She looked at the two with cold smokey gray eyes and smirked,rolling her eyes. "Dorks." She said softly but coldly,throwing the blade up in the air and catching it by the handle. She checked the blade and seemed to make sure it was sharp as heck. It was a bit dull and she rubbed it against the bars of her cell,seeming to know the exact angle to do so because it sparked a little and sharpened easily.

"Hey, watch who you're calling a dork. This dork, " Nicote pointed at himself, "is the one fixing the stuff of everyone in Furnace. And unless you want this idiot, " he pointed at Cole "to do the dirty work instead, go ahead. But he's absolutely terrible at it." he finished whatever he was doing and shoved it t othe side, pickign up something else.

She let out a barked laugh,as if she didn't care and she really didn't. She threw the dagger up again and it flipped before she caught it again and threw it straight into a bar out of the bars parting them. "Tell me what to do and you'll find my dagger in something other than a bar." She growled,voice cold as she came over and yanked the blade cleanly out of the bar,her arms showing she was pretty strong through her leather jacket. She walked back to her wall,hips moving in those dark blue pants that hugged her.

"Why do you even try, Cole?" Nicote sighed.

"At least I got a girl in the same place-"Cole yelped as one Nicote Marker punched him hard in the arm. "Ok, ok, sorry!!!"

She spun on her heels to put her back to the wall again,her long black hair flowing around her as she spun to glare at the two with a smirk. "You got some spunk,I'll admit that." She said to Nicote,chin raised and eyes cold gray but had some sort of soft green shimmering over the surface as she gazed at them hard.

"Oh, you should've seen him in his prime, he used to jump off the balcony of his house-" cole started to say, unil he found himself on his back in his cell. "Ow..."

"Told you not to tell tales. And it was the roof, not the balcony." Nicote growled.

(Oof. How do you not spell your own name right? Thanks for the heads up :3)

Trisha smiled with those oddly sharp canines,watching them. "Havin' spunk ain't always good,it can get you busted." She said,twirling her dagger again.

Everyone was herded off the bus like sheep. Victoria's legs were so wobbly that she thought she was going to collapse when she stood. But as soon as she was off the bus, the sensation of rain on her face perked her up a little. Well, it did until she remembered that this might be the last time she would ever stand in the rain. Most of the people that had come on the bus were still right outside the main gate, in a giant cage that gave off a sinister hum and made Victoria's heart throb whenever she got too close to the bars. She didn't have to know much about physics to guess that it took a heck of an electrical charge to have that effect. The entrance to Furnace was suitably terrifying--two enormous black gates topped with a plinth marked with the word GUILTY.

As soon as the newbies were lined up, the gates swung open with a sound not unlike fingernails running down a blackboard, revealing a gray room with nothing in it except two men dressed in black leaning casually against the walls and a nasty-looking gun mounted on the ceiling."Line up and take your prison uniforms," a man said, his voice sounding like continents shifting. "One each. Then go through that door for purging."

Lionel gulped. He took his uniform and glanced at the shaky-looking girl. "You alright?" he muttered to her.