Lori
"Would you believe me if i said it was vandalism?"

*She had this tone that mostly told you that she didn't expect you to believe it. Honestly, she looks like the kinda girl who didn't know what she was doing and was just going with the flow*

"Don't you hate peer pressure?" *If you pay attention, you can see that her vines are gesturing along with her, she is one of those people who talk with their hands a lot*
Charles
◆ "I'd believe it." He nodded. It seemed reasonable enough, given how silly his reasoning for being at Newton's Cradle was. "I've heard a lot of people are just here for the stupidest of shit, mate. Seems like if you're a teenager and you get caught using your magic you're just whisked off here with neither jury nor trial. Kinda fucked up."

□ Making his way through the foyer clogged thick with the luggage of other *Prisoners* Of various degrees of criminality, he adjusted the case in his arms slightly to make sure his arms wouldn't die out on him. It wouldn't have been a good look, plus he really did intend on carrying this damned suitcase all the way to Penelope's dorm, if only to beef his slender arms up a bit. Sure, he still didn't know *Exactly* Where they were going, but he hoped that eventually they'd find their way.

▪︎ More about the journey than the destination, really.

◆ "Eh, it's not all that bad, mate. You just gotta be willing to tell 'em to fuck off." He'd shrug. "That how you wound up vandalizing something?"
Lori
*Penelope sighs and says in a pretty defeated tone:* "Yeah, peer pressure, some girls wanted me to do some graffiti, and i did end up doing some, but i was dumb and a camera saw me using my vines... They were some good friends, so i could exactly say no, i didn't want to risk our friendship..."

*She looks like she doesn't quite want to talk about it, it looks quite embarrasing for her...*

*She spots her dorm finally and lights up* "Oh- Hey, i see my dorm! I think so, anyway..." *It is her dorm room, its empty and assigned to her*
Charles
◆ "Shit, yeah, that happens." Silas chuckled, a breathy undertone laced through the laugh echoing from his throat. "Bit of peer pressure goes a long way. Least you won't be here forever, huh? Now that'd suck."

□ Not at Newton's Cradle forever, but who was to say that the authorities would let prisoners age out of the system? Wouldn't they just send them off to proper adult parahuman facilities? Or was this place really, genuinely, a rehab centre? He didn't want to think too much about it right now, so he shook his head lightly, split-tone shag swaying with each swing of his head. Turning a corner he began humming, but was soon interrupted by Penelope announcing that her dorm was just up ahead.

▪︎ *Good riddance,* He grumbled in his skull, *My arms are killing me...*

◆ "Well, hopefully it's your dorm, mate. Don't think it'd be fun to have to do three or four laps of the dorms to figure out where the fuck you're staying, right?" He'd speak without turning his head. "Just let me know which one and I'll drop it off. Of course, though, you're on your own after that. Hope you'll be fine."