Rayne Fullhart's Story

She sat at her desk, black hair over her shoulders, a phone to her ear,
"Yes. The little bastards are all here. We have the gate locked, of course, and all security measures have been put into place."
She spoke to someone on the other line, brown eyes staring at the records of all the children currently on the phone.
"Yes sir. All have been documented, and more are due to arrive tomorrow and the next. Yes sir. Goodbye sir."
She hung up the phone and stood, walking out the door into the hallway, he pointy black heels making a loud Click...Click...Click...
She wore a black pencil skirt and a white blouse, with a dark blood-red vest. She glared as she walked down, she hated wretched snot-nosed little brats. Their whining and partying, their sneaking out and graffiti... Everything about them was absolutely disgusting. She walked into the cafeteria, glaring at every student that looked her way. She made it to the center, and stood there, observing everyone. Looking through the sea of faces.

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There was quite a commotion when the head mistress made an appearance. Rayne looked her over she seemed stern, like someone or something had pissed her off immensely. Static prickled her skin as she listened to his speech,

"We don't need to be prisoners. No, we could become the wardens. We could become the best we can be without false lies of 'school' and mastery. You all know this is a prison. SO rise up! Be the masters of your own fate!"
He spoke with... what was that? Taunting-ness? Was he... doing this on purpose? She shook her head in disbelief and rose to stand behind Mihael,
"You are just trying to show off, knock it off. We are all here because we want to learn to master our abilities." She said, glaring at him. He was being an asshole just to prove a point.
"Besides, it isn't technically her school. It's the governments, be pissed off at them not the ones who are just following orders." She replied, she could feel the electricity course through her, it kinda tickled. Using your powers, just to show off and try to make it seem like your in charge is irresponsible and its people like you, who abuse their powers, why we are sent here in the first place." She ranted on, it really irked her that she was roomed with him now.
She hadn't realized other people were so careless with their powers, maybe he had done something before. He had asked her if she knew about him before.

"I am Rayne, Nice to meet you." The girl replied nicely to her. She was very kind, as she had a sincere smile upon her face. The Mattress-bird landed on Cindy's shoulder, rubbing its soft face on her cheek. When she spoke, she had a kind of electrifying kind of way of speaking.
"How old are you, if you don't mind my asking?" She smiled at her.

"Oh yes! I'm 16, I don't mind my child-like appearance though. I'll grow up eventually." She laughed at herself, picking at the food that she was 100% sure it wasn't actually edible for humans. Bed-Bird liked pecking at the sponge-like jelly, though.

She looked at the opening doors of the Mess hall, opened by a woman, formally dressed in a pencil skirt, and a dress shirt. She was beautiful, but she could sense that she wasn't the nicest of people. She had this... Aura around her. A boy was challenging her, which slightly irked Cindy, as the woman had done nothing but walk into the Mess Hall. She continued to watch from a distance. She thought about getting involved, as it was getting out of hand. The Mattress-bird started chirping quietly on her shoulder. Rayne got out of her seat, and started talking to the boy as if she knew him. She probably did, but Cindy isn't going to listen in anymore. She knew that if any more people got involved, the guards would have to get involved with this, so she decided to ignore this, and carry on with talking.

She smiled to the boy with the blonde hair, shrugging off the drama going on in the middle of the room.

She was in the corridor leading to the Mess hall when Maya Heard the commotion inside. She ran towards the door and slipped in to the side of the people. Rather than get involved, she watched the showdown from the side. She saw a tall, intimidating boy challenging a pretty formally dressed woman. From what she got her name was Agatha and she was in charge of them. The boy was making a big deal about becoming masters and rising up. Maya didn’t really understand why anyone would be against the people who were here to help them. Sure their methods weren’t the greatest and the building wasn’t very friendly but the woman didn’t seem at fault for all this.

Other students also watched and some ignored it, except one girl who confronted the boy. It took a lot of self control from Maya not to shout something like “You go!” as the brave girl stood up to him and pointed out his wrongs. Then again she hoped they’d all stop fighting as soon as possible. Having such a tense atmosphere could cause problems. Maya was sure if everyone just got along the experience of being locked up here would be a lot more enjoyable. For now all she could do was wait to see how things played out.

Her stomach grumbled and the girl decided to forget the drama for a second. She got something resembling food from a lady in a very foul mood. At this point she was too hungry to care about its content and looked for a place to sit. She looked for a place to sit and spotted a cute girl and a kind looking blonde boy. “Hi! I hope I’m not disturbing your conversation, could I sit with you two?,” she smiled at them, “Things sure are lively around here ,right?”

Rayne finished her soda, and threw away the can. Making her way down the hall, and outside in the front where now, It was pouring with her grey mood. She stood under the small overhang and lit up a Pyramid, looking out over the desert. She looked up onto the wall, a camera sat staring back at her, she made a face and flipped off the camera. It was a tad bit weird to have cameras in a school in the middle of no where. She dropped the cigarette, and listened to the sizzle of rain hitting fire. A bright streak of lighting lit up the sky and was followed by a rumble of thunder as she reentered the building.

She made her way down the hall and entered her room, grabbing a writing notebook and a pen. She exited out into the hallway locking the door behind her, and found a good spot in the hall to sit. She brushed the hair out of her face as she slid on headphones, and set it to a loud rock song. It sounded slightly inside the hallway, but she couldn't notice as she began to sketch a map of the school that she had seen so far.

She drew the lobby, adding little notes beside some pictures and put in points of interest, and marked the do not enter hallways as a point of interest, drawing question marks on each. She had seen a lot of detectives do this, and she had always wanted to be a detective, so why not try now?

"It is now time for you to return to your rooms. Anyone caught out after hours will be severely punished, guards will be posted at the end of each hall." Head mistress Aggies voice boomed on the over head speakers throughout the halls and rooms. "Wake up call will be at 6:00 A.M Sharp for another meeting in the Cafeteria at 7:00AM Followed by breakfast at 8:00 A.M"
The announcement ended with a loud screech.

Rayne looked up from her sketching, and figured she might as well just go to her room. She walked along the halls and found her room 118A once again, she slid the door open and plopped on her bed cranking up her head phones, and began drawing on another piece of paper. This time it was a landscape of mountains met by a foaming ocean, with dark storm clouds on the horizon. She felt the picture was perfect for the situation. She couldn't figure out if she was the mountain standing strong and tall through the storm, or the ocean, a mix of turmoil, lost, and trapped forever. She shook her head, and unzipped her backpack, getting out her colored pencils. She began to shade the storm clouds dark blacks and purples, and the ocean various dark blues and whites.

The blaring sound hurt Venoms' ears, she covered her right ear as it rang from the loud screech. 'Bed? Now? Na. For a minute, I guess.' She thought and pretended to look for her room. But she already knew this place like the back of her hand, she had spent months studying the map of the school. '116A' The room door read, she entered and turned on the bathroom light, fixing her hair. She took a last look, satisfied and lightly sat on her bed, waiting for something to happen.