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Jackson walks through the cells, a guard on each side gripping onto each arm forcefully. He’d only just arrived and the boy was already donning a bloody nose and an angry scowl. He’d put up a decent fight when they’d tried to slap the collar on him, for a human anyways. He’d always been fairly scrappy, tending to use his fists before his words. Now he was being pulled reluctantly towards his cell by the two guards, one of which had incredible strength for what they looked like. He’d been too busy fighting the collar that he had no idea the island was home to supernatural creatures. The guards toss him into his cell with ease, causing him to fall forward towards the floor, scrambling slightly as his bags are chucked at him. The guards chuckle as they walk away, and while Jackson’s mind had every intention of following them, giving them a piece of his mind, he groans slightly, his gut aching from a rather forceful punch he’d received.
“FUCKERS!” He yells back as they walk away laughing, pushing one of his bags off of him, pulling himself up to his feet. His fingers immediately move to pull at the collar around his neck. “What the fuck..” He grumbles, yanking at it but it did nothing but irritate his neck. He wasn’t exactly if he was processing what was going on, but all he knew was he was behind bars again, and he wasn’t pleased about it. His hand flies forward, punching into one of the shelving units of the cell, causing the contents of it to rattle. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He grunts, teeth clenching and anger radiated off of him. “If I’d wanted to go back to fucking prison, I should have just stayed at home.” He kicks one of his bags sending it over a few feet before sitting on one of the beds, fingers raking through his hair.
So far Qhuinn had been sticking pretty good to her resolution to visit the cells more. She had a few times during the break, but really it had been cheating when she knew what times to go when the least amount of people would be there. Now, with the stupid curfew back in place, those times didn’t exist anymore. If 2019 was going to be the year of finally getting her shit together though, this was a good place to start. Ring was on, shoulders squared. Stranger Things bag full of various treats and a small first aide kit was slung over her shoulder. She was ready to roll.
And nearly fall on her face when a wall of anger hit her the moment a toe crossed the threshold. Sighing a bit, she put aside her good intentions of seeing what Avery or Agnarr of any of the others were up to, and followed the sounds to what was no doubt a new grant student. Biting her lip, she watched the man for a minute, rubbing her arms as she got a sudden chill. Her ring dulled her powers, which mean that his anger was that strong to get through. “It won’t come off” she finally blurted, uselessly, as she watched him struggle with his collar. No shit Qhuinn.. She thought to herself. He’d probably figured that out for himself pretty damn quick.
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