[center] [h2] [color=Steelblue] Abel "Abe" Parker [/color] [/h2] [/center]

[center] [h3] Location: White Room > Abel's Room > Gym [/h3] [/center]

Abel and Ezra were finished a half-hour later. The man had taken a swab of DNA and now moved to leave. Abel stood up, frustrated from the berating questions and evaluations. [color=steelblue]"So you're just gonna leave me here? When can I go home? What kind of "tests" will I have to go through?"[/color] He demanded in an angered tone.

[b]"You'll find out the answer to every one of those questions when it's the right time."[/b] Ezra said, then turned went through the door. Abel reluctantly acknowledged that the stubborn jerk wouldn't give him any more information, so he gave up, but then called to him again.

[color=Steelblue]"Hey!"[/color] A moment passed and the large man filled the doorframe, his eyebrows raised. [color=steelblue]"I... I need clothes..."[/color] He said, momentarily glancing to his bare chest.

Ezra smiled slightly, and hefted a short laugh.[b]"The wardrobe in your sleeping quarters is fully stocked."[/b] He answered and disappeared into the corridor. 

Abel waited a moment, pacing a few steps, then dashing into the hallway, hoping he wasn't too late to follow Ezra. He was, however, too late. The massive man was nowhere to be seen. He swore under his breath, shaking his head lightly.

Defeated, the young man returned to the room he'd woken up in. He crossed the room to the closet, slinging it open. His eyebrows creased as he observed the contents of the wardrobe. It was stocked with everything he would put in his closet. Jeans, soccer pants, henlies, long-sleeved shirts, boots, running shoes... This was weird... They apparently knew how he dressed as well. 

He sighed, stepping out of his sweat pants, which he felt he'd been wearing for a week. He grabbed a pair of well-fitting jeans and slid them on. He took a blue henley shirt and slid it over his torso, pulling the sleeves to the base either forearm. After stepping into a pair of low-cut boots, he laced them, then sat down on his bed. He breathed a slow and relaxed sigh, an awkward sense of comfort coming from being properly dressed. 

He swallowed and stood, exiting the room. He wound the hallways, looking for some other people - preferably Irina or Nikolai or both. He stopped at a door that opened to a gym with weight machines. He swore as he saw a guy, pressing an unholy amount of weight on a bench. [color=Steelblue]"Jesus Christ... I assume you've got super strength?"[/color] He asked, stepping into the gym, but leaving distance between himself and the other guy. 

[@Gonzo]