some kids are in a "correctional facility" they have been caught doing bad things. the people say that you still can turn your life around,that they will help you. saome havent done that bad of things just at the wrong place at the wrong time others have done really bad things. eather way they are stuck.

name:
age
why you are here
apperance
personallity
other info

name: pyro
age: 10
why you are here: was hanging around his big brother who was smoking a cop came by and grabbed him and his brother he attacked the cop (anger issues)
apperance:cuts bruises and scars every where. 5' 0" blond hair with black streaks almost down to sholders. wheres black or grey baggy clothes long scar all the way down his arm and side and leg.
personallity: gets mad easly and handles his anger in a bad way. quiet.
other info: his mom died when he was born and his dad abused him. (why all of the cuts bruises and scars) his dad once was drunk and angry so he took his pocket knife and cut him up hisleg side and arm.
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pyro was sitting in the car looking at the floor being taken somewhere.
all i did was hit the cop in the nuts than elbowed him in the face now im going to ju-vi he thought. damn cop. the car stopped the police grabbed him out of the car.
"here he is"
"small little tike arnt you"
pyro glared at the person.
" ok ill show you to your room uuumm j-"
"NAMES PYRO!"
"well it says here that your j-"
"I DONT GIVE A CRAP WHAT IT SAYS MY NAMES PYRO!"
" ok then pyro let go show you around" they walked up a few flights of stairs till they got to a room.
"this is your group have fun" she said. she hurried off. pyro took a seat in the back of the room.

name: Rochelle
age: 16
why you are here: she was forced into drug dealing and prostitution. It wasn't her choice. But she had to get money to raise her mother and her younger brother... Her mother was more like the child, not being able to do anything for herself, so Rochelle did everything, and she was the one going to juvy? what bull shit.
appearance: small figure, skinny and slightly tan with a tattoo on her hip bone and her wrist. she wasn't a whore or a slut, but she was attractive. She has semi-long brown hair with swoop bangs and angles and layers. She has a few peircings on her ears, but not too many. She is bruised and scarred, because of the abuse she takes as a prostitute.
personality: not exactly shy or frightened easily. she can fend for herself, she is tough but has a soft side... you've just gotta take the time to find it.

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Rochelle got picked up by the police, wearing something she wish she wasn't. Not only was she caught selling herself, but possessing drugs as well. She really hated her mother right now.
She sat in the back, uncomfortable with the handcuffs too tight against her small scarred wrists. When they reached the center, she was dragged inside and put in a sort of classroom, with a few other kids in it. She went to one corner, keeping to herself. She hated herself right now...

Name: Danny
Age: 17

Why You are Here: Coming from a broken home, Danny lived with his father, who he rarely saw. Every week, his father would drink away his paycheck, leaving Danny to fend for himself. He held a steady job at a local auto repair shop, and had dropped out of school a year ago. However, he made his real money through drug deals and favors for people he met "on the streets" of his neighborhood.

Appearance: Danny was big for his age...he stood at 6'2 and was extremely muscular and fit from many hours carrying car tires, working 16 hour days, and constantly running from the police. His jet black hair was somewhat short, and always tossled. He had one blue eye and one green eye, but most people never got close enough to notice. A large tattoo of the Virgin Mary was drawn on the bicep of his left arm. He also had a tattoo of his grandmother's name on his right forearm, and two large "angel" wings tattooed on the back of his shoulders.
Personality: Not afraid of anything, and usually the one to pick a fight, even if there is no need to.
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Danny heard the sirens and saw the flashing lights of one single squad car as he looked out of the garage at the auto shop he worked at. "Aw, shit..." he mumbled to himself. He saw the police officer talking with his boss, and they both looked over at him. He quickly looked around for a place to run or hide, but he was trapped inside the garage. This was the second time he'd been caught. He stuck his wrists out as the cuffs went on. He was arrested for selling drugs to minors and possession.

The ride was a short one from the garage to the center. Once they checked him out, Danny was sent into a room with a bunch of other kids, most of them looking younger than him. Just a year more and he would be in regular prision for such an offense. He'd been here before, so he wasn't too uncomfortable with the place. He just wished he could've worn something else. He was in a white wifebeater tanktop, fitting to his chest and showing off not only his tanned muscles but all of his tattooes. The tanktop, however, was stained from grease and oil, as were his navy Dickies. On his feet were black workboots, worn out from constant usage. His face and arms were smudged with grease, and all he wanted to do was take a hot shower and get the hell out of this place.

Rochelle's eyes wandered to the other kids in the room and then to the boy who had just entered. She had seen him before, dealing drugs in the same area she had before. She'd helped out a few of his friends, but she didn't know him personally. She watched him, her eyes looking him up and down descretly.

name: Jakota
age: just barely 17
why is he here?: He ran away from his father and he was living in a street gang. He worked as a theif but was finally caught by a motion detector in a museum. He was carrying a pocket knife and it was called as an armed robbery. He isn't a bad guy but hates adults and authority figures.
appearance: Black hair with grey streaks, his hair falls over his eyes alot. His eyes are cold and grey, hypnotizing almost. He's 5' 8'' and thin with pale skin. Has white scars on the palm of both hands and a black tat on the back of his neck, the symbol of his street gang.
personality: charming and will easily throw himself in front of a bus for his friends. Hates adults and finds it fun to annoy the hell outta them.
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Jakota dashed between two alleyways, damp and musty smella wafting around him. It was all too familiar. He could hear the yelling and the sirens behind him. How had he been so stupid! A motion detector! The others were never gonna let him live this down.
He saw the gate rise up in front of him and he didn't slow, propelling himself through the air and grabbing the fence bars, hoisting himself up over it.
Someone grabbed his foot.
He shouted as he was yanked down the side of the gate, falling ten feet to the concret below He remembered smacking his face on the ground and being roughly hoisted into the back of a car. Then he blacked out and let himself fall once again.

"look our new group members have arrived, mind telling us your names and why are you here?"
"yes i do mind" pyro barked
"tell us anyway"
"im pyro and i hit a cop in the nuts and elbowed him in the face cuz he grabbed me and pushed me on da ground"
"did you have any family issues"
"ya"
"are you going to ansure with a 2 silable ansure?"
" no"

(its 'answer'...)
The person who as asking questions turned to her and she looked up, feeling eyes on her.
"The names Rochelle... prostitution and drug dealing... yes i have family problems.."says plainly.

Jakota was shooved through a door and saw a few other kids being questioned inside. He grimaced as the guy behind him grabbed his shoulder to push him in. He turned hard on the man, his eyes taking on a cold darkness that forced the man to take a step backward. "Dont...touch me." The man didn't answer and Jakota stepped into the room, pulling out a seat and slumping into it next to the girl.

She looks over at the boy next to her. "Rough day?" Says sarcastically, but not in a mean way.

He smirked sideways at her, "Not my best day, I guess." He shrugged.
he looked around at her and the other boy. "Jakota, by the way."

"Rochelle.." She said softly. She put her feet up on the table.

Jakota stood up and walked across the room like he owned the place.

The man at the table stood too. "Please take a seat."

Jakota rubbed his chin. "When I feel like it, Frankenstine." He looked back at Rochelle. "What'd you get busted for?

She chuckled. "Prostitution and drug dealing... you?"

Danny watched as the others in the room got questionend. He crossed his arms over his chest and slouched in his chair, until the man came to him. "You don't need to know my name, you're just gonna give me a number anyway, what does it matter what I did? I'm here for a reason. And I don't have enough of a family to have problems with." He smiled, sarcastically, his teeth seeming exceptionally white against his grease-smudged face. Growing up in New York, Danny's accent was very "Brooklyn" and it tended to make people think he was some kind of thug and was stupid. In reality, he was very smart. He chose not to speak very much because of this stereotype with his accent.

everyone was in groups talking about whatever be for group started. pyro was in a desk in the back corner hidden from everyone.
"maby if i hide back here people will leave mealone" he thought to himself

"Armed Robbery. I'm a theif." Jakota answered her, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms over his chest. He looked around at Danny and Pyro. "Who are the others? You know?"

She shook her head, no. but She did wanna get to know the grease covered one. She walked over to his desk and sat on the one next to his. "Hey..."

Jakota shrugged, walking over to the smaller boy in the corner. "Sup. I'm Jakota."
The boy didn't look so great, like maybe he'd been around the dark cloud for too long. Like he'd been in too deep. Then again, most of them had been in too deep.

That was why they were here right? That's why the adults were trying to keep them away from the outside world. They didn't care about the kids. They only cared about how people thought of them. They weren't concerned with the greater good of the children. It was all a show for the citizens. To Jakota, the only person he blamed for his life was his bastard of a father, and every other adult on the face of the earth along with him.

"hi" "dang someone came over here" he thought pyro looked doen at the carvings on the desk like
this place sucks
get me out
they dont care
i dont need to be here pyro could agree with all of them

"Man, it's shit being locked up, huh?" He crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the wall. "I'm Jakota...Jay for short. Armed robbery. Who're you and what're you in for?"