[Event, returning from surgery, open]

[spiritsup.livejournal.com]

Characters: All those who were expermimented on if they want and everyone else
Setting: Cafeteria, morning
Format: Whatevers easiest
Summary: Those that were taken a week ago are left in the cafeteria, changed and somewhat broken. (I'm starting with Romeo, and then everyone can just make their own threads/reply to each other/tag around. I just thought this would save 8 very similar different threads)
Warnings: Horror, description of body modification horror, trauma, angst, unplesentness. Probably lots of anger

Romeo had barely struggled when he was taken a week ago but now he was angry. The bad people had hurt them all, did awful things to them. He shouted at them and was ignored, he tried to bash them with his antlers but it did nothing. Soon they were left in the cafeteria. It had only been a week but everything had changed. Romeo had fallen once they had put him down, he still wasn't good at walking and he looked around. The cafeteria was exactly the same though it seemed that the whole tower should have changed, become even scarier than it already was. He looked at his mouth, so strange and protruding out of his face and then down at his legs, four of them now not two. They looked strange in a way they hadn't in the cells. They had been a scary place and the face that he now had hooves and antlers hadn't been as horrifying as it was now he was in a normal place. A place he had been for a long time now.

He looked at the others and tried not to cry, he had cried so much already and it wouldn't keep anyone's spirits up. Now they were back they had to act strong and brave because they would be seeing their friends. Those that were hopefully safe. With a determined look Romeo struggled to his feet and stood, staying very close to the others, scared even now he was no longer imprisoned. "It will be alright." He whispered, both to himself and to those around him. They just had to keep their spirits up, and no matter what they had to keep living.

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[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

[ The Empress wasn't alone in her observation. Castiel was also taking in the situation. Empty faces, literal phantom pains, loss of muscle mass... whoever their captors are, they had no mercy for their prisoners, but the angel decided not to charge headlong into the situation without a plan first.

Her presence alerted the angel, and he stared at her. She is like Kanaya, a troll, only that she looks older. And more menacing.

For now, Castiel will observe her. ]

[cullionfish.livejournal.com]

[Her Imperious Condescension knows when she's being stared at, even if she isn't looking directly at the source. Her eyelashes flutter briefly in acknowledgment, though her expression remains impassive as she stares at the victims.

Finally, she turns to look directly at Castiel, staring right back with unblinking tyrian eyes full of malice. Anyone who knew Alterians as a race would judge the expression as a neutral one -- but anyone else would've taken it as a glare.]

I'm sorry for late tags ;;

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

[ Castiel maintains eye contact with the troll female, blue eyes impassive. Her better-than-thou attitude reminds him of his brother, Michael; however, the coldness in her gaze prompted Castiel to move closer, to investigate her. ]

You are an adult troll.

[... Way to be smooth with the ladies, Castiel. ]