Taken to Juvie Island : Intake

"No..." Iridian was glad she wasn't the only one, even if this guy had been here before. She felt a bit sick at the very idea of being so far from the academy (and so alone). "I mean, I'm not bad." 'I do my homework, I turn up to class, I follow rules,' she added in her head with a mental sigh. She watched Cheeto and Cross for a few moments, wishful for someone apart from Basil, who used to give her a headache in class. Ugh. This was just her luck. "Is this some cruel prank?" she turned her head to Basil, a little glare shining through, something she did not do normally.

@Red

Basil wasn't annoyed- that wasn't something that really happened to him. Instead, their continued denial was just a source of amusement to him. Hey, maybe despite all of the evidence pointing to it, they weren't in juvie right now. Maybe it was all a big joke, a mistake, whatever one might jump to next as a personal defense. Sure, why not go with that, if it made them feel better? The truth would come out eventually, anyway. Even if it didn't, it all meant nothing to him.

Everyone else was a lot worse off, in this situation.

He laughed a bit, airily, when Iridian turned to him again. "Why are you asking me? I gave you my thoughts, and you already decided they were wrong. Well, I can play along if you'd like? A joke, a mistake, we're all perfect angels..." He cut himself off and paused again, then grinned very widely. "Waaait a second. Do you think I'm in on it now? Is that your new theory? Haha! Maybe next time, right?" Or maybe she was just generally using him as something to be angry at. He didn't mind.

He then turned to the other boy, who looked much closer to having an outright breakdown than the girl did. Basil still thought he recognized the guy, for some reason, and his curiosity was pretty relentless. He'd figure it out. "So, you've been here before then? Ah, excuse me, been to juvie before, because it's not like that's where here is or anything! My mistake." He smiled, sickly sweet. "So this doesn't look, or feel, familiar at all? Hm, interesting."

Basil tapped a few fingers on his bracelet, thinking absently about eldritch hazards to mankind. If he was supposed to be here (and well, he'd gone along politely under that assumption), he hoped they'd properly read all the paperwork. "Hey, no hard feelings on you two's whole totally doubting everything I say situation. I'm just making conversation- and I'm sure you'll get some solid facts to believe in soon." To settle your mental state, or make it worse.

@"ReD" @"Iridian Death"

Ravi continued to shake as he stood in line, moving forward. He glanced behind him to look up at Milo, meeting the taller boys eyes. He took a half step back, moving closer to Milo.

He wanted to make sure Milo was still there, that he wouldn't just disappear. He was still terrified, but Milo was comforting him enough that he wasn't going to have a panic attack.

There was a person in front of him still, but...he was getting close to the counter. The big, glass counter with the...

Honestly terrifying people standing behind it.

He gulped, and pulled his cloak tightly, a few tears pricking up at the corners of his eyes.

He wanted to go back to the sewers...

Ravi will be released, as he is not a registered student of Starlight Academy.

"Exactly." She sighed, before listening to his next comment. "That's easy," Iridian said, "Talk to... people." She was about to say ghosts, but stopped herself, swallowing her nerves, watching the line, waiting. Was somebody going to step forward. "They'll... send us back to the academy... maybe." She sure hoped so. The girl was confident she would go insane if she was not sent back immediately.

When she realised nobody was going forward, she stepped towards the guy at the window. "I... I think there's been a mistake." She was quiet, getting quite warm at the amount of socialising she was forced to do. Listening was so much easier. "Umm... I follow rules... unlike some others..." Her thoughts rushed like a rapid train, wishing desperately that nobody (especially that really tall guy, someone had called him Cross) heard her.

((Released please))

"Iridian. I mean, Iridian Death." Well done, she thought bitterly, you're even able to mess up this, and he only asked you for your name. "I'm at Starlight. You can send me back, right?" She probably wouldn't even go insane because of the delinquents. It was more the fact they were all alive. How had nobody ever died here? Or had the ghosts already passed?

She couldn't believe they'd managed to mix things up so bad. Who was supposed to be here? It was almost pathetic. She'd complain but she wasn't one to have a tantrum. And tantrums probably weren't taken lightly here anyway. Instead, she shifted one foot to another. She hoped she'd get her clothes back too. This outfit didn't belong to her.

@Thoth

Dorito was fidgeting with her new clothes, just to have something to do with her hands. She looked up at the desk, trying to use her powers to cut in line, to convince them to have her and her sister released... Nothing. Eventually she moved up to the desk, giving her name. Some of that defiance flared up in her again, her voice hot and confrontational, her eyes alight with indignant anger. "I'm Dorito Lovis, and you release me and my sister right now! Why are we even here, anyways?" Her hands balled into fists as she spoke, the anger replacing her initial fear and confusion.

Cheeto, on the other hand, moved awkwardly up to the desk at a slow shuffle, she seemed meeker than ever. Dorito was her confidence, her passion, and without her sister in her head, she had nothing. Her voice came out as a nervous rumble when asked for her name.
"Ch-Ch-Cheeto Lovis, sir..." She barely mumbled out the words, hoping there'd been some filing error, some mix-up as to why her and her sister were here.

[[OOC: Keep 'em both in, but say that Cheeto could've gone if not for paperwork or the fact that she's Dorito's twin sister or something like that, please?]]