03-09-2014, 04:27 AM
Darkness. Quiet. Slowly, slowly she woke, focusing on each of her senses as her mind rose from slumber. She let the memories come, memories of a red haired man who bothered her. Why? She hadn't been able to get a read on him. Most people's emotions just flowed through her, but this man...Smith, she remembered, hadn't seemed to have any emotions at all. She had gotten to a gigantic mansion and had been given pills. She remembered sheepishly asking for water, since she couldn't take pills dry. Signing a tablet, and dizziness...a surgery table? Somehow she thought she wasn't supposed to remember that part.
Finally sitting up, Gemini Starr opened her eyes and realized with a sinking feeling that she had been tricked. Taking in her appearance, she noted that she had been changed into a gray shirt and legging shorts. She shivered at the thought that someone had touched her, and further, the thought that they put her in revealing clothes. Her skin was showing! Shrugging it off, she stood up and headed out of her room. She was met almost instantly with Smith, who proceeded to explain that outside these walls she was dead, that she would live in the mansion from now on, that it was all for the greater good. Gemini didn't bother getting upset. Judging by the armed guards along the walls, it wouldn't get her far. Instead, she followed Smith into the dining room, where two men were seated.
She brought her arms up to hug herself, and that's when she saw it: a tattoo on her left wrist. 717375. What did that mean? She shivered again and went to sit down. The two men were talking, one of them was saying something about a dead brother. What the hell? Taking a cursory check around her, she found that she could feel slight jealousy from the blonde, curiosity from the black haired man, and very mixed emotions from others around that she couldn't see. So there were other victims, it seemed. "Hello. How's the food?" She spoke her first words since signing that tablet, and her voice was a bit raspy from disuse. Her Irish accent lent a lilting, musical quality to her words. She often tried to block out the emotions of men upon first hearing her voice. It was...disturbing, to say the least.
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