|••|Moon Ikile|••|
18 years|••|Female|••|Number one
Location:New neighborhood->New job|••|Mentions:Number 6, Rean

The white-haired girl slowly opened her eyes, only to be meet by a blinding light. A frown immediately crossed her features as she lifted her hand up and covered her eyes. Hah, Earth. After a few minutes of accommodating to the sun's rays, her hand reached for her purse. The voice told her everything she needs would be there, in a small notebook. In fact, that's what it told everybody. She placed her hand on her lap. Moon was currently sitting on a bench with someone else from the project. Her eyes quickly scanned the page. Apparently both of them worked at the same cafeteria. Nice. The frown from before slowly started to vanish as he turned her head towards the male. The girl quickly started to take in his appearance. Dyed hair, brown eyes, somewhat light. Or, at least that's the first impression he gives off. Her eyes shifted from him to her surroundings. It was a sunny day, perhaps even hot. She grabbed her hair and placed it over her shoulder, looking back at the male. "Hey, six. Your human name?"

|••|Rean Abernathy|••|
22 years|••|Male|••|Number Six
Location:New neighborhood->New job|••|Mentions:Number 1, Moon

Rean groaned at the light and threw his arm over his eyes, he licked at his bottom lip to wet it a bit. Hearing the female's voice he turned his head towards her and opened his eyes, before they snapped shut once again at the rush of information "Rean Abernathy, Male, 22 humans years" he sat up slowly and turned placing his feet on the ground "What about you Number one? and when are we going to this said job?"

|••|Moon Ikile|••|
18 years|••|Female|••|Number one
Location:New neighborhood->New job|••|Mentions:Number 6, Rean

"Me? I'm Moon. Had no inspiration for surname Ikile." She responded quickly, getting up and patting her white, short and loose skirt. "I think now?" Her eyebrow involuntarily raised as she glanced at her notebook again. "Huh, we're here already." The girl looked at the building behind them, chuckling slightly. She quickly headed towards the door, pushing it open with both arms, not waiting for number six. She batted her long eyelashes as music immediately stung her ears. Gulping, she continued towards the counter. "Hello, just signed up for the job. I'm Ikile." The person behind the counter pointed at the door besides him. "Change there? All uniforms are there." Moon nodded and entered the room, coming out dressed in the uniform in a second. The waiter's eyes widened at her coming back out so soon.

|••|Rean Abernathy|••|
22 years|••|Male|••|Number Six
Location:New neighborhood->New job|••|Mentions:Number 1, Moon
Rean rolled his eyes and followed the female standing at the door as she talked to the waiter, and couldn't help but let a smirk take over his face "Wait, Am I working with a pervert?" he asked smirking towards Moon before looking at the waiter again "I mean, who just stares at a door a girls changing in for five minutes?" He raised a eyebrow almost mockingly "Should I be offend if you don't watch the door for me?" Rean's face went blank for a second before he nodded and let a fake smile get placed on is face

|••|Moon Ikile|••|
18 years|••|Female|••|Number one
Location:New neighborhood->New job|••|Mentions:Number 6, Rean

Moon chuckled, leaning over the counter. "I can't say he's the pervert you're working with." Another chuckle came out of her mouth before she turned around and looking around. The cafeteria wasn't full at all, but a few customers wanted to order. She hurried over to the first one, wrote down his order and moved on to the next one. In a few minutes, the girl was back at the counter, handing the small notebook to the other waiter. "Am I supposed to make them? Just asking." She shrugged, asking out of pure curiosity. The other guy shook his head and started preparing the coffees.

Lorelai Blackledge | 21 years | Female | Number Seven | Location: Street/Undisclosed Location | Mentions: Number Nine, Giovanni

Lorelai roamed the streets aimlessly, at a pace not exactly slow enough for her to be considered taking a walk, yet not fast enough for her to be considered running. In fact, she looked somewhat stiff and unnatural while walking, but it was almost impossible to pinpoint what exactly was so odd about her step; it just looked out of place. She had no idea why she was walking or what her destination was, it was as if she was born walking and kept doing what she was made for, heading in the direction she was programmed to head to. The alleyway was dark, stretching between two large and tall buildings that blocked the light almost completely. Reaching the end of the alleyway, she halted suddenly; at last, as if her mind had been frozen until then and had just started to awaken, she began questioning where she was going and why.
But after one second of thought, she kept going, like an obedient machine. Stepping into the light at the end of the alleyway, she suddenly found herself on the ground and letting an exclamation of surprise escape her lips; she had bumped into someone, but their face was unclear due to the light shining behind them.

Lorelai Blackledge | 21 years | Female | Number Seven | Location: Street | Mentions: Number Nine AKA Giovanni

Lorelai gazed up at the person she had bumped into, who had just spoken. At last, she could actually make out his features, as well as the fact that he was a he. Shit. How the fuck do we deal with those again? she thought while tilting her head to the side to gaze at the person again, looking almost like a bird. "Who the fuck are you calling a 'girly'?" she growled, slightly flushed. Her mind was so chaotic that she forgot she was sitting on the ground and that getting up was probably a good idea. Staring up like that, half scared, half awkward and embarrassed and 150% done with this new life that sent her bumping into a guy of all sorts of people, she looked like a cat frozen in astonishment.

Lorelai Blackledge | 21 years | Female | Number Seven | Location: Street | Mentions: Number Nine AKA Giovanni

Lorelai stood there for a few more seconds, blinking slowly, skeptic of her own intentions. At last, she decided not to give a shit - as she always did anyway - and took the stranger's hand to help herself up. "Right- Oh shit, you're... much taller than me." she gulped after realizing just how tall this 'experiment nine' character was. Why the hell did she create herself so short again?... Oh right, cuteness. Which didn't seem to work at that moment. Well, shit.
"Ahem. I'm number seven I suppose, name down here is..." she paused for a second as if trying to remember her own name, "Ah, right! Lorelai. Yeah. Nice to meet you, number nine."

|••|Dakota Silver|••|
19 years|••|Female|••|Number two
Location: Park|••|Mentions: Number 4, Dallon

Dakota huffed as she idly played with the sleeve of her jacket. Eventually she got tired of just staring at the tree in front of the bench she was sitting on and pulled out her phone before starting to play some random puzzle game. Why was she just sitting on a bench you may ask? The answer is simple. Instinct. She felt the instinctual urge to go outside, walk to the park, and sit on a bench. Honestly she wondered if she was sane half the time. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts Dakota scooted forward until her upper back was pressed against the lower part of the bench back and her legs were stretched out in front of her. Unfortunately her minds chosen time to slouch in her seat was possibly the worst considering she felt something trip over her legs a second later effectively making her body turn and her phone slip from her grasp before landing on the sidewalk with a small crack.

Lorelai Blackledge | 21 years | Female | Number Seven | Location: Street | Mentions: Number Nine AKA Giovanni; Number Five AKA Ezekiel/Eli

Before the 'number nine character' - as Lorelai was going to call him from now on - had a chance to reply, the girl turned to the alleyway in the same moment she heard steps approaching them, with extreme speed suggesting desperation to be saved or at least not be all alone. As soon as the newcomer stepped forward out of the dark alley, her gaze caught his features - of course, first thing to be noticed being his height. "You, you... Human person you!" she called, looking almost exthatic to see him; she had no clue who he was, but something was telling her that he was an experiment too.