I need a little room to breath [Thoth]

<table><tbody><tr><td><div style="padding:15px;"><div><div><div style="border:8px solid #ffffff;width:125px;height:125px;margin:0px 10px 0px 0px;float:left;"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/IOOl0mj.png" style="height:125px;"></div></div><div style="text-align:justify;">There were trouble students, and then there were trouble students. Plenty of students got along just fine on Juvie island when they realized what kind of situation they were in. They realized that the school was serious, they shaped up, and then they were back on the mainland in no time.

Others decided to be problem children. They acted out. They wouldn't sit down. They wouldn't do as they were told, and generally that meant juvie island had to apply a more hands on approach.

A lot of the time, Hudson was the hands on approach. A big part of it was his look. He looked unassuming. He looked like someone's grumpy old grandfather, old and past his prime. He did not look like the kind of guy who was really a dragon, or the kind of guy who was both extremely strong and extremely experienced. When dealing with non-humans, people almost never expected them to look old, because so many of them would live thousands of years without aging at all.

Hudson did age. And he was far older than the eighty years he looked.

He opened the door without much ceremony, squinting at a manilla file folder he had open in one hand before glancing up at the boy in the room. Trouble. He looked like trouble, and his record said as much. He was also several inches taller than Hudson himself, which Hudson found mildly irritating.

"Lochlann Cabal-Ushtie?" He got the first name without too much trouble, but the last name he mangled the pronunciation on.
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<table><tbody><tr><td><div style="padding:15px;"><div><div><div style="border:8px solid #ffffff;width:125px;height:125px;margin:0px 10px 0px 0px;float:left;"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/IOOl0mj.png" style="height:125px;"></div></div><div style="text-align:justify;">Hudson let Lochlann make his subtle little show of edging around him and diving for the door. The only sign he had acknowledged it at all was a small snort of amusement under his breath. He glanced at the folder again, his eyes raking across the page before he finally snapped it closed, looking up at Lochlann properly.

"Hudson Rogers." Which was a very bland and American name for a man who was neither bland, nor American. "I'll be overseeing your time here at The Islets." The way he said 'The Islets' made it very clear that he thought highly of them - you could practically hear the capitols.

"You have quite a file. I could have spent a few hours reading through it, but I imagine it would be better for me to hear it from you. So, I'll pose the question to you: Why are you here?" And he knew. Of course he would know, because if it wasn't one thing, it was another.
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<table><tbody><tr><td><div style="padding:15px;"><div><div><div style="border:8px solid #ffffff;width:125px;height:125px;margin:0px 10px 0px 0px;float:left;"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/VWoZZub.png" style="height:125px;"></div></div><div style="text-align:justify;">Hudson couldn't help himself. He laughed, long and hard, at the very idea that Lochlann Cabyll-Ushtey had no idea why he was there. It was almost enough to bring a tear to his eye, but he was at least professional enough to keep his laugh short.

"This is Juvie Island, as the students call it." Although it's proper name was the Behavioral Corrections Facility, he'd only ever heard it called that once. Even the teachers just called it Juvie Island. "And your record is thicker than my arm." He had only kept the important bits, and it was still a very thick folder. "Would you like to take another guess?"
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<table><tbody><tr><td><div style="padding:15px;"><div><div><div style="border:8px solid #ffffff;width:125px;height:125px;margin:0px 10px 0px 0px;float:left;"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/IOOl0mj.png" style="height:125px;"></div></div><div style="text-align:justify;">Ahh, a smart one. A snarker. He preferred when they tried to be violent with him, because then he could just be violent back. They weren't a huge fan of him roughing up people who hadn't tried to rough him up first, which made everything a good deal more complicated than it needed to be.

"Yada yada, your file is thicker than my arm. You've pushed the school past it's limits, you've acted up in more ways than most people are aware are possible, and you're not going back to the school until you straighten up and prove you won't disrupt everyone else's classroom experience." A simple enough summary of things. "So calm down, get used to it, and work with us."

If only things were that easy, but people didn't get to the island because they were willing to play along. The 'you need to straighten up your act' didn't really work past the first time, and the first time was always back in the Academy. People didn't get to Juvie Island without having already been warned several times. If none of those warnings worked, why did Juvie Island think this one would?

He suspected they knew it wouldn't, but wanted to cover their bases so no one could say they would have behaved if they had known.
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<table><tbody><tr><td><div style="padding:15px;"><div><div><div style="border:8px solid #ffffff;width:125px;height:125px;margin:0px 10px 0px 0px;float:left;"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/IOOl0mj.png" style="height:125px;"></div></div><div style="text-align:justify;">Hudson gave an overexagerated shrug. "Alas, if only. But education isn't something you can just ignore. Mandatory, and all that. So your options are behaving and returning to Starlight Academy, or spending the rest of your education here, where you'll get an education whether you want to or not." Simple enough.

There wasn't much in the way of tells. Hudson really was relaxed. This was not the first time he'd given someone the equivalent speech, and it wasn't likely to be the last. The fact was, he'd never met a student who could actually physically threaten him with anything worse than a small cut. There was nothing for him to worry about. It was just a job, and one he did extremely well. No need to get personal about it. "So the choice is yours."
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