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[b]Interactions: David[/b]
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[b]Location: San Francisco, Alcatraz, Recreation Room[/b]
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Having dealt with the earlier altercation, the Director signaled for a guard to move the group out of the court and to whatever place they were supposed to be going. Seeing the guard fumble around with keys in front of a door prompted a smirk from Alexandra. She had expected a more advanced security system in a facility like this, like a retina scanner or something. Hell, a card system at the very least. But those old fashioned keys? It almost seemed quaint.

Then again, even if there were high tech security measures in place, nothing was going to stop inmates like these from eventually breaking through it. So it kind of made sense to not invest more than the bare minimum in it.

Eyes still stinging from the spray earlier, Alexandra had been trailing at the back of the group. They were herded into what seemed to be a generously stocked rec room, at least compared to the ones she was used to back in Russia.

Alexandra noticed there were other program attendees already present in the room, acknowledging their presence wasn’t an immediate priority for her. First order of business was finding a way to rinse that damned pepper spray out of her eyes. It had already taken a lot of restraint on her part to not give in to the urge to rub her eyes. Luckily there was a water fountain close to the door they had all entered in. While not ideal, it was good enough to get the job done. It didn’t seem too dirty either, which was definitely a plus. As she got to work clearing her eyes of the spray something felt off though, as if she was being watched. It made a chill run down her spine.

That, or it was the girl who froze that seat back on the bus.

Finally having dealt with the irritant substance and quickly wiping her face with the bottom of her shirt, Alexandra rejoined the group as they were being given a sort of welcome tour by a child who sounded much older than her appearance made her out to be. She was just in the process of getting the new arrivals up to speed on the longer serving Ju-V attendants. 

The introductions got interrupted mid way by an older boy yelling out at the redhead that boarded the bus at the same stop that Alexandra had a few hours ago. The heavily tattooed girl seemed intrigued about whatever it was this guy was offering her and so she parted from the rest of the group. To Alexandra it seemed overly naive to be so trusting of strangers offering [i]anything[/i] you’d find interesting according to them. She’d heard enough stories from the Velikiye Volki veterans who had served time in Russia’s prison system to at least know that much.

Alexandra was only half listening when the little girl continued her introductions, refocusing again when she brought up the boy, or [i]Calculus[/i] as she called him. She made it sound like he ran the place, and given how another boy, Fingers, jumped through hoops to get to him, it seemed like that assessment wasn’t too far off. It made her glance back at the redhead, hoping that she knew what she was getting into.

The rest of the group of new arrivals took the departure of their redheaded member as their cue to split off as well. Taking a page out of Calculus’ book, Alexandra picked an isolated table from which she could observe most of the room. Here, she thought, she’d be able to monitor not just the older Ju-V peers, but also her fellow newbloods. And given how it was in a corner, she hoped that no one would really bother her.

Unfortunately, that idea proved to be too optimistic.

Out of all the tables in the room the boy with the colored streak in his hair approached hers. She remembered him from the bus ride, he had been mostly busy with his own thoughts back then. Honestly, out of all the people to approach her, he had been one of the last she expected. He held a board game in his hands. She didn’t have to guess which, as the first word she’d heard him speak immediately gave it away. 

Alexandra looked up to him with a frown. Why her? Why not anyone else who obviously didn’t go out of their way to avoid people? 

As if on cue, the boy explained his reasoning behind picking her. Seemed like he didn’t want any undesired attention either. Or maybe there was a bit more behind it. Sitting back in her chair, she narrowed her eyes at him as she tried to look for an ulterior motive. He certainly didn’t look like he had one, but one could never be too careful. That’s another thing the veterans had taught her.

[color=#CC0000]“Fine.”[/color] Not wanting to cause a scene, she acquiesced by gesturing to the seat opposite hers. As she was carefully observing the boy while he was setting the game up, Alexandra remained quiet, never taking her eyes off him. The silence might have been uncomfortable to some, but that was just the way she liked it. Only when the boy finished the setup and took his seat did she finally break the silence.

[color=#CC0000]“How are we deciding colors?”[/color]
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