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[indent] The group soon moved on from the court room. Haven waited until the last of the group shuffled by before she moved from her spot. Her head turned towards the way they came in, where the director was now heading. She watched as he disappeared through the same door they took Frederick Jackson. The door closed behind him, and Haven turned to take up the last spot amongst the group.

The group ahead was quiet, save for the occasional wheeze and sniffle among those who had been peppered. A great addition to such a rocky day for most of them. She noticed Wes ahead as he looked at the amenities they passed. His eyes were red as well, although she didn't remember him standing near the group that had gotten the brunt of it. Something to think about later.

Right now she was noticing the guard pull a set of keys from his belt to unlock the next room they would enter. The fact that it was locked to begin with unsettled her. [i]"Rehabilitation Center" my feathers.[/i]

As Haven followed the group into the room, she began to understand why it was locked. It seemed they would be meeting their fellow inmates earlier than expected. Haven couldn't help but tense as she looked at the attendees. The people within the program would ultimately set the tone for their time here. If they didn't play nice, the rest of them were screwed.

They were quickly approached by a young girl, who had decided to be their welcoming committee. Unsurprisingly, her greeting was not welcoming at all. The grin she had on her face told Haven she was trouble enough. Haven wouldn't expect any help from her, or any of them in fact. In places like this, it was better to rely on one's own wits.

She kept her own expression neutral as she looked around the room, observing each of the attendees as she passed over them. None of them really paid mind to the new group, except for the girl against the back wall and the boy in the corner. The boy's gaze was calculating and cold, and Haven made sure to look elsewhere before she noticed his eyes land on her. It was a brief glance, much to her relief. The girl's gaze was something entirely different. It didn't unsettle, but it wasn't fully there either. Haven wondered what her deal was.

Haven's attention was drawn back to the boy as he shouted a name. The girl, dubbed "The Kid" from her own mouth, described the boy that bolted from his spot next to "Bulk" to answer the call, and then the girl whose mind seemed elsewhere while her eyes remained on them.

The overall dynamic in this group was already showing itself. She tried her best to act disinterested, all the while watching as Dawkins aka. "Fingers" came closer with the taller boy from her peripherals. She could hear what he was saying, and it was getting harder not to care why. Dawkins was clearly uncomfortable. The boy was noting the security cameras in the room. [i]Mind your business, Haven.[/i] She told herself. She kept her attention on the girl by the window, who The Kid was introducing now. Yet she couldn't help but turn her full attention to the front of the group as the tall boy addressed the redhead, and interrupted The Kid's description of "Liberty".

The boys smile was a threat. The Kid's eyes said what her frozen expression couldn't. Haven watched the redhead leave the group, and all she really could do was hope that the girl could take care of herself. The girls home had already taught her not to mess with people like that.

The Kid made sure her next introduction, once he was far enough, was about the boy. Haven fully believed her this time. She'd decided to avoid Billy as best as she could before hearing it from The Kid's mouth. Places like this had their own little societies, and the rules were dictated by none other than those with the most power and influence.

So, after seeing all of them, Haven decided in that moment to avoid getting involved with any of it. If she could keep to herself, there was a chance she'd find peace here. It's all she really wanted, after all.

That said, Haven decided to find a spot in the room where she could do exactly that. She slipped out from behind the group, giving a wide berth to Bulk as he approached the others, and looked for a spot by a window. Preferably a chair without a back to it.

She chose a table two down from where Liberty sat gazing out. They all had backs, she noticed with disappointment, but she was able to swap a chair out for a stool by the pool table. Haven set her backpack down on the table and took her seat. She glanced back at the group, noticing that Bulk had not uttered a word, and then towards the three on the other side of the room. At least from this spot she could see everything happening.

She found herself searching for Wes within the group. What did he take away from these first encounters with the attendees? She spotted his hoodie; a dark number with faded words that looked just as old as most of her clothes. It seemed like he was a scavenger, too. She noticed his eyes on the redhead and the businessmen. He looked tense. Like he had also seen deals like that being made before. Although the look in his eyes made it seem like he'd seen worse outcomes than she had.

Even though she was still unsure of being close to anyone at all in this center, she didn't look away when his eyes eventually turned towards her. She subtly nodded her head towards the seat in front of her. An invitation to avoid the others with her, if he wanted to.

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