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Walking out from the hospital, Angel watched in the distance the group of people that had seemed to have gathered around and were following the walking miracle Precursor. It would be a lie to say she wasn't interested the slightest in him. She had been curious as to the reason why such an important asset to the government was deployed over here and checked in for healing a group of newly arrived misfits into this so called "school for subnaturals". But to gather around him like a bunch of groupies? That wasn't her style.

With nothing immediately coming into mind, Angélique opted to go back to her room. Much happened tonight, and while she was not tired, she felt she needed some peace and quiet, relax and re-center herself. Best place she thought of was her room, or her prison cell as she'd call it. And so, her feet brought her to the complex housing all the Aberrations of the campus, the less fancy of the two glass-like apartment complex. She recalled her room's location, third floor, number 300, easy to remember.

As strange as it would seem, when she entered her room, the raven-haired Aberration saw her room for the first time. The first time she entered this place, she was too emotionally wrecked to even notice the details of her room. Hell, she didn't even recall crawling down to her bed and sleep. But now that she had a clarity of mind, she noticed the finer details of her room. It was quite small, a bed and a desk. The walls of the room were made of that same material they keep using for trucks, cuffs and other stuff. Whatever this material was, it was prized here, and made Angélique curious about its properties.

Scanning her room thoroughly after switching on the lights, Angel noticed the pile of papers scattered all across the desk. Taking a seat over there, she began reading the content of those documents. She let out a snide scoff when she saw the various tests. What a farce. Those placement tests were just a façade to give the illusion they would be attending school, while the higher-ups would laugh behind their back and send the 'precious' students to die on the field of battle against monsters of all kinds.  

Tossing the placement papers aside, now Angel got to the more interesting part. Request forms to use Ground Zero, whatever that place was, and additional supplies. filling in the request to use the violent release zone first, Angel then paused when she looked at what she would actually need. From one of the papers, it states that the ID card she had been provided with - which she still hasn't found yet underneath the pile of papers scattered on the desk - it was charged with 500$ per month. Thinking about it carefully, if they had half-a-thousand in monthly expenses, and had a acquisition request form, Angel guessed that paper was meant to request things that she couldn't usually get her hands on, or was tremendously out of reach financially wise. 

Thinking about money, the ex-Rockstar thought about her wallet, thinking about how shameful it was to have lost it. In fact, she didn't lose it, it wa confiscated by the local police office at the town she was giving concert in. 

In her daze, Angéiique's eyes fell upon the duffel bag lying on the ground next to her bed. Had it always been here? Raising a curious eyebrow, the young woman got up from her chair and slowly walked towards her bed, grabbing the duffel bag before emptying its small content onto the bad. 

Well she'd be damned. Her wallet was in there, and so was her cellphone. Checking the content of her black leather wallet, she was delighted to see that everything was just the way she left it. Her driver's license, her hospital and Canadian healthcare cards, her debit and credit cards, and even the hundred dollars she uses in emergencies were there. Looking at her bank's cards, Angel wondered if her accounts were still functional. While 500$ was neat, she figured that if she needed something really more expensive, her bank account would provide the money she needed. Before her career went to shit because of this accident, she had managed to gather a rather large sum of money. Sure, she might not be a millionaire like some other artists from her line of works, but that didn't mean she was broke after all.

With her smartphone in hand, the most recent Samsung Galaxy model that had come out this year, she was curious about many things. First, to see if the phone was working. And indeed, it was. The raven-haired singer remembered that she had closed her phone just before heading towards the concert hall, to prevent any awkward buzzing during her performance. Throughout the week, it had remained closed, and so the battery was almost fully charged. Well, it looked like her luck still hasn't completely left her, ironically. 

Having thought about money just now, Angel wanted to know what was her bank account amounting to. As soon as she turned her phone upon, she was assaulted by notifications and messages that had been left to her while she was gone. Good god, there were so many of them, it would take hours to read through all of them. But business needed to come first. Angel was surprised to see this campus actually had Wi-Fi and a functioning network. 

Visiting her bank's website, she had the horror of finding out that her bank account was left completely empty. Cleared of debts, but also cleared of savings. She literally had 0$ showing up on her screen, as if her bank account was virgin new. Suffice to say, Angélique was pissed mad about it, and wanted to know the reason why it was empty, but that would mean she would have to skim throughout thousands of messages in her inbox.

She was just about to toss her phone away from frustration, but then she remembered about the acquisition request form on the desk. Alright, so buying expensive stuff was really out of reach now. It felt just like returning to her kiddo years. So, she had to consider what was worth buying, ordering, and requesting.

Taking one of the exams she previously tossed earlier, Angel listed what she needed and priorities. Priorities were clothes, seeing she was just walking around with a bra and a single pair of blood-soaked black jeans, and bathroom products - which she was really overdue to take a shower. Anything else, she could live without for the moment, but seeeing how things went today, she felt like she would need to get a firearm to protect herself and the others in case her powers were useless. She could do with snacks too, and a few decorations to spruce up her room.

Thinking about today's events, Angel stopped in her tracks. She took a moment to think about all the casualties, the comrades she had, the deaths that had occured, her new life here. What would be the future from now on? Will she stay here until she dies after her use had come to an end, or would she meet the same horrible fate that happened to Alexis.

Her fists clenched, her teeth gritted, Angel removed her shades to set the up on the desk as she went to rest her face on her closed hands. She didn't want to die. She didn't want any more friends dying. But she couldn't do much. All she could do was bring death with her voice, not help people.

[color=f7976a][i]Pathetic excuse of a leader...[/i][/color]

Angel's head raised from her knuckles, trying to find the source of those whispers.

[color=f7976a][i]Everyone around you will die, because you are weak...[/i][/color]

Glancing around, Angélique's eyes finally stopped on her pair of shades that were set on the desk, facing her.

[color=9e0039]"No... I..."[/color]

[color=f7976a][i]You are weak, unable to protect your friends.[/i][/color]

[color=9e0039]"S-stop!"[/color]

[color=f7976a]You let one of them die, and you caused 2 other deaths.[/color]

[color=9e0039]"That’s not true!"[/color]
    
[color=f7976a][i]You are a murderer. Your selfishness will be the death of all.[/i][/color]

[color=9e0039]"ENOUGH!"[/color]
   
This sudden outburst violently sent the papers flying everywhere in the room, her shades being thrown out towards the bed, and the pen she had been writing with went flying so fast it actually embedded itself in the wall. Even the desk itself loudly smashed against the wall, no too damaged, but splinters were now visible from where it had collided against the wall and even the legs seemed wobblier than before. 

Looking at the room now in a mess, calm had returned to her room, although the black-haired Canadian felt in a shittier mood than before. 

[color=9e0039][i]I... need some fresh air.[/i][/color] 

Angélique stormed out of her room and headed outside. The air outside was cold, fit for a September night. The cold breeze washing over the girl's bare back gave her goosebumps, shuddering a little. Thinking over it, maybe it was a bad idea to use her whole shirt as a bandage, not to mention medical help had arrived not even 5 minutes after she had done so. But the deed was done, there was no point in lamenting her now lightly covered torso. 

Walking outside, her stomach began rumbling, reminding vividly the teen she hasn’t eaten anything for a while now, and it was just about time to eat. Was the cafeteria open at this time of the night? Time to find out, she desperately needed something to sate this ravenous hunger. 

Walking through the campus, she was intercepted by a guard who walked up straight towards her, gun in hand. 

[color=f7976a]"Subnatural, what are you doing outside your room at this time? Curfew is at 2300."[/color] 

The guard's grip on his gun tightened as he straight up noticed the very exposed black X on Angélique's naked throat.

[color=9e0039]"What really? I wasn't aware we were still at kindergarten."[/color]

[color=f7976a]"Don't make me repeat myself, subnatural. Go back to your room, or we'll escort you over there personally, by force if needed."[/color] 

Angélique's face turned into an aggravated frown towards the man's warning. There was no fucking way she was going back to her room with an empty stomach, and she'd let that guy know exactly that.

[color=9e0039]"Look here, bud. I've had a fucking day. I wake up to the sounds of alarms blasting late in the night, you guys fucking shove me into a truck to send me and my teams to die on a battlefield straight up on the first day we come here. And now you want to isolate me in my room while I didn't have fucking time to get something to eat? I'm game with your curfew, if that's a necessity, but at least let me grab a bite before I turn in for the night."[/color]

The guard remained silent in front of the angsty teen taking it out on him. After she was done speaking, the man held up his index, motioning her to wait as he got his phone out of his pocket and dialed a number.

[color=f7976a]"Night patrol here. With the curfew-breaking student signaled. She's looking for food. Yeah, apparently, she's one of the students sent this evening. Alright, will do."[/color] 

[color=f7976a]"You're cleared to go to the cafeteria to get your meal. Since it's your first day, and under the circumstances, you have until midnight to get back to your room. You still got eyes on you, so I'd suggest you make it quick."[/color]

Angélique nodded apprehensively. Well, at least not everyone here was unreasonable. With the guard walking away but still keeping an eye on her, Angel resumed her walk towards the dining hall. 

Reaching the cafeteria, she was greeted by a half-asleep looking guy behind a counter. He grumbled something about being disturbed from his sweet sleep and whatnot. Of course, it had to be a fucking Aberration that decided to get her late-night meal during a week day. 

[color=f7976a]"ID..."[/color]

Angel raised an eyebrow quizzically, wondering what the guy wanted with his extended hand.

[color=f7976a]"Your student ID card..."[/color]

Realizing just now what he meant, the raven-haired youth provided the card from one of her pants' pockets. The guy grumpily seized the card from the girl's hands and swiftly swept it in his machine before handing it back to its owner. 

[color=f7976a]"Plenty of leftovers left heating up. Don't take too long, you're being monitored."[/color]

The guy labeled Jason went to a nearby table and slouched on a chair, visibly tired. 

[color=f7976a]"And I'm beat. Just want to go back to sleep."[/color]

Angélique shrugged at the sight and went towards the food counters. For a place serving leftovers this late at night, it sure was impressive the sheer amount of different food that was being served. There was so much variety, the hungry X-marked girl was at a loss of what she would be eating. While she was famished, she needed something light for the night. Maybe toasts, croissants, chocolate bread? Grabbing anything that comes into mind, by the end of her selection, she had chosen a large variety of pastries, coupled with a cup of dark and strong coffee. 

Just as she was almost done with her meal, she eyed the guards that had suddenly come quickly into the cafeteria, heading in the direction.

[color=9e0039][i]Oh shit... took too long.[/i][/color]

The guards stopped right in front of her, two in number. 

[color=f7976a]"You've well over extended your curfew. Go back to your room immediately."[/color]

One of the gun probed the subnatural with his rifle, pressing her to get up and move. 

[color=9e0039]"No need to fucking point that gun at me. Sheesh, chill out mates."[/color] 

Angel sighed annoyingly and grabbed the leftovers from her plates before downing what wa left of her coffee in one gulp. She then started walking towards her room all the while feeling the occasional gun being shoved behind her back.

Entering her room, she didn't even give the guards their satisfaction of being smug pricks, she slammed her room's door behind her as she stepped inside. With a stomach full and a few leftover pastries to snack on while she pulled an all-nighter, she was good to go to fill in these papers.

Gathering back the strewn exams and request forms across her room, she placed the exams into one neat discared pile, while the more relevant papers were sorted out on a different pile. Ground Zero has already been cleared, it was time to fill in the additional miscellaneous requests. While she had been eating at the cafeteria, she had thoroughly thought about this, about what she would need that she couldn’t buy with her meager 500$ of monthly expenses. She needed to know about the others, a tool to protect herself and the others, ways to train herself. 

Retrieving the pen embedded into the wall, she watched curiously the hole in the wall fixing itself over time. Now that was the reason why this material was used at USARILN. Well, now wasn't the time to contemplate a hole fixing itself. She had other things to do:


[hider=Acquisitions Request Entries]
-Profiles and background information on the students who arrived on September 3rd.

-IMI Desert Eagle Mark XIX with .4 ammunition.

-Clearance to use firearms at Ground Zero and restricted areas at the training grounds.
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Setting up the acquisition request document over the Ground Zero clearance paper, Angel took a bite into the chocolate croissant she brought from the cafeteria, letting a soft hum of delight. Reminding herself of the morning breakfasts she often had with her band eating those, Angel recalled having promised a dinner to Green Team just before getting out to the battlefield.  With all the events unfolding tonight, nobody was in the mood to talk to each other, especially not after Zoe's outburst after the fight.

Still, she felt like she owed something to her team. She promised them a meal, and by God she will go through this idea.

She took out a few sheets of exams from the discarded pile and placed them in front of her.

[@Holy Grail]
[hider=Aaron]
Hey there Aaron,

Remember when I promised everyone to a meal after the fight? I've decided to treat you all to some traditional cuisine from my home.

I know you might not be on best terms with Zoe, but for the sake of unity, I hope to see you at the dinner. Meet me at the cafeteria at 5 PM September 6th.

See you soon,
~Angélique
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[@Lasrever]
[hider=Zoe]
Greetings Zoe,

Back when we were just about to enter the fight, I had promised you all to a meal after we would come back from this mission. While the circumstances weren't the best afterwards, and it was already quite late, I figured I will hold true to my words and invite you all to test my hometown's cooking.

Things have been rough that night, and perhaps you might not really want to talk to the others after what happened, but I'd really like to see you with us. If you want to, I'll be waiting at the cafeteria, September 6th at 5 PM.

I hope to see you there,
~Angélique
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[@VarionusNW]
[hider=Allison]
Hello there Allison

You remember when I told everyone I'd treat them to a meal after the fight would be over? Well, I decided that on September 6th at 5 PM, I’ll treat you all to some well-deserved traditional cooking.

We haven't had much opportunity to discuss ever since the fight, so I hope to see you and the others at the cafeteria.

See you later,
~Angélique
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[@canaryrose]
[hider=Savannah]
Dear Savannah,

I don't know if you remember, but before we got thrown out into battle last night, I had cheered up on promising everyone a meal after we were done with this battle. Things did not go as expected, but we came out through that ordeal, and I intend to stay true to my words.

I will be organizing a traditional cook out for you guys to enjoy at your hearts' content. If you are interested, meet me at 5 PM, September 6th. 

Hope to see you,
~Angélique
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[@dragonmancer]

[hider=Christopher]
Hi Chris,

I've been thinking of organizing a tradionnal cookout meal of my own, since I did promised to treat you guys to a meal after we come back from battle. If you'Re available, I shall be waiting for you at the cafeteria, on September 6th at 5 PM.

I haven't really properly thanked you for saving me back there, so I hope you will be coming.

Seee you soon,
~Angélique
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With the letters done, now all that she had to do was wait until the curfew was lifted so she could deliver those letters to her old teammates. Truly, she wanted to see them and bring them together for a joyful dinner altogether, perhaps mend the splinters that had formed between them. 

Placements tests were 'done', if one would consider writing letters on the back of those sheets as being finished. Her request forms were all completed and signed. On the back of another exam sheet, a list of groceries had been written with a budget-like table drawn further down the page. Invitations were written, now waiting to be delivered. Pretty much everything was taken care of. 

It was in now the early hours of the morning. Angélique yawned, but didn't feel so tired. Serious business taken care of, she could now try to catch up with everything she missed this past week. Her Facebook, Twitter, professional and personal e-mails, they were all flooded with messages from fans, family and business partners alike.

For sure, that would take her a while to read all of them.


*A few hours later*


Before she knew it, morning already came through the windows from Angélique's room. She had spent to much of her time catching up with everything that she had missed for a whole week, she didn't notice time flying by so quickly. After a relaxing stretch of both her arms and legs, she yawned and looked outside her window, realizing the morning sun had already risen from its slumber and was illuminating the sky. For a moment, she had considered going to sleep, but she remembered the sight she had seen from the mirror in this floor's common bathroom. She was in desperate need of new clothes. Her pants were soaked in blood, and she was actually just walking around the campus with only a bra as her top wear. Thankfully it was night, but she realized that now it was day and she would attract more than a fair share of unwanted stares.

[color=9e0039][i]Guess the shops should be open by now...[/i][/color]

But before going outside shopping, there was a need Angel felt from reflex after usually waking up. Taking a shower. All night long, she didn't leave her room as she worked on her various paperwork and reading/listening through all of her messages. But now, as she was about to leave, she could smell the horrible stench of sweat, dirt and blood mixed throughout her skin. Not only did she smelled bad, she looked bad. Stains of dirt and blood dirtied her skin, her hair was greasy and sullied, she really needed to wash herself off this filth.

Unfortunately, it had been said that X-marked students shared a communal bathroom. While the idea of sharing a common bathroom didn't please her, there was not much choice for right now. Swiftly going to the bathroom, Angel spotted some basic cleaning care products that have been left over in the bathroom.

Looking over her naked body through the large glass, Angel realized how this last week did her terrible. While she still had that curvy silhouette and a well-toned body of someone athletic, she lost a lot of weight, TOO much weight. Her bones weren’t showing like a girl suffering from anorexia, but she found herself lacking fat. Sure, some people like very skinny girl, but that wasn't her gig. She preferred a little more meat around the bone.

Shower time was quite lengthy. Angélique took a lot of time scrubbing off all the impurities off her body and her hair. She was so sullied, the water flowing around her feet turned brown before reaching for the drain. In the end, she was clean as a newborn babe, her skin returning to its smooth light-toned glory and her hair to its black luster. 

What she wasn't very happy with though it wearing the same set of underwear and pants she had been sporting for over a weak. They caught the worse of the dirt, and didn't smell exactly as fresh as she did. But she had to wear them nonetheless, else she would parade naked around campus.

Going back into her room, Angel shoved her phone, wallet and student Id into her pockets before leaving once more with a small pile of papers in hands. A few of those papers were neatly folded, others were left like she received them. Before going shopping, she figured she'd get this business out of the way.

Leave the building complex housing the Aberrations, Angel left towards the registrar offices, which were only a small walk away from her building, basically right next to it. It didn't take her long to enter the building a face the receptionist on the other side of the counter.

[color=9e0039]"Yo. Got my request forms filled in, ready to be approved by your higher-ups. I got letters to deliver to a few students as well, don't know if you're the right person to deal with this."[/color]

[color=f7976a]"Yes, we can do that."[/color]

Angel handed the papers to the receptionist, which she took and scanned over quickly, be it request documents or letters. The office lady raised an eyebrow as she read the letters.

[color=f7976a]"Got the full name for the recipients?"[/color]

[color=9e0039]"Errr, no? Well, they're all students that had been enrolled yesterday. Surely you can find their full name going off from that."[/color]

The receptionnist scoffed at the proposal. Great, more useless searching for a clueless Aberration. Don't kids these days introduce to each other using their full names? Looking through her computer, she pinpointed the information by searching for the most recent students. So, the girls the letters were addressed to were all X-marks, while the boys were all white-marks. Strange coincidence, still a pain to send to two different buildings.

[color=f7976a]"Alright, we'll be taking care of this. You can go."[/color] 

Finally, with the papers all being taken care of, she can finally go to town to shop for some new clothing.