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Kieren settled in the library and looked around at the other students. They were getting restless and nobody really wanted to be there, that he could tell. Making themselves known once again were Via and Isaac (@Echoes@ViannaNight). He watched a girl he wasn't sure he'd seen yet almost get knocked over by Isaac, then frowned. He had seen the whole 'bump someone on the shoulder and slip a hand in their pocket' trick before and wondered whether this was a prime example. The girl seemed to be handling herself well and he was impressed, but he still called out to her, "Hey.. you might want to check your pockets. That guy's a d*ck and may have just emptied them." (@Xandrya)

@FalkiThomas

Roxy looked around. She wasn't ready to mingle with the students yet. Mostly because she wanted to watch them. They would be more relaxed in study hall then they would be in her class. She was sure that she would get to know them better here than in her class. Which would give her a chance to get a solid feel for them.

She saw one of the other teachers. A male with an unusual name. Something that started with a T she thought. She figured she might as well start getting to know the other teachers. She met this guy once or twice since starting but they hadn't really interacted yet. So now seemed like as good of a time as any for her to get to know him. The teachers were just as dangerous as the students, if not more so. Just because they graduated from the reform school didn't mean they were actually reformed. She made her way over to him."What do you teach again?"

The classroom emptied and Remira had not filled out one thing on her working sheet. She stuffed the paper into her bag and swung it over her right shoulder. This whole school sucked ass. She had asked the teacher to talk after class because she actually cared about her own education enough, but apparently that wasn't a thing here. The girl walked out of class with no further look to anyone. She was pretty pissed off with all the teachers and this school and the bullshit everyone talked.

Two students were looking like they were about to get in a fight, Remy just brushed past them with no care. Via was was getting in on it by being a whispering devil on someone's shoulder. Remy rolled her eyes and didn't give a shit to even try and hide it. She was bored with this building just like anyone else.

Hopefully the party was still on. She wanted some alcohol in her system and sit in her corner and watch people try to interact in so many different ways when all just wanted the very same thing. Mastering life. Something none of those people in this school had done - including the teachers. And herself of course.

If she could just get her hands on a computer, a laptop, a phone even... Her fingers craved to type down some codes, watch them pull apart a device from the inside, the reaction of the poor security system of it, and then the moment when it all went down and it was all hers. All of the pieces on it in her hands, in her mercy. It wasn't that she wanted to use it for anything, bad or good. She just loved the rush it made her feel to play against the security system of devices - but she hadn't had met a real opponent, digital or a real person, that could talk eye to eye with her. And then she had turned it up a notch and... got caught. Motherfuckers! She hadn't been careful enough, had won too many times, had let them get close just to get out of their reach, a cat and mice game very much of her liking - until she had gotten a little too confident and they found her. And of course that would have had consequences.

Maybe she could ask one of the teachers if she could finally have a laptop. She hadn't been doing much trouble, had layed low. Maybe they would grant her one, just to keep her at bay? But if they thought she would use it to hack they wouldn't give her one. Of course not. But Remy could always try to get her hands on one. Adults used to tell her trying doesn't hurt. They didn't mean it in this kinda way of course, and of course they also weren't right. Trying and failing always hurts. People laugh, people look, people remember. Depending on how badly you failed. How much of a fool you made out of yourself. Why do adults always lie to children? And then they are so hurt when the children learn to lie back to them. They're all fools. Stupid, silly cheese-brains.

Remira sat down right in the middle of the room, she dropped her bag to the floor. She looked around to study the students' faces as well as the teachers'. She didn't see anything unlikely for this school. She lowkey started to wish she had a friend at this school or someone to make out with during the times she got bored in her room. But so far all these people hadn't interested her too much and she hadn't gotten involved with anyone. Maybe she should make some amends to talk to someone? But she couldn't bring herself to speak to someone. Remy was much more comfortable in her silence. She wasn't like these kids. She didn't pick trouble at any chance. She calculated her battles and chances and then decided on a possible approach of things. She wasn't a girl to throw around insults. She wasn't an innocent one either, she knew that, but she liked to think that she was more subtle than some of these kids here.

@KatherinWinter
Tori
Hearing her footsteps approach, Tori turned to Roxy before she spoke. He was a little surprised that she did in fact speak to him and he folded his arms, regarding her. For a reform academy teacher, she looked more like one of the students. The blue side-shaven haircut wasn't doing her any favours. He had no doubt that the students would attempt to take advantage of her youthful take on teacher attire and wondered how long she had been here to still be making these style choices. He caught his train of thought and inwardly frowned, 'Christ, you sound like an old man' he told himself, before answering Roxy's question.
"Gym. Though none of this easy shit, like running around a track. I put them through their paces, they move their asses or they eat dirt."

@FalkiThomas

Roxy knew she looked young and nonthreatening. She had done that on purpose. She had learned young how to make people underestimate her. The fact that she didn't look like a threat caused people to let their guard down around her. Which she had learned how to use to her advantage. She gave the older man a charming grin knowing that he was discounting her was a threat of any kind. She wanted him to think that as long possible. At least until she decided if he was a threat to her.

"No easy shit huh?" Roxy asked in a smoky tone. She had no idea what else gym could involve besides running. Of course she had been mostly homeschool until she had been sent to the academy so her definition of gym was probably way different from everyone else's. Still she was curious what exactly he did in his class. She tucked her hair behind her ear as she gave him a flirtatious smile. "What exactly does putting them through their paces involve?" she asked wondering just how much he would reveal to her.

Lacey simply stared as she walked away from the problematic couple. Maybe they'd cooked up that little stunt together, or maybe it was only Isaac who was trying to get under her skin. Either way, he'd succeeded. She then stopped, but only because one of the newer students approached her to share her opinion.

"Well, I appreciate that, but like you said we're better off ignoring them. And yes, I'm Lacey...and you're Sevyn if I'm remembering correctly. I like unique names like yours, they stick--"

Lacey stopped for a moment to look around. She noticed it was Kieren who warned her about Isaac, but she didn't have much to worry about. Nonetheless, she patted both the front and back pockets before she smiled. "He may be a dick, but that doesn't mean he's skillful."

With that, She turned back to Sevyn. "This is turning out to be quite the study hall session, wouldn't you say?"

@ViannaNight
@mskennedy615
@FalkiThomas

@KatherinWinter
Tori
With the flicking of her hair and the smile Roxy was flashing at him, Tori felt his neck getting warmer. Was she flirting with him? He quickly dismissed the thought - she was most definitely attractive, albeit slightly unusual, but he wasn't interested in entertaining the thought. He was almost certain that he was one of the only teachers in the school that hadn't been enrolled in the school before getting the job and he had no intention of getting involved with someone who had committed a felony.
"What exactly does putting them through their paces involve?" she asked him and he let himself smirk. He folded his arms across his broad chest and looked at her.

"Exactly what they don't want. Intense training, making them work hard and damn right I'll make them hate me. They've got to learn something here and it's going to be resilience and respect. They won't stop running until their feet are bleeding and then they can run on their knees. They'll work hard and it'll be intense, it'll be like a military boot camp. I don't like slackers and they sure as hell won't slack in my classes."

Roxy was not impress with Tori's explanation. She raised an eyebrow at him. He had just contradicted himself. "So rather than simply run them like a normal gym coach you're going to run them into the ground. " She asked her voice teasing. She was being sarcastic. She wasn't impressed with someone who thought that the only way to deal with people in a reform school was to punish them. Physical punishments hadn't helped her out of the life that had landed her her.

"That is very creative of you. I am sure that will teach them the error of their ways." She told him. Which was a lie. It wasn't likely to do anything but exhaust them. Ten to one this man was one of the few teachers who hadn't been a resident of a place like this. He didn't understand the kids that ended up in this place and he never would. It was sad that they allowed someone like him to teach in a place where the kids needed more understanding than most.

Tori rolled his eyes and readjusted his position. Nobody liked gym and that was a fact, he'd been in high school and hated gym himself. He wasn't some high-school gym teacher trying to get by on making the kids run laps until they passed out. He raised an eyebrow at her and regarded her with the slow beginnings of irritation. Something about the way she was speaking to him told him that she was one to watch with these kids.

"The thing is," he began, "people don't understand the idea of grit, discipline and respect. Kids like these got here on cheap thrills, fast and quick easy money or easy highs and they fall into it because they don't have any determination or long term goals, because 9 times out of 10 they fail to reach them or they just give up on them because they're too far away. Making them run until they cry sucks, but they get to the end. They reach a goal and they do it through perseverance. They learn to respect themselves. It's damn hard and it feels like I'm just trying to run them down lower than they already are but that's because they give up and all their previous gym teachers gave up on them and make them feel sh*t about it. I want to motivate them to start reaching goals, stop skipping class because it's hard and show them that they actually can achieve something. Maybe then they'll start thinking about changing their lives for the better. Sure some people can't be saved, some people flat out won't be saved and some people will fall back, but if I can help just one person start believing in themselves for the better, then I consider what I do a triumph." He looked down and frowned. He hadn't meant to ramble and rant but it was true and he believed in it. Grit was hard to come by and he wanted to at least try to teach it to these kids.