[center][h2][color=0095FF][u][i][b]/Grant Rotem\[/b][/i][/u][/color][/h2]

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	Grant stood amongst the group of chained subnaturals that appeared to be around his age, glancing at them for only seconds at a time from beneath his lazy, lidded eyes. His hands were hot and sweaty within his pockets, feeling a certain nervousness that wouldn't leave, but the only indication of it were his own two hands that he hid. As his eyes wandered randomly now through the transparent walls around him, he would watch the scenery go by, if you can call it a scenery. The only thought that crossed his mind was simple. [color=0095FF][i]How long until we get there?[/i][/color] He was already getting sick of the tense atmosphere, which only grew once the fighting began. He dared not to move with the guards, and he just kept still, though he was curious enough to keep his eye on the fight that he could see. Once the truck got moving again, it wasn't long before he and the others reached the destination.

	When ordered out of the truck, he complied, as if he even had a choice. He trudged out and walked with the line... Once they were herded into the blank chamber, he gazed around, and yet nothing caught his eye, aside from the other subnaturals that he was brought here with. After a few more long, drawn-out minutes, a woman finally came to give her speech. First few sentences out of her mouth, and he already knew that he wasn't going to particularly like her, but he was too focused on listening that he didn't react on that light hatred growing in his mind. No questions popped up in his mind, and he didn't really put much effort into thinking of any anyway, after she was done speaking, so he remained silent, waiting for anyone else to speak up, which someone did.