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Trey had already been snagged a few days before Melody. It had been a piece of cake for his new captors. He was the type of guy who was easy to frame, much like Melody, though not quite in the same manor. They had been watching his every move for months as well, studying whether or not he would prove to be a good test subject. In the end, his skills with hacking and his knack for getting into trouble were what did him in and set their minds. He had a different way of thinking than most teenagers, and he was a stark contrast in personality to the girl they had also been watching - Melody. All in all, the scientists had decided that it would be fundamental to their research to take them both and see how the experiments went. Originally, Trey was to be grabbed the same day as the girl, but a moment of opportunity had presented itself and had been too perfect to resist making their move then.

It had been an average school morning for the 17 year old. He had driven to school, as he normally did. Both his parents, however, were out of town on a business trip. They had left the previous night, entrusting their son's promises that he would try his best not to get into any trouble and he would make sure the house didn't become a disaster while they were away. Before classes officially began, he did some "hacking trades". This is what he called an exchange between himself and another school student whose sports career was in danger of becoming non-existent due to their grades. Basically, said student would pay Trey any amount of money for him to hack the school systems and up their letter grade. He was used to the scheme, but it wasn't news when he got caught sneaking out of the principal's office once he was finished. He had already been paid and finished the job so he wasn't truly concerned, but with his parents out of town, that meant a call. They were so used to this by now that they just automatically gave their consent to the principal to administer whatever punishment was necessary. And after the principal hung up, that's when things started going south...

Trey knew instantly something was wrong, because he had gotten in trouble plenty of times before to know the routine. And when two guys in suits claiming to be teachers (when Trey knew for a fact they weren't, because he irritated just about every educator in the school) came through the door, his senses went on alert. The principal had walked out for a moment, leaving the "teachers" to their vices. And that was all it took. With a bash to the head via some blunt object Trey didn't see one of them holding, he blacked out. A small bead of blood trickled down his head as he was dragged to a black van outside and taken to an unknown location. And all the while, that bead of blood trickled, right over the scar he had sustained in an accident so long ago...

OOC: I'm really starting to adore this RP<3

Trey - though he had been a bit out of it - saw them bring in the girl and strap her to the table. He supposed the same must have happened to him when he had arrived here a few days ago. It was only a few days, according to the sun, anyway... He had been gauging his time here based on the small window located almost on the ceiling of the building - strategically placed so that it was impossible to get out that way even if they did manage to escape.

When she began waking up, he could tell she was in a panic. He had nearly the same reaction when he had woken up only hours after getting here. The scientists hadn't bothered to clean off the blood on his head until well in the middle of his first night there, and though it was still uncomfortable being stuck here and not able to move, he had learned to deal with it just enough so that he didn't feel like screaming anymore. Though the girl didn't seem to know that just yet, so Trey decided to spare her learning it the hard way. "None of that's any use, you know," he pointed out. His voice was weary but as clear as he could muster.

All throughout his arms were wires and needles. Some spots had tiny holes where they had injected him with syringes already, and Trey had no doubt that the same fluids would be brought for the girl soon enough. There were bruises around some of the holes, indicating that his body had had a bad reaction to whatever they had put in it. He wrists were horribly chaffed from trying to get free the first two days of his being here, and his hair was tousled and messy. The edges of it still maintained the blood which had only been cursorily wiped off, and his eyes looked exhausted. They were still a clear blue, granted, but his expression gave it away.

ooc: I know! me too! It is great

Trey had to shut his eyes as he heard the girl scream. He didn't know her name, but he instantly felt horrible for her. He hadn't struggled as much when they had injected him - though that was mostly because he had worn himself trying to get out of his restraints. He was tempted to ask the girl's name but thought better of it. Perhaps he could when she was more calm and relaxed. Trey had always prided himself on his ability to keep calm in seemingly bad situations. Heck, he'd done it a hundred times in the principal's office and even in court. But this? Nothing could ever come close to comparing with this.

Before the scientists had left, they proceeded to checking the needles they already had injected into Trey's skin and left there. Before deciding they were satisfied, they injected his chest with another painful syringe, though the teen made no attempt to move nor yell. He just gulped in fright he didn't know he could feel - for he hadn't felt it his entire life. The pain instantly coursed through his body, burning his insides and turning his bones to lead. Or that's how it felt, anyway. When they finally stepped out of the room, he could hear a scratchy sound come from the girl's lips. She had probably asked a question, but Trey's ears had blocked out any possible clarity to their voice. Though he wasn't sure what she said, he decided perhaps it was best to calm her down. If for no other reason than to attempt to get some sleep tonight rather than listen to her try to pull at her restraints - a gesture he had already deemed and said was pointless.

"I've only been here for a few days, but that's all they've done," he said in low tones. He didn't want to waste an insane amount of energy talking, but he made his voice clear enough for the girl to hear. "Stick needles and poke syringes. I don't know why we're here... but I think it has to do with tests. I've been going on the hope that maybe when the tests are done, they'll let us go..." He didn't add that it was a false hope. That he knew it was a lie. What he did finish off with was, "I may or may not be wrong, but it's what's kept me going for now..." he trailed off, knowing that although that wasn't the whole truth, it was all he could do to try and comfort her. He had never been great at that. He was only great at getting out of trouble and playing with wires. And what good did that do him when he couldn't use those skills here?

He had been absently grasping at the wire in his hand, managing to slip it out of his skin and twirl it around in his fingers. He couldn't move his wrist very much, but it was his nervous habit. He couldn't help it.

"Melody Ross, huh?" Trey managed to find the strength to chuckle whole-heartedly. "I'm Trey Fargo..." he trailed off, not able to help the smirk that formed as he finished off, "Nice to meet you... even if the circumstances aren't so great." Trey couldn't go on any further, for the burning intensity in his bones was beginning to coincide with the numb feeling in his veins he had been experiencing for the past 24 hours. He couldn't help but fear that the two feelings were related, and that with the arrival of the girl, the scientists had perfected whatever they started. All it took was two, and a grimace made itself known on the teenager's face as he realized what a predicament they were in. He'd been feeling weird for a while now, as - unbeknownst to him - parts of his body had begun to shift to canine features and then back again. It hadn't been successful. But that was before Melody arrived here...



Trey was startled awake at about four in the morning, only a few hours after he had followed Melody into as deep a slumber as possible in their current situation. He had felt the full transformation, but that was not what originally awoke him. What had done that were the scientists. They had been murmuring excitedly to themselves, and though their voices were low, it felt like they were screaming to Trey's suddenly sensitive ears. He wanted to put his hands over his head to clear out the noise but that was - of course - out of the question. The scientists had released the restraints for only a millisecond, but Trey took his chance as immediately as his tired body allowed him.

He never made it past sitting up. A collar had been strapped tightly around his neck and had him attached to the wall just nearest to him. Before he could even stop to wonder what the heck it was for or what was going on, his bones suddenly jolted. It felt as if his body was tearing itself from the inside out. He gasped in pain and couldn't stop himself from crying out. In under half an hour, he had entirely transformed. His dark brunette hair had managed to cover his entire body in the form of fur, and his bright blue eyes stood in stark contrast, still the same shade as they had been when he was human. He didn't know what had occurred until he tried to pull the collar off. As soon as he tried to move his hands, he found they weren't hands at all. They were paws.

Once he had gotten over his freak attack - which had lasted for nearly an hour after that - his mind began to work. He had been left on the floor near Melody's table, and for the first time he could actually get a good look at her. While he stared at her sleeping form, he contemplated what he could do. Being the escape artist that he normally was in everyday situations, Trey had managed to get the hand of his claws and teeth and had even pried the chain two-thirds off before the scientists had entered the room due to readings coming from Melody.

Trey had to watch as her form slowly yet gracefully became canine in figure as well, and he was distraught in learning this. He had at least hoped she could stay human... That way they could both get out of there alive and in one piece. After all, escaping as a dog could only get Trey so far. Especially considering he was still getting over the fact he even was a dog.

By the time Melody had gotten up, Trey had managed to get through his chain and made a break for it, trying to get to one of the doors and pawing at the handle furiously. He couldn't pry it open no matter how hard he tried, and he was given a sedative immediately. His form dropped to the ground like a hunk of lead, and he yelped as the collar on his neck was tightened. This time, they looped the chain around his neck several times just for good measure, and they gifted him with a new accessory: a muzzle. He was still pawing at it, trying to get it loose, but it was no good.

By the time the scientists had finally vacated the room, Trey thought he would practically explode from the containment. He had thought he managed to at least somewhat tame the uncomfortable feeling that came with the restraints and lab table. But now? Not only was he being chained to the wall, but he was a dog for crying out loud. Though somewhere in the back of his kind he wondered whether the scientists - with all their fancy equipment - could tell that the humans they had captured were still inside these canine bodies. Not just turned into common animals who couldn't think as highly. Or at least... That's what children were always taught. What if that had been wrong?

Well, it'd have to be a question for another time. Trey was originally startled when Melody had pressed her nose into his cheek, but visibly relaxed when he realized she was trying to pry the muzzle off with her teeth. As soon as it snapped off, the teenager quickly took the opportunity to flex his jaws. Geez, that had been really uncomfortable. No wonder some dogs snapped at people. Trey shook his head, trying to think clearly. He then suddenly heard Melody speaking. Vents? She mentioned vents. He snapped his head towards her chains ands quickly got to work on cutting through them with the use of both his claws and his teeth. As weird as it was being a dog, the sharp limbs sure were helpful right about now.

With ease the newly transformed canine picked and chewed at the parts of the chain he knew to be the weak links. In under half an hour, he managed to split the chain that held Melody to the wall, though he knew his own would take a much more significant among of time. Perhaps too much. But maybe... "There isn't enough time to get mine off too, unless..." Trey trailed off, unsure exactly how his formulating plan would work. He took a quick inventory of the room, making note of the various machinery parts it held. Geez, how easy it would have been to instruct Melody on how to hack and use some of the high tech stuff, if only their hands weren't replaced with paws. It was a crazy idea, and it was even crazier of Trey to ask Melody, but he believed she could do it.

"This is going to sound insane, but I need you to somehow get a hold of one of those computers."

Trey was about to say something in return to Melody's outurst, though his response would not be unkind. He had been about to mention how he knew how bad their situation was, but he had an idea and it was the only solution he could come up with that could actually work. When she agreed in the end, however, Trey couldn't help but let a small smirk form on the tips of his muzzle. As he watched Melody try her best to bring the computer, he went over the parts of his plan.

It was simple enough, the only hard part being the paw problem... He needed to get the computer. From there he would access the main frame. Their collars, which were made of the same metal as their restraints had been, could easily be opened by using the computer to short-circuit them. Then they'd both be free. After that, he'd have to figure out a way to get into their security systems. Then he could lock any of the doors from the outside. It was clear the two new canines would not be able to get out through the doors. The handles were too high up and they had no thumbs to turn them. The scientists had at least been smart in that sense. By leaving their computers out in the open? Not so smart. Closing the doors would buy them enough time to get out through that vent Melody had mentioned.

When the first computer crashed, Trey yelped at the sudden sound which had snapped him out of his thoughts. He nearly cursed under his breath, but as luck would have it, Melody had remembered and brought over the second computer. Immediately, Trey latched onto the small table the computer laid atop, feeling strange for the first time to stand on two-legs. That was new... It took a few minutes for the teenager to get a handle on it, but his human fingers were agile and so used to typing that it must have somewhat transferred to his paw. And thank goodness he only ever learned to type with his first three fingers, because that was the only reason he managed to even type a sentence at all with paws for hands.

Suddenly, just as he managed to access the mainframe, he could hear an alarm beginning to blare. Oh no, that could not be good. "C'mon, c'mon!" He barked. He needed to type faster. But he could only do so much when he was stuck like this. As a symphony of steps began to echo throughout his ears, he finally managed to send out waves through the wireless system in order to short-circuit both of their collars. He felt his own clatter to the floor with a metallic clang. Now to get to work on the doors... A few anxious filled minutes followed, as the time ticked away and the steps grew dangerously close. "Finally!" He howled happily, and with a last press of a key, the locks on all of the doors activated, effectively keeping the scientists out... For the time being....