[h1][center][color=9B1007]Prudence Rineheart[/color][/center][/h1]
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While walking up the steps towards the lab, Prudence was busy gabbing on the phone. Not paying attention to anyone around her as she was devoted to the conversation at hand, she nearly hit a guy on a skateboard who shot her the finger as he skated past. She didn't acknowledge him.

"How are classes going?" her father asked on the other side of the phone.

[color=9B1007]"Classes are fine, Dad. That's the fifth time you asked me. I am doing really well."[/color]

Her Dad mumbled something, but continued, "And your new job? How is that going?"

Prudence lied to her parents when she was younger, what child didn't? It didn't mean it was easy to do and she hated doing it. This particular instance called for a lie that was disguised with a hint of truth. Sure, she did technically get a new job, but how could she explain it to her parents that she signed up to take some sort of pill and then acquire superhuman abilities you've only ever read about in comics or seen in movies? This was real life. Her parents would probably institutionalize her.

[color=9B1007]"It's fine Dad. I am enjoying it and it's helping to pay off school. I don't want to be one of those thousands of graduates with tons of loan debt. I seriously got to go, I'm almost at work now."[/color]

Her Dad gave his usual 'I still don't like this' sigh, "All right. One of these days we'll have to come visit. Doesn't that college have a parents day or something?"

Before Prudence could answer she hung up the phone and gave a deep breath. She loved her family, but being the youngest, and especially the only daughter, was more taxing than anything. She pulled her long, blonde hair back into a ponytail and quickly trotted along into the lab.

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As she entered, she noticed a few others arrived before her. Was she late? She hoped not. She nodded at Penelope when she saw her and gave her a small wave. She liked her, she was a good roommate, but she never really got to know her. Since they were both part of this, it might be good. [color=9B1007]"I'm doing all right. Ready to get started,"[/color] she said casually. She sat in a lone chair, not particularly by anyone and waited for what was about to transpire.