R R I - REHABILITATION & REINTEGRATION INITIATIVE

Characters: Cassandra and Jonas
Setting: Cassandra's old room, after 7:30am

Cassandra had been drug out of bed by the alarm, eyes looking for Hayden and Hunter once she was in the courtyard, but not sticking with them. They wanted space. Hunter was disgusted by her and she wasn't about to be sweet on Hayden in a way Hunter could see. There was something nice about seeing Hayden in just his underwear though and she made a mental note of that. She watched him talk to Ru, the woman from the party, but didn't interrupt. Being moved from one room to another seemed silly, but she complied, going to her new room and looking around it. Someone else had her old room and once she'd decided that she'd met the expectations of the authorities or whoever was running this thing, she headed back to her room. The nightie she was wearing was hardly warm enough for this weather and she was freezing by the time she knocked on the door, waiting on whoever had taken her space to let her in.
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Who: Reggie and Open
Setting: Theater Room, Block B, Mid-Morning

After getting adjusted to his new living state (in a new block, no less), Reggie knew that he was too agitated to sit around in the room and possibly set it up how he'd like. Not that he knew how he'd be doing that, since he didn't have any of his bloody stuff. He really hoped that he'd be getting his clothes and things back. He couldn't walk around in what he'd been sleeping in last night forever, among other things. He was just glad that he'd actually chosen to sleep in a pair of pajama pants and a wife beater. He'd have looked ridiculous if he'd slept in his underwear or nothing at all.

While he wandered Block B, he quickly realized that there had been a new room added, and ended up looking around the theater room, of all things. Well, when he did get to see Jason again, they'd have to make use of this place. Much easier to use rather than simply trying to watch something on his computer (although that had not been without its own charm). It was something that put a smile on his face, though, which was a good thing. He'd been in an angry mood all morning from the rude wake up call on, so anything that helped to relax him was a good thing.

"Even a popcorn machine. Nice," he said as he looked around more. Seemed like they had been set up quite well again. He supposed now he understood a little more about why they'd been locked away in their rooms the day before.

Characters: Drea and Wren
Setting: Courtyard, Block A, shortly after her arrival.

Drea blinked a little as she came out of the cafeteria into the courtyard and rubbed her wrists absently as she took in her new surroundings. The blindfold was bad enough, but had they really had to shackle her wrists? She bet most of the other inmates had at least gotten to walk in, not be pushed in like luggage. Still, it was better than the alternative. They'd made promises to her, that if she got through this, she'd be free, with a new life. She wondered if they'd let her do anything even close to being a cop again. Probably not, kiddo. It'll probably be some lame secretary job where they don't mind you sitting around all day.

Inhaling deeply, trying to enjoy what was at least an illusion of more freedom, she began looking around, to figure out where she was supposed to go. Room 6, her tag said. She saw the gym first and liked what she saw. It might be a little cramped, but she'd manage. She'd have to. Turning her chair one way, and then another, she figured out which direction the room numbers went. Unless the numbers were a complete mishegas, it shouldn't be too hard to figure things out. Turning her chair and adjusting her bag in her lap, she made her way around the edges, taking in the new surroundings. "Welcome home," she muttered to herself.