[center][h3][color=f7941d][i]Subject 768[/i]: [b]Andarta[/b][/color][/h3][/center]

"Follow your voice?" 

She thought about it, could she sound. Is that something people can do? Her eyes grow wide, [i]it is a metaphor?! No wait an idiom! Whatever the word it is not a literal meaning![/i] A nod of her head confirmed it within. Right so she wants her to match it right? Or was she wanting her to lean all the way down there.....

[i]Wow she was so tiny. Everyone was small though. So tiny. Tiny is a tiny word[/i]. A toothy grin appeared on her face briefly at the thought of the way tiny looked.  Alex's voice however would make her feel a new emotion. Irritation. She may not be the sharpest scalpel in the cadaver but she understood that she didn't like his phrase. 

[color=f26522]"You pick'n a fight?! If I didn't think you didn't know that I know that you....Wait....Just don't be so...."[/color] She lost her point somewhere in her confusion of sentence structure. It was like she was trying to correct it after her mouth said it....She could think faster than she could speak?! The revelation made her contemplate a challenge. How fast can she think! What if she could think about other things at the same time. She decided to do an experiment. 

Her hand reached up to pat her head, her other began to rub her stomach, whilst she stood on one foot....No not hard, hum what could it mean. [color=f26522]"Stars belong in the sky. You should call him Fallen star! It sounds cooler Sony!"[/color] Woooow she remembered the name of someone whom she had not spoken too, and then interjected. Interjection is a fun word to see in your head. Her eyes where noticing things all around her without focus. 

Her list of accomplishments and achievements are staggering she had only been awake for mere....time. As the concept started to form Doc did some very educational things. For a reason unbeknownst to her, Andarta leaned down to whisper (Which was more like talking considering her decibel levels at the moment.) [color=f26522]"Doc is a prince. Fables suggest that is how they greet their....Red is a princess! They fornicate to make the royalty!"[/color]

She didn't wait for her little friends response as Red grabs her attention with the call to move. Red's constant strange behavior suggested that she was in fact a proper princess that did not enjoy public displays of affection. These trivial thoughts where brought to a close when the violence began. Violence. Behavior involving physical force intended to hurt, damage, or kill someone or something. Generally used to protect or sustain one in a natural situation. This. Was not one of those. This was cruelty. 

[color=fff200]"You two gunna think about disrespecting us again, you dont speak to us unless spoken to you little shits. You think you're all strong because you got powers?"[/color]

A feeling of heat filled her head. She could feel her blood moving faster as her heart pumped faster, each beat resonated throughout her. Her muscles spasmed and contracted as they flexed for the first time. A vein ran down her forehead as her teeth bared her breathing started to hasten. Each strike Red received intensified the effects. She was unaware but she had stepped in front of Parkinson despite the smirk of a guard who put one in the chamber at the action, nor was she aware of the sounds of her joints popping into her freshly made fist.

Reds retaliation was watched with a feeling of both justification at the same time regret. Andarta wanted to do it. She wanted it so bad. A longing for combat, was almost sadness. So many words are being said now, but not a one interested her. She really wanted to hurt something. She had begun panting, [i]those doctors need to die[/i]. Her hand reached up and pulled at her collar as if it was uncomfortable, and she swallowed [i]so thirsty[/i]. Dr.Oshimi is a threat. Her skull is small, her throat bare and exposed, she could crush it. She would crus-The Crack of the gun shot jars her thoughts.- 

A cold sweat rolls over her, and her dumb founded demeanor returns with it. She glances about to make sure Parkinson is still there, and then does a literal head count...Counting their heads on her hands. Nodding happily when they are all there. She went as far as to try and pat Parkinson on the head before stating. [color=f26522]"I could'a done that with the collar on."[/color] Wait new feeling! [color=f26522]"Oh that was confidence! Confidence feels great!"[/color]

[color=9e0b0f]"I am sorry you had to witness that...Doc do you mind?"[/color]