The Lab

(NOTE: I am changing the rating to T now for mild language and action violence. Nothing too gory, though.)

Hi! I'm back with the second chapter. If you helped create this roleplay (Dayla, J, JJ, etc), just know that I am changing some of the names and powers because I can't remember them all and the board with the storyline is gone. So….ENJOY!

Part 1: The Cell

Chapter 2: Aryn

"Oh my. Effing. Gaahhhhhhhhhd! Just because I'm in a giraffe hoodie, doesn't mean you can, like, just capture me and put me in some dank cell, calling me a mutant! Like it's a Meghan Trainor outfit, like, duhhhhhh! STUPID A-HOLES!" Aryn pounded her little fist against the iron door, shouting various profanities at the scientists' retreating backs. She was not a mutant! NO! She was Aryn Amy Trainor! No, she is not Meghan Trainor's little sister, but she sure damn looks like a mini Meghan! Aryn gave up and stomped around her cell.

She took stock of her surroundings. She was in a dimly lit cell, but she could tell the walls were made of white quartz blocks. There was a bunk bed with red sheets (not bloodstained, but still…), a semi clean toilet, and a white shirt and pair of pants on the floor. She shoved the clothes to the corner and tried to pull the heavy iron door open. No dice. She missed her parents and her Boo Boo Bear! That sweet, yellow, fluffy, baby-food stained seven year old, teddy bear! "I WANT MY BOO BOO BEAR!" she shrieked. She put the white shirt and pants on over her giraffe onesie and plopped on the bed, angry tears spilling out of her eyes. Just then she saw the scientists walk by her cell, carrying a girl. They tossed her roughly into the cell next door and left. Aryn took the opportunity to scream some more words that a seven year old should not know and pounded on the wall of the cell next to her. She heard a groan and a yawn.

"Hey, you awake in there?" she asked.

"Wh….aat?"

"I'm Aryn! Are you okay in there?"

"Muuurgh…captured by scientists and an agent-looking creep…need…to…escape…Mom?..." said the girl in the other room. Aryn smooshed her ear against the wall and she could hear the new girl whimpering.

"What's your name?" asked Aryn.

"D…Dayla," mumbled the girl. Aryn felt sorry for the girl. "You must be the Generation IIII or whatever they told them to put in the cell next to…"

"I'm Generation III, and I'm seven. If you don't mind me asking, how old are you?"

"Fourteen," said Dayla. "That means I'm a Generation…?"

"Two. Generation II. What do you look like? I can't see through stone."

"Brown hair, brown eyes, y'know pretty average. You?"

"I'm a mini Meghan Trainor! I've got the red hair, green eyes, giraffe onesie-"

"Okay I get it," Dayla interrupted. She could hear her shuffling about her cell. Aryn looked up at the ceiling. She scanned the room for an escape. Then, she saw a route, there was a vent directly above the top bunk and it was large enough to fit her body! How incredibly convenient! She knocked on the wall eagerly.

"What?"

"Do you have a bunk bed in your room?'
"Yeah, why?"

"There's a vent above it, correct?"

"…..Uh huh…wait. Are you thinking-?"

"Dayla, I think I just found our way out!"