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--- 07:59:43 AM (hh/mm/ss) --- - [Erindale Rd / On the Move] -

It had almost been a week since Garrin signed the contracts to undergo testing that would "without a doubt alter the chemistry of the subject's DNA", and began preparing for what could be the last few days of his human life. Like all the other subjects, he was warned that his old honda would be utterly useless after the change, and arranged for it's storage for the next year. Instead, his roommate, or 'former' roommate drove him the half-hour to the Facility.

The dingy vehical they were in created an irritating drone which only faded away after listening to it for more than ten minutes. The radio was blabbing randomly about 'people these days', before Larry turned it down to speak.

"Y'know man, I donno, this all sounds like a fat cahoots to me."

"Hey hey! I checked the place out, it looks like it's proper. I know it sounds strange, but it's all expenses paid, AND they're paying my half of the rent for you so long as you stay there."

Larry cocked his head, giving a whistle, before ignoring the road to face his soon-to-be-gone friend.

"But a Dragon, man! They pulled that one straight 'outta the bin! And whaddya mean 'while I'm away', pretty sure they wouldn't let you go if you're worth that much to them. If it even works that is."

The passanger window slide down, Garrin sticking his head out slightly to catch the wind through his hair, running across the lightly-gel'd spikes that shot out forwards.

"They said I'd be contracted to them for two years. I'll probably be able to walk around by then, probably under their supervision. After that, I'm free to go once the contract expires, unless they re-negociate."

The beat up car they were in sped straight through a red light, attracting angry honks from other nearby vehicles. Garrin's friend had his eye's glued forward now.

"Free to go, eh? Man, don't you realise you wouldn't even be HUMAN anymore after that! Damn, you'd be on the news everynight, some old geezer spying a demon on the loose, little kids crying at the big angry monster. Look man, I can't tell you what to do, with your life or 'nything, but there's more to this than a couple of years gone missing."

"Larry, there is more to this. It's for the science - someone needs to do it, and I'm fit for the job-"

"Your muma's dead, man. Ain't nothing will change that."

The silence was deafening. Over the roar of zooming vans, the sound of gurgling engines of halted trucks ready to pounce at the next green light, the silence overlapped it all. It continued for all the way to the facility, right until they parked outside the entrance. They sat for a minute, before Garrin started to leave.

"Man, I'm sorry. I went too far with that. Listen, do whatcha like, I'll miss you either way. How about I visit you when you're out, how's that? I'll even call in a couple of weeks to see if this is all a sham."

"That's fine Larry. Thanks for the ride... have a great year."

"You too, pal."

--- 08:04:56 AM (hh/mm/ss) --- - [Haringale Facility Topside Entrance / Meeting Room #03] -

There was rather a bustle at the entrance on this day, various doctors, researchers and papershufflers called in for the start of what could make or break the company funds. The subjects were lead to a meeting room while they waited for Mrs Stanley to gather notes. Halogen lights, a white screen and a dormant projecting machine were all that filled the room besides the rather long, blank table with chairs around it.

Many of the other subjects had arrived before Garrin, the arranged time of arrival being eight-o'clock after all. Everybody stuck out like sore thumbs in their casual clothing, in start contrast to the professional attitude of the staff bustling around in the halls.

Two sisters sat next to each other, talking about how exciting the whole thing was. Their flowing black hair shimmering everytime they moved their heads, reflecting the harsh light from the ceiling. The pair of them had to be around their early twenties. One was slightly shorter, and calmer looking than the other, who was waving around her hands in excitement.

On their right, a man in a leather jacket and ten-gallon hat had his perfectly polished boots resting on the table. A motorcycle helmet lay in the crook of his elbow as he lent back in his chair. One might question why he brought two different hats, but no one would likely confront him- His face couldn't be seen beneath the tip either, a certain bandit attitude around him. He must have been living on the road for a while.

On his right, a guy played around with a pen in his hands, nervously twitching his fingers every now and then. His arms were long and lanky, thin, cloudy white coloured. He didn't look all that healthy. His neat hair and simple clothing revealed a rather reserved nature, but he was actively glancing around the room, soaking up everything around him.

Another pair of woman stood at the back of the room, chatting with each other. Or rather, one talked while the other stood there trying to digest what she was hearing. The talkative one was large - her body wobbling slightly as she told a joke in a rather dramatic fashion. Her hair was tied up with a pinkish-magenta bandana, and her mouth was. Constantly. Moving. The poor girl in front of her was the smallest out of the whole group, and looked particularily young, perhaps twenty. She was trying to listen to the chatterbox next to her, but had no idea what half the slang she said actually meant.

Garrin walked in, making it seven people in the room, with only one other man was missing. Not wanting to interrupt the woman talk around him, or disturb either of the other men, he sidled up to the wall and tried hard to look cool, beaming a fake-confidence smile around the room without aim.

That's when Mrs Stanley walked in, standing by the vacant end of the table. Clearing her throat, she banged some files she was holding against the projector, stopping most of the conversation. A low whisper continued awkwardly somewhere about the chatterbox, before Fione glared in the general direction.

"Are we all settled then? Right. I say we get these introductions out of the way... wait, Mr Tamarilin isn't here. Hmm, I suppose we should continue-"

"HEeeeyyy, Duuudes, you're all in here! Wooah, I was told to go down the hall and I was like 'I can't go down the hall dude, it's h_orizonta_l', and oh hey there lady, I remember your FACE, like my dearest walnut, I do."

"If there's nothing else for you to say Mr Tamarilin, please be sit down or stand against a wall somewhere."

The new guy stood there, a dumb expression on his face before a cheeky smile flew over it like he cut the cheese. His face was rather creviced, with dusty white facial hair and a goatee tied in two places with cloth or beads or... something. The hair that hung around his head was dyed various natural colours, and highlighted with random yellows and reds. His outfit was outrageously lime, his bare feet hardly visible out from under his widely spread trouser legs.

He made his way back by the sisters, who said 'Hi' and commented on his garments. Out of such a random bunch of people- a Cowboy, a Geek, a Hippe, a chatterbox, a silent type, it seemed like those two sisters were the only other normal ones there.

"If that's all done, then we can continue here. You should all know by now, that you'll all be undergoing a transformation. Everybody here will be kept to a similar schedual of awakening and sleeping so that you all, as a group, can bind together. We suspect it'll be physically, mentally, and most certainly physiologically draining on all of you. I ask you all respect each others differences, and get along, so that there isn't even more stress than already.

Now, I'd like you to introduce yourself, and something key about you. Something about your nature - your physical looks will be much different the next time you all see each other. From my right, go first."

The nervous man stood up, and did a weak, shakey bow. He was up first.

"I-I-I'm Melvin, Melvin Teakle. I'm not usually v-very social.. .. I-I am quite fond of fo-fo-photography.. I s-suppose.."

The Cowboy guy shook his head next, not looking up.

"I don't do kiddie introductions. This ain't preschool."

Fione struck her papers a few times against the projector again, until the Cowboy spoke up again.

"Fine. Derek Cougar. I dislike being told what to do."

"Then Mr Cougar, you should have thought twice about joining up as a test subject."

He shrugged, still not having looked up. The sisters were next, the shortest first.

"Hi everyone, I'm Analiese Clarra, but most of my friends call me Anna. I'm a rather artsy person, and hold painting rather dear to me."

"And I'm Anna's older Sis, Bella. I love concert music and dancing, and coinsider both close to my heart!"

The Chatterbox gave the Cowboy a once over look, before turning to everyone, speaking in a now unmistakably loud, slightly whiny voice.

"Man, that Cougar's cold, he betta stay outta' mah way, 'cause when this lady comes walkin' down the street, I expect some at - ten - tion , ya hear what I mean homies? Cassandra Berklie's my name, or Cassy, but jus' call me Chick, if ya dig. It's what all mah old B-F's used to call me, so it's like my real name now too, ya hear?"

The shy girl blushed before stepping away from Cassy, who's bosom was jiggling all over the place under her unrestraining shirt. She cleared her own throat, and almost whispered across the room.

"Valery Dwinkly. I'm not accustomed to talking.... I tend to dream a lot, and I used to play piano and viola... I don't think i'll be able to after this though..."

It was Garrin's turn. He cleared his throat, speaking slightly too loud to cover his nerves.

"Garrin, Garrin Fitch is the name! I'd like to think I'm dedicated to my work, but as it happens I don't have a job anymore! So I value the time I put into my image... just for the Lay-dee's, yeEAAh!"

The sisters both giggled, although he was unsure if it was 'with' or 'at' the overconfident look. Valery turned away a bit, blushing even harder than before, while Cassandra gave a seductive growl and clawed the air once. The gesture punctured Garrin as if he were an over-inflated balloon, almost sending him into shivers at the look on the Chatterbox's face.

Mrs Stanley gave a look around the room, a worried expression searching the room.

"Er, Has anyone seen Mr Tamarilin? Did he leave the room for-EEEEK"

Fione jumped back, papers flying everyhere, the hippie rising out from under the table where she once stood. Holding her heart, she glared unsuccessfully at the man picking his nose in front of her. He threw the boger onto the ground, before facing everyone fully.

"That... was soo v_ertica_l... they call me Tucker Tamarilin, the man in greeeeenn, they all do, that creepy fortune wizard and the whooole Doctor's brigade, yup. Duude, you all look so wicked creeped out right now, jus' don' worry. I'm alll over control. Like a fly."

Mrs Stanley gathered her papers quickly, Tucker snorting something ugly deeper into his nose before walking back to the sisters, both grinning in full. It seems that introductions had gone more or less as planned.

"... Please don't do that again, Tucker. I'm not even going to ask WHY you were down there, just, don't do it again."

"but it was sooooo v_ertica_l down there.."

"Now, we've wasted enough time. Follow me down to the Genetics labs, where our lead Geno-Assembler is, where we will confirm what you are all projected to look like after the change. Don't wander please."

Everyone walked out in a humming excitement, eager for starting what will soon be a life-long change. Chatter spread randomly between everybody in the group, except for Derek. No one had tried speaking to him yet. Even Melvin and Analiese exchanged words with each other on the way down. There was an unsettling feeling around Derek that pushed people away. Garrin hoped that he wouldn't turn out to be the violent type..