Beck scoffed and rolled his eyes as yet another newcomer appeared in the room, wheeled in in a cage. That was new, he thought absently as he picked at one of the sleeves of hiq leather jacket. He sighed, horribly bored now, and stood up to stretch. He raised his arms above his head and cracked his back, white shirt beneath the jacket riding up a bit and revealing a muscled stomach. He slouched again and in a sudden bout of frustration, lashed out to hit his tightly closed fist against the bars at the front of the cage. It seemed everyone except he and the new arrivals had been taken away.
A sudden thought struck the nineteen year old boy and he looked over to Lance, wanting to confirm his suspisisions. "Say, Lance," he drawled out, brown eyes drifting to look at the other teen's face, "You had this jab yet or are ya still waiting too?" If he was right and Lance hadn't had it, then it was only those who turned into animals now who had been removed. Beck wondered why.
