Taken to Juvie Island : Intake

Matthias remembered going to sleep in his dark room as he did every night after a long night on the town visiting the clubs and bars and taking advantage of drunk girls who needed to let loose. Except this time when he woke up he wasn't laying down and he wasn't in his room, this time he was in a white room with tiles and several seats each with people in them with bracelets around their wrists and ankles.

He smirked looking down at them as he attempted to rip it off, after his initial pull his smirk fell as he tried to focus on his vampire powers to give him the enhanced strength and speed but for some strange reason nothing was working. His eyes couldn't even turn their blood red in his rage.

He began to look around his tongue going across his teeth, he couldn't feel his fangs at all. What was going on, he heard another man ask the same thing he was thinking. What was going on here, what had he done to be brought here?

Ravi was scared beyond comprehension. He was sitting in his small campsite, deep within The Undergrounds sewer system, when he heard a metallic ding, and then a loud bang. He vaguely remembered trying to run, before being knocked unconscious.

He was frantically looking around, his eyes darting around the room quickly. His malnourished chest was rising and falling rapidly as he took in his surroundings. He couldn't shift into either of his forms, and the smell of bleach was making his nose burn.

He curled up in his chair, still frantically searching for an escape route. He was subconsciously thankful he was sitting in a corner, nobody behind him. His eyes flashed to all the people, and he realized he vaguely recognized some of them. Nothing good, just people he'd pick-pocketed in the past. At least that's what he thought.

He made a soft squeak as he tried to shrink back into his chair, trying to disappear into it. At least he still had his black cloak, the comforting piece of stitched-together fabric likely the only reason he hadn't lost it yet.

Joker

This was awfully familiar.

Before Joker's vision cleared, the bright light and the sharp smell of a sterilized room jolted him awake. His first instinct was to run. Flee. Get the hell out of dodge. The engine around his spine whirled dangerously as fire began to rise up to his palms —

Except nothing came out.

The flames stopped before they could even leave. Joker's eyes darted awake and he kicked. His engine was working but — there was something holding up his filters. He looked around at the faces of the people at the school and adjusted his sunglasses.

"We're not in Kansas anymore, Toto."

—

Ardos and Le-kzen Ta'driz

"This is your fault."

Ardos closed his eyes as Le-kzen grabbed the front of his shirt in her rage.

"You've been careless. You dragged me down with you."

His fingers twitched. He knew Le-kzen was angry that she was stripped down of her abilities. In this light, she had no voice or entropy to back her up.

This was all Ardos' fault. He knew.

Zen slammed the back of his head against the concrete wall, digging her nails into his cheek.

"What have you got to say for yourself?"

"I'm sorry," Ardos said softly.

"WHAT WAS THAT!?"

"I'm sorry, sister. I will do my best to get the both of us out of here as soon as possible."

Le-kzen dropped her brother and paced around, balling her hands into fists.

"You better make sure you do."

Basil was intensely familiar with everything in this situation, if you took out the 'other kids' thing. He toyed with the bracelet on his wrist absently, only looking around out of boredom, and lounged in his chair. This wasn't his organization, but it was in the same category, clearly, with the same sort of technology. It reminded him how it'd been talked about, the idea of him wearing this kind of thing all the time. And it actually had been tested! But... having something like this on for too long did weird things. Basil was already an unstable force in this plain of reality. Keeping too much of his energy bottled up wasn't the solution or end game, just made him even more of a time bomb, supposedly.

Hopefully this all was just a checkup to reassure whoever this group was of things they all already knew. But whatever, it wasn't his thing to worry about. He let his eyes slide around the room he was in. He was used to this stuff, and had come along easily- but clearly, most of these other people... not so much. They probably didn't know anything.

Currently, Basil's abilities were pretty muffled. He still felt like him, and those bad vibes were still there, but things were kind of stuffed in. He didn't mind, just hoped it didn't mean any bursting would occur. He laughed under his breath. It felt like he was under like... a whole pile of blankets, or something, how funny was that?

"Surprise sleepover! How fun," Basil couldn't help but joke.


Milo didn't wake up right away. Mostly because when the whole terrifying kidnapping thing went down, he didn't go quietly. Nowhere near it. He'd flipped the fuck out, gone into full berserker mode, no running or hiding, just snapped. He was pretty sure he'd injured at least one of the people stealing him away, and had some of his own bruises to show what he'd been through. And when he did come to, that all meant he was aching like hell.

The tall man rubbed at his eyes and groaned, bleary as all hell, blinking around at the room and blurry people in it. There was an unwelcome pressure on his wrist, a little band wrapping around, and Milo was briefly tempted to gnaw off his own hand to get rid of it. He didn't feel any of his physical rats present in on his person, which was disorienting. When his brain began to work past instincts, he knew that it was a good thing, his live rats not being there. They were just rats, just mortal. His spirit rats weren't here either, though, and when he tried to mentally call to them, there was nothing.

Nothing about this situation was good. Milo felt weak. Naked. Like a little kid again- and that, possibly, was the worst thing. His heart pounded and he tried to shut it up. Think. Powers not working. But he was still here, still him. He was a big guy, and even without the assistance of powers, he was strong and nowhere near useless. That much he'd always made sure, being such a paranoid person.

The paranoia thing felt very reasonable right now.

(i'm sorry i write such long posts sometimes pls fight me)

Iridian sat, silently. Sure, she knew who some of these people were. But why were they here, and... where were they anyway? Looking around, she saw nothing useful to give location. Well, actually, she saw lots of living people... someone must be dead here? Not someone visibly ghost-like. Nobody who seemed invisible to everybody else. Just other students, and some people with grey outfits. Grey, like rainclouds. Rain would be an appropriate weather in this situation. What else was different? Same hair, same clothes... what was this? Bracelet? Iridian didn't remember a bracelet, ever. But then, she didn't remember how she got here. Had she banged her head? She didn't feel like she had a headache. Had she been asleep? That must be right. If she was at school, she'd probably feel extremely refreshed. But all she felt was anxious. As did, she realised, many of the others. But what about the ones that weren't? Also, what had she even done to be in this... whatever it was?

Joker -> Carl Bateman

Joker stood straight up when he noticed he was in the midst of a local celebrity, right here. The guy who exploded the cafeteria after the head cheerleader did her campaign. Oh dang.

He sidled up on the seat next to him, a shit eating grin on his face.

"I know you," he said with no regard to his health or well-being. After all, these shitty bracelets, they were the great equalizer here. He can't lay a finger on his head. "You're that dude. Carl Bateman. The dude who exploded the cafeteria. I was wondering when they'll take you here.

"Welcome to the slammer, Carl! Hope you like your stay here, because you're not going anywhere any time soon." He laughed.

SNNNNOOOORE.....SNNNNNOOOOOREEE...SNOOORR--

AHHH! GET SOME!

Cross jolted awake in the small chair, fists swinging at nothing but air in his violent wake. The chair beneath him groaned in protest by the sudden throw of his weight and buckled beneath him. The wood splintered and he tumbled back, his hard noggin slamming against the white tile. He remained in that vulnerable position for only a second before he scrambled up to his feet. The nearly seven foot mass of sheer muscle took in his surroundings, nostrils flaring as the adrenaline resumed it's course.

He...didn't remember too much. All he could recall was being in the forbidden forest...and letting the beast out. It was full moon night...Then all the sudden, there were a bunch of assholes in suits that jumped him and... How did he get here? And what were these guys doing here? The vein pulsing upon his forehead began to relax. Okay..He wasn't being attack but...Something didn't feel right. He couldn't...smell these people and some guy was going on about being in the 'slammer'. "The hell're you talkin' about?! What is this place?!" he was beginning to get fired up again, especially when he noticed the bracelets. "The fuck're these?! I don't wear jewelry! That's for chicks!" Like any normal dog in his situation, he proceeded to bite them off. Surely he'll break them at some point.

Even with those little inhibitors on them, collars for both girls, Cheeto and Dorito had not made it easy. Dorito had a black eye and several large bruises on her arms, and Cheeto still hadn't wiped the dried blood from where the guards had broken her nose and cut her lip. What's more, Cheeto was still coughing after her assailant had winded her with a punch to the stomach. The mysterious people who had taken them in the night were far worse off, probably getting rabies shots right about now.

"Where do you think we are?" "No idea, Chee... No idea..." The two girls, both remarkably small and wiry, huddled close together. Both wore light and baggy pajamas that managed to look far too big on them, it was clear that they were taken from their beds. "I can't... I can't use my powers..." Cheeto stretched her hand out, flexing her fingers and moving her arm as if trying to push something that isn't there... "Ch... Cheeto..." Dorito suddenly looked very, very afraid. "I can't hear you... I can't hear... you." Cheeto slowly grew wide eyed as she started to panic, panting frantically, hyperventilating. Dorito began to give small, terrified gasps and shouts.

The twins' bond that had been with them from birth was silenced.