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[~Alyana Sheridon]

[glow=purple,2,300]x-Alyana Elizabeth Sheridon-x[/glow]
//.16.Level 2.Independant.Single.\\

Here I was, tied to the pole... again. It was the second time this week, but I was used to it. I was put here a lot, for rebelling against the 'Mothers' and 'Fathers', as they called themselves. It brought back a funny memory, the first day I came here and I spit on a mother's shoe, saying that she wasn't my mother and I wouldn't call her that. Then I spent three days in TI, which wasn't that bad considering I slept ninety-nine percent of the time.

I shook my hair out of my eyes, this was one time I preferred it short. My hazel eyes scanned the perimiter. "What are you staring at?" I snarled at some level ones, who were to afraid of me to do anything. I'd earned that reputation, because they knew I'd get them back twice as bad when they were the ones tied to a pole.

A level three came up beside me, a girl I didn't like much. She attempted to hurt me, make me scream or something, but I took it with my mouth shut. I wasn't intimidated by a little slut like her. "Fuck off." I hissed at her, spitting the blood from my mouth at her. She quickly took off. I'd have to get her back eventually.

[Penn Jacobson Archer]

A male jumped up, his muscular build causing the table infront of him in the dining hall to tip to the side as he lunged forward, a splatter of brown landing on his pale yellow polo and the sleeves of his shirt moving back over his larger, wide-set shoulders. He reached his arms to the smaller, pimply boy with snake-like teeth, aiming to reach around his through as the Zitface sneered at him. The male cast a glance over his shoulder to see a couple of guards and his family 'father' running oer to the table. Shoot, well this would have to be quick. He growled under his breath as he reached his hands around the boy's throut. "Fucker, don't you dare say that about my sister." He growled, his low voice having the sound of silk swimming over a deep gravel. The zitfaced boy sneered at him. "Your sisters a little slut Penn, a slut, just like your mother." He spoke, although the kid's voice seemed to be a bit higher pitched than normal. Penn's eyes raged as he growled again, before the guard's reached the table. "And don't you fucking talk about my mother!" He screamed loudly and aimed for the boys throught again.

The guard's caught up to him just before he could get his larger hands around the zitfaced ass's neck, the larger of the guards reached for his arm and twisted one painfully behind his back, than the other in his meaty grasp. Penn felt the cold metal clang of the handcuffs before he heard them, well what a surprise, the angered teenager was being cuffed before going to TI, lovely. A snort emitted from his nose as he rolled his eyes and looked at the smaller, rat-like man who was supposedly his group 'father', who was standing below him. Penn was taller, and hell, the father couldn't be any more than 5'8". The 'father' growled at him and spat at his feet, which Penn replied with a snort again, he opened his mouth to speak. "TI again? Color me damn surprised. That place isn't that bad, grows on you." A lie, of course, Penn hated TI, hated the cold floor, hated the bruising beating. He felt the guard's fist as he placed a hand on his bicep and led him out of the dining room. "Oh no, blue blood, where your going is much worse" The 'father' called after him.

Penn closed his eyes as he was led away, he opened htem as he felt the nip of the outdoors. He blinked, surprised, until he noticed a smaller, beaten girl handcuffed to one of the two poles made of metal that where dug into the cold, gravel ground. He jumped backwards, the scent of blood and feat filling his nostrels as he took a quick intake of breath. Penn jumped back again, aiming to get to the door and back inside, but the larger guard just gripped a hold of his arm and dragged him to the pole the small width away from the girl, he undid one of the handcuffs and tugged at it so hard that Penn was forced to fall backwards, with his back to the pole. He felt the other handcuff get put on his hand and tried to get up, but found a rude awakening when he realized that he was cuffed to the pole. Shit, this was not good. The guard gave a sinister smile and disappeared with the other guard through the door to the building. Penn watched the door for a moment with longing, before turning to the girl, her slight beaten look seemed to make her seem smaller, more innocent. Penn glanced around, a spot of red nearby looked mysteriously like blood, that couldn't be good. He glanced at her, before the rumors clicking about the Pole entered his mind, of crud, he'd heard of this place, only thought it was a myth by Mothers and Fathers to trick kids to innocence, well hell, Penn wasn't that bad of a kid, a level four already, until the bastards had to talk about his sister.... and his mother. It brought pain to his mind to think of them, Violet, his innocent little sister who was dying while he was stuck here, with some unknown disease, and his mother, the brat, stuck him here and wouldn't let him near his sister, because she didn't want him to taint 'her good air'.

Penn Jacobson Archer glanced at the door again, than his eyes wandered to the girl. He put on a lopsided smile and adjusted his sitting position, before speaking, his voice moving with a hard edge, like it was sharpening of knives over silk. "Name's Penn. What'd you do to get here? Doesn't seem to be a good place, here, I mean." Penn managed to add weak humor to his voice, but actually he was scared shitless.

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