Amos
School was a strange concept for Raizel who struggled through their classes. It was no doubt that she is the weirdo who sits in the back corner of the room, wearing a tribal mask to hide her face. She... Sort of stood out with her winter jacket made of seal skin with real tuft of wolf fur rimmed on her hood. Even the inside of her coat had wolf fur lining. Her boots look like well made from deer leather she used than buying a pair from a store. Adorn in cultural jewelry, she appeared to have been brought in from the wild. Returning back to her room, she wandered down the hall with a backpack sling over her left shoulder. Her glowing pale eyes on her mask are half closed in an upside down crescent shape.
Nicolas
There appears to be someone else in this hall! A boy with a rugged look second only to literal animal pelt with his tousled, overly long hair hair and tattered coats.

He's by a dorm door, fiddling and jostling with the handle without much success, a very bitterly exhausted look on his face the entire while.

He eventually pulls his hand back from the handle to reveal a bobby pin on hand. Bristling a bit, he ultimately kicks the door and steps back with a sigh.
Amos
Raizel freezes in place when seeing a scraggly young male with a rugged look which remind her of a scruffy pelt laying on jagged rocks. She didn't know what to do since her freaking room is nearby which means having to pass this odd kid. Raizel blinked, seeing him pull out a bobby pin out from the knob. "H-hey... Uh.." She stuttered, turning her eyes to the floor immediately. "You could ask for spare keys to open your door from the front desk... Uh... Umm.." She is already shaking nervously.
Nicolas
"What?" He looks at her with a face frozen in a stern expression. He sizes her up for a bit, before he stuffs his hands into his coat pockets.

"Yeah, but it's a pain in the ass." He scratches his head a bit in irritation. "But I may have to."

"Whatever, you don't have to worry about my business. I'll deal with it later." He says. "So like, who are you?"
Amos
Upon glancing at the other person he could tell they have a tough, athletic build with a cold air surrounding them. Wearing a strange tribal mask, nervously standing 5'6 holding their forearm as they tried not make eye contact with him. If he knew better, this person could possibly be female or a feminine male. "Uh!?" She perks up a bit when he asked who she is. "I-It's Raizel..." Their voice was very gentle and soft with a hollow tone from her mask. "It is... Nice to meet you... Uh... Erm.."
Nicolas
"Evan."
"Raizel. Weird name," He says, maybe a bit insensitively. He pulls his hand out to scratch his forehead in irritation, still a bit miffed by his current situation even if he attempts not to let it show.
He allows himself to idly let his eyes wander around the hallway when it was clear they had no interest in eye contact. "I suppose we're both students, huh. So, what are you in for?"
Amos
It didn't bother her one bit with his blunt remark of her name. "Just a name they gave me since I arrived without one. Was sent here because I got shot by a hunter who got mauled... This weird place found out and took me in. Why?" Raizel sound very confused of the subject.
Nicolas
Evan squints into the far distance.
"You do know this is a detention center, right? Well, supposed to be."
"I don't know what it really is anymore." He takes a deep breath. He feels like the topic of her history would lead to a rabbit hole of no answers and more questions.
At the very least, Evan has a new impression of her- a confused weirdo.

"To make it fair, I was here for theft. That's what I meant." He explains. "But I guess they'll take people for any reason." He shrugs.

"...You have powers too, right?"
Amos
The round eyes on her mask close half ways when she tilts her head at him. "Detention center...? They caught me in the woods where they found me... Archaeologist were invading my territory." Raizel pauses for a bit at that question. "Powers..? Yeah? Is it not normal to have any? I don't quite understand this place all that much."
Nicolas
"Not at all." He raises his bushy brows a bit in surprise at what she said. For once, he looks directly at her.
"Before you came here, did you know anyone else at all who had powers?" He asks, but it was pretty clear in his disbelief he found it unlikely. But he already knew she wasn't a very typical person.
Amos
She shrugs. "I come from a remote area a lot of people do smudging and had a strong culture and superstition. They had a few shamans and some people who done weird practices to keep evil spirits away. A lot of them are not like me... So I didn't merge with their clan because no one seem to know how to shapeshift? Its weird."
Nicolas
"That explains a few things." He rubs his head a little bit.
"You... Nothing. Nevermind." He sighs. He wasn't the kind to involve himself with discourse. That only meant doubly so when it came to culture. "So you're really fine with them just keeping you here?" He asks.
Amos
"N-Nevermind? U-Uh... Um... Okay..?" She rubs the back of her neck now turning her gaze to the door. "No... I didn't had a choice? It was too easy for them because I had no one. At first I thought th-they were taking me to the R-Residential School th-that I heard of before... I was r-really scared.."
Nicolas
"Right." He says. "That's kind of messed up."
All that... Was probably still within their legal rights of the organization? He wasn't an expert, and this was a strange case. But whatever the case, it didn't feel right.
"Well..." He thinks about what to say for a moment, before he ultimately ends up on, "Same."
"I don't really want to be here either. But I guess that's not up to us."
He sighs.
"Well, I'm going to be standing outside my door for a while. You go on ahead." He starts to sit down with his back against the door.
Amos
"Uh... Okay..?" She walks around him but her steps seem to be weighed down by her conscious the further she got. Raizel let out a soft sigh. "Hey... You can c-come stay at m-my room if you like... Besides, I'm not u-use to sleeping on a bed anyways." She glances over her shoulder at the kid.
Nicolas
He looks at her with the same, stern expression as before for a a solid second in silence.
"Not used to a bed? The hell do you sleep in?" He asks, but he does climb up to his feet. "If you'll be here for a while... You better get used to it. It's a hell of a better place to be in than the floor, or something."
"But sure, I guess." Evan knew better than to refuse shelter when... It seemed safe enough.
Amos
With his stern expression and the thickness of his brow, it made her nervous, wondering if she had said something wrong. "Uh... Um.." She bashfully rubs the back of her head. "A-Anyways!" She walks ahead and her room wasn't too far away from his. It creaked open creepily, revealing a pitch black room. It smelled... Like the outside woods with a hint of cedar and sage? White sage? It is faint though. As soon as she flinted on the lights... It reveals a wall full of tribal masks, a large cedar bentwood box with tribal carvings and native paintings. Her bed was untouched indicating she NEVER uses it. There is a deer leather bedroll laying on the floor beside a bunch of books. Hanging from the ceiling there is a dream catcher.
Nicolas
Evan is taken pretty aback at the interior of her room. He takes a few steps inside as his eyes sweep from side to side, hands stuffed in his pockets.
"...When you moved in, you *Moved in*." He says. "Surprised you were able to take so much with you."
He purses his lips a bit when he looks between the bedroll and the actual bed itself, before he walks over and sits down on the cushion of the unused bed.
He is silent for a few seconds. "Neat room."
Amos
"It is all I had left since those stupid p-people started to invade my pl-place... O-only place I called home. Th-they took away a lot to place in-into their museums. Tried scaring them away." She drops her bag aside near her bentwood box. "Th-thanks... Thought it would make you w-weirded out by it... Everything e-else looks so... Normal? I-I don't know..." Raizel hangs up her winter coat on a hanger to reveal that she is just wearing a plain dark grey T-shirt and cargo pants. "I-I guess its only fair... Not sure... What to do now... My h-home is gone."
Nicolas
"I was still a bit surprised. But I've seen weird stuff in my life," He says, "And I already knew you were a bit weird, so."
"Hard question, yeah." He comments. "They said its to prepare us. You ever have any plans when they finally let you out of this place?" He says, voice low when he talks about it. Not a fun topic for him personally, it looks like.

He eyes her a bit when she puts her coat away. "Will you ever take off your mask?" 
"Or is this... One of your superstition stuff?"
Amos
"Y-Yeah... That's th-the problem..." She says softly, sitting down on her elk skin bedroll. "M-My mask?" Her hand subconsciously touch the side of the wooden rim. Bashfully shakes her head 'no' nervously. "I... R-rather no show my face... Uh... It's... Something I r-rather not show... Never did showed it to people... It makes me feel a little safer... K-keeping it on."
Nicolas
"Okay," He says, and leaves the matter. 
He has little reservations as he starts to lean back and lays down on the unused bed, his coat still on. The fact she doesn't seem to use it help.
"I'll probably... Stay for a bit." He says, voice already a bit drowsy. "I still have a cat in my room. They'll start to wonder where I am... In a few hours."
"Mostly the food."
Amos
"Wait... You have a cat?" She asked, sounding concern now. "A-Are they going to starve to d-death?" And her tone even got more concern as she looks at his direction.
Nicolas
"I have a cat." He echoes in confirmation.
"He'll be fine for a bit. That's why I said I'll have to leave later."
"Things don't starve that quickly..."
Amos
"I can try chew through the door if you like?" She flops back onto the bedroll, moving her arm over her eyes. Today was hard on her brain to think any more.
Nicolas
"No... No." He sits back up and sends her a stern look. "Are you sure you're not the animal here? I don't know what the people here will do if they find out you... Destroyed a perfectly nice door."

"My cat will be fine." He sighs. "If you're so worried, I can ask for those keys earlier."
Amos
"I honestly don't know what I am to be e-exact," Rai said, pulling the blanket over herself. "They b-brought me from the woods, th-they can deal with it." She huffed, getting cozy in her bedroll. Damn, she makes the floor look comfortable.
Nicolas
He sighs, but lays back down and closes his eyes. Just for a bit. He can't stay here for long.
"Whataever you say, I guess." He offers a half assed comment, before he falls silent.