The doors of the detention room unlocked, Sylas and his brawl opponent stepped out single file. The supervisor blabbered on about friendship and teamwork, Sylas rolled his eyes and glared at the boy. The idea of locking two enemies in a room together so they can 'talk out their feelings' was completely ridiculous to him. They were forced to shake hands, all the while glaring at each other threatening, and go their separate ways. Having been in the detention room for a couple of hours, Sylas felt boxed in and nauseous, which led him to the yard.<br/>He inhaled some fresh air and scouted the yard. In the distance, leaning against the fence which divided the girls and boys, he saw Barney engaged in a book. He trundled towards him, his body still a little sore from the earlier fight, and sat by his side.<br/>"Hey." He rested his head against the fence and looked up. "I got one week of morning cleaning duty for the broken window," he announced and shrugged, he had been given worse punishments. His destructive trait is more dominant whenever he is angry, consequently when he was pushed earlier by the other boy in detention, in a fit of rage he threw a chair at the window. The glass smashed and the chair bounced off the security bars, fortunately no one was hurt by it otherwise his punishment would have been more severe. However he did feel somewhat guilty; he needed to control his temper if Barney and the younger boys were to feel safe around him.<br/><br/>Bored and restless, Neo began to doodle on her arm. She hid an assortment of felt-tip pens under her bunk which she had stolen from the art class. There was no paper, as it was prohibited to take it out of the rooms after letters were found being passed between the older girls and boys, and so she made do with her flesh. Looking up, she noticed Sammie and waved, she was more or less one of the easier girls to approach. Neo smiled brightly and skipped over. "Hey, Sammie".