Number 10073

[Jason Harris]

Dylan was now safely confined in his room at the California State Correctional Facility. He hadn't been there a day and he was already trying to think of ways to break out. He wanted out so he could go after Asiv again. All he did was choke a sectary and say he was going to kill that staff, there was probably worse things going on at the school right now.

"I will get you back Asiv."

Dylan thought to himself as his anger rose, it keep rising to the point where he couldn't control it anymore. Letting out a scream Dylan attacked one of the walls in his room. He just keep hitting it over and over, eventually he was able to get control over himself again only to notice his knuckles were now bleeding.

Dylan then turned around and placing his back against the wall he was punching a second ago and slid down to the ground. On he way down he trailed the blood left on the wall from his hand down with him. Once on the ground Dylan just sat there, with the blood still dripping off of his knuckles, trying to think of what to do next.

"I need to get back at Asiv, but how will I do it?"

[Sean Barker]

Entering the room a slightly tall man with brown hair fromt he First Day Assembly of 259 entered. He had been hired by Asiv as this places. . Regulater. If thats what you want to call it. He was the head of the staff at the Correctional Facility. A green vest was open over a bare chest. Tribal tattoos covered his upper body, a pair of gloves and camo cargo pants. He had on tan clod hoppers, which would most likely hurt if kicked with it. He noticed where the kid was with those dark brown eyes almost immediatly as if he where expectign him to be there.

"Alright get up. You get the grand tour, and then its straight to the recriational room. You will be givin' your daily neutriants and brought back here."

Sean would let the new little punk to the institution get up and walk his way. He would look much different from all the others in the place. . . Colorful is a word for it. Everything and everyone else was white. White walls, white floor, white cloths, white hair, white chairs, white windows, white bars, white bed, white sheets, white pillow, everything was white.

[Jason Harris]

Still on the ground, Dylan was trying to think of ways to get back at Asiv. However he was soon distracted by someone walking in, and for what he said Dylan guessed he was part of the staff of this place.

Dylan wasn't in the mood to deal with... well anyone. His hands started to tighten up back into fists as Dylan brought his gaze unpon the only other person in the room. Dylan just keep staring at the person for a while, unblinking, before muttering two words.

"I'll pass."

As Dylan finished talking his gaze went towards the ground again as he started to think of ways to get back at Asiv. While most that he was coming up with would of been very satisfying he had to think realistically. Although, having rats eat Asiv's eyes out while he was still awake was sounding pretty good to Dylan right now.