[center][h3][color=silver]Vivian "Silver Curse" Adler[/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr]
Vivian awoke in her cell, strumming her hands gently on the floor. She liked to imagine that if she concentrated enough, she would create a small earthquake. The resulting chaos would allow her to escape, and just as the chimichanga obsessed vigilante of comics hunted down those who had wronged him, so would she spear and tear everyone who had wronged her. 

[color=silver]"Oh, you're coming in to feed me today?"[/color] Vivian laughed, watching as the door began to open. [color=silver]"Someone grew a pair of balls since yesterday! Is that your gift, then?"[/color]

Cackling, Vivian grinned, her black eyes almost looking demonic. Had her arms been free, she would have given herself a high five. Instead, her dirty white hair fell into her mouth, and she spat, attempting in vain to get it free. [i]Damn. There goes the intimidation factor.[/i] 

"I'm not here to intimidate you, Ms. Adler," a man chuckled, entering the cell.

Vivian cursed under her breath. This was it, then. One of her enemies had finally convinced the government it was time for her to be executed. She never had killed anyone... not intentionally, at least. All she had done was steal high priced items. She was good at it--perhaps the only thing she ever was good at.

"You can be great at something else," the man went on. He looked like every stereotypical agent to her, with his hair ridiculously combed back, and the same suit that every FBI poser wore to speak with clients. She avoided his gaze, aware already of his hidden power. 

[color=silver]"Am I getting a cell mate?"[/color] Vivian taunted. [color=silver]"Do you want the bottom bunk? Or would you prefer to share?"[/color]

The doctor paid no attention to her biting remarks. Instead, he went on to explain the initiative, that in exchange for being freed from prison, she would become part of an elite task force. It sounded a bit like the Suicide Squad to her--she'd stolen her fair share of comic books from nerds in high school--and she scoffed, rolling her eyes.

[color=silver]"You're letting [i]us[/i] out?"[/color] Vivian laughed. [color=silver]"You've got to be joking! It's guilty until proven innocent around here, and I'm sorry, but I don't see anyone actually standing up for us."[/color]

"I'm offering you a second chance, Ms. Adler," the doctor continued. "I'm very aware of what you've done, Ms. Adler but... Look at this as a way to clean the slate."

Vivian paused. She didn't care for humans. There was no reason for her to want to die for anyone else. [i]They[/i] had locked [i]her[/i] up.... Regardless of the fact that she had indeed committed a grand total of crimes, she hated them for it.

[color=silver]"I get out of here, yeah?"[/color] Vivian asked, though it was more of a statement. [color=silver]"I'm game, Mr. Smith... Or whatever your name is... Is your first name Agent?"[/color]

The doctor gave her the briefest of smiles, and with a motion, the guard released her. Cracking her knuckles and rolling her neck, Vivian smirked, enjoying the feeling of being able to move again. Had it not been for the fact that the guards could easily eliminate her, she might have considered escaping, using the cover of a prison riot.

But no matter. She'd have her chance. Pushing aside her thoughts of future mutiny, Vivian fell into the crowd of other Gifted individuals. She saw a rad looking girl with tentacle arms, a man with far too much armor on for one individual, and a smaller girl who appeared to be purely white. All of them compiled their way into the elevator, and in a moment, it shot up, revealing something that appeared to be more alien technology than human technology. Had it been human, Vivian was certain it would have been a giant iPod.

[color=silver]"This is such an Avengers rip-off!"[/color] Vivian cackled, enjoying the feel of the breeze on her face.

This was going to be fun.