Rowan Santi's Story

Rowan's faded jeans and grey hoodie did little to distinguish him as he fell into line at the cafeteria. He put a few slices of greasy bacon on a napkin and picked up a bowl of what might have been oatmeal for his own breakfast. He carefully counts the pills offered for his morning routine in his palm before obediently popping the handful in front of his mouth, palming the pills deftly before swallowing and showing the guard his empty mouth. Sliding into a seat near Lily, he reaches over, dropping his pills in her juice as well. "So who's after Emma?" he asked casually, dumping packet after packet of sugar into his bowl.

Lily smiles slightly looking up from her notebook. ''I'm not sure who they are but there's an organisation after me.. well Emma. Last time I saw them they broke into my high school and started attacking people. The doctors here don't believe me... people think I killed students but I was saving them from the evil people...'' She'd stir her cereal with her spoon before pushing it aside still watching the cook. ''How come you're stuck in here?'' She asks looking back at him fiddling with a pen in her hand.

"Wrong place at the wrong time?" He shrugged casually, stirring the heaps of sugar into his oatmeal. "You know how it is." When she pushed her cereal aside, he noticed her glance towards the cook. "Problems with the food?" He didn't seem to share her concerns, though, considering the way he followed the question with a good sized spoonful of oatmeal. Though he was eating, he still seemed as if he might be watching a little too closely.

Lily looked back at him before whispering ''I don't trust the cook... He might be with the organisation. He could be poisoning my food, it's they kinda thing they'd do.'' She noticed he was very fixated on something but couldn't work out what. Feeling a little uncomfortable she looked away from him doodling trees again.

Considering, Rowan pulled out another packet of sugar and held it up in front of Lily's face. "Have you tried the antitoxin? I have a supplier on the outside. It'll neutralize anything." He seemed sincere in his offer, no sign of skepticism or mockery in his expression. As he let Lily consider the option, he picked up the slices of bacon from his napkin and set them on her tray. "And I'm sure these are fine. They can't poison me, they need me."

Lily smiled eating the food ''Thanks. I'm not sure, sounds like a lot of trouble if caught...'' She finished the bacon he had given her and watched as the guards began letting people go out into the courtyard and gardens since the weather was nice. ''How do you manage to sneak them in anyway, I herd they were really strict during the visits...'' She asked quietly.

He leaned in, whispering like a conspirator, "You're better off not knowing..."

And with that, he was up again, stuffing the greasy napkin in his pocket and draining his own juice (uncontaminated by stashed drugs) before dropping off his finished breakfast tray. Once out in the courtyard, he ambled around along a casual route, looking along the fences especially for anything that might have blown in. He kept his distance so as not to arouse suspicion, but he kept a keen eye out for anything out of place, including anything interesting his fellow inmates might be up to.

Lily Evans:
Lily went back to doodling in her notebook. The guards had given up trying to convince her to go outside shortly after she arrived.



Quinn Layton:

Quinn finished reading his comic book, leaving it on the table before returning his tray and coffee cup. He walked outside looking around at what everyone was doing. Not being in the mood to play football with some of the other inmates, he climbed up one of the trees near the edge of the garden. He had already worked out the tree wasn't close enough to jump over the fence, he learnt that the hard way cracking his head open in the process. That was almost a year ago now. He spotted someone walking round the fence and started watching him interested in what he was doing.

Looking around there was little to be found. Unfortunately for him, the groundskeepers kept the lawn trim and tidy to prevent just such scavenger hunts. Instead he meandered a bit, kicking small rocks to skitter across the ground. After a while of being watched, he turned his gaze up towards the tree, looking Quinn straight in the eye. "How's the view?"

Rowan's eyes followed Quinn's descent, seeming to be taking the measure of something as the other inmate landed in front of him. He didn't respond to the introduction, though he glanced over towards the football brawl when it was mentioned. He shrugged. "What else is there for them to do?"

When Natalya came near, he turned to watch her, tilting his head as if to read all of her visible tattoos.

Verse yawned and opened the door to his cell, muttering "Pardon me," as he stepped past it. He was wearing his favorite color today, as he always did. He twisted one of the many rings on his fingers, and rubbed his eyes with one hand, surveying the madness around him. Lots of guys, lots of girls (Huzzah!), and a brawl. He sighed, and wandered over to the kid that had just jumped out of a tree. "Hey there. I'm Verse." He lifted his hand and gave a small wave. "What happened over there?" He nodded toward the brawl.

Hayden slid his hands in his pockets, a grin on his face that resemble a smirk. He stood in the doorway to head outside and tilted his head, surveying the area and all who were in it. He wore simplicity, jeans, a white t shirt and a necklace that seemed like it was meant for a girl. A thin gold chain with a delicate heart intertwined with a silver heart.
Hayden had tea but left it on a table, having lost interest in it quickly since it had no lemon. He slid his hand out of his pocket and pointed two fingers forwards, his thumb up. He closed one eye and shot at each patient that was outside, mouthing gun sounds with each imaginary shot. "You look so fine, when you lie it just don't show. But I know which way the wind blows," Hayden began singing as he took a step outside, heading towards a bench. Hayden straddled the bench before laying back, his head hanging off the end.
"I swim, but I wish I'd never learned. The water's too polluted with germs."