"the rules are simple, no giving up our location,no drugs, no disobediance..and no sex," saya explains.
"welcome to king's dominion, niña bonita."
you're lead into a pretty garden, and then taken through a door.Inside this door was the school, a tall winding stairwell leading down to it.
you walk down each and every wind, soon making it to the bottom of them.
Master lin, takes you into his office. A rather large room, mostly red objects, and a desk with a rusty looking wheeled chair.
"i'll give your rage a voice loud enough, to be heard all around the world."
he opens a small wooden chest, revealing a navy uniform with red lining.
"fuck it."
the first thing you did was shower and clean all that needed cleaning, then changed into your uniform, and styled your hair.
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A small library-like room, you're handed 2 books, a vhs tape, and 3 weapons.
the locals all strike the same disaffected front. These are posers from every corner of the globe. it doesn't matter where they're from,kids are all the same: assholes. only difference in this place? the dagger in your back..is most likely not metaphorical.
"you mexican?" maria asks.
"actually i'm italian, i speak a few languages though."
"well wherever you're from..you got a crazy rep. everybody's calling you crazy eyes, i heard the guys you killed were child molesters."
"they were."
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HAND TO HAND COMBAT.
you sat on the side bench, watching as everybody else listened to mrs DeLuca. She liked to make the students feel stupid with every chance she got.
As everyone chose their practice partners, you watched people get slammed to the floor, had their bones snapped or being put in headlocks.
'Heart racing like i've got a gun to my head. This is insane, did i just join a cult?' you wonder.
POISON LAB.
you'd been placed beside billy, the crazy boy with a green mohawk and gappy teeth.
he played around with any nearby object that he could to distract him from the awfully boring speech that your teacher had begun.
"i heard lex has a thing for you," he whispers and grins like he knew he shouldn't have told you.
'oh god, whiny british punk likes me?' you ask yourself in confusion and slight disgust.
