Downright Delinquents discussion

Ophelia walked down the hallway at a brisk pace, looking down at her list of dormees. In her scramble to set up her art room and the chaos that ensued, she completely forgot that she was supposed to be welcoming the kids to Downright Academy. Guilt tugged at her as she flew through the hallway. All of a sudden, her forward motion was halted when she collided with something. Her papers went flying as she looked to see what she'd hit.
When she saw it was a student she gasped. "Oh my god! I am so sorry," he helped the girl up. "I can't believe I just- Oh my, I am so, so, sorry. I can't even-" she rambled.

Katherine raised her eyebrows as she quickly glanced at all the crud around her feet, taking in words and sentences of the content typed all over them. Her hands automatically wanted to snatch a few and snatch it into her pocket but instead collected the papers ever slowly.

The rapid apologies and muttering of the woman amused Katherine and since she was in a good mood, decided not at the moment to push any of her luck with this one. Yet at least. "It's fine."

"Oh my, I am so embarrassed," Smudge said, shaking her head. She began to pick up the papers on her hands and knees, but kept talking. "Are you alright? I wasn't looking where I was going at all, I just, y'know, plowed you over. Are you alright?" she repeated herself.

"No broken bones," Katherine reassured, a smile upon her face. Ok, the fumbling of this woman was making it too hard to keep an impassive face. It was all Katherine could do to make it look like she wasn't going to laugh at the woman.

"I really am sorry," Smudge sat back on her feet and blew her hair out of her face. She began to chuckle at herself, glad she hadn't hurt the girl. "Thank-you for helping me, pick these up."
When they had picked up all of the now crumpled papers, Ophelia stood. "So what is your name?" she asked.

"Shia," the lie naturally slipped out of Katherine's mouth, without a second thought. "Shia Montini. And you are?" Katherine was genuinely curious. She was certainly a woman, probably worked here. Though why would a innocent person like that want to be surrounded with dangerous criminals?

Ophelia smiled at the girl. "What a beautiful name," she said. "I am the art teacher, when I was in Romania the kids dubbed me Smudge, because it was easier for them to say that than my name. " She smiled at the memory. "And I am apparently a dorm supervisor, which I completely forgot about. Which dorm are you in?" She asked.

"I have no clue," Katherine admitted. Usually, she would've pointed to a door, pick the lock quickly with a sleight of hand, and go in like it was hers. Though all she wanted was to take a long rest from her trip here.

Ophelia nodded. "Maybe I can find your name on one of the lists." She began shuffling through the papers. when she didn't find the name on her list she glanced at the other teacher's list. When it wasn't there either she furred her brow.
"Humph, I can't seem to find your name." she said. "Come on, we can go visit the administrators office to get this squared away."
Smudge began walking towards the other end of the hallway, wanting to sort this out for the girl who she'd just plowed over.

"Wait," Katherine called, feeling like she might as well tell the truth. Her legs just weren't in the mood to go to the office again and let them question her like they wanted after her little chat with the counselor. Katherine and the administrators both had different wants, and Kat wanted things her way. "Try Katherine Frey. Shia is an old nickname." Mhm sure.

Ophelia, being who she was, believed the girl. She simply nodded and chirped. "Oh ok!"
She looked at her own papers again, scanning down the list of names. Sure enough Katherine Frey appeared under her assignment list.
"There you are! You're in my sector!" She gave Katherine a beaming smile. "So would you like to be called Shia?"

Wouldn't that be amusing? Katherine shook her head with a "genuine" polite smile. "I wouldn't want the others to make a habit of it, since it's personal you know?" Of course, her innocent tone that she had mastered was present at the moment. "Lead the way."

Ophelia nodded, and smiled. "I understand. My uncle used to call me ButterBee and one day he picked me up for school and they called me down to the office over the loud speaker by that name," she laughed at the memory. "I never lived it down."
She began making her way down the cavernous hallway once more, this time for her original destination.

Katherine was suspicious and shocked that Smudge was so open to tell her something personal in her life. Was it some sort of trick. Cautiously, Katherine followed Ophelia to her dorm.

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((yuppers!))

Ryan stepped into the halls, a curious expression lighting her eyes. This school had caught her interest. The few students she had seen on the way in were all certainly not quite what they seemed. Her hand strayed to her hair clip, seeking comfort. Still there. A good thing, since she might need her switch blade. You never know with a school full of criminals.

Petrus strode down the hall, hands shoved in his pocket. He was looking forward to seeing his sister after long months away from her. He hoped she'd grown a little taller in his time absent from her.

Hearing footsteps, Ryan whirled around on her toes, a knee jerk (and perhaps paranoid) reaction. Oh. It was another student. Examining him carefully, she deduced he was likely a recent addition. He didn't travel in packs like the others, though there was the possibility he was simply a loner. Her shoulders relaxed and she nodded politely before making sure she was out of his way. "Hello." No sense in blocking the hall.

Petrus continued his walk ahead, ignoring the girl. He didn't particularly have an interest in anyone at the moment, other than finding the family he had hear. He pushed back strands of silvery blonde hair with deep disinterest in whatever was around him. He wondered where she'd be in a place like this. Maybe a library?

Ryan scoffed a bit, rolling her eyes. She hadn't wanted to be friends with him, but she couldn't stand dismissive attitudes like that. "What a bitch." She muttered aimlessly, further examining the halls. Directions, signs.. either would be nice at this point.

Petrus froze, hearing the girl mutter. Just the faint beginnings of demented smirk slid onto his face as he turned to face the girl. "What did you say," he questioned, walking back towards the girl, "I didn't quite catch that."

Blinking her mauve eyes owlishly, Ryan repeated herself very slowly, enunciating her words. "What. A. Bitch." Hell, if he was asking, she wanted to make sure he understood if she was saying it a second time.

Petrus chuckled, "You're a brave little girl, you know." He ran a hand through his hair, pale blue eyes showing just how amused he was. His heavy New Orleanian accent hung in his words. "You don't know who exactly goes to this school, do you?"

"Genim Stilinski, Brody Mitchell, Daniel Fedders, Oliver No Last Name, G Callen, Nathaniel No Last Name, Tormus Kingsley, Mano Ramone, Gabriel Anderson, Audrey Rhodes, Petrus Graves, Eve Sparrow, Zenais Branwen, Morticia Graves, Annabell Lee, Violet Heik, Jessamine Abbadelli, Faith Lehane, Jacklyn Stark, Lucille Fox, Pandora Spero, Katherine Frey, Sienna Murdock, Kassi Valdez, Zariana Winters, Carson Brady, Lily Rose, myself, and finally, my lovely room mate, Caroline Everwood-Summers." Ryan rattled off monotonously, not missing a beat as her eyebrow raised in challenge. Her eyes darted over his features, movements, before settling. "And based upon your reactions, I might assume that you are Petrus."

"Morticia Casketine," Petrus corrected, "It's two names long for her. And yes, I am Petrus. Do you know what they're here for? Seeing as you know their names." He watched her curiously, a small interest budding. Still minute, however, and soon to be waning if she didn't keep up her part.

"Ah." Ryan inclined her head. "A pleasure. Thank you for the information. I was unsure as to whether or not it was a middle name." She tucked a thumb into her pocket thoughtfully. "Yes. As far as their files reach at least, unless I retain a business association to the families."

"Then, you hold none to my family," Petrus stated, "Her middle names are Celeste Marquise. Keep your facts straight. And if you know what's on the files, you know best not get in my way."

"I do not, and I was not planning to do so and still am not." Ryan let out an amused chuckle that quickly twisted her lips into a smirk. "Which is why I moved in the hall a moment ago. When someone greets you and moves so they are not obstructing your path, it is typically a good idea to at least incline one's head. You ought to remember, though I am sure you are well integrated in the company of criminals, murderers, thieves, and the like, here they are not your family and are quick to take offense. But one. And though I might assume that you are a formidable pair," her eyes sparked a bit, "Or rather, Morticia Casketine Celeste Marquise Graves is formidable, most everyone else here is as well. You would do well to attempt not to make enemies. Not everyone is as sane as I am, I can tell you that right away." The whole of it was simply a statement, though easily mistaken for a threat. She did not care how the boy interpreted it, it did not change the fact that what she was saying was undeniably true. They could not play the game with two against roughly thirty people, one (herself) being neutral.

"That's funny," Petrus remarked, giving a sarcastically slow clap. He beckoned her forward slightly, his gaze shifting throughout the empty hall. "You missed something in your little spewing of fact." His words dripped with venom, none of which he showed besides his eyes. His face embodied the placid wakings before a storm, hiding the rest of it.

"Entirely plausable." The small girl tugged at a strand of brown hair, expression thoughtful. "Do tell."

Petrus took a step forward, smiling warmly. He placed a hand on her shoulder, not in a threatening way at first. He licked his lips, motioning for her to lean in. When she had done so, he whispered, "You're forgetting that the person you're speaking with isn't sane."

Ryan blinked. "You wouldn't be the first." She retorted dryly, leaning back. It was all she could do not to flash back some of her brother's friends and the very first night they had... Mm. Better not.

"Without the usage of drugs," Petrus stated, "That shit isn't real. People just like to hype up what really happens to make it seem as though they could be dubbed insane when high, but it's really not." He shrugged, turning away again. "You've become a bit too boring for me now."

"The insanity is rather doing it repeatedly." Ryan points out absently. "Or maybe it's the other way around and continuing to be around them. I'm not sure it really matters anyway. Bottom line is that your family doesn't scare me and neither do you. It was nice to meet you, Petrus. I hope you can find some sort of entertainment around here. Perhaps the library."

Petrus chuckled, "You don't know jack shit about insanity. Enjoy your lies, or your truths as you would like to believe them."

((He might actually hurt her next time >.>))

((She wouldn't take it. It's not her personality. XD Oh, man.))

"Whatever you say." Ryan raised her eyebrows benignly. Insanity.

It was interesting. What came to mind was never the drugs, the alcohol, any of that. It was the rape. The one she had sat through silently, watching the man shudder at the feel of her blood on his skin, enjoy that he was causing her physical pain. He got angry when she didn't react. She wasn't submissive enough to allow herself to be disrespected in such a way. Even she knew when to cut her losses though. The man was freakishly strong and had held her down the entire time. She wouldn't let him see her struggle. Nor anyone else. Not anymore.

((And he would just enjoy beating her up))

((Yet he doesn't seem the type. He comes off as very Hannibal Lecter to me: eager to be entertained, mostly calm, enjoys screwing with people. But subtly dangerous. Like if he were to snap...))

((His snapping point would be the mention of insanity. I kinda have the round mark for both Morticia and Petrus))

((Aha! So that's it then.))

((Yep!))

Footsteps sounded down an empty hallway, loud in the silence. Slade wasn't lost, more just wandering, seeing where things were and memorizing the place quickly. It was an odd habit, memorizing new places off the bat, but he's always done it, and he wasn't about to stop. His eyes roamed around the hall, recognizing some numbers from his schedule, and placing names to each one.

Ryan's eyes brightened as she again heard footsteps, shaking herself out of her dreamlike state. Another new kid, she presumed. He was observing the halls with far too much precision to have been here for a long time.

Sienna had a number fixated in her mind as she walked through the halls with purpose. Her eyes were fixed on the yellow schedule before her view. 13 hours, 42 minutes and 7 seconds she stated in her mind, though another second had been added by the time she thought it. This made the process one that required much of her concentration. She was skilled enough at navigating whilst reading to maneuver around a person standing on the corner and made a sharp turn just as she would have otherwise collided with a wall graffitied with extracurricular activity sign-up sheets that billowed softly as she disrupted the air around it. Her footsteps were silent on the tiles, as she was barefoot. She was quite sure that they would put an end to it, only giving her more cause to do it while still able. She spotted the deep blue under the florescent lights, she halted her steps as she saw this. Her schedule was quickly forgotten as she snuck up behind Slade. She waited a single second, ensuring she did not make a single sound. She jumped slightly as she wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him in a tight grip and no doubt surprising him as she had halted his steps.

Woah. Ryan's eyes widened slightly. That was some quick movement. Maybe she better find Caroline again.

Slade's head snapped around at the sudden embrace, at first confused and admittedly jumpy, that is until he saw that head of blue hair and a small smile graced his lips. "That was good, you got me. Always the sneaky one, hm?" He turned in the arms wrapped around his waist and enveloped the girl with his own. He hugged her tight, smothering her against his chest.

Sienna smiled, biting her lip. She quickly slunk from his embrace and made out the numbers they had been separated on her fingers. '13 hours, 44 minutes and 32 seconds' she motioned quickly. She pulled out the thin paper pad from her back pocket, sliding her pen from her belt loop as she scribbled quickly across the blank page. 'Why can't we have the same room?'

Slade laughed, surprised that she'd been counting that, yet, he wasn't really. It was absolutely something she would do. When he read what she'd put wrote on the paper, he gave a small shrug. "I guess they don't trust us. Think we'll go at it like rabbits," he offered as an answer, a smirk spreading across his features. "But you know you can come see me whenever if you feel the need to." He'd already made the commitment that he would always be there for Sienna, no matter the situation. That still applied here, and would continue to apply anywhere they'd go.

Sienna nodded as she flattened out the creases in his shirt, simply as a force of habit that compelled her to correct these flaws. She tore out the small page and crumpled it into her pocket. She knew she could visit him, but she was unused to being so fixated to a schedule that did not incorporate him into nearly every moment of it. She coiled her arms around his neck and pressed her forehead to his, her lips moving slightly as she mouthed out words she was unable to speak. She pulled back, giving him a small smile. She slipped his schedule from his hands and began to read it over.