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The chilly morning wind brushed against the skins of each student and guard that were present within the transportation bus, the winter’s air causing a shiver to run down Sumire’s spine. After an hour’s bus ride in one direction, she could hear the brakes creek as the vehicle slowed to a stop; the momentum behind it nearly making her bump into the seat in front of her. The weights of the cuffs keeping her hands and ankles together made the entire ride all the more difficult for her to sit up straight; she supposed it was to keep anyone from being too comfortable.
She and her classmates had been rounded together into a single juvenile detention center, some being transported from a different country just for this opportunity of redemption. They arrived at the jail with nothing but the clothing on their backs, which were promptly confiscated and traded for short-sleeved black and white jumpers. Only one recorded phone call home before they would be ordered to get moving. No technology, no books, no anything to entertain themselves during the trip. Not that it mattered in the end.
When the guards had guided everyone to the bus and sat them all down, each person was blindfolded then had some sort of wristband put on them and activated. Sumire assumed it was to track their whereabouts, and the blindfolds were to keep them from knowing which direction to go should they escape. Not wanting to ask too many questions to the wrong guard, she kept quiet.
The occasional crushing of dirt under the tires, taps of a screen, and the whirr of the bus’s motor were the only noises to accompany Sumire and her classmates during the travel. Any attempt of conversation with whoever was seated next to them was promptly shot down by the guards aboard. The teenagers couldn’t talk amongst one another, only twiddle their thumbs and look at nothing but darkness.
Then, one by one, two guards moved around the bus, undoing and removing the blindfolds. Sumire’s eyes hurt the second they were exposed to the early morning light, but there wasn’t much time to recover.
The commanding officer yells at them to get off the bus, the other guards that had been on board assisting each student off the vehicle and into the building, where they had been waiting for them.
They were all taken into the mess hall, each student standing side by side to each other where a masked man was standing in front of them with a packet of papers in his hand and his staff next to him. He had silver hair, medium lengthed but styled. He was tall, looking to stand about 6 feet and muscular. He wore a white button-up with a black tie, dress pants, and shoes to match.
The people next to them wore their own masks, each person with different parts of their heads and faces revealed.
~~~~
Mika was anxious, though remained calm and collected. She had seen every students’ files. She knew them like the back of her hand. Their background? She didn’t care. Their quirks? Names? Age? Everything in the folders given to them to review, she had memorized it.
She and her coworkers had been warned about the students’ arrivals 20 minutes ago, and from there, each of them had to prepare mentally and physically. All in case one of them tried something stupid.
She was expecting insults or back talk from the teenagers. It was only natural one of them would try to test the waters or assert their dominance.
~~~~
The Headmaster’s emotions were difficult to predict. He had on a blank mask, with nothing but the basic human features sculpted into the beautifully crafted material. His body language did not speak distaste, nor did it express joy. The man was merely a presence in within the small group of people.
He didn’t want these teenagers to get an idea of what to expect from him. Young as they may be, they were still emotionally driven. They were unpredictable. Worked without a plan, and if they did have one, they rarely stuck with it. If they learned where he stood on a threat level, they would begin to behave accordingly. He hated predictability. He wanted to see just what these teenagers were going to do once they began showing their true colors.
“Welcome to the Juvenile Rehabilitation Academy or JRA for short. Since none of us have all day, let’s just get through this.”
He flipped through the papers, “At this academy, you will receive the proper education, growth, and guidance to assist you to become a better person. These tools are privileges, not rights, and thus, these tools can be revoked if the staff decides that it is best for the student work on their character through physical labor rather than a classroom.”
Headmaster flipped through more pages. “Students are required to follow the commands of the staff and officers present on the premises. If a student is shown to be troubled or rebellious, the teacher assigned as their overseer will be granted to administer a controlled shock via the Student Tracker and Regulator wristband until the student behaves.
The Student Tracker and Regulator wristbands you wear are a tracking device that works as a Quirk regulator and taser. If you try to escape, you will receive a high voltage shock. If you use your Quirk without permission, you will receive a shock. If you do anything stupid or against the academy’s rules, you will receive a shock.”
He flipped through more pages quickly, passed the history of the wristbands. “Student progress is monitored carefully with a point system. The fewer points you have, the more privileges you will receive. The more you have, the higher your restrictions. Everyone starts at 3 points, which is regular treatment. I will not tell you how many points are too many, but I will say that if you receive enough points, you will be expelled from the academy and forced to serve your sentence in prison. No more opportunities, no third chances.”
More pages, “You will all have the same schedules, so get used to everyone’s faces. The uniforms you receive can be customized to a certain degree. Don’t alter it to the point you look like a hooker or you will receive punishment and uniform customization will no longer be an option. Don’t ruin it for everyone else.”
Headmaster pointed towards a small caged in an area within one of the walls. “Over there is your shop. With the money you earn or have wired in, you can purchase snacks, hygienic products, and etcetera. It, like the classroom, is a privilege. If you abuse the shop owner physically or verbally or use the shop when you do not have permission, the shop will lock up for good and you will have to request your teachers the supplies you want or need.”
“You will receive a room and a roommate, which have already been chosen for you. In your rooms, you will find uniforms per your measurements. You are allowed to personalize the room, but like the uniforms, the privileges can be revoked if contraband is found in your room. A list of contraband items will be on your wall when you enter.”
Headmaster once again flipped through the pages until he stopped. “The only physical interaction a student may have is a brief touch to the arm. No hugging, kissing, or hands where the guards can’t see them. If students are found to be engaging in physical or sexual interactions/altercations, the people involved will receive appropriate punishment. Students who are biologically female who engaged in sexual activity with a biological male will be sent to the medical office where the staff will do what they must to prevent the possibility of pregnancy. Don’t get pregnant. Anything else, you'll figure it out.”
He closed the packet before asking. “Any questions?”
She and her classmates had been rounded together into a single juvenile detention center, some being transported from a different country just for this opportunity of redemption. They arrived at the jail with nothing but the clothing on their backs, which were promptly confiscated and traded for short-sleeved black and white jumpers. Only one recorded phone call home before they would be ordered to get moving. No technology, no books, no anything to entertain themselves during the trip. Not that it mattered in the end.
When the guards had guided everyone to the bus and sat them all down, each person was blindfolded then had some sort of wristband put on them and activated. Sumire assumed it was to track their whereabouts, and the blindfolds were to keep them from knowing which direction to go should they escape. Not wanting to ask too many questions to the wrong guard, she kept quiet.
The occasional crushing of dirt under the tires, taps of a screen, and the whirr of the bus’s motor were the only noises to accompany Sumire and her classmates during the travel. Any attempt of conversation with whoever was seated next to them was promptly shot down by the guards aboard. The teenagers couldn’t talk amongst one another, only twiddle their thumbs and look at nothing but darkness.
Then, one by one, two guards moved around the bus, undoing and removing the blindfolds. Sumire’s eyes hurt the second they were exposed to the early morning light, but there wasn’t much time to recover.
The commanding officer yells at them to get off the bus, the other guards that had been on board assisting each student off the vehicle and into the building, where they had been waiting for them.
They were all taken into the mess hall, each student standing side by side to each other where a masked man was standing in front of them with a packet of papers in his hand and his staff next to him. He had silver hair, medium lengthed but styled. He was tall, looking to stand about 6 feet and muscular. He wore a white button-up with a black tie, dress pants, and shoes to match.
The people next to them wore their own masks, each person with different parts of their heads and faces revealed.
~~~~
Mika was anxious, though remained calm and collected. She had seen every students’ files. She knew them like the back of her hand. Their background? She didn’t care. Their quirks? Names? Age? Everything in the folders given to them to review, she had memorized it.
She and her coworkers had been warned about the students’ arrivals 20 minutes ago, and from there, each of them had to prepare mentally and physically. All in case one of them tried something stupid.
She was expecting insults or back talk from the teenagers. It was only natural one of them would try to test the waters or assert their dominance.
~~~~
The Headmaster’s emotions were difficult to predict. He had on a blank mask, with nothing but the basic human features sculpted into the beautifully crafted material. His body language did not speak distaste, nor did it express joy. The man was merely a presence in within the small group of people.
He didn’t want these teenagers to get an idea of what to expect from him. Young as they may be, they were still emotionally driven. They were unpredictable. Worked without a plan, and if they did have one, they rarely stuck with it. If they learned where he stood on a threat level, they would begin to behave accordingly. He hated predictability. He wanted to see just what these teenagers were going to do once they began showing their true colors.
“Welcome to the Juvenile Rehabilitation Academy or JRA for short. Since none of us have all day, let’s just get through this.”
He flipped through the papers, “At this academy, you will receive the proper education, growth, and guidance to assist you to become a better person. These tools are privileges, not rights, and thus, these tools can be revoked if the staff decides that it is best for the student work on their character through physical labor rather than a classroom.”
Headmaster flipped through more pages. “Students are required to follow the commands of the staff and officers present on the premises. If a student is shown to be troubled or rebellious, the teacher assigned as their overseer will be granted to administer a controlled shock via the Student Tracker and Regulator wristband until the student behaves.
The Student Tracker and Regulator wristbands you wear are a tracking device that works as a Quirk regulator and taser. If you try to escape, you will receive a high voltage shock. If you use your Quirk without permission, you will receive a shock. If you do anything stupid or against the academy’s rules, you will receive a shock.”
He flipped through more pages quickly, passed the history of the wristbands. “Student progress is monitored carefully with a point system. The fewer points you have, the more privileges you will receive. The more you have, the higher your restrictions. Everyone starts at 3 points, which is regular treatment. I will not tell you how many points are too many, but I will say that if you receive enough points, you will be expelled from the academy and forced to serve your sentence in prison. No more opportunities, no third chances.”
More pages, “You will all have the same schedules, so get used to everyone’s faces. The uniforms you receive can be customized to a certain degree. Don’t alter it to the point you look like a hooker or you will receive punishment and uniform customization will no longer be an option. Don’t ruin it for everyone else.”
Headmaster pointed towards a small caged in an area within one of the walls. “Over there is your shop. With the money you earn or have wired in, you can purchase snacks, hygienic products, and etcetera. It, like the classroom, is a privilege. If you abuse the shop owner physically or verbally or use the shop when you do not have permission, the shop will lock up for good and you will have to request your teachers the supplies you want or need.”
“You will receive a room and a roommate, which have already been chosen for you. In your rooms, you will find uniforms per your measurements. You are allowed to personalize the room, but like the uniforms, the privileges can be revoked if contraband is found in your room. A list of contraband items will be on your wall when you enter.”
Headmaster once again flipped through the pages until he stopped. “The only physical interaction a student may have is a brief touch to the arm. No hugging, kissing, or hands where the guards can’t see them. If students are found to be engaging in physical or sexual interactions/altercations, the people involved will receive appropriate punishment. Students who are biologically female who engaged in sexual activity with a biological male will be sent to the medical office where the staff will do what they must to prevent the possibility of pregnancy. Don’t get pregnant. Anything else, you'll figure it out.”
He closed the packet before asking. “Any questions?”