Dakota was laying down on top of some rich person's house. He was probably chased from there like millions of times but he kept on coming back, the roof was very comfortable. It was night and dark and he loved to look at the stars and moon. Dakota sighed quietly and happily. It was beautiful in his opinion. He closed his eyes for a moment. He was one of those guys who retrieved things for people and right now he was waiting for a man who ordered him to get some kind of drug. He opened his eyes when he heard a banging. It was the man who ordered the drugs and Dakota had them in his pocket right now. He yawned and went down the roof, landing on his feet. He looked at the man and snorted. "You must be Dakota." The man said and Dakota nodded before smirking. "I got 'em, pass me the money." He said the the man. The man shook his head, stretching his arm out and had his hand held out, wiggling his fingers. "Drug first, then the money." The man said. Dakota sighed and handed over the drug which was in a bottle. The man chuckled darkly and put the drug in a syringe. "Alright, a deal is a deal, hand over the money." Dakota said to the man. The man shook his head and pinned Dakota to a wall, putting the syringe in his arm. Before Dakota tried to fight back he fell on his knees and felt dizzy. The man shook his head and picked him up, carrying Dakota back in the van

Dakota woke up and let out a small groan. He saw lots of lights and noticed the cell. "Prison?..." He muttered to himself but then noticed another human, a terrified looking girl who didn't look like a criminal. He shook his head. It wasn't prison... It seemed worse.

Dakota heard the woman and he also looked at himself. His rough and raspy hands were all soft and clear. He was wearing a suit and tie and he touched his hair which was soft and fluffy. His hair which looked like black hair at the time turned into blond which surprised him. He raised an eyebrow. It was honestly very strange. He looked around the cell and he let out a sigh and furrowed his brow. He didn't want to be here so decided to go the the bars and started grabbing them. He pulled harder and harder but the bars were too strong.

Dakota stopped pulling on the bars with a small pant, turning to the woman. "No, I don't. I thought it was prison but..." He shook his head and sighed, putting one hand on his head. "I-I don't remember anything.... I just remember being drugged by this man..." He muttered and rubbed his head once before turning his attention on the woman. She was lean and looked about his age. Honestly, he felt bad for her. She seemed SO innocent...

Dakota started to kick the bars. He sighed and looked up. There were bars on top too. They were being treated like animals. He sighed and sat down on the floor, leaning against the bars, giving up. "Well, I'm just going to wait here and see what they're gonna do." He muttered and looked around to look for the people who had drugged them. If he'd ever seen that man he would mess him up badly. He was NOT going to deal with this at ALL. He let out a small 'growl' of anger.

Dakota raised an eyebrow. "My name is Dakota. Dakota Collier. What's yours?" He asked the innocent looking woman. He looked at his hands on sighed again. It was too much. What was happening? They were so clean and didn't he didn't look homeless anymore, he looked like a normal citizen. He laid next to the bars and sighed. He wanted to punch those men. He would never make a trade ever again, even if he does get out, never will.

Dakota raised an eyebrow, her name was cool. He liked.... Moons. "You have a pretty name." He muttered and got up as he saw her shut her eyes close in worry. "Chill, they won't do anything to you nor me. Though, why would men drug us and lock us in a cell?... He shook his head, he didn't want to worry her. "How old are you? I'm 19." He muttered and looked around, he saw the men entering and he let out a growl. (I wanted drama. :P)