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She glared at him, "why are you trying to sneak out if that's the case? You could clearly sign up to scout and show valuable you could be, but instead your breaking rules left and right just so you get a taste of fresh air. Without even bothering to ask anyone. Now I have to radio in to the leader that you broke not only one, but two rules heck maybe three." She sighed, rubbing her face.
"Not too late to come back inside, no one has to be notified."

Sean turned around, a soft smile on his face as he looked up at the sky, "You can notify him, Ma- Leader won't hurt me, but I just wanted some air, besides I can't be a scout, he already told me no like fifty times. I'm a 'flight risk' or whatever, I mean, its fine" he shrugged. He didn't move back towards the door, he just stood there, enjoying the feeling of the air.

She sighed, moving to kick the door open with her foot. She grabbed at his shirt collar,
"you've already broken enough roles at this point, your coming back in here and your staying here until he gets here.'
She held the gun up to his face in precaution, so he would follow her inside.
"I don't have time for your stupid games.'

Azzy noticed how Jules's face immediately got flustered up and embarrassed, he wondered how any of this could make someone embarrassed.
It was really cool what he just did, and azzy wanted to know just how exactly he did it.
He squirmed out from Jules grip, and moved to go back into the room.
"Woah woah woah, pause a second. I'm not ready to leave yet. I have some questions if that's alright.' He flashed Jules a soft smile.
"I don't think you have any reason to be embarrassed.. of what you did. I thought it was really cool..but I was wondering how exactly did you do it?"

"Ok ok" Sean put his hands up in defense, "Thats fine I won't fight or cause more problems, I just miss being outside ya' know." he shrugged, walking back inside. "Ill be back once I am done talking to M-Leader," He frowned at himself, yeah him and Mark got along, but everyone else called the guy 'Leader'.

She pressed the gun to his back as she walked him inside, and shut the door behind them.
"I'm still going to have to tell the leader about the rules you broke.'
She sighed, "you better go somewhere away from here." She made the shoo motion towards him.

"You do realize that I could not come back. You know?" he shrugged, but took his opportunity to leave and ran off. He went to the Leader's room, putting in the code that he had stole and walking inside, taking a seat at the desk.

(imma head out of this roleplay guys—)
(sorry.)

(thats fine. Thanks for joining)

(imma head out of this roleplay guys—)
(sorry.)

(That's okay, have a good rest of your day or night.)

Azzy noticed how Jules's face immediately got flustered up and embarrassed, he wondered how any of this could make someone embarrassed.
It was really cool what he just did, and azzy wanted to know just how exactly he did it.
He squirmed out from Jules grip, and moved to go back into the room.
"Woah woah woah, pause a second. I'm not ready to leave yet. I have some questions if that's alright.' He flashed Jules a soft smile.
"I don't think you have any reason to be embarrassed.. of what you did. I thought it was really cool..but I was wondering how exactly did you do it?"

Jules looked up from the documents he was filling out to see Azzy. He was irritated that he had returned instead of leaving, but he tried not to show it on his face. He dropped the pen, ink spilled out, and he picked it up clumsily before it ruined anything. “I-” He began to stumble over his words, knowing that Vienna would be interested in hearing this as well. He squeaked out, "I do have a reason to be embarrassed—ashamed…" before averting his gaze from everyone's general direction. Jules disliked the confrontation and wished to retreat once more. "It makes me a freak…" He kept his back ridged and one-half of his face hidden with his hand, almost wanting to look to Vienna for planting the idea in his head. "I—don't want to discuss it." Jules grumbled as he drew his knees up to his chest.

Nonetheless, Jules knew he'd have to talk about it at some point. "It's a curse, and it's not fun to have. I'm not a superhero; I'm just a regular guy," he said, his eyes gleaming. "I didn't want it, but they gave it to me," his voice becoming increasingly hushed. 'They' was a reference to the government, but he wouldn't say their name. He whispered, "The people beyond this fort experimented on me." Jules' face was strewn with a speckle of tears. He was deafeningly afraid to speak about it, but being confronted about it was even worse.

3110 awoke with a quiet groan, feeling a pain in his skull not unlike being bludgeoned repeatedly into a concrete wall. As he shifted, sand and dust ran off his body in rivulets, and his mouth was nearly as dry as the ground he rested on. Ironically, his shot leg only throbbed with a dull pain, unlike the rest of his body that was screaming at him. 3110 sighed quietly, mustering enough energy to sit up and begin wiping dust and sand from his body. It clung to his hands in an annoying way, clumping up with his bodies stolen moisture. Blinking his eyes clear, 3110 squinted, staring blearily at the gates. He could almost see the guards standing watch, and the outline of the doors. The red-haired man stared at his surroundings with a slow understanding, he'd fallen into a ditch, and hadn't been able to get up. With a sudden jolt, he looked around for his rifle and felt an immediate feeling of relief as he saw it only a few meters away. Crawling over to it was agony, but 3110 felt immediately better with his rifle held close to him.

The man slowly managed to prop himself up on his rifle, sand running off him in waves now, gathering in a pile around his feet. He knew in a part of his brain no one would care that he had returned, but still he was happy to be back… But maybe not for the punishments of breaking curfew. He'd been out for an entire night, give or take a few extra hours. If he was lucky it'd just be some chores and he'd be given time to recover.. 3110 felt a spark of excitement blossom in his chest, he did have information. It might not be important, or even useful, but it was information. If he played his cards right he could avoid some of the harsher punishments.

3110 increased his pace, reaching the gates after a brief struggle with the incline. Looking up at the gates always inspired a spark of awe, it was one of the largest structures in the compound, and made of solid metal. It gleamed in the sunlight as he approached, making him squint. He waited at the gaits, taking in the stares of the guards and raising his chin an inch. One of them, an older looking woman who had deep wrinkles set into her face. He nodded at her and she hesitated.
"What kept you so long?" A spark of curiosity was in her weathered eyes, she'd probably seen him leave and return a million times and still neither recognized the other. He didn't know her number or anything about her life, yet he saw her everyday, he thought for a moment.
"Confidential information." 3110 responded, with a calculated lilt to his voice, trying to imply it's above her station, but he'd tell her if he could. Not that he ever would, the information was his, and his alone. Sharing was frowned upon in the Government. The woman nodded briefly, and her companion, after a moments deliberation, finally received the go ahead to let him in. 3110 grabbed his slip of paper, marking him as a curfew breaker, stifling a grimace. The paper had the simple words Report to Command written in clear, bold letters. 3110 sighed, shifting his weight to lean more on his rifle, and began to head off into the compound.

Jules looked up from the documents he was filling out to see Azzy. He was irritated that he had returned instead of leaving, but he tried not to show it on his face. He dropped the pen, ink spilled out, and he picked it up clumsily before it ruined anything. “I-” He began to stumble over his words, knowing that Vienna would be interested in hearing this as well. He squeaked out, "I do have a reason to be embarrassed—ashamed…" before averting his gaze from everyone's general direction. Jules disliked the confrontation and wished to retreat once more. "It makes me a freak…" He kept his back ridged and one-half of his face hidden with his hand, almost wanting to look to Vienna for planting the idea in his head. "I—don't want to discuss it." Jules grumbled as he drew his knees up to his chest.

Nonetheless, Jules knew he'd have to talk about it at some point. "It's a curse, and it's not fun to have. I'm not a superhero; I'm just a regular guy," he said, his eyes gleaming. "I didn't want it, but they gave it to me," his voice becoming increasingly hushed. 'They' was a reference to the government, but he wouldn't say their name. He whispered, "The people beyond this fort experimented on me." Jules' face was strewn with a speckle of tears. He was deafeningly afraid to speak about it, but being confronted about it was even worse.

He was stunned, his eyes were widened as he just listened to him speak about how much he hated his ability and how it wasn't really his but well…all the goverments fault. He sighed, nodding along with what he said.
Luckily him and his sister managed to get a away from the goverment before anything serious could end up happening to them. He knew others hadn't been so lucky, he didnt want to leave it on a sad not but he understood not wanting to talk about it.
It wasn't exactly something to boast about.
He took a deep breath before letting out a sigh.
"I get it…I'm really sorry that happened to you..however I will say you ARE not a freak. Whoever called you that in the past was 100% wrong."
He spoke firmly, not willing to change his opinion as he stared down Jules.

2481 walked around the compound, she held her tablet in her hand on top of a stack of files. The sound of her heels clicking on the floor warned anyone ahead it was her. No one else wore a professional outfit, no one else owned one. She looked down at her tablet, it was open to a page on one person, 3110. Her report said that he had been sent out to scout. His vitals showed that he had been wounded, and probably needed medical attention, which was why she was on her way to go find him. She was the only one with the ability and authority to provide the medical assistance needed by many, and she would, in exchange for information. She was getting closer to finding the Refuge, there was only so many places her brother could hide his followers.

3110 had a few moments to reflect as he hobbled down the street towards the pristine Command building. He'd only been inside twice, and both times had been incredibly dangerous, and left him uncertain. The front doors had no guards, but a key-card slot and a speaker. Human guards would only serve to make mistakes, something the Government did not tolerate. 3110 scavenged through his bag and pockets and pulled out his I.D. card. With any luck they knew he was expected and it would let him in. If they didn't he'd be shot on sight, for even daring to use his card on the Command building in his section without proper authorization. It had happened once when he was a boy, he'd been assigned to the clean up crew for the woman's pulverized remains. He swiped the card and a small green light appeared and made a beeping sound.
"Full number and access code"
"Full number identification 756-294-3110, access code Alpha-Carma-Beta-9, in squad 11, section 3." 3110 said mechanically, the words already burned into his brain, essentially since birth. A moment of silence, and then a hiss when the doors slid open, letting him inside the Command building. He inhaled sharply, and as best he could, slung the rifle around his shoulder and hid his limp. The pain felt as if a lance was digging into his leg with every step, but he tried to keep the signs of strain out of his face like he'd been trained. 3110 didn't want to appear weak in front of his superiors, and he could requisition supplies for himself later, using some of his ration tokens in all likelihood. The hallways were white and pristine, and mechanical voice spoke again "3110 report to waiting room 2, await further instruction"

The red haired man hesitated, unsure for a moment where to go, there were no signs on the wall and he felt disoriented by all the white. He grit his teeth, instead following a small light that showed up on the wall. It led him to a small room that had sparse furnishings, like a few chairs, even a few plants that were probably fake. Yet 3110 was still startled by the opulence, furnishing and color in rooms were forbidden for average citizens, he found his eyes drawn to the wall, where, to his shock, an actual painting sat. 3110 had seen art before, he was good at sketching for reports, but.. This was different, it had colors mixed in delicate brushstrokes, depicting a vibrant blue sky and gentle rolling hills of green. The canvas was real and the frame was made of manufactured steel, contrasting the brilliant landscape. A strange itch grabbed his hands.. His eyes remained glued to it and an unknown emotion welled in his chest. Uncomfortable suddenly, 3110 cleared his throat, tearing his eyes away and stamping on the emotion, before it could blossom. The painting was probably a test to see who would fall prey to temptation, he needed to focus. Sitting on one of the surprisingly comfortable chairs, he began to fiddle with his rifle, checking on its parts after its rough handling.

3110 couldn't help but be impressed with the Compound, not taking away his weapon spoke of either extreme arrogance or preparation and preparedness. He had an inkling of an idea that the gun wouldn't fire in the building, due probably to a chip he'd once found embedded deep in the wood of the rifle when deep cleaning. His thoughts grew lighter for a moment, wondering who it was that was going to meet him, he hadn't even submitted an official findings report yet, so it would probably be a lower lackey, who would chew him out before grilling him. So, 3110 settled in to wait, something he was very practiced at doing.

The door to the room that 3110 sat in. 2481 entered, the door closing behind her. She glanced at the red haired man, a look on her face saying that he was beneath her. She sighed, sitting down in front of him, her tablet screen had his face, information, and his vitals pulled up. Her dark hair was pulled back in a bun, her glasses rested on top of her head.

"3110, you were sent on a scouting mission, Yes? You have returned, wounded, by what?" she asked simply, pulling out a paper from her file and a pen. Yes most things were electronically done, but she made sure there was a paper and electronic copy of everything. Less chance she would lose it.

The minute the door opened, 3110 sat up at attention. His eyes flicked over quickly to the person and he froze. He didn't recognize the woman, but the demeanor.. The clothes, and the tablet gave her away immediately. The leader of this Command Block, 2481, she looked strikingly like her brother, the same nose and general face-shape. 3110 felt a spike of panic, he wasn't quite sure what she was doing here, was he in the wrong area, or- She spoke and instead of being reassured, 3110 felt as if someone had punched him in the chest, the air felt thicker. He breathed out slowly, his brain racing to pick just the right words and ideas to put across, her opinion of disposables like him was already, justifiably, low.

"Yes. I was scouting in sector 3, on the outskirts. I was, ma'am, shot, as I think you can see." 3110 sounded polite and even submissive, lowering his head when speaking. In truth he was hiding his eyes, rapidly thinking and calculating, he knew his first words were unhelpful, but correct. He only had a shot like this once in his entire life, and he wasn't going to waste it, the longer he was allowed to stay, the more he could learn. He just had to be insanely careful not be insubordinate. This woman would not hesitate to have him killed on a whim. 3110 was walking on a narrow ledge, and he just had to be careful.

2481 looked at him questioningly, "I am aware that you were shot, I did not ask that, I asked by what injured you. Or in simpler terms, who shot you?" Her voice was icy, cold. She was growing annoyed rather quickly. "If you want any medical attention, in order to fix the wound, you should listen carefully and respond correctly, or I will leave you here to die, either of starvation or of the gunshot, whichever comes first, do you understand?" She watched him while she spoke, writing down notes in her file.

3110's lips quirked up for a heartbeat, and he dipped his head again. "My apologies ma'am. You know how we lower caste are, I thank you for your patience." 3110 was almost proud of himself for how sincere he managed to make his voice, though he knew it was a gamble, leaving a hint of amusement in his voice. The fact that 2481 was threatening him rather than having him killed was encouraging, even if she quickly grew annoyed with his antics.

"I understand perfectly, ma'am. I was shot, I believe by all accounts, by your brother. If I may say, you two have a striking resemblance. I could continue, but I expect you have questions?" 3110 paused, raising an eyebrow, waiting for her response. His hints of sass were dangerous, but 3110 found he couldn't help himself, 2481 reminded him too much of Mark, and he found he just couldn't help himself from adding smart comments around either of them, and he'd almost died once because of it. Besides, medical attention was being offered, a luxury 3110 hadn't even dared to imagine, he was expecting maybe a release from chores or extra rations, he offered a polite smile. Letting his eyes sparkle, with a I know something you don't and it infuriates you, doesn't it?, he couldn't be killed until he gave his information, though he could very easily be executed afterwards, he knew. 3110 wondered what he was doing briefly, he should just tell all in a report, it would be easier and more professional.. Yet, he'd never felt more alive in the past few days, it was a break from the constant routine and monotony and as much as it scared him, it was an addictive taste.