Futuristic Cryo Company (Private)

[Endronus]

Well... the cyborg seemed friendly. And it was a good thing too. Had he turned out to be some type of killing machine on the rampage, I'm sure no one would survive. But apart from that, I was finally glad to get some clothes... if the other boy found any. In slight embarrassment, I covered myself a little. I was starting to get my memories back, and running around completely naked was not one I wanted to store in the recesses of my mind. In conclusion, I simply sat and hugged my knees to my chest, waiting for the other boy to retrieve the clothes. And then came the greetings. Apparently, the cyborg was Russian... certainly interesting. And the girl, Blythe. Hadn't heard of a name like that from America. Well. guess it was my turn. With a meek voice, I spoke out towards the group.


"I'm Del... Del Soven." Then again, Del isn't a common name in America. Go figure.

 

[XTrump_CardX]

-Underground cryogenic bunker


The first couple of lockers had nothing in them, literally empty. In the third, fourth and fifth one, though, were a couple of black jumpsuits and a pair of cargo pants along with a dark blue long-sleeve shirt. Someone left without changing. Eckhart laughed to himself, grabbing the pants and trying them on. They were a little tight but they were long enough for his tall frame. After sliding the shirt on, he checked the pockets of his new pants. He found a wallet with a bunch of useless stuff in it, a small pocket knife, and some sort of ID card. It had a barcode on it so Eckhart assumed it would come in handy later on. Tossing the wallet back in the locker, he strolled over to the others, playing with the knife he had found.


Looking at the girl with his shirt on, she said her name was Blythe, and the kid named Del. "There's a couple of jumpsuits in those open lockers if you guys want them... unless you guys enjoy being naked." Eckhart chuckled before pocketing the knife and turning toward the Russian. Ivosolov, I think he said, was his name. Since everyone was introducing themselves, he thought he may as well too. Only, he didn't know his full name. This bothered Eckhart. "Good to see that you're a friend, Ivosolov. To be honest, we didn't know what we were walking into here. We only just woke up from some sort of cryo-sleep," He turned to the others before mentioning his name, "Names Eckhart by the way, at least I think it is."

 

[Midnight Paragon]

Ivosolov turned his head to each member of the group and stated their names with a nod, for memory purposes. He was glad none of them were hostile, and even more so that they were getting clothes. He turned to the one handing them out, Eckhart, and raised an eybrow.


"Cryo? What? But...you three look perfectly normal. No missing limbs or anything of the sort. Why would you be in Cryo-stasis in the middle of Russia? Come to think of it...I don't remember anyone else being frozen when I was..."


He brought his metallic hand to his chin and scratched it in thought. Just who were these people? Were they just feigning innocence, and actually were here for nefarious purposes? His eyes closed. No, they couldn't be. Their tones seemed genuine, and why would they come here naked anyway? His brow furrowed as he continued to lose himself in thought.

 

[WantYourSoul]

Blythe eagerly rushes to the locker, pulling the smallest of the jumpsuits out and examining the keycard clipped to it, R. Vauss, it said. While the others continue their introductions, she slips her legs into the jumpsuit and pulls it up to her waist, tying the arms around her hips too keep it up. Del, Ivosolov, and Eckhart. Those were all uncommon names if she'd ever heard them, thankful for once that she didn't have an outlandish name. She pushes her still-damp hair out of her face, turning to face the others now that she was covered.
While patting herself down, she finds a zippo lighter in the breast pocket along with a small utility tool. There was a file in it, and she began cleaning her nails. She found it odd that the fire hydrant red polish was still pristine, as if she had painted them right before entering cryostasis.
Ivosolov's confused tone draws her attention away from her own nails, and she glances up at him. "I... I don't know. I can't remember anything other than my name and sometimes I get major deja-vu but that's it," Blythe sighs, beginning to comb through her blonde hair while she spoke," my guess is that something went wrong, we woke up to an alarm and empty heads, unless that's a normal side effect I'd say something fucked up. And-- Wait a second, Russia? I know for certain we aren't in Russia so you're wrong, right?" She looks to the other two boys- Eckhart and Del- for confirmation, as if hoping one of them miraculously regained memory of where they were.

 

[Endronus]

I quickly rushed towards the lockers, feeling the need to put something on, even if it didn't fit. As soon as I was close enough, I quickly pulled a jumpsuit similar to Blythe's. Must've been a common uniform... eh, it'll work. I slipped the suit on, not even bothering to check the name tag. Whomever this belonged to, they weren't here now. As the group conversed about how we ended up in this situation, I turned around and stated what I had remembered earlier.

"We're just lab rats. But now the cage is broken, and we're free to do whatever."

The fact that I was just a testing subject had pissed me off, but it was true. Why else did so many people die? Naturally, someone would have tested it with an animal to see if it was safe... but scientists became too greedy. If I ever met a survivor scientist in this facility, I'd probably kill him.

 

[XTrump_CardX]

-Underground cryogenic bunker


Eckhart raised his eyebrows at this new information. Subconsciously, he ran his hands down his chest, checking for old injuries that weren't there. He began wondering when exactly each of them was frozen. Seeing as how the boy and Russian remembered things beyond their awakening, Eckhart figured he should be getting some pieces back. He racked his mind for anything more than a name. Nothing came from his effort. Just the same, faded, old name sifting through the recesses of his memory. Your name is Eckhart... Eckhart, my name is Eckhart... The lack of past remembrance frightened him. His head was full of confused thoughts, yet at the same time, it was barren and empty. He didn't even know how old he was, or what the rest of his name was. Eckhart surprised himself when he fell to the ground, grabbing his knees to keep from falling over. An overwhelming and odd sense of defeat washed over him. He did not know the reason why he felt like this. He only knew that the four of them and their situation was royally fucked.


From his position on the floor, he saw the other look down at him. There was a mixture of concern and confusion in their eyes. Best to put on a show, for the others' sake...and mine. Eckhart looked up, feigning a light smile. "One of you mind giving me a hand? I seem to have fallen."