[center][img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/1131065754469539920/1131065995931418707/Phantom_3.gif[/img][/center][color=gray][sup][b][color=fdc68a]CHAPTER 1:[/color][/b] Never Start a Fight on Day 1
[b][color=fdc68a]MENTIONS:[/color][/b] Any/All
[b][color=fdc68a]INTERACTIONS:[/color][/b] None
[b][color=fdc68a]LOCATION:[/color][/b] New Alcatraz, San Francisco, California, US
[b][color=fdc68a]NOW PLAYING:[/color][/b] [url=https://open.spotify.com/track/7EHmKkyAr6MZv5Y2FdZbXw?si=bd7170a7747042c6]♫ Lights - Journey ♫[/url][/sup][/color]
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[color=fdc68a][i]I swear to God, if I have to listen to this song ever again, I will Van Gogh myself.[/i][/color]

Zack leaned back in his seat, stretching his arms when he first sat down. He heard a slight shuffle come from behind him, a sound he was used to at this point. [color=fdc68a][i]The Pigs are paranoid today… poor guys.[/i][/color] He lowered his arms back in and settled in to get comfortable. The last thing he needed was for the cuffs to go back on, even if he could get out of them whenever he wanted. They didn’t seem to like that the last time he tried to walk out. Above all the other crap they sold, what stuck in Zack’s mind was the fear in the eyes of the guards watching over him. The only other time he had seen that look was in Westlake…[hr]

Zack was surprisingly used to the strange feeling of the ocean: he loved the slight feeling of weightlessness, and the weird listing that came from the waves. It felt oddly soothing, and was a nice change of pace from the cold hard ground. The only time moving ever felt so different was when he could immerse himself into dense seas of concrete… but now that they were supervised, he knew they wouldn’t take kindly to Zack’s idea of a late night swim. Especially as Zack’s eyes took in the views. He had seen a couple movies about Alcatraz… it was far more intimidating in person. [color=fdc68a][i]Better than a normal jail cell, I guess. Definitely better than ending up back in Ohio.[/i][/color]

Security was as brusque as ever. Zack handed over the few things he had left on him: a lighter and a pack of cards. The cards were permitted, the lighter was taken. Zack didn’t very much care. That thing had been burning a hole in his chest for years, though he still felt the heat even as it was put in a baggy and secured away. Others seemed to be putting up a fight and a stink about getting their things taken and looked through. Zack could probably make a killing by running a side business just nabbing those things back for them… but not yet. Zack didn’t say a word to any of the guards, just stared at them with a curious look. His eyes very quickly scanned over their pockets and belts: plenty of shiny things for the taking…

[color=fdc68a][i]Jesus, get it together, man. You know the rules… never start shit on day one.[/i][/color]

Some of the others… they didn’t get the memo. Rock boy thought he was funnier than he was, but other folks seemed to dig it. Hell, even the otter seemed to like it. Of course… that only escalated things. The bus was a little tense, but the joke seemed to kick most of the crowd into flight or fight. Turns out, most of these bastards were a fighting sort. As Zack felt the tension rising, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. As soon as the breath was held in place, he started from the top of his head and let his molecules phase out just barely.  He kept his feet solid, but enjoyed the slight feeling of the wind rushing right through him. He appreciated it more as things escalated. Tasers and pepper spray were not his vibe. But as everyone seemed to freak out, Zack watched on with a callous and uninterested stare. He didn’t mutter a word, holding his breath just in case things got more violent and shifted his direction. But to his relief, their ever gracious babysitter had stepped in and called off the hounds. Zack let his molecules close in together again as he regained his solid form, and let out a quick exhale before gulping in more air for a few greedy gasps. Zack doubled over, hands on his knees as he regulated his breathing again, before standing upright again.

[color=fdc68a][i]Best to look scared, for now. The sooner they think I’m a goodie two-shoes pissing his pants at the mere mention of AEGIS, the sooner I’m out of here.[/i][/color]