"We are now approaching the Academy. Please collect your personal belonging; you will be walking through metal detectors on your way inside. Good luck." The bus filled with new attendees pulled up in front of Mayburn. Jack, seated in the back, took his headphones out of his ears and craned his neck to see over the people in front of him. The ride from the holding center to the Academy had been short and uneventful, though now he had a feeling things were about to change. After all, a dozen fellow criminals were all around him, and he had no idea what they'd been convicted for. At least they didn't know any of his secrets, either; he could pretend he was a murderer just to intimidate those who looked at him the wrong way, and they wouldn't know the difference. But no, he wasn't a murderer. Almost, but not quite. The label they'd assigned to him in court was arsonist. And if you asked him, that was a pretty fucking stupid title, considering before the house he'd never set a damn thing on fire. But apparently lighting up your childhood home with your father still inside made you look worse than you actually are. If only they knew why he'd done it, they'd eat their words, dismiss the charges. But Jack's lips were forever sealed, and being in this hellhole didn't change that. He took out a cigarette from his backpack (the attendees were only allowed one small bag on the bus; sheets and clothing were supposedly going to be provided for them) and lit it as he got up and walked toward the front of the bus. The security guard standing there cleared his throat and put his hand out, gesturing for Jack to put out the smoke and drop it. Jack scoffed and shook his head. "What do you think I'm gonna do with a little thing like this? I'm only killing myself here, champ," he said, trying to push past the guard. "Put it out or be sent back," the guard said, stopping him from exiting the bus. Jack stared at him for a moment, wondering if he was serious. Then he took the cigarette from between his lips and tossed it outside the door. He and the guard glared at each other for a long moment before Jack was able to step off the bus. This was going to be a great fucking life. ~~~~ "Do you believe you've made any progress here at all, Cameron?" "It's Cam." "Cam, my apologies." "You tell me, doc, you're the one with the license." "It's about self-reflection, Cameron." "Cam. And no, it's not. The only reason I'm in here is because I ditched my last two appointments. Want to know why? I was having sex in a broom closet." Cam leaned forward, every word laced with coldness as she stared down her therapist. Dr. Wyatt silently stared back for a few moments before quietly stating, "We'll finish this tomorrow." Cam took that as her exit and stood up; she couldn't get out of there any faster if she'd wanted to. Once the door closed behind her, she leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. Fucking therapy sessions would be the death of her, and the damn people at this place knew that. What were they expecting? Her to suddenly have a change of heart and re-write her life? There was too much damage already done. And frankly, Cam liked her life. Well, she used to, when she wasn't in this place. She liked it enough not to turn herself in, at least. The sex and drugs were easy, they were something she knew. The real world? That was full of fakers and pretenders and liars. She preferred to stay out of it. But here, they were practically pushing her into it. She tied her hair back and adjusted her leather jacket before walking down the hall and outside into the courtyard. The maroon bus filled with new Mayburn attendees was pulling up, and she grimly watched as more criminals filled the yard. What were they in here for? Murder? Theft? Sex, like her? She didn't know- no one did. She couldn't help but stay and watch them, though, as they walked into the best or worst years of their lives. ~~~~ 1) For the lurkers: now only accepting males, if you are interested in joining. See OOC link for details. 2) For the RPers: colors are fun, but not required. Two paragraphs per post. You may either be on the bus or already a student as Mayburn, know Jack or Cam or each other or not, it's up to you. 3) Any and all plot twists, ideas, etc are welcome. Post in the OOC thread or surprise us.