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Kara had been the last one to arrive in detention and was likely the first one of the group to get more time added to their sentence; she maintained it wasn't her fault, both in defense of what led to her being detained in the first place and in the harmless act that got her an increased sentence. When the bell marking the end of the school day rang, Kara did what she always did and went for the gym to the Combat Club; even if the members were lesser than other athletic clubs she liked to go, get a nice little workout with the bag and the dummy if no one wanted to spar for real, and then head home. Kara made it as far as stepping onto the blue floor mats before the detention teacher, flanked by a school liaison officer, called her name. Kara shook her head and proceeded to do her stretches and warm ups but ignoring the teacher meant the liaison officer got involved which meant Kara resisted, which meant Kara judo tossed the officer onto the mat which meant by the time Kara was escorted into the detention room the video had already made it to Twitter. 

They didn't even let her get a bag of Funyuns from the vending machines on the way in. 

When she took her seat her first thought that she was still in the wrong room, after all there was no way someone like the school's Samaritan would do something that landed her in detention, but maybe, like Kara, the other girl was just an anomaly. A case of lost in translation. A misunderstanding beyond measure. But between the pornstar of Angel Grove High and the fist fighting greasehead, Kara figured she was in the right place, albeit wrongfully imprisoned. As far as she was aware the others weren't interested in her or her club so she, in turn, wasn't interested in them. None of them really felt like talking, no bonding like that lame movie from the eighties, just sitting in relative silence listening to the clock tick and realizing everyone was likely judging everyone else. 

Once the attendant teacher or whoever it was left them, in a move Kara thought was especially bizarre seeing how much of an effort the staff did to get her there in the first place, Kara simply took out a pair of earbuds from her bag and turned on [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L1G0jl0Vc64]some music.[/url] It was loud enough that it was audible without being overbearing for the others, though likely it was still somewhat annoying. She didn't care. She needed something to stop her from hearing the damn clock. Halfway through the song was when her eyes saw movement, it was the Samaritan raising her hand like they were in a lecture. 

Kara didn't take her earbuds off nor did she turn her music down, she just watched lips move as if she could understand them. She couldn't, of course, she didn't read lips, but she wasn't about to pause the song - it was one of her favorites. They seemed to be speaking to the one most in need of a haircut and once the sexual paragon finished her words, whatever they might've been, Kara figured it was her turn. Unfortunately for everyone gathered, she would not be gracing them with an answer to whatever question they asked. Rather, she turned up the volume as the [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mW0-jrDeSgQ]next song began to play[/url]. 

She just wanted to go back to the Combat Sports Club. Was that so bad?[/center]