Margaret
Anon wasn't quite sure what to make of Newton's Cradle just yet. Frankly, it wasn't something he even knew how to process just yet. As he looked around the dorm room, he found himself feeling more than a little small in the room. The concrete walls were certainly not helping. 

He just wanted to go home, back to his aunt's little house where his room was simply painted light blue and had nice hardwood floors. Not... Whatever this was. Feebly, he pulled out his sticker sheet, and quietly stuck a small star sticker to the wall. The cartoonish yellow didn't do anything to soothe his nerves though. 

He crawled up onto his bed, and wished that it would swallow him whole. It would be less stressful than dealing with a blank room. At least he knew his half sister was here too. He didn't know her much at all, but maybe she would be nice. Anything would be better than being alone in this silent cube.
Tina
*"This was... Bothersome, to say the least. Accidentally stab somebody and now you're off at some rehabilitation center over something you didn't mean to do? Pretty wack, man."* Solani thought to herself as she slowly made her way to her room, stopping at the door and looking down at the floor. Knowing who her roommate was, she wasn't sure how to act with him now being in her life... Anon, right?

She let out a soft sigh and unlocks the door to let herself in, opening it and slipping in, taking a quick glance over at her half-brother's bunk, moving over to her own and dropping her bag down by it and slipping onto it.
Margaret
Anon glanced over, squinting at his half sister. He wasn't sure if he should wave at her, say hi, or continue to mope on the bed. He decided to go with the latter, and curled into an even smaller ball, huffing as he pulled the covers over his face, tugging at his snake stuffed animal, bringing it under the blanket and close to his chest. 

The only things he had unpacked properly were Susie's belongings, most notably; her vivarium, and his framed picture of himself and his mom. Then again, that was really all he had, and he was wishing he had at least something else to spruce up his corner of the room. Maybe Solani had stuff? It would be nice if her half of the room was at least decorated.
Tina
Solani slips a hand into a pocket, turning onto her side and pulling out her phone and earbuds, slipping them in and starting some music, the corners of her mouth twitching in hint of a smile as it starts on *Paint It Black*, before her hand disappears back into her pocket to pull out her pocket journal and a pencil, flipping to an unfinished rough sketch of some sort of map.

She works on it for a little bit, maybe about 10-15 minutes before pulling an earbud out and asking Anon, "So. What're you in for?"
Margaret
He mumbled something that was barely intelligible, but sounded sort of like a muffled "*Som f'll dm,*" Or 'Someone fell down.' He didn't seem to elaborate further, but he did pull the covers of his blanket down to look at Solani. He seemed to try and gauge her expression, but that was tough when you were swaddled in blankets, squinting across the room at an awkward angle.
Tina
"Well that doesn't sound like you'd deserve to go here." She replies, slightly confused, "Surely you wouldn't get sent to a *Rehabilitation* Center for *Pushing* Someone or whatever happened. I accidentally stabbed a guy." Turning onto her other side to look at him, looking over to try and figure out how he was feeling. Might as well show *Some* Care, despite the fact that they had never really been in each other's lives.
Margaret
He openly continued to refuse to elaborate further on what had happened that had gotten him sent over. He didn't like thinking about it. But her mention of stabbing was a fantastic thing to focus on instead of thinking about the noise the kid had made when he'd fallen to the floor. "You stabbed a guy?" Anon said, voice raising an octave, "What did they do to deserve it?" Even Susie had moved out from her hide to look at Solani, her little snake tongue flicking out for a moment.
Tina
*"Alright, fine, don't answer. Then again he's young, it makes sense."* She props herself up on an arm, a small smile forming as it seems he was interested in the story. "On accident, mind you, I was only planning on decking him!" She forms a small, jagged ice knife, before unforming it in case there was any cameras watching, she didn't want to break the 'no weapons' rule on her first day. "He was getting a bit too handsy and before I knew it, he was stabbed instead of punched. Then I got sent here."
Margaret
Anon's eyes lit up briefly, flickering blue with excitement at the formation of the ice-shank-o'matic-2000. "Can you make snowcones with that?" He asked, not even intentionally meaning to derail the conversation, he was just entirely enthralled by the display of powers. He automatically reached out to poke at the knife before it was dissipated. "Sounds like he deserved it then," He said, matter of fact. He had no qualms with her story, nope. That boy must have been a bully too.
Tina
She tilts her head in thought, her gaze shifting up to the ceiling. Could she? Good question, could be handy for a little snack. "I don't know, I haven't tried, not sure *How* Really. I've really only made larger things, icicles, small sheets, stuff like that." Moving her eyes back to meet his, "Maybe if this place is worth our time I'll figure out smaller scale stuff to make shaved ice."
Margaret
"Well, I think you should try," He said, embodying the pinnacle of a teenage boy's energy and sass into that sentence before he immediately dissolved back into childish wonder. "So you're also cold? Like me?" He asked, looking at her hopefully. "I'm cold too! I can't make ice though," He added.
Tina
She shakes her head, "No, nobody's ever brought it up that I feel colder than the average person. Maybe if I used them more it'd do something?" Gosh she wasn't sure if she should be bothered by his energy or not, she'd just have to see. "What makes you cold?"
Margaret
He shrugged, "I have no idea! I'm just odd. Mom says I am perfectly okay, maybe a wee bit chilly but I'm not dead so it's okay!" He ignored the nagging taunts he'd heard from other kids his age in favor of his mother's kinder words. He seemed perhaps a little too nonchalant about the whole situation, his calm(ish) demeanor for a younger teenager betrayed only by the way he fiddled with his hoodie strings.
Tina
"I mean, I think to be here you have to be odd, it's more a question of *What* Makes you odd. You're cold, but not dead, I can make ice out of nothing." She shrugs, skipping a song that doesn't fit the current mood. "So what are you interested in? Aren't you into drawing or something?"