males? Ehhhh... Definitely not female.[/i][/color]

A glance of cautiousness and uncertainty was thrown at the group of people they had encountered in the hallway. Boys, males, humans of the masculine sex. They were either taller than her or her size, which visibly intimidated Parkinson. She was quite scrawny after all, her body being perhaps the second tallest of the girls, she had the weakest physical build. She didn't feel comfortable with this at all. She'd give a particular fixation at the male with the marked face, simply because he looked particularly different from the others. 

This little stalemate would end when her warrior counterpart started to apologize after growling some more, though this time it didn't annoy Parkinson as much. She was consumed by a form of fear toward the new people, but she'd turn to face the more familiar giant with her palm risen upwards, signaling the Amazon to stop and take a breath. Parkinson seemed annoyed again, but it once against soothed her from what was plaguing her at this moment.

"[color=gold]Ugh... Just... Arg! Can you... [i]Please,[/i] follow my voice, okay? Any sensory input you'll receive you should be able to replicate an-.. Erm...[/color]" 

Her tone was weaker than before, but she still held a certain level of authority in her voice. Parkinson was at a loss as to what she just said. She understood perfectly well the information she had just shared, but it felt so abstract to her inexperienced mind. But it came to show that she didn't hold any form of animosity toward the Amazon, and despite her obnoxious screaming about facts Parkinson had a more advanced knowledge on, the latter felt a lot safer having that friendly giant not far from her. To the long haired blonde, the males were seen as threats she couldn't trust and he instincts pushed her to stay close to the giant girl simply because of their similarities and established contact.