[h1]Number Fourteen, Wolf In Sheep's Clothing[/h1]
[u][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/u] New York. Morning Hours, A Reunion Among Numbers. 
[right]Interaction: [Everyone][/right]
[center][u][i][b]Currently Playing:[/b][/i][/u] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OfPDadixREQ]Joule's Wish[/url][/center]
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Fourteen wished she had more time in Spain. Poor, Poor lass had enjoyed the sights, the adventure, and the fun of it all in Spain. Despite the unholy amount of violence she committed while in Spain, and Dolittle stopping her so they can leave, and that explosion earlier. She huffed at the thought, as he was such a party pooper about them leaving, as things were just getting started. The young-looking Promised Child looked out of the windows, staring at the passing buildings out of impatience. The plane ride was fun earlier, except for Dolittle trying to stop her from crashing the plane cause of her overwhelming curiosity. It was a fun journey from there with nothing else to note. 

Clad currently in a dark dress with light red ruffles, and white and red stockings with the finishing touches of her short-heeled Mary Janes. It was a bit dusty, but she didn't mind.

What's on her mind right now is the excitement to meet her older siblings; her leg thumped against the floorboard of the vehicle as she was impatient, as it was steadily getting louder from the clack of her heeled Mary Janes. [color=#676673]"Fourteen, calm down... Don't want to exhaust yourself... or break something... [i]by accident.[/i]"[/color] The older handler called out to her, interrupting her excitement. Her crimson eyes lay on the older male across from her, his grey eyes a bit stern, like an older brother, as his arms were crossed, as he was dressed in that familiar dark suit. Important or not, she couldn't keep her own excitement away as the leg shaking grew less erratic.

[color=#088F8F]"[i]Why should I stay calm? [/i]I'm meeting my siblings, it's been a while...[i] I think..?[/i] Since I'd seen them... I don't know, Whatever!"[/color] Fourteen answered, crossing her arms as she thought. Her memory isn't exactly great, especially about her siblings, as they're vague and fuzzy. While thinking her ears shifted into more fox-like flicking in tandem with her thinking. It's hard to say for her as she knows she hasn't seen her older [b][i]"siblings"[/i][/b] in a while, but it sucks she didn't remember much about them. But it's a good thing she gets to see the other numbers. She wonders how they'll feel about little fourteen and if they've missed her.[i] They probably did right?[/i]

But as the vehicle neared the rookery, both ears perked up at the sound of outcries. Protests of fear and terror, and she could put is outrage from them. Sounds like that's one fun crowd, but she looked away from the window for a moment, her ears drooping, matching her slight hesitation. Honest here, she's also a little nervous about meeting her siblings, as she doesn't know what she'll say, and she wants to make a cool entrance. The question is, [i]how would she do it?[/i] She can't exactly make an entrance by transforming, which would cause a ruckus and reprisal by the higher-ups and Dolittle, which is a headache she didn't want. It would even mean she'll be in timeout for a while. And Timeout sucks. She really didn't like timeout. But she thought of ways of making some sort of cool entrance; most of the ideas that came didn't stick.

[color=#676673]"Fourteen your ears,"[/color]  Dolittle called out, his tone soft, snapping her out of her thoughts completely as her leg completely stopped shaking. The little girl immediately patted her head as her ears just went back to normal, and she sheepishly chuckled, quite embarrassed of almost going out without hiding her ears, as that would've landed her in trouble.  

[color=#088F8F]"Oops!~ Silly me."[/color]

[color=#676673]"Don't cause any trouble, Fourteen, and [i][b]please[/b][/i] keep your curiosity in check...."[/color] Dolittle warned cautiously as the vehicle made it stop at the rookery. She let out a laugh with a confident grin.  [color=#088F8F]"You know I don't cause any trouble, Dolittle. After all, I'm just a little angel~"[/color]

[color=#676673]"Yeah, right angel... More like a little demon,"[/color] he retorts. By the looks of it, Dolittle couldn't hold back a smile as he ruffled her hair, earning a giggle. 

But Fourteen was going to try to keep the promise, as her curiosity was almost always getting the better of her, aside from her hunger. Both exited the vehicle and made their way towards the inside of the Rookery, with the others already filing their way inside. To say she was excited to be here was an understatement, as she was beaming on the inside with joy despite her face seemingly giving away that she had no thoughts at the moment. Despite that it was important to know there was a reason for her and her siblings to be together along with their handlers, it was another layer of being on your best behavior. With him already reminding her that not too long ago, it's time to shove that curiosity down for some time. 

Inside was less like a church and more like one of those government buildings. She knows there is some slight religiousness here; her shoes make a slight sound on the floor as her eyes look around, soaking up all the details as much as she wants. Looks like there are the scanners, the guards with some nifty guns, the bunch of paintings, and that pretty statue. The small sound of the scanners announced both Fourteen's and Dolittle's entrance in the rookery. She didn't care about the sound as it was busy, as it looked like the staff was doing stuff and working hard, as her eyes scoured around for anything else of interest for her. 

The staff and other agents were around, some paid no heed to Fourteen, some had evident disdain for her. She didn't pay any heed, as from the looks of things, there were already some others here. From the look of things, there were some people already here from that guy in a trench coat with a cold look in his eyes; he must have some issues on his hands at the moment, which left a guess that he's probably a handler to a number. There's a white haired number and her handler talking to another girl with pink hair, that's a clown? Or something? carrying a beating heart in a jar. Which she had a feeling was a number. Her guess it might be two.

[color=#088F8F]"Hello everyone! It’s so nice to see you all. I promised Dolittle, I won’t cause any trouble… unless something happens."[/color]

Fourteen just curtsies in the middle of the lobby afterwards, like it's nothing much, as she was being polite. But saying that aloud was enough to get looks from most staff, from bewilderment to surprise; it was also fun to catch those kinds of expressions from them. She had a feeling Dolittle was holding in the urge to facepalm from that antic. But Fourteen here didn't care it she just thought it would be a cool way to make an entrance like that, as she may not keep that promise. She strayed away from her handler, minding her own business, and may get to strike up a conversation with a fellow number.