[Center][h1][u][Color=A52A2A]Bailey Collins[/color][/u][/h1]
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Cafeteria -- Room

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[Color=A9A9A9] Well, Bailey had never been to California. So there was no connection there at least. He'd almost venture the illness was a product of contamination, after all lake Michigan was a vortex of foulness that promptly killed any life that dared to attempt to grow there but Bailey wouldn't dare step foot in those waters. He had begun to pick lightly at his salad as he listened to the chatter. His mind pouring over all the obscure details, looking for some hidden clue when the intercom above buzzed to life. 

He winced at the intrusion. There was something unpleasant about the way they distorted someone's voice, turning their tone to a more cold and distant figure. [Color=A52A2A][i]'I guess that's all we're going to learn today.'[/i][/color] Around him everyone had started getting up and heading to their rooms. A flicker of panic ran through him. Everyone seemed so obedient, were they blinding following into some sort of trap? He could feel a tendril of ice shiver down his spine. [Color=A52A2A][i]'No.'[/i][/color] He shook his head as he took up his own plate. It was too soon to panic. Too soon to fall into the paranoia and fear that came from sudden change. 

He passed off his dishes to a nearby worker and trudged out into the hall. Bailey wanted to remain positive. That what lay ahead would bring him to new heights and possibly new goals. [Color=A52A2A][I]'Yeah because ALL superheroes have a warm and fuzzy backstory.'[/i][/color] his mind quipped as it held onto that tendril of hesitation. He flexed his hands once more before adjusting his glasses. Those were stories. Works of fiction and while this was beyond the realm of normal. It was still very much so reality. 

Slowly the boy ambled up the hall, inspecting each door as he searched for his name and number. [Color=A52A2A]"Ah. Eleven, yes."[/color] there was a fracture of hesitation as he reached towards the door. Everything else was beyond lush, so would his room reflect that? Or would it be like a prison? [Color=A52A2A][i]'Only one way to find out!'[/i][/color]

Sucking in a deep breathe he swung open the door and stepped inside. [Color=A52A2A]"Damn..."[/color] he breathed. The room was bathed in soft light, the colors sharp and modern like the rest of the facility. Everything was tidy and put away. Shutting the door behind him with a soft click, Bailey stepped further in to get a better look. Yeah. This was surely no prison. His shoulders dropped as he let the tension run out from his body and let exhaustion take its place. Sleep, sleep is what he needed right now. Sliding off his shoes he made his way to the bed, only to pause to set his glasses on the nightstand. He climbed into the bed and relished the softness of the sheet and the warmth of the comforter. It didn't take long for Bailey to drift off, his body twitching as dreams rolled through and drowned out his new reality. [/color]