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Castelia City Juvenile Hall sits within the city proper, further than the Castelia City Jail, but not so far away that the two places wouldn't be somewhat synonymous by location. The walls are a blank yellowish-white, a few stains in locations by water damage of the nearby showers, and especially of the boys cell block, there are barred rooms likened to an actual jail cell. The place used to be a jail, so it makes sense at least. A hallway filled with barred rooms with two beds a piece, with mattresses that make those who sleep on them envious of those stuck sleeping on benches; the rigid mattress leaving problems on the back for years to come.[break][break]

Laying down on the bottom bunk, the monstrous six foot five teenager Magnus sits in his over-sized orange trousers and white tank top, his feet bare, and his hair wild with blue and white streaks, dyed partially. Earbuds sat blasting music into his ears, as it was some of the only shit he could do these days after the morning cavity search and breakfast.[break][break]

Apparently, today, some asshat got himself the lucky position of being his new cellmate. Guards even told him of that shit. After feeding them a couple fives, they gave him a name. @marshall. Apparently, he got into some small time crimes, but their days would line up well with release. One weekend he'd get out, the next so would Magnus.[break][break]

Sounded like a good time to get this show on the road.[break][break]

Magnus had spent most of his time in the juvie library as of late, reading books upon books and strange topic after strange topic. The warden, this weasel-y fatass with a stick so far up his ass it might as well come out the other end, for whatever reason, had this crazy notion to break the wheel, and fix the system. Though unconvinced, it did give Magnus an outlet. Days he didn't workout in the fitness area, he'd spend reading about economics, stocks, and the finer details of organizational business.[break][break]

He had a plan when he got out. He lost his teenage years here in juvie. He'd make up for lost time by bending Unova over his knee. All it takes is an ear to the ground, a crafty mind, and opportunity.[break][break]

The cell bars began to unlock in his cell, where a new arrival finally found his way thrown in. The cuffs would be taken off by one of the guards, allowing the young man free roam as the bars shut themselves. And from it now, right on the bottom bunk was sitting a readied Magnus, said to be one of the scarier boys set up in the jail at the tender age of seventeen, no less.[break][break]

"Marshall Slade. How was the shoplifting, roomie?" He has a knowing smirk on his face, a little joy in seeing how this boy is. His voice is husky, its deep, and how a seventeen year old grew this big is beyond anyone's guess. Maybe he drank a LOT of milk?[break][break]

Hit right on it though, not a moment to relent. Let the boy know he knows. With any luck, they would connect quickly... alternatively, if he was like the last cellmate Magnus had, he would have to get creative beating him into submission.[break][break]

Jack didn't like the taste of that idea, as the last time he did that, he nearly killed the guy. Oops. Sorry, Johnny. Maybe don't act like a pussy and steal the Hound of Juvie's food? Pussy deserved his spine getting shattered.[break][break]

Magnus had a good feeling about this one though.

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