Thread: Partners in Crime

Genetic Modification of humans has finally come around, although with strict limitations on what can and can't be done. It has also not been fully accepted by society, and many would rather it not be done. Parents who modify their children are known as Genetic Abusers, and children who have been 'abused' are sent here. To Mrs. Judith's Home for Genetically Abused Young Ladies. It is here that Kyshek Tion has been sent, due to her 'genetically abusive' parents. Kyshek groaned as the van pulled up to the facility. This was where she was going to stay? She sighed, shaking her head slightly, her shoulder length black hair moving with her. She looked around a little bit, taking in a few of the other girls with her, noting one who seemed meek, narrowing her eyes at one of the bigger, seemingly more talkative girls. Something told her there might be some kind of problem somewhere down the line with one of them. She could just barely here her, gossiping with another group. She hated gossipers. Kyshek shook her head, looking down at the paper she had in her hands. Her room, as well as a few other things were on there, and she leaned slightly on her duffel bag. She had been allowed to take a few things from home like clothes, a few pictures, and her sketch pad. For some reason though, shoes were not allowed here, which not only struck her as odd, but left her constantly glancing down at her exposed feet. She hoped to God that the floors here were clean. She really hated dirty floors, and now, being barefoot, she'd be able to feel every single spec of dirt. Maybe she should've gone shoeless much more often back home, but it never struck her as logical. The van stopped in front of what she guessed was the reception building, where she would be told the rules, as well as who she would be bunking with. Things she didn't need to know, so she did what she viewed as the only smart choice. She waited until she was in the middle of the group, and the person watching them had turned to see how many other people were left before dashing out of the group and towards the dormitories. She was fast, faster then most, and a tad stronger too. Her tight fitting black tank-top and loose cargo-pants didn't hinder her much. On her way, she noticed a blown out building, scorch marks spreading out across the ground. It was a little ways off, but it was interesting. She'd have to ask about it later. Before she knew it, she was inside the building. Ky checked the map again, and nodded. She was in the right building. Now she needed to find her room, and judging by the high numbers here, she wasn't too far. With a small smirk, she made her way slowly down the empty hallway, counting off the numbers in her head until she found the right one. With a small breath, she slowly opened the door, walking in with shoulders squared, just incase someone who didn't belong in there was. Instead, what she found on one of the two beds was a woman, asleep. And naked. Kyshek grimaced, closing the door with a loud slam before striding to the bed and shaking the person somewhat roughly by the shoulder. Hey, wake up. Should you be in here? She had a slight accent, hinting at a life somewhere on the East Coast. Hey, wake up. I'd like to know who you are sometime today, before the other stiffs decide to come by. Ky stopped, looking closely, seeing some ash on her chest. Seriously, wake up, get some clothes on. Up and at 'em sunshine.