[center][h2][color=steelblue] Abel "Abe" Parker [/color][/h2]
Location: Gym / Auditorium [/center]


Abel had been in the gym for nearly an hour by the time everyone got to it. He presently stood in front of the mirror wall, watching his posture as he lowered his body into the twenty-seventh rep of squats. He stopped when his knees were at a ninety-degree angle and hefted the 310 pound set upwards as he returned to an upright posture. He repeated the motion twice more before he heard telltale [i]ding-ding[/i] that always preceded an announcement. He waited for a moment, sweat dripping from his hair and down to his black tank top, on which was forming a ring of sweat. He listened to the instructions given by Elisa with minor annoyance, and sighed when the mysterious PSA ended. Not only were they being subjected to daily evaluations, but now they were going to do it in front of everyone. 

After taking a deep breath, Abel hit the thirtieth rep, the dropped the weight set behind him, the heavy weights hitting the ground with a loud thud against the mat behind him. He was sweating, not because of the squats, but rather the effort of all the combined work of the morning. He could squatted about fifty pounds more than what he'd just had, but he'd found that his sporadic and sudden flashes made lifting higher amounts a little more dangerous for him. He wiped his sweaty palms on his fitting black sweatpants and moved for the doors, leaving the weights on the floor for the mysterious facility crew to clean up.

Since he had no real way to actual protest his captivity, as Ezra had plainly demonstrated earlier this week, Abel had found little ways to show his displeasure. He left his weights laying around, he "accidentally" spilled stuff during eating periods and left it sitting, and other things he thought of in the moment. To his minor frustration, however, he would always return to the cafeteria or gym to see his protest had been cleaned up and returned to its former pristine condition. 

Presently, he made his way to the auditorium where the others had begun to arrive. He spotted Nikolai speaking to Stasya, and Irina speaking to Arthur. He opted to sit behind Irina and Arthur, placing tennis shoe on his knee and leaning back against his chair. It seemed that the moment he got comfortable, it worst torn away. The familiar throbbing of his temples preceded a violent flash of codes. At the beginning, the codes had been in binary. However, he'd begun to notice coding that he recognized as JavaScript, C++, and even basic HTML. This time it came in a combination of C, and C#. Abel didn't personally know how to program in those two languages, but he somehow recognized them. He did, however, know that the two languages were often used to code Operating Systems for most computers and laptops. The codes shifted and revealed a generic screen saver, and Abel guessed that the vision was coming from the computer at the bottom of the room. 

As the pain subsided, Abel managed to keep his swearing in his head, a volume that only Irina might hear. On the outside, however, the young man remained in his calm, laid back posture that he was normally seen in, waiting for Elisa, or Ezra, or... Someone to fill them in further.

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