Cyrus hated needles. They reminded him of the horrible experiments so many of them had been exposed to. He was careful not to show it, though, as he went on with his work.
"What? Oh, right." Cyrus, unlike the others, was quite forgetful of the rules. He caused the most trouble of all those in the warehouse.
(Unless anyone else wants to fight me. Jk. We can talk it out haha)
(I can imagine. Maybe it'll give him a good laugh. :lol:)
"You can go to the warehouse now," the guard told him gruffly.
Cyrus said nothing but turned to the door of the huge smoky building behind him, running inside to where the other children were.
(Looks like there aren't many male charries, may as well)
Name: Cyrus
Gender: M
Age: roughly 14, but isn't sure.
Description: Brown hair that never behaves and blue eyes that sometimes look grey. His left eye sees like a thermal camera and he can see living people before they're within normal...