↝ ╎╎╎ The Bluff County Juvenile Detention Center ╎╎╎ ↜ (Actual RP)

Macy giggled. He did seem nice although he may be trying a bit hard. She took her attention back to Remy. Since he didn't seem to notice she looked at the floor, playing with her hands. She didn't want to seem like a bother so she just watched the interaction between Kitten and Jared.


Jared looked over at Remy again and shrugged. Looking back to Kitten and Macy he said, "I'm Jared.. Who are you?" he smiled at her failed attempt. The other girl looked more interested in Remy so he just left her alone. His attention was drawn to the guard down the hall for a moment. The guard walked away after a minute so he turned back to look at Kit.
 
"I'm Kitten.. but my friends call me Kit... IF i could consider you a friend that is." Kit felt bad for ignoring Macy but her conversation with Jared got her distracted.Kit would make sure to make it up to Macy after this, she was the kind of you scratch my back i scratch yours kinda girl anyway.
 
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Ben backed up when the bars of her cell opened and some girl stormed in, muttering curses at herself. She tossed the girl a glare when she plopped on the bottom bunk. "Excuse me? That's my bed. My things are on it if you can't see." she said in a calm yet biting tone. She turned back to the bars and squinted at her sister.


"I don't care who put us in here I just wanna get out, get a lawyer and get dad out. Understood?" she snapped/yelled. "I'm a little pissed off if you can't tell so I'm not snapping at you I'm just....UGRH." she growled the last word and she shook at the bars. She rested her head on the bars and looked up at her sister with a look that they passed on each other. That look meant only one thing. 'I'm scared.' It was a look Ben rarely showed.
 
"Well my bad." Ariana said as she sighed and hopped up to the top bunk. She already could tell, in all honesty, she was going to hate it here. "So what's your name?" Ariana asked as she looked back at Ben. Ariana wasn't really the type to yell or get mad unless someone made her mad. She sighed once again. I wanna go home... She thought to herself.
 
Ben turned around and squinted at the girl on the top bunk. "I'm having a conversation here." she said sharply. "My name is Ben. Not Benny. Not Ben Ben. Not Benedict Cumberbatch. Ben."
 
(Nothing incredibly major has happened. A few characters have chosen cell mates and have been interacting.)


Jared smiled at her. "Kitten? Is that like a nickname or something? It surely can't be your real name.." he said, raising an eyebrow. He shrugged, "I suppose you could call me a friend. I don't see the harm in it." Jared placed his hand on the bar and peaked around a bit more just to take in his surroundings.
 
Margaret blinked and attempted to slip her thin arm through the bars to reach her sister... She couldn't reach through... Ben was scared, she could see it, other people probably saw a sneer or a glare but she could see the fear in those dark blue eyes and she knew she was going to have to grow a pair. Her little sister was scared and she was going to have to play the Papa Wolf role, even if Ben was going to hate it.


"We'll get him out, I've got this alright? I didn't take all those AP classes in government and the like for fun, I'm going to get him out and make us some money?" she said, running a hand through her hair and smiling. All the while she was rocking on her heels and trying to get a good view of Ben's roommate.
 
Kitten froze for a moment when he mentioned her "real name". when she regain consciousness she smiled like nothing had happened. "oh well you know... ANYWAY!" She said trying to change the subject about her name. " So do you mind if i call you J?" Kit asked innocently as she batted her eyelashes at him.
 
Jared watched as her gaze drifted off. Apparently he had mentioned something she didn't like. "No, I don't mind.." he replied. He glanced down the hall as a guard turned the corner, announcing that they were being aloud out to the commons for a recess. The guard came around and unlocked all of the gates, one by one, leading everyone out to the fenced-in area outside. Jared stopped and waited by the first table for Macy and Kitten to come out.
 
Ben was reaching for her sister when the guard came by, smacking her hand down and unlocking the door. She glared heatedly and quickly rushed over to her sister who had just been released also. She hugged her and quietly whispered. "We'll be alright, right?"
 
Margaret hugged her sister back as soon as the guard opened the door to release her, a loud squeak escaped her lips when the people behind her began rushing towards the courtyard. A few elbows here and there stopped the incessant bumping as she kept pace with Ben. The jumpsuit was highly impractical for this weather and she held her arms closely around her person.


Nothing about this place seemed kid friendly, or teen friendly, or friendly in anyway, the guards were terrifying and the kids were scarier and she felt extremely out of place. Walking lightly on her heels she made her way to the corner of the yard.
 
Ben followed her sister, getting the sh*t bumped out of her and bumping them all back. They made it out to the yard and she frowned. These kids sucked, this place sucked and just....she was so frustrated. She wanted to be violent, which she rarely was unless necessary. But right now she just wanted to make someone bleed. She dared one of these kids to talk smack to her. Her fuze is shorter than normal today and she's ready to blow.


She followed her sister to the corner of the yard, shooting people who shot her looks the same stank look right back and kept walking. She sighed and looked up at her sister. "Got any ideas? I got a few myself but my main focus is to not get raped."
 
Edwin sneered at the guards as they dragged him to his cell, he looked through one of many open cells, frowning slightly. Although he had slept on worse things, he'd have to put up with the same, spring-pierced, scratchy bed for another two years. He spat on one of the guards' boots, resulting in a quick jab in the gut.
 
Brittany saw someone being pushed into the cell across from her. When she heard the cop yell for spit, she sat up and walked over to the bars. Her leather boots thudding on the ground, Brittany looked over, and saw a guy sitting in the cell. "Hey, what you locked up for?" She pushed her hair behind her hear and crossed her arms.
 
Edwin held himself up against the cold, brick wall, saying nothing as if he were ignoring her. He slowly shuffled away, a confused, helpless expression soon spread across his face, and he flicked his fringe over his eyes.
 
Brittany shrugged and sat down on the bed. She soon laid down, and stared out of the bars. She was cold, and her shorts and t-shirt weren't helping. Hoping it would help, she wrapped the sheet around her, but it didn't work. "Man, I hate this sh*t." She exclaimed, it was her second time in this place, and she seriously hated it. Hopefully one of her girls will bail her out soon.
 
"..." Edwin sighed silently before flopping onto his new bed, lurching back when he felt a spring jab into his leg. He kicked the frame, having lost his temper already, a single tear rolled down his cheek as he ran at the door, kicking at it with next to no force.
 
Brittany jumped at the noise. She ran to the front and asked, "are you okay? Hey kid, calm down!" She tried to get out of her cell to help him, but then realized that was stupid. She felt bad for the kid, and hoped he would calm down.
 
Edwin knocked on the door rapidly, obviously in distress, not because of the environment he was now in, but because there was a cobweb in the corner of his cell. If it weren't for that, he'd be fine right now. 
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(Sorry about yesterday i was at six flags :P and sorry for my short reply)


Kit stepped out and smiled happily at the fact he had waited for them. She fixed her hair slightly and started to head for the area out side. " So whatcha in for?"
 
Edwin kicked at the door again, his boots merely brushing against the handle of the door instead of slamming into it, he was always the weak one of the group, or at least he would be if he didn't keep to himself. He grabbed onto the handle and yanked it rapidly, looking over his shoulder at the large cobweb. 
"God dammit, let me out of here!" Edwin thought to himself, driving the heel of his boot into the door once more before giving up, resting his forehead and crying silently, a small puddle of tears forming underneath him, he knocked on the cold, metal cell door one last time, his vision blurred the constant flow of tears.
 
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