03-06-2014, 11:12 PM
Nixie's smile didn't fade quite yet, no. The guy across from her was talking to the chair he sat next to. It was funny, too. She didn't laugh though, and while smiling lightly, she could hardly be mistaken as a drunk, considering she was only very relaxed, not falling over or slurring or acting a fool.
She looked past the girl next to her at the guy who was angrily talking to his steak. What was it with the people here talking to things? Maybe that was one of the reasons they were all there. They either had severe anxiety, or they talked to "the voices".
That thought finally let Nixie's smile fade. There probably was no rhyme or reason to the way these people had picked out their test subjects. She sighed. The people here all had real issues, and now they were about to be given a lot more. She stared at her food, trying to process it all finally.
Her dark bangs had fallen over her right eye again, and light grey blue eyes peered through them at the girl who'd just arrived, apologizing to the guy beside her for sitting on his imaginary friend. Nixie figured that an imaginary friend could explain the guy's problem, rather than a guy who talked to chairs or something. It seemed that Nixie was getting a hold on herself, though still very relaxed.
It did feel better than being thrown into a panic attack over severe anxiety. That's how she'd felt right before they'd drugged her, right before she... Wait... She'd knocked down Smith, with her hands. And she hadn't even touched him.
Grey blue eyes scanned the table. Everyone seemed normal to her. Did they have some strange power, too? Is that why they were all here? Were they being given super powers? Was that what they meant by "the greater good"? Maybe they were turning them all into superheros!
Well why didn't they just say so?? People would line up to become superheros! But, there had to be something more to it than that. This place had an air of, of... evil. There was something very wrong here, and what they were doing wasn't okay. What were their plans for the 'test subjects' here? The girl beside her was only confirming her fears.
Even through the sedatives, Nixie's heart rate started to pick up. Her breathing was starting to quicken, though the attack was coming on much slower than usual. The walls were closing in again. Everyone was being so loud. She had to control herself, she didn't want to be sedated again. But she couldn't control it. She'd never been able to, that was the problem.
She clutched the edge of the table. "I have to get out of here," she whispered.
|