[center][color=gold][h3]Aaron Erikson[/h3][/color][/center]

While the ride in the truck, the laser light show put on by the two Precursors, and the shadowy and deadly nature of the monsters that seemed similar to those of the Precursor named Menagerie (who he had heard of in the news years ago) had all been interesting twists along what seemed to be a "bizarre" sort of trip to the facility they were being taken to, Aaron had hoped that once they had arrived they would at least be able to get in quickly so they could get through the entrance things and maybe get out of the cuffs they were all inked together by. If nothing else, he had hoped to get into one of his games and maybe cook some fried chicken to try to help him adjust once he got the chance to go to whatever room he was assigned to. 

Yet this did not seem to happen as he had hoped. Upon being walked into a containment room, threatened, and then having guns pointed at them, multiple people in the "chain gang" they had been all strung up in decided to do some things he admittedly thought were nothing short of "stupid" right now. From a Irish-accented girl shouting random words, which for all any of them knew were how she used her magic, to multiple people barking out and snapping back at [i]the armed and dangerous people pointing guns at them[/i], Aaron felt it possible from what was happening alone that a number of the people around him seemed (to his perspective) wanted to "die" or get one of the others killed. Personally, he really did not want to die because of that. He really, really did not want to die because "Mr./Ms. Gloom and Doom" and company shouted out at the people who seemed more than willing to kill any of them. For pity's sake, to avoid himself or his own mother being shot by some person he didn't know just because Aaron himself had become a "subnatural" was one reason he had come here willingly and voluntarily. 

If nothing else, though, Aaron felt it was interesting for a moment when the one girl in their chain gang slipped off her cuffs somehow, the skinny, amber-eyed boy leaning over and looking at her with a raised eyebrow in slight surprise at the scene, before pulling his head back to avoid possible bullets and letting out a sigh. Looking at the person to his immediate right in their chain gang after this, he looked as the seemingly terrified and quivering boy spoke about just getting the ankle cuff and not being killed on the spot. Unlike like some of the other people it seemed, to Aaron, that this was among one of the few people who did not want to die here. Sure, to Aaron he looked like he was about to "pee his pants" if anything went down, but at least he seemed to have a little sense around him at this point in time. Beyond that, a better look by Aaron down both sides of the chain gang allowed him to see a few more of the people who seemed to not be speaking out or doing random things that could get them killed. 

[color=gold]"Can i please not be shot for what the others are doing?"[/color] the brown haired boy said, raising a hand in a cautious manner, a light clank of his own cuffs and chains happening as he did so as he spoke to the woman with a gun who had been speaking to them in a rather threatening manner, [color=gold]"I'll take the ankle cuff willingly as well, just to be clear on the matter."[/color]

[color=gold][i]'And hopefully i don't get a bullet in my brain in a moment. That would probably be the best thing right now, eh?'[/i][/color] the boy thought to himself afterwards, a displeased look working its way onto his face as he glanced back at the slight bit of chaos going on with his fellow "chain gang members" at the moment.