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Izagi Detention Center

Izagi Detention Center

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"We're all pretty bizarre. Some of us are just better at hiding it."- The Breakfast Club

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Introduction

The Izagi Detention Center


"We're all pretty bizarre. Some of us are just better at hiding it."- The Breakfast Club

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Igazi is wonderful level one (not a major threat to society) facility for troubled, underprivileged teens. Well, maybe not. The food sucks, the staff is as rude as you are, and you always have to watch your back. But, hey that’s what you get for breaking the law. Some of these kids are waiting to get out, some don’t have anywhere else to go so they are happy do anything to stay, and there are some who are forced in. And that is how the story starts.

The 5 Elite council members of Seto Private High school run the school. Everything has to be perfect, and they consider themselves perfect as well. They are beautiful, smart, rich, and everything is going well for them.

Until—now.

The Elites, as they are called are—to sum it up with one word—spoiled, and they know it. They love being rich, and beautiful, but their parents are fed up with it. They want these teens to have a reality check, and have a glimpse of a alternate lifestyle before they graduate, and well they thought the detention center was the best place. They couldn’t just enroll the teens in a community service project; they had to put them in a environment they may not survive. At least that what the teens are thinking, they parents think they will be fine as long as they drop the superior attitude. Oh the best part of this they have to be their—with thieves, assaulters, druggies, runaways, etc—for the ENTIRE SUMMER.

Oh joy.

The Crew is a small group of teens who have been at the Detention center for a while, and keep things running smoothly behind the staffs back. They steal to get food for others; they protect the other members, and treat the other troubled teens as family, well sometimes. When the Elites come to their place, they can tell right off that they are not one of them, and their superior attitudes do not go well with the other teens at the facility. In fact their presence causes a hostile environment. Even the Crew does not like them because they cause them many problems, and—they have to live in the same cell--er room with them.

Again, Oh joy.

Join in the hilariously summer that these two different groups have to endure with each other. Will conflicts come? Yes! Will romance bloom? Yes! Will any of them get out alive?

Hehe, maybe!
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Characters Roles
Even though this is kinda a romance RP the teens do not necessarily have to fall for a member of the opposite side. ^_^


The Elites

The Leader (M):Trenton Mala-ki; Taken by LadyOftheLand
“Leadership is practiced not so much in words as in actions.” He is a man of action and enjoys making plans and sticking to it. He is Mr. Popular because of influence with others. Although he carries out many actions while being the School President he does so with money. Money is how he completes all his actions, but when that source is taken from him, will he be a true leader?

The Beauty (F): Zaire Ai Blaiseille; Taken by Kveria
“I am like a wild rose, beautiful, but willing to draw blood.” She is your average beauty queen. She is egotistical, yet lovable. She has a manipulative streak, and can be quite bossy. She has always gotten what she wants, and no one ever stopped her from doing what she wants, but how will that turn out in a place where rules are enforced, and beauty isn’t everything.

The Smarty (F): Mirabelle Florence (Mimi); Taken by NekopirePrincess
“No great genius has ever existed without some touch of madness.” She is very smart, yet somewhat strange. She analyzes things until it hurts. She is in the top of her class, yet she is always pushing herself to be better. She is slightly insecure, and feels as if she would have never gotten to be an Elite if it wasn’t for her smarts. Her thoughts may end up hurting her heart.

The Jock (M): Joey Wallace; Taken by Hinasil
“Adversity causes some men to break; others to break records.” He is a good man who likes trials, and sports. He finds himself doing better under pressure. Whether it be pushing himself in sports, or procrastinating in class, he always does better. He fines conflict to be the thing that molds him, but will he be faced with more adversity then he can handle.


The Shy One (F): Samantha Fine; Taken by +delusional+world+
“Being a shy person, I always felt strange outside with my camera.” She is a quite person who enjoys beauty. She gets embarrassed easily, and perhaps the humblest of them all. She loves taking photos because she says they speak so much serenity in silence. But now being in a position where silence can cause hostility, will her photos be enough.


The Crew


The Tomboy (F): Kazumi (Zumi); Taken by Fayelyn
“I became a tomboy in self-defense.” She doesn’t enjoy being looked upon as a girl who can’t provide for herself. Defense became her only shield. She is Miss Independent, and doesn’t like to be told what to do. To survive she had to get rid of her tears, pink, and dolls, and trade it in for strength, sarcasm, and street smarts. She enjoys taking risks as long as it doesn’t affect her heart.

The Delinquent (M): Merari Kazuhiro; Taken by PrincessBoy
“Bad boy on the outside, Good boy at heart.” He is your typical delinquent. He enjoys stealing cars, smoking, setting things on fire, and the occasional beer, but even though he is a bad boy per say, he never does anything that would harm someone—well unless it is for protection. He cares about others, but he doesn’t necessarily show it a lot.

The Goth (F): Claudia Shade;Taken by AvaLovelace
"Not all those who wander are lost." She enjoys the making people think bad of her. She doesn’t not act gothic because she loves dressing in black and instilling fear (although those are fun), but because she finds people annoying and too talkative. She likes the quietness, and enjoy when people stay away from her and avoid eye contact. At least that is what she tells herself.

The Playboy (M): Ethan Ribeiro; Taken by jadedragon66
“Flirtation: attention without intention.” He has problems with commitment, but he has no problem with faking it. He probably has about four girlfriends in the detention center. He has a way of smooth talking his way out of everything, and the staff members adore him. He enjoys his role, yet he always feels like something is missing. Something he wonders if he will find.

The Thief (M): Luke Santiago; Taken by Soki
“In a world of thieves, the only final mistake is stupidity.” He is incredibly smart and has a way of always getting his hands on things. He says he is the Robin Hood of the Detention Center. He also doesn’t steal to steal he steals because he finds it entertaining. He likes a challenge, and he gets bored easily so the best thing to do is to steal, and try not to get caught.

Girls all share a room, and boys all share a room. Three bunk beds per room (although in this case one bed will be left empty).

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Rules of Izagi
(Note: Rules were meant to be broken)

1. No Stealing/No Firearms
2. Community Service is 5 days a week
3. No Smoking/Drinking/Fighting
4. Do not enter a opposite genders room after 9pm
5. Curfew is at 10pm on weekdays, 11pm on weekends
6. Solitary confinement will be used as punishment
7. Dorm Rooms will lock at Lights Out, so you must be in bed when staff checks on you.
8. Punishment will be anything the staff sees fit
9.The Break Room is a privilege
10. You must swipe your ID before leaving the Center

This is a level one facility, but you can easily transfer your butt out of here and into prison.

—Izagi Staff Members



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Torn, as the white-haired girl picked up Sam and walked off with her as though that wasn't absolutely the wrong thing to do, Zaire spent a few precious moments glancing back and forth between Trent and her friend, almost like a lost dog. Except that Zai never looked like a lost dog. She wouldn't let herself appear in such an undignified manner. Decision made, the girl strode off after Sam and the white-head - what? She wasn't going to get her own luggage, but they'd disappeared so quickly into the labyrinth of the school, Zaire suddenly found herself lost. Never before had she truly wished for Mimi to be around. Sure, the girl was alright, but she was also kind of an annoyance, always knowing it all, or at least more than you did. But without her guidance, Sam would get in trouble. Trent couldn't do everything all the time.

People stared as she passed them in the halls. Maybe it was the sparkle of her clothing, her practically professional makeup, or something in the straight way Zaire held her spine, but she drew looks. She always did. Here, though, they weren't exactly... friendly. More hostile. Suspicious, judging. Wondering what that girl was doing here. And if she was to be honest, she was lost and didn't like it. How anyone was supposed to find their way around a place like this, the girl had no idea. But she sure as hell wasn't asking. Rather, she cut a tack towards what appeared to be the staff corridor, thinking that if anyone in this damn school could help her, it would be a teacher. Not that she'd ask for help. No. But politely requesting a room assignment would be fine.

The face looking over glasses, pinched and shriveled as an ancient prune, seemed about as welcoming as the pits of Hades. A shock of white hair protruded from the old woman's head as she hunched over her paperwork, glaring out the window of her office as though Zaire had personally set fire to one of her undoubtedly million cats. Didn't this woman know who she was? It should have been obvious enough from her looks that she wasn't one of those juvenile delinquents. Steeling herself, Zaire twisted the handle of the door.

"Excuse me ma'am." Charming smile, slight downcast of the eyes, hands folded politely. Like flirting with a boy but reducing, rather than increasing, sexuality. "I'm one of the new transfers from Seto... I don't suppose you could tell me my room assignment?" Zai laughed lightly. "Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to say, didn't I? My name is Zaire Blaiseille. Screwing up her courage, she extended a delicate hand.

The woman didn't take it. Wrinkling her nose in disgust, she tossed a map with a single room circled at the beauty queen and grated two words. "Get. Out." Well. Zaire blinked. Sure, having a map was completely demeaning, but if someone asked, she could just explain that some old hag had given it to her rather than answering a single, civil question. That was acceptable. And so, turning around, Zaire strode as quickly as possible back up what she now assumed to be the staff corridor. Perhaps too fast, certainly too fast for her station, but she didn't want to spend another second with that pinched fossil.

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Trent stopped in the hallway and let her prattle on about his lack of emotion, about how cold, robotic, and mean he was. He waited until it became quiet before turning his cool look on her, completely turning his body to give her his utmost attention and focus. Not so much as a dust speck distracted him or diverted that intense gaze from her. "Are you quite finished?" he asked, his body relaxed as he took in her demeanor. From brash to shy, never sticking to her guns. He had little patience for the accusing tone in her voice, even more so by the fact that she presumed she understood him in the least. "I am never happy to go to meetings. I sit there, listen, give my opinion is it is asked of me, but otherwise keep my mouth shut." He was beginning to lose it but there would be no reining in the beast now. Someone had opened Pandora's box and would deal with the consequences.

"Methodical and robotic, two words that describe the best of the businessman. That is what I was bred to do and that is what I am going to do. Emotions tend to cloud the mind and judgment, making rash choices with consequences no one is willing to face. I practice what has been preached to me, Samantha. If I am cold, it is because cool logic is what is needed. A level head to gauge a situation and determine the best course of action." He paused a moment for emphasis before continuing on, taking a step closer to her. "And to the final accusation, my manner. You tell me I am 'mean'. I, who made sure whomever patched your head did a well enough job. I, who did all but hold the cloth to your nose as it bled. I, who am leading you to your room so you do not get lost. I, who am going out to find Zaire and make sure she is well. Yes, brilliant deduction, Samantha. I am quite mean." He stopped, his gaze like ice as he breathed deeply, wanting to see the effect his words had on her, if she understood that he couldn't afford to show camaraderie for the risk of it being torn away like everything else had been. He was kind, in a round about way, but he could not force her to see that. The next words from her mouth would ultimately show him where things would go in the future.

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Samantha looked at him as he turned around towards her. "Methodical and robotic, two words that describe the best of the businessman. That is what I was bred to do and that is what I am going to do. Emotions tend to cloud the mind and judgment, making rash choices with consequences no one is willing to face. I practice what has been preached to me, Samantha. If I am cold, it is because cool logic is what is needed. A level head to gauge a situation and determine the best course of action." She looked at him as if he was talking in a totally different language as her. "And to the final accusation, my manner. You tell me I am 'mean'. I, who made sure whomever patched your head did a well enough job. I, who did all but hold the cloth to your nose as it bled. I, who am leading you to your room so you do not get lost. I, who am going out to find Zaire and make sure she is well. Yes, brilliant deduction, Samantha. I am quite mean."

He stayed silent for a few minutes and to make sure he was done with his lecturing, she stayed silent for a few minutes as well. "Ok." She simply said in a cool manner like Trent himself. "But beware!" Her personality changed completely and she started to act like one of those obsessive nerds (Nothing wrong with that..) who start to hyperventilate when they play Yugi-Yo or Pokemon. "I will make you smile!" She threaten as if she was threatening to chop off his head. "By the time we get out of this place, you will smile! I will make you smile from your heart, so it would be a true smile." She said before looking at him as if she was one of those Chihuahua puppies about ready to attack a mountain lion. "Besides, keep acting like this, you will go bald at the age of twenty." She said it as if she was a know-it all teacher.

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Trent simply stared at the girl after she had made her proclamation for get him to 'smile a true smile' before the end of the summer. After he had his moment, he placed his hand over his eyes, rubbing them in intense exasperation. "If we are done here, let us continue. We are wasting time," he informed, once more turning around and walking the maze of corridors to a specific hallway, and then finally the door to which she had been assigned. "I do believe this is your room. Am I being presumptuous in assuming that you have a key?" he asked as he waited patiently for her response, looking down one end of the hallway and then the other, watching those that walked by and giving a glare to any who seemed to be getting the wrong sort of idea thinking they may be easy targets. His presence exuded authority and while this place was full of people who rebelled against authority, he knew it would only take one person thinking they were tough enough for him to make an example of and send a message to the other residents. Trenton Mala-ki and those associated with him were off-limits. No exceptions.

His thoughts drifted to Mirabelle, Zaire, and Joey, knowing that each had varying degrees of power and only hoped they had not met with those of greater strength than themselves, physical strengths aside.

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Joey was dumbfounded by the order Trent gave him. Take Zaire's stuff? In his mind he thought, Oh I get it, you don't think I can after that stunt. Hah that's where you're wrong! Running over to the limo he reached into the trunk and started unpacking the suitcases. One after the other until there was a hill of leather and fur on the ground. Using his larger than average hands he grabbed several suitcases with them and put a few underneath his arm and finally with no place else, he picked up the last one with his teeth. Through his teeth he let out a muffled laugh of triumph.

He dragged the bags through the halls of the school looking for the place to drop them off, which he didn't know where and he was stuck with easily more than 200 lbs. of baggage that was wearing him down fast. Struggling to keep the bag in his teeth he mumbled out, "Heroo? I enbod arrowe?" If anybody was nearby they would have just stared at him and walked by. Joey continued to walk hoping he'd come across someone.

When all hope seemed lost he saw Sam down the hall walking towards him. He tried to yell, "Sam do you know where I'm supposed to put these? I don't know where anything in this school is." But instead it came out in a talking voice which said, "Sham do voo vough where I'm suffofe foo foat vese?" Barely hanging on to the handle and the bags he waddled over praying she'd notice in time.

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"I do believe this is your room. Am I being presumptuous in assuming that you have a key?" Sam looked at him. "There was a key?" She questioned dumbfound and stupidly. Before she could start looking; and from the looks of it, she was, Joey turned the corner and started to say some muffled words. "Sham do voo vough where I'm suffofe foo foat vese?" Sam smiled at his appearance before laughing and waving her hands. "Hey! Joey! I didn't know you spoke German!" She joked as she waved over towards him before she looked at him. Those are Zaire's stuff! She figured that one of the two just demanded him to take her stuff up. "Ah! Over here! The girls' stuff is over here! Do you have the key?" She yelled at him as he came nearer and nearer.

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Nearly at the end of his rope, Sam's comment about him speaking German almost made him throw one of the suitcases at her. Then he almost lost all hope of making it, Key!? Key!?!? They don't have a key! he screamed in his mind. He kept walking until he was within arms reach and said, "Ya von have va key?" This was just getting plain annoying, first he was sent off with this truck load of stuff into a place where he had never been nor ever seen a map of. Then when he finally found someone to help they couldn't open the door. "Vhy ould I have a key? Vhiss isan vy voom. Hol von, can voo get zvis ou of vy vouf?" He shook the baggage in his teeth to indicate that he wanted it taken out.

In his mind he thought, Could this be a challenge I fail? No, I must persevere! I will not lose!

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"Brilliant," he replied dryly, not wanting to deal with the walk the entire way back to the office and then to the door again with Sam at his heels. Who knows what else she may accuse him of. Perhaps she thought he ate puppies and kittens for breakfast while dashing the hopes of dreams of orphaned children? Either way, he did not care much. He heard a muffling and turned to look as Sam shouted, Joey making his way over to them with what only could be presumed to be half of a department store. He did not care much, it seemed his problem was solved. He nodded a greeting to the other boy and did another glance about them before speaking. "Good. Joey, stay here with Samantha. I shall return with her key." His order given, he began to head back down the hall and in the direction that he had come in order to go to the office. Perhaps he would meet with Zaire while he was gone, perhaps they would refuse him the key for being a boy, trying to get into a girl's room. It didn't matter to him, he needed some time alone to gather himself again, chaining any escaped emotions or resolve back in place so they did not make their escape again, no matter how brief or slight.

He silently hoped Samantha and Joey wouldn't kill each other while waiting for him. That would be difficult to explain.

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A commotion some ways away caught Zaire's attention. In a way, it sounded as though an elephant had just fallen and then had a high pitched conversation with someone. She sighed. This was not something she wanted to get in the middle of, but her room was right that way... Decisions, decisions. Should she go, and possible get in the middle of a drooly moron stampede, or stay and look like a drooly moron? Barely a blink, facing down idiots won out. Zaire would never, never willingly look foolish.

Gold lights flashed along the walls as the girl clicked her pretty way up another corridor and down a second. Rounding a left turn, she heard something like... German somewhere ahead, and looked up to see Trent coming towards her. Thank god. Not only that she hadn't found uncivilized hooligans, but Trent was infinitely better than some moron, and perhaps, if he hadn't found Sam either, she wouldn't get a low and... she couldn't quite explain it, but it irked Zai, to be remonstrated by the other Elite. Especially when she knew he was in the right. Not that she'd ever admit it, but Sam really was kind of her responsibility. So unladylike, and something of an embarrassment to her parents, something had to be done if that girl was to hold a position equal to them. Which she did. Quickly but gracefully, Zaire folded the map and put on a pretty smile, asking "Oh, Trent. Have you seen Sam?" She didn't want to, but certain standards were to be upheld, as they both well knew.

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Sam watched as Trent left when Joey was near her. She looked at him. "Hey, Joey; how long have you known Trent?" She asked curiously before looking at him; she couldn't help but to laugh at him with everything he was carrying. "Here, I will help you." She offered but before he could say anything, Samantha grabbed the bag that was in his mouth and held it in her free hand. She started to think back at the tricks she would do with her father to make him laugh even in a business meeting; but then again, it was known that she didn't get her personality traits from her mother. Even though her father was hard, cold, and all business type and very serious like Trent and his father, Sam's dad still had some of the personality traits had. She had remembered one time that she made him laugh so hard when put a woopie-cushion in his seat at dinner. Aha! I could always make a hand-made one! She thought as she imagined herself at triumph of making him laugh. She looked at Joey. "Do you know a way to make him laugh?" She said out of no-where.

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Trent saw Zaire and he felt a bit of weight lift off his shoulders. Good, they were all coming together, that left only one, and if Trent knew Mirabelle, she was getting as much information as she could. He stopped in front of the girl and gave her a once over to be sure there were no bruises, cuts, scrapes, or tells of blood on her person. Satisfied that she looked the same pristine Zaire as she always did, he inclined his head to her. "I have found Samantha and Joey has just arrived with your luggage as well. Your room is down this hall, around the eastern corner and approximately one hundred yards on the right," he explained in a concise manner. Things were beginning to look up and he hadn't seen one of the original delinquents in some time.

He turned to Zaire from his gaze at the public near them. He would speak with her in private on the matter of Sam. For now, there were more important things to attend to. "If you have a key, I will escort you back. If not, then it would be best for you to accompany myself to the office in which to obtain one. Unless you wish to remain with Samantha and Joey," he said, giving her the option but having a feeling she would, more likely than not, accompany him.

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After Sam took the bag out of his mouth he was a bit relieved but not after Trent left, more waiting. Responding to Sam's question he responded as in thought, "Trent? I don't know, a few years it's been a while." Do you know a way to make him laugh? Joey caught himself before he said anything. Trent laugh? He's never seen that before. "Trent laugh... I've never seen that happen. He's not that kind of person I guess. I'm sure he got that from his dad, I remember meeting him once he didn't take kindly to jokes." Joey quickly caught on to this, another challenge; to make Trent laugh. "I'll give you some tips, he doesn't laugh at comedy, trips and tumbles don't really work, don't make fun of him a lot or at all because that just makes him mad and for your sake, don't make him mad. You might want to try..." Joey thought for a moment, "try telling him an anti-joke. I've got a few, 'Why did the kid drop his ice cream? Because he got hit by a bus.' Or maybe, 'What's worse than a worm in your apple? The Holocaust.'

"Ya see the goal of an anti-joke is to build up with a plain, old, normal joke and that ends up to be completely anti-climactic and becomes funny unto itself. Don't hurt yourself trying to come up with some though, or else they won't be funny and they could just be stupid questions with real answers. Oh I'm sorry, 'there's no stupid questions, only stupid people,' as my father would put it."

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"Ah." Zaire nodded, glancing, too, over at Sam and Joey before looking back at Trent. No one ever took their eyes of Trenton for too long. Something about his mien simply barred such casual behavior. Besides, that would be disrespectful, when they were talking. She, too, conducted a perfunctory scan of the Elite de facto leader, noting with some satisfaction that everything seemed to be in order. He was fine, and wouldn't leave Sam or Joey if something was wrong with one of them, so...

"I thought Sam had been given the key to our room." Zaire frowned lightly, slim eyebrows drawing together in a disapproving, but not harsh, vee. Impatience showed on her pretty features - as her mother might say, showing her color. Zaire had always hated that phrase. Her father had proved that skin color didn't matter in the creation of an empire, and she in beauty. No matter. If she'd wanted it taken care of, she should have taken control. Another clear smile, this one genuine with a hint of communication underneath. I'll keep hold next time.

"Well." She turned on one bright heel, gold top swaying around her torso. "Shall we go then, Trenton? I was just in the Headmistresses office, asking for the location of my room, and apparently she didn't deign to give me the key at that time." Megawatt sarcasm. How people functioned in this dirty, lower class place, Zaire didn't know. What she did know was that she didn't want to be one of them.

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Sam listen and nodded; looking as if Joey was her aspiration and as if she was taking notes. "try telling him an anti-joke. I've got a few, 'Why did the kid drop his ice cream? Because he got hit by a bus.' Or maybe, 'What's worse than a worm in your apple? The Holocaust.' Ya see the goal of an anti-joke is to build up with a plain, old, normal joke and that ends up to be completely anti-climactic and becomes funny unto itself. Don't hurt yourself trying to come up with some though, or else they won't be funny and they could just be stupid questions with real answers. Oh I'm sorry, 'there's no stupid questions, only stupid people,' as my father would put it." She looked at him as if she had just seen a kitten got hit by a car. "Thats horrible... but ok!" She said, positioning her arms to look as if she was about to ride a roller-coaster. She really didn't know why she said it was horrible, when she reads things twice as bad every-other day.

She looked at him before she smiled like a moron again. "So how was your day?" It was a random question that always meant either awkwardness or boredom. "Mine was c.r.a.z.y." She said, spelling out the word, 'crazy'.

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Trent inclined his head and placed a cool hand on Zaire's back in order to escort her along the hallway at his pace. Once the tempo of their footsteps had been set, he removed himself from the physical contact and walked beside her casually, making note of their position in the hallway. He was methodical, robotic as Sam had put it, and he continued to scan the area, being wary of any near him or Zaire who got too close or stared too long. Her looks drew them in and his glares backed them down, for the most part. Some were foolish enough to meet and keep his looks, and those few, who's features he would not soon forget, would come to respect him.

"We will speak later upon Samantha and where you have been," he said quite out of the blue, not wanting her to think that she was clear of that, even if she seemed to understand her wrong and keep within her power to not allow it to happen again. Truly, he wished to know if she had come across any of the delinquents and to get her opinions on them. Strengths, weaknesses, order of leadership, and other such facts needed to be found out before he could feel perfect confidence in dealing with them.

He stopped as the approached the door to the headmistress' office and could see the shrew of the woman behind the desk. He simply quirked a brow to Zaire in question before again resuming his professional demeanor and opening the door, allowing Zaire to enter before following in behind her. He stood off to the side, not a member of the conversation, simply a spectator, there to lend his strength of presence to Zaire should she need it.

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With Trent around, Zaire was less cautious. Not of herself, but of the surroundings, the leering and stares. She settled comfortably into the silence, the clack of heels and the steady pace of footsteps, and so it was a bit surprising when Trenton broke the quiet. But only a bit. After all, she'd expected some sort of remonstrance for losing her unofficial charge. However, Zaire simply nodded, bright hair swishing to the tune of her steps. The pace back to the headmistresses office seemed shorter, quicker this time. Perhaps it was because she knew where she was going, though she found it impressive that Trent did, too, as he had no reason to. Briefly, Zaire's eyes closed, eyebrows up, mouth thinner, and answer to the young mogul in their silent language.

It was as though just by seeing her, the old bat had at least eight glasses of pure lemon juice poured down her throat. Her mouth puckered, drawing into the wizened and decrepit old face as Trenton held the door open and Zai clipped inside, stride precise and well-groomed. She knew who she was and didn't fear that girl in the slightest. Beam again, the contrast of white teeth against a dark face. "Hello, again." Zaire left off the ma'am. Petty perhaps, but the old bat certainly deserved it, and probably wouldn't know that in upper society she deserved a title. "Though it was most helpful for you to give me the location of my room, I do require the key to get in." Thank god she'd had practice dealing with people less savory than this woman.

The old bad held out a pair of silver keys, dangling from a ring. "No stealing, weapons, smoking, drinking, or fighting. Curfew is at 10 or 11 but if there's someone of the opposite gender in your room after 9, that's an infraction of rules, too. You shouldn't be alone with someone of the opposite gender in your room. If you make illegal copies of the key you will be placed in solitary confinement. Get out again, and don't come back unless you have a good reason." With that, she slapped the keys against the table, shoving them towards Zaire, who barely caught them before they fell off the edge. To her credit, she hadn't recoiled at all against the bat's acerbic tone, though she couldn't quite bring herself to give a thank you as she stalked out, waiting for Trenton at the end of the staff hall, where they could converse out of earshot of anyone, if necessary.

"Here." She pulled a key off of the ring, extending it towards the leader. "I'll share this one with Sam." By that, Zai really meant that she'd use it to keep an eye on Sam, and it would be easier of Trent had access at all times. But it would be crass to actually say that.

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Trent stood silently by, already having heard the speech when he had obtained his own key from his headmaster in the room across the hall. He conveyed his approval of the way Zaire held herself with a simple nod as he left the room behind her, closing the door with an inaudible click. Their requirements met with little effort, the young heir made his way down the hallway to Zaire and stood beside her as she handed the key to him. He accepted the key and placed it with his own upon a metal ring so as not to lose them. He placed them within his pocket and motioned forward, once again setting a leisurely pace as they began to head toward the girl's room. He continued to scan the area, seeing the crowds beginning to thin out a bit and seeming it safer to speak with one another. "Room 365 will be where myself and I can only presume, Joey shall be residing should you find need of us," he explained as he slowed their approach to the girls' room.

From his opposing pocket, he withdrew the cellular device he had been checking upon their first arrival and handed it to Zaire. "Use this if there is need after hours. I have a second secured in my room." He wasn't used to giving his personal items to others, nor giving responsibility to others, but he could not be with them at all hours and he needed to be sure they understood the pecking order. "You shall be my contact, Mirabelle may do as she wishes within reason and I am putting faith in your to judge what would be appropriate. As for Samantha, you are already well aware," he informed, keeping himself controlled in the situation. His eyes pierced her, staring intently for a brief moment before he looked forward again as they turned the corner to arrive with Sam and Joey.

"Samantha, as promised, I have found Zaire and she has procured for your use a room key. Joey, I ask that you assist in placing their luggage within and remain until my return. I shall be back momentarily," Trenton explained with nod, excusing himself from the group after making eye contact with them all. He would find Mirabelle and set a course of action for their stay. It could not be too difficult...

He stopped that thought immediately. He knew even thinking of it would only serve to force the prediction true and he continued on with a new goal in mind.

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Not knowing what to say to Sam's question Joey said, "I guess it's been fine, except for everything that's happened so far, it's been fine. Can't complain though." He could complain, he didn't want to admit he was going to pass out at any second. That's something he just could not do, under any circumstances, admit to. All he could do was stand and wait, using the sheer power of will to make it. Will and pride. What more could you use?

A few minutes passed by and Trent hadn't come back with a key yet. Joey's arms and legs were on fire, too much weight. Hopefully this didn't cause arthritis, the greatest tragedy that could happen to him. When all hope seemed lost he heard a familiar clicking coming down the hall. It grew louder and louder, Joey's face began to be filled with hope. Finally coming from around the corner, Trent followed by Zaire, along with a key. He nearly dropped to his knees as if it were a man with water after going without for several days.

Trent proceeded to say that he needed to stay with the girls and put their luggage inside. With a tint of desperation in his voice he said, "Alright, alright, just hurry and open the door already." So much weight for so long a time. No normal human could have pulled this off, Joey was beyond normal which was why he could pull this off.

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Traversing the halls without a clear destination, but with evident purpose, Trent gazed about him, wondering what part of the detention center he had ended up in. He wasn't lost, never one to admit such a thing as being lost, but more so he wandered without direction. He passed an area that could only have been the kitchen on his journey, noting a dining hall across the hall. They padlocked their pantries, so it seemed, though it did little to concern Trent. They would be fed, it was in their contracts of residency their parents had signed when the paperwork had been mailed in, though it was sincerely doubted half of what they served would be edible. The aloof teen ate little as it was, and he doubted they would serve the food he was willing to eat, ever the picky eater. No matter, if there was fruit, he would at least survive.

On his left was what looked like a library, if the ratty books and dilapidated shelving could pass for a library. He was about to take a look within to see if there were any tomes worth looking over when he caught sight of the figure on the ground, searching around on her hands and knees for something. He noticed another figure sneering and kicking a book his way, and he bent to examine exactly what it was. The instant he recognized it as Mimi's notebook, the young tycoon walked with purpose to his fallen comrade, promising hurt with a look in his eyes to her assailant. The other scoffed and made an attempt at making Trent flinch by throwing a punch just short of him. Trent did not move, didn't bat an eye as he remained staring coldly at the other. The troublemaker scoffed and laughed in his face, telling him he was lucky as he retreated passed the unmoving teen and down a different hallway.

After being sure that they would not be jumped in a surprise attack, the unmoved Mala-ki stooped to retrieve Mimi's fallen glasses and hand them, along with her notebook, to her. "Mirabelle, perhaps we can leave the studying for another time. Come, let us return you to your room," he suggested, helping her to stand as he gazed about them, trying to determine the quickest route to take.

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All Mimi could see were colorful blobs with her glasses were gone. She hated when she lost her glasses, it was when she was at her weakest. 'Damn jerk!' she thought while still looking for her glasses. She couldnt quite find them, but as she search she rounded up her stuff. She heard footsteps aproaching, and became abit worried. What if he had others with him? Would she be beaten? She didnt let it show though, that would only invite them to attack. She could hear that the guy was leaving, for some reason she didnt know. 'Odd...' she thought. Mimi then saw a hand held out to her with her glasses and book. She took them quickly and put them on, giving a soft yet happy sigh. She really did hate loosing her glasses.

"Mirabelle, perhaps we can leave the studying for another time. Come, let us return you to your room." She didnt even have to look up to know who it was. It was Trent. She knew his voice very well. If she didnt know it by now that would have been pitiful concidering how long they had known each other.

"Ya your right" Mimi gave a small smile in thanks, then quickly grabbed her stuff and followed after Trent.

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Sam looked around; at everything what was happening. When the door opened, she lugged Zaire's bag, dragging it onto the ground. "Yeesh, what do 'ya have in there?" She said through struggle, rolling her light suit case with her foot as she hopped her way into the room. When she did, she immediatly dropped Zaire's bag onto the floor and rolled her own suit case to a free bed. She looked around for a couple of seconds at the staring girls who where already in there. She made her way to Zaire and whispered into her ear. "The room is small and ugly..." Her voice was quiet and for the first time, she whispered it to Zaire like a real lady. Even though she was more out-going and looser than the other richies, but she was still rich and sometimes, she was just as snobby and rude as some of the others. She was staring at them before making her to a free bed that looked very ugly to her compared to her blood red and gold blankets at home with egyption silk and temperputic bed. She sat down on it and immediatly stood up. Ow, that is way~ uncomftorable... She thought before throwing her suit case in the air and landed it onto the bed.

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On the verge of passing out Joey stumbled into the room. Finding an open area, he carefully dropped all of the suitcases onto the floor while his body collapsed on top of them. "Ya know Zaire, you shouldn't pack so much stuff. Think about my well being, if I get arthritis there goes my career, life, and chances of surviving. It was a nice workout though." Using his quick rejuvenating genes, he hopped off the floor and onto his feet, full of strength once again.

Looking around the room it felt like a prison in this place, where was the pizzazz? Lucky Zaire was going to live in this place so it won't be like this for long. Maybe he could bring her over to fix up his room, make it worthy of his residence. Walking over to a bed he placed his hand on it and pushed against it, "Are these mattresses or mountain ranges, sorry but I'd rather take the floor." Looking down it didn't really look more welcoming, but it wasn't like these beds. He wasn't going to sleep on the floor though, that was demeaning.

Leaning on the wall near the door Joey asked, "So how long do you think we'll have to stay here? My bet is 3 months."

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Trent Led the way down the mass of corridors, making note to check out the library in the near future to peruse it's resources. He slowed his pace so that Mimi would be able to keep up, but made sure his strides were still strong and purposeful. It did no good to look as if he were idling about or worse, lost. That was simply not the way the young man went about things, especially considering that appearances were everything. There was no further incident of people running into them or trying to stop them, his aura exuding irritation and seeming to create an unobstructed path by which he could travel. He turned down the proper hallway and could hear the conversation from within the girls' dorm room, his step quickening slightly so that they may have a sense of order.

He walked in and stepped to the side, giving Mimi room to enter as he took in the look of their accommodations. It seemed to be identical to that of his own, which surprised him very little, and he looked to the occupants, delinquent and elite alike, before turning to nod at Joey. "Mirabelle, Zaire, Samantha; try to remain with someone at all times, and if you are forced to be alone, keep your guard up. Joey and I will be going to our own quarters. Before we leave, I would ask if there are any other concerns that wish to be addressed," he said, glancing at the other room mates through the corner of his eye but otherwise not acknowledging them.

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"So how long do you think we'll have to stay here? My bet is 3 months." Sam looked his way before shrugging."Mirabelle, Zaire, Samantha; try to remain with someone at all times, and if you are forced to be alone, keep your guard up. Joey and I will be going to our own quarters. Before we leave, I would ask if there are any other concerns that wish to be addressed," Sam growled before walking over towards Trent and nudging him. "Hey, I have a joke to tell you~" She sang before she stepped out infront of him. "Knock-knock..." She said, and waited for the tension to build a little. "whose there." She voiced for herself, already knowing that Trent wouldn't say anything."Ahmed!" She said before, once again, voicing for herself. "Ahmed who..." "Ahmedeus Motzart!" She not only told the joke poorly, but it was more of a refine joke for even herself, more the reason she kind of told it. She looked back at Joey and gave him an idiotic wink and thumbs up to let him know that she thought she was doing ok, though, she knew deep down that she wasn't.

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((Merari and Luke are back from PM))

Merari blushed, but smiled as Luke slung his arm over his shoulder and kissed him passionately. He liked how it lingered, but his smile became a smirk as the walked out of the door of their room. "Yes, let's cause some hell,"he yelled out as he slipped his hand with the other's, holding it.

As they walked down the halls, they came across a group of some of the rich teens. He sneered quietly as his hand tightened his grip on Luke's hand. He saw Trent, Sam, Mimi, and Joey. Sam...hmmm, I wonder what's going through her brain right now. "Hey!" He yelled to the group, but mostly to Sam. "Can you move? We are trying to go to our dorm, but you guys our taking up the hallway..." He still kept his hold on Luke's hand, actually forgetting about it. He walked a bit closer to them, limping just a bit. Damn, limp.

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