[center][color=a187be][h1] Allison Revel[/h1][/color]
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For Allison Revel, the truck ride was hell. She sat awkwardly, uncomfortably shifting her weight as the vehicle moved along. The cuffs felt heavy on her wrists, though she welcomed the weight. Allison stared at the ground below her, finding it a more comforting view than the pathetic captives that surrounded her; twenty or so subnatural menaces being taken to a secure facility so that they could be kept in check. The entire ordeal was depressing, and more than anything, it was pathetic.

Allison's mind was flooded with thoughts, each of which she tried to ignore. Thoughts of the past few months, of [i]him[/i], of the bleak future that stood before her, and of the urges. Yes, the urges, the lustful ones that poked at her from the back of her skull, seeping into every single thought, every memory, every idea. It didn't help that it was early in the morning, probably not long past midnight, which was definitely the worst time for her. The thoughts that crowded in her head were drowning in the worst that her stigma had to offer. She thought of finding a way of freeing her hands, to try and loosen her mind for a moment, or of someone coming up behind her and... No, no, no, no. She needed to stop herself, control her mind, tighten the leash on her thoughts. Letting them loose wouldn't do anything, she knew that. She needed to control herself. So, she sat there, staring at the ground, shifting around in discomfort, and biting her lip as the thoughts hit her in waves. She was thankful for the presence of those cuffs.

Several times during the ride, she heard one of her fellow passengers speaking up. His comments were stupid and rather annoying. They were there just to fill the silence, and to be honest, Allison preferred the silence. As dumb as his words were, Allison found his voice to be nice. She didn't care enough to see what he looked like, well, she did, but she kept her head down anyway.

At some point, the calm night turned into a minor panic. Allison did end up looking up as they came to a sudden stop, seeing two lightly dressed women passing over them, bathed in a golden light. Precursors. Allison didn't know their names, though she did know enough about them to know that what just passed over her were two precursors. Lightly dressed precursors, at that. Thoughts flooded into her mind, of course, but she was quick to toss them away. The precursors were obviously fighting something, but instead of looking around, Allison just turned her head back down as the transport started moving again.

Outside of a few moments, the entire stretch of time was a blur for Allison, at least in recollection. As it turns out, sitting in a truck whilst chained to a bunch of people you don't know, with your thoughts torturing you as a bonus is not the kind of thing you would want to remember.
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After the arrival, Allison was slightly more calm. Well, as calm as one could be when your a prisoner. The chamber they had been taken to was at least preferable to their transport vehicle. Allison stood in silence as the old woman arrived.

Lina Zhang didn't actually look too old, but Allison found referring to her as such to be slightly amusing, even if it was only to herself. The director started to speak, and Allison listened as carefully as she could.

[color=f7976a]"I am Director Lina Zhang, and from now on I'll play the role of guardian and prison warden to all of you. Generally, welcoming parties at three in the morning are rescheduled for seven in the morning to allow everyone time to sleep. But as I understand it, your convoy ran into some trouble along the way. I'm here to make sure this potential mishap hasn't given any of you thoughts on escaping."[/color]

Allison assumed that she was referring to the whole precursor thing. She wasn't exactly sure how that related to escaping, but maybe that had something to do with whatever the precursors were fighting. Then again, Allison hadn't really considered escape seriously.

When Zhang brought in the firing squad, Allison tensed up a bit. Being surrounded by gun-wielding  soldiers uneased the girl, even though she had been surrounded by several people that those gun-wielding soldiers would probably see as more dangerous for a while now. That was an interesting thought. The soldiers saw the subnaturals as a threat, though they were the ones who were more dangerous at the moment. What did they think of Allison, then? She couldn't kill anyone if she wanted to. Harmless. Were any of them dangerous? Allison didn't know, and the guards probably didn't know either.

[color=f7976a]"As you've realized by now, the cuffs suppress your abilities, and the two nearby without cuffs do not have enough firepower to save you. So here are your options: my soldiers proceed to outfit you with the standard tracking cuffs on your ankles and you do not resist in any way, or I point at any unruly members of the group and they die."[/color]

Zhang was certainly ruthless. She seemed like she had been doing this sort of thing for a while. Allison did not want to get in this woman's way.

[color=f7976a]"Prism has finished dealing with the nearby issue and is on hand for any potential trouble with the new arrivals, but I find it a massive waste of a Precursor's time to deal with trifling matters, so I'll give any of you that wants it an easy exit. Just let me know if you would like to escape. I'm a proponent of free will, after all, and you certainly have the free will to tell me if you'd rather die here than later at Prism's hands."[/color]

Allison kept still, looking forward, hands clenched together. She waited for the event to be over.

[color=f7976a]"I will personally see to your execution, in that event, but I'm also willing to answer any last questions you might have, of course. Feel free to discuss my generous offer with your peers, particularly Lawrence and Lillianna there."[/color]

This was the first time that Allison had noticed the two people that Zhang referred to. Lawrence seemed quite calm and collected. He seemed to not care about what was going on around him, more focused on the cup of coffee in his hands. Allison hated coffee, the stuff was too bitter. Why had people chosen coffee as the best vehicle for morning caffeine? Lawrence seemed like a decent person to hang around, other than the whole coffee-drinking thing, and Allison would have tried to initiate conversation with him if it wasn't for the whole oppressively terrifying aura of the situation.
The other person, Lillianna, was quite small. In fact, she looked like a child. Allison was sure that the girl couldn't be much older than thirteen. Would they really lock away a child? Of course they would, these are the people who are willing to point guns at a crowd of unarmed, heavily restrained people just because they might be slightly dangerous.

Before she realized it, Allison's face shifted into a scowl. She quickly shoved off this expression, returning to a more neutral one. Allison looked away from Lillianna, sure that she would speak to the girl at later date. Of course, given Zhang's words, Allison was free to speak to them now, but Allison felt that that was far from wise.

While Allison stayed quiet, others were not so apprehensive. The first to speak was a young man who was a bit taller than Allison. His skin was pale, and he seemed rather thin. Nothing about him really stuck out to Allison, as even his question was rather reasonable. What Allison was interested by was the response from the coffee-drinker, Lawrence.

[color=00ffbb]"Yeah, it sounds like the stupid sort of obvious lie you'd hear from a movie villain, but it's true in a sense. If you try to fight back, you will be killed, and until that was made perfectly clear to you guys it would almost be unfair to give you the opportunity to do so at all. Once we're finished with the orientation and you really understand the consequences of your actions, your freedoms will expand considerably, so please try to be patient for a bit. I know it sucks, I was in the same spot a year ago. But, now as you can see I'm here, so it does get better. I'd say you get about as much freedom as your average boarding school student, which isn't too terrible compared to, say, a life in chains. As long as you follow the rules then USARILN East won't really care what you get up to in your free time. You'll even get some spending money every month and be able to walk around town."[/color]

She found his words to be reassuring, and she felt slightly more comfortable with the guns pointed at the group of subnaturals. 

[color=palevioletred]"In case we try to escape? Oh, of course. Nothing makes me want to run free more than knowing there's a bunch of creatures out there that could kill me in two seconds flat. But as long as we're being chained up for our own good, that's fine. Gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling inside, you know? I didn't think they cared."[/color]

The second person to speak was a girl who was, amusingly, taller than the pale kid. She spoke her mind, seeming pretty annoyed by the whole situation. She had an air of confidence around her. The first word that came to Allison's mind was "dominant", and that felt like a perfect way to describe her. Allison was definitely interested.

[color=cyan]“I would prefer not to die today, if that’s possible.”[/color]

Next was a boy who looked, for lack of a better word, dead, which was ironic given his statement. He looked like the corpse of a tall man that had gotten up and started talking. Though, he did have nice hair.

[color 33ec06]"Um, yeah, Queen Stick, question over here! Can I get my mandatory criminal ankle bracelet in chestnut? Anything else tends to clash with my eyes."  [/color]

The next person to speak spoke sarcastically, the same annoying words and decent voice that had remained in her mind from the truck ride. Now that Allison had a look at him, she didn't know how to feel about him. Of course, there were thoughts about what to do with him that floated in the back of her mind, but they were dulled by the whole situation. His face was scarred, and Allison wasn't sure if that was good or bad. It kind of looked cool, but he seemed to be a really obnoxious person, and scars didn't really look that good on obnoxious people.

[color=#ff57ff]"...I wonder how rooming will work..." [/color]

A girl about Allison's height said something, but it seemed like little more than thinking out loud. The girl was thin, and that was all that Allison could tell from looking at her. She didn't really say much, and that really prevented Allison from getting any semblance of her personality. She was kind of cute, though.

[color=662d91]"Why are you threatening us with a firing squad, and inviting us to be executed? Didn't some of them volunteer, and this is how you treat them? We're valuable tools for the government, aren't we? You shouldn't be so willing to throw us away just so you can look credible."[/color]

"Ma ithis, nar chacair!" 

The next few to speak were a tall, dangerous-looking girl, who's words were both reasonable and accusatory, and an angry girl who shouted something in a language that definitely wasn't English. Multiple people stepped away from the dangerous girl when Allison noticed that she had slipped from her cuffs, and she decided to join in on the craze, spreading the distance between them slightly.

[color=6ecff6]"It's true that some. . . subnaturals have caused problems, done terrible things even. But many of us have done nothing wrong. Some came here voluntarily, or even wanted to come. Why are we all being treated like criminals?"[/color]

[color=9e0039]“We’re just like wild animals to them! They don’t care who you are, how old you are or where you come from! We’re monsters. Monsters to be tamed and disposed of, nothing less. However, that doesn’t mean I won’t cooperate. Just… give me some work to be done so I can’t think too much about it. Hell, I admit that I’ll even do like the poor fuckers out there this morning and help in saving your Regulars’ sorry asses if I don’t get shot at before then.” [/color]

An athletic girl who seemed to be Indian, or something similar, spoke in agreement with the dangerous girl. Allison saw where the two of them were coming from, though she still kept quiet. A loud woman who was the epitome of a metal-head responded in a seemingly angry fashion, though she also seemed to be at least somewhat reasonable. 

[color=a2d9ce]"Just wanna go to sleep."[/color]

[color=8493ca]"I-I'll...w-wear the ankle cuff. P-please don't k-kill me."[/color]

An athletic woman with blue hair mumbled something, but Allison couldn't make it out. A young man spoke shakily, and Allison saw the cowardly boy as somewhat amusing. Messing with him might be kind of fun.


[color=gold]"Can i please not be shot for what the others are doing? I'll take the ankle cuff willingly as well, just to be clear on the matter."[/color]

The next to speak was a young man who seemed calm and collected. He was being pretty reasonable. Multiple people in the group seemed to represent a danger to the rest. Allison didn't want to get hit by a bullet because someone else decided to do something stupid. Sure, Allison didn't really want to be here, even if she did come here voluntarily, but that didn't mean dying was better. Her being here was all [i]his[/i] fault. [i]He[/i] ruined everything and then [i]he[/i] disappeared. Why...

Allison stopped herself from thinking about it, and continued to look around at her fellow prisoners in silence. 

[color=silver]" I'm ok with getting that ankle thing on me. No problem. I just have to ask you something, Director Zhang. When will be allowed to roam freely into the school it self? "[/color]

A tall red-haired girl asked a reasonable question, one that the coffee-drinker had partially answered earlier, but it was still worth hearing the answer to. Allison considered asking a question of her own, but as she probed her mind, she found that the only questions she had weren't really worth asking. It was just easier to stay quiet. She'd much rather wait, and keep those questions until they were necessary. So, Allison Revel silently stood chained to a bunch of strangers with guns pointed at them.