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Being woken up just a few hours past midnight would have annoyed anyone. But Lily didn't mind. Her dreams had been disturbing. It was full of muddled up memories, some horrifying, some eerily familiar and some downright nonsensical. Being pulled out from that nightmare was better than staying in it. But as soon as she opened her eyes, she promptly sank into her depressive mood. Who'd be happy after seeing those messed up things in her dreams? She rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she put on a loose black shirt that was a size too big for her. It promptly slid off one of her shoulders as she pulled on a pair of light colored jeans. She ran her fingers through her rumpled golden hair in attempt to make it neater. Something she had never achieved and something she didn't really care much about. She slipped her feet into a pair of comfy sneakers and then obediently let herself be herded towards the containment cell below the Institute. The two guards that had come to collect her didn't bother talking to her but she caught a glimpse of one of them glancing at the conspicuous X mark on her neck. The same guard gestured for her to start walking with his gun. They probably feared her... but who cares? It's not like she could do anything much with guns pointed at her. 

She had been in USARILN East for a whole week now and it was the first time that she was being brought somewhere. In her manic mood, she would have been excited and would have thought of it as some sort of field trip. But she was nowhere near a happy mood and just wanted to get it over with so she could disappear somewhere no one will be able to bother her. It was 3 in the morning, after all.

Once in the containment cell, her eyes immediately sought out familiar ones. There was Doc who was calmly sipping his coffee. Being in the same place as he was immediately relaxed her even for a bit. She could never figure out if his power was always turned on or if it was just her familiarity with him that tempered her moods. Whatever it was, she wasn't about to complain. The only other familiar face was the Director's. She wasn't particularly fond of the woman but she was indebted to her for taking her in when she had been injured. Of course, being treated like a prisoner in the guise of being a student wasn't exactly endearing. But who would care? No one came for her. Not a single family member looked for her... if she even had a family in the first place. But considering everything, this place was the closest she will ever get to a home. No matter how unfriendly and hostile it could get. 

She listened to the Director and Doc speak. She felt a guard aim his gun directly at her. He was probably itching to pull the trigger. And truth be told, she didn't really care if he did. And then there was the Director pointing a gun at her. [color=lightcoral][i]Perfectly hostile home,[/i][/color] she thought dryly. She let her eyes wander around for a bit, noting the different faces in the crowd. She didn't really find one that was worth staring at. She yawned. Would she end up being executed because of this happy little gathering? Or would she walk away like nothing happened?