Tasteless
Boink Bean
Monday, July 16th.
10:55Am.
Axle stood at the exit of the cargo plane, His younger sibling Vina at his side. Axle wore jet black jeans with a dark gray shirt that clung to his muscles in ways not many shirts could. His black leather belt glistening often as the stainless steel of his blades caught the lighting in the plane. Attached to his belt was a thick black pistol holster, to which a pistol was indeed tucked tightly inside.
Vina had her arms tightly behind her back in a respectful position as she stood beside her older, and far higher ranked sibling. Her glassy, aqua eyes seemed unfocused and not as if they belonged to her, as usual. She wore tightly fitted black jeans and a black tanktop that exposed the few tattoos that were branded into her porcelain skin. Her blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders like white silk. Her belt was also equipped with blades, some smaller, yet just a sharp as Axle's. She also had a rather large blade strapped to her right thigh, and a pistol holster attached to her belt.
The plane trembled lightly, and the windows along the sides, just above the seated teen experiments slid open with ease, lighting up the white inside of the plane.
Axle stood firmly as the plane made it's decent back toward the ground, rather quickly as it usually does. He inhales deeply, feeling the plane tremble more as it's wheels touch the smooth pavement of the landing pad just outside the housing center for the experiments. The plane eventually came to a stop, and the tight seatbelts that were around the teens was automatically released. Axle, nor Vina had spoken to the teenagers for the thirty-five minute flight. The majority didn't want to be here, and Axle couldn't blame them.
The exit to the cargo plane slowly opened up, allowing the bright morning light to pour into the large aircraft. Axle stood in place, before clearing his throat. "I am Axle, I am your mentor, and more importantly, your leader. You all may stand, and follow my sibling and I in an orderly-line." His voice was tough, deep, and held an intense power. His dark eyes flicked to every teenager inside the aircraft, before turning around and walking down the steps quickly, Vina following behind him.
Saul had been seated beside some teenage girl with brown, braided hair. Once the tight seatbelt released his hips he sighed heavily, his stomach stung lightly from the leather's tight grip. He looked up as Axle, their 'leader' began to speak. Axle was much larger, and clearly older than any of them. Once Axle turned, Saul stood up accompanied by the majority of the teens as everyone fell into line and began to follow the older siblings out of the cargo plane and into what seemed like a new world.
Lily walked behind the others, so she was in the very back of the line. She kept her blue eyes and and remained silent as a few others talked quietly.
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