Leda gave a slight sigh before shoving her pale hands into the back pockets of her strategically ripped, faded black skinny jeans. Giving one last glance around from behind her Ray Bans, the model decided check out the cabin designated for those of the female gender. Striding over the gravel, a slight smirk painted it’s way onto the delinquent's angelic face as the crunch resonated loudly, each step in her combat boots sounding eerily like bones snapping. You would know what that sounds like.. wouldn’t you? echoed the taunting thoughts, the tone holding a disturbed joy. Giving a small scoff and choosing to ignore such a dangerous train of thought, Leda mildly noted how close the male cabin was in relation to the female one. However, despite the coming and goings of the male delinquents, Leda didn’t feel that compelled to get their attention nor talk to them.
Walking inside the dingy cabin, the model’s lip curled in mild disgust seeing the lack of technology. ”Great... isolation.. at least that butler was right about my bags being delivered.” mused Leda, her words slightly biting with scorn practically dripping from each syllable. Fixing her gaze on the duffle bag with a skull print and a carry on made of similar fabric, Leda suppressed an eyeroll seeing the two bags resting neatly, side by side, on the wooden floor. Giving a ‘tch’ of annoyance, the seemingly frail girl lifted both bags with ease before dumping them on a bottom bunk.
It was at this time that a girl, obviously another convict, had strolled into the cabin, a mischievous smirk placed on her lips. Curiously, Leda looked at the girl from behind her shades before finally turning to face the newcomer. As she did this, the linked chain around her neck clattered slightly, her bubblegum pink hair swaying at the sudden movement. She was about to say something but decided against it. Instead, Leda turned back to her luggage but, every so often, would glance at the girl from behind the concealing sunglasses.