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The flight over to San Francisco though exciting was also very– very daunting for Sora, it had been her first time flying much less first class! But she also has a fear of heights and the thought that she's literally afloat in the sky with not much protection other than a 152+ ton of metal was unsettling. So she kept a firm grip on her armrest, the whole flight her brows knitted and eyes focused out through the window and scanning the clouds right up until it was landing time. 

‘Gramps would have loved this.’ she mused as the plane began its descent. 

She stood upright, her carry on slung over her left shoulder, a loose fitted white T-shirt accompanied by baggy blue jeans that ended pooled around moderately scuffed black and white converse shoes. Sora’s right hand lifted to play with her pendant idly as she stared down at ants passing by her feet as she waited with a couple other folks looking around the same age as herself for the ride that’ll take them off to ‘paradise’. 

Get it cause they're supposed to be heading off to some kinda remote island off San Francisco shores. Nevermind–

Sora lifted her head as a sturdy bus came screeching to a halt, taking a deep breath and giving a quick squeeze to her pendant before letting it fall back into place around her neck. She stepped in after two who entered before her. She gave a brief wave of hello to the dainty looking girl at the front and smiled in greeting at the overly excited girl in green before ultimately choosing to sit in front of the surfer guy she boarded the bus with. 

In her seat she peeked through her curly bangs and over the plain dark grey leather seats of the bus at a couple other people on the bus. As the bus moved on she quietly watched with amusement as all sorts of people joined them at each stop, the memorable ones being a girl with wings. She stopped to wonder how comfortable having such huge wings would be, she eyed the hoodie guy that seemed to be analyzing the girl and her every feather. She snickered to herself. 

‘Holy mother of Mount Rushmore.’ Sora had to stop her jaw from dropping as she set her sights on one huge hunk of stone stomping on the bus, she physically tilted to the side when he sat. ‘Well you sure as hell don’t see that everyday.’ she shook her head. At about the final stop she peeked up trying to see only to find a tiny otter padding its way down the aisles. She heard someone let out a confused slew of curses, herself stopping to just lean back into her seat shaking her head, some more a stupid grin on her lips. [color=orange]“I’m stuck with a bunch of oddballs aint I?”[/color] she whispered this quietly with an exasperated sigh. 

Finally reaching the wharf which housed the boat that was going to take the youth to the island, Sora was one of if not the first to shoot up and grab her bag finally glad to be able to stretch her legs and be out of the bus that whilst not cramped gained an air of tension from some of its occupants. So it wasn’t a surprise when she barreled her way down the aisle only stopping to a slower pace when one of the officers gave her a pointed look. Which she responded with a sheepish grin and dip of acknowledgement. 


Lining up with the others getting ready to board the boat, she grimaced a little seeing the giant made of stone which she’d happily dubbed ‘Gargoyle’ from the mean set of his face and the very obvious stone state he was in. 

‘Yikes, that’s one way to start a titanic replay on a small boat.’ 

She watched as the girl with wings, hoodie guy, strange haircut guy and tiny green tater tot packed into the boat alongside the giant, evenly distributing their weight with the help of the security personnel on board with them. She whistled out as the boat finally set sail off to the island.

‘Here’s to hoping y’all don’t sink.’ A small salute was done, before she snickered to herself quietly. 

When the boat finally returned —which felt like an eternity of a wait for Sora and her tendency to be an impatient twat. She stepped onto the boat getting as comfortable as she could before watching Elsa-in-the-making nervously fidgeting about before stepping onto the boat. Sora pursed her lips and decided she’d had just about enough staring around at people and set her sights to the island in tow. 

Her breath hitched as the final person took their seat and the rope took from its place on the deck and they finally set sail. She reached up and gripped her pendant, her heart suddenly hammering, because this was happening, this was all real. Though she tried her darndest to placate her nerves by labelling the institute on a desolate island as a paradise, she knew better than to delude herself. She knew for a fact that she traded one prison for another only this one’s got meta-humans crawling everywhere.

‘Literally and figuratively I bet.’

Soon enough after minutes of gripping her pendant which left a reddened indent in her palm and watching the water slosh against the boat she breathed a sigh as they docked and everyone piled off. Walking through security was tough. Well mostly because they took her pocket knife and her vape pen– [color=orange]“Aaah shit, I knew I should have just put ‘em in my pants.”[/color] she grumbled out quietly.

[color=orange]“Hey–”[/color] she looked down at the officer's name tag. [color=orange]“-Billy my guy, can’t you just leave the pen with me at least?”[/color] she stared up at him with puppy eyes. [color=orange]“It cost me a fortune man, and I mean you kinda look up tight you could use a hit, yah know?”[/color] The officer simply glared down at Sora with a look that could kill if he had lethal eye beams, yikes. She gulped, nodding along before walking forward with a pocket knife and vape pen left behind. [color=orange]“I’ll remember you guys, mamas coming back soon!”[/color] 

Taking one last longing look at the bin holding her precious babies she sighed out, hunkered down into herself and stuffed her hands in her pockets and walked along with the other misfits of the bunch. Down a long corridor the nineteen meta-humans walked until they entered the Recreation Wing's sports court, where they all stood together listening to a Director Virgil Rowell droning on about the ins and outs, importance and yada yada bada bada of the facility. Until things got interesting…

For the sake of all our mentality and brain capacity broken down into parts-‘Boop beep boop!’

Some guy’s being tazed to the ground. Winged chicks slapping him across his face and the little tater tots vanishing apparently and wait is that..OH hell no! 

Sora’s turning away and squinting her eyes as pepper spray is quite literally sprayed all over the place, she sucks in a deep breath a little too late sucking in a bit of the assaulting chemicals and coughs out a splutter of spit. Whoops hope no one is nearby. 

[color=orange]“Jesus fuck! A warning would have been great yah know!”[/color] She wheezes some more hunched over as chaos seems to ensue but her eyes are still shut and her throats still feeling itchy and burny. She could hear people shuffling over to the invisible girl and she only let her mind wonder just a little if she was alright since she got the brunt of the spraying but it strayed right back to one single thought. 

‘So much for a fucking paradise!!!!’