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[hr][hr][center]𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟛, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘   / /   𝕌𝕊𝔸ℝ𝕀𝕃ℕ 𝔼𝕒𝕤𝕥   / /   ℂ𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕦𝕤   / /  𝟚𝟘𝟝𝟟[/center][hr][hr]

Zoe hadn't been doing too much all day beyond wandering around the school grounds, or rather stalking around - she moved quickly, purposefully, focusing on her stride rather than where she was going. The scowl on her face dissuaded most people from talking to her, not that she would've given them the time of day anyway. She wasn't having a good time of it, and walking around seemed like the simplest way to try and distract herself from the urge to lash out at anyone who came close. 

That violent release zone thing was starting to seem like a much more attractive prospect. She hadn't filled in a form yet - although she'd taken the time to complete the tests, which had pretty much gone alright. While she wasn't any kind of genius, there were a few classes that she'd admit to being kind of good at. Science, mostly. Never really liked biology, but when her abilities turned up she'd done some reading in the hopes that she'd know where to avoid if she didn't want to kill anyone when she went off the handle. Which, she reflected, had backfired spectacularly. [i][color=palevioletred]Maybe if I hadn't, I wouldn't have-[/color][/i]

Interrupting her thoughts, the alarm startled her slightly when it went off, if only because of the sheer amount of irritating noises that were going on at once. The one that annoyed her the most was the Director's voice, a woman who Zoe had decided she'd probably never like. At least she was able to listen to the announcement well enough, sighing as she stopped in her tracks. She thought the statements over as the cuff spoke. [i][color=palevioletred]Menagerie, huh? Nice to know. Not really my problem, but nice to know.[/color][/i]

As the thought crossed her mind, the bracelet started talking about new students. Which, if she wasn't wrong, included her. Something about it being a combat test, so the Director herself would be paying attention. Sure enough, it started naming teams, which made sense. Sending everyone new away in one group was probably overkill. [i][color=palevioletred]Well then, I guess it is my problem. Wonder what we'll have to fight?[/color][/i]

Zoe glanced at her cuff as the teams finished being rattled off. Sure enough, a small green light blinked there to indicate her group. While she vaguely recognised the names, she'd never really taken time to introduce herself to any of them, much as she'd been tempted. Some of them seemed decent enough people, so she'd decided it wasn't worth the risk of getting close to them. Not that it mattered too much now - and hey, maybe being sent off to kill things together was a great way to meet new people! 

[color=f7976a]"Get moving."[/color]

Apparently she'd been standing there for a little too long, as one of the soldiers approached her, weapon raised. Just once, she'd love to go somewhere without the threat of being filled with bullets. Rolling her eyes, she sighed. [color=palevioletred]"Yeah, sure, I'm coming. Don't want you to miss out on a pat on the head from your owner - I mean, your boss."[/color]

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The soldier escorting Zoe apparently had enough self-control not to respond to any of her comments as they made their way to the trucks. As such, it hadn't taken too long for her to get there. She didn't know any of the people in her group too well, except that several of them had also been classed as the 'violent X' group, but that was fine with her. At the end of the day, who she was with wasn't the main issue for her. The idea of just being a weapon to the director and her buddies got under her skin, but despite that she still couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. Whatever they had to fight, seemed like she'd be free to let loose on it. That was a hell of a lot better than going for other people, and maybe it'd shut down that compulsion for a while.

In keeping with her usual attitude, Zoe didn't look bothered by the situation. Of course she was pretty nervous seeing as they had no idea what kind of things they'd be fighting, but that was overridden by the anticipation of the fight. Although she didn't realise it herself, there was a glimmer in her eyes that could only really be described as bloodlust, making her expression seem almost predatory. It wasn't often that she and her Stigma were in agreement, but if she really did have to go and show her stuff... Well, why not try and have fun with it? All she had to do was keep it together for one little truck ride.