Quiver

Chapter 1 {Lavoisier Karst} (1)

Multiple scientists work away on their research, the sound of keyboards being clicked away at filling the quiet room. leaning on the counter provided to him to use as a desk Grayden sighs, the smooth surface of the cool counter against his forearm sending a chill down his spine. He stays in his slouched position for a while before standing up straight stretching his back the person next to him at the "desk" over glaring at him. A common occurrence from everyone there, no one really socialized or went out of there way to make friends except for a select few which ended with in them being considered the "less intellectually gifted" except for one woman.

Melissa Solovyov, she was fairly new to the facility only having been there for a few months. She was given special privileges along with her brother, Marcel. not to mention unlike her brother who had been working there for a few years she had the audacity to turn down the invitation to work there multiple times over the years, this caused the government themselves to give her more and more money and promised promotions each time after every refusal. She wasn't really sociable but she was good with working with people .Over her time she had a nice grid with a young Indian woman named Millie, she had pink and green highlights in her hair, her skin was a rich tan color and she was a bit on the  chubby side but still  quite pretty. She was still extremely smart but not anywhere close to the level of some of the people there if not for her friend she would be less of a priority than she is now.

Melissa was an American woman from a Russian immigrant family. She had Brunette hair, brown and green hazel eyes and freckles that covered a good portion of her face along with a small birthmark that more so  resembled a beauty mark below the right corner of her lip, she had a slim body and was constantly teased by her peers for being "flat chested" which she would find annoying. Her friend, Millie Williams, as mentioned was of Indian descent but also American just like her, with black hair and her infamous pink and green dyed highlights she always kept vibrant, tan skin, a hooked nose, and deep brown eyes. Her skin was clear of any blemishes and she frequently wore a light amount of makeup that would consist of a plumb colored blush and a colorful choice of eyeshadow.

The two of them where always together on breaks and days of where they would usually hang around the lounge area watching tv or out in the garden. Unlike Grayden who was a rather miserable individual who took his time off to sleep or continue his research in his free time, leading to many seeing him as a rather bland or a lack of any real personality. Now in no way was life too hard on him he had always been a "wishy-washy" or "bland" person as his parents would say though they loved him all the same. He had interests of course but never any motivation towards socializing or making friends leading to him constantly being misunderstood. The man in question is Grayden Farlow, was a tallish slim built man with light brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin with a few acne scars that had mostly faded, and a bit of a stubble. He had uneven choppy hair which had grown out a bit just above his shoulders, only in the back as the top was shorter causing a layered type styled somewhat resembling a mullet.

The three where working in the same room at the time as per usual, or more so touching up on some notes on their respective fields which all consisted of something to do with physics. A a few moments  pass Grayden stretches and gathers his belongings walking out laptop in hand going to his room after finishing todays set schedule. While walking through the skywalk that connected his workspace to the staff housing apartment, which looked almost identical to the rest of the facility plain and white. While passing the lounge he sees a group of people gathering around the wall mounted tv which caught his attention immediately. Walking over while looking at the tv he sees what could have been a area of New York City completely leveled. The screen changes showing completely destroyed areas around the world from Russia and Japan to South America and Taiwan.

Grayden: Oh...

*Was this a terrorist attack? But how would they do damage like that? Nuclear weapons?* Grayden thought to himself as he watched the broadcast on the TV.