Mercy had just come back from her office, and was flopped (fully dressed) on her bed. She was well aware Beez had just left to retrieve new arrivals. If there weren't many, she may be lazy and leave it to Beau to explain why they were here. She'd done it for the last lot, hadn't she? Mercy couldn't remember. Sighing, she decided to sit up, looking around. Her room was simplistic, and it hadn't changed much since she'd been given it when she was a scared child swept away from her family. Not that she minded not being with them anymore - as far as she could remember, they didn't want her anyway. Mercy stood up, pushing her arms above her head in a stretch until she heard a satisfying click from her fingers, then let them swing down by her side as she left the room. Down a hallway and to the left, it wasn't long before she stood outside Beau's office/classroom/wherever he was. Knocking on the door, the woman didn't wait for a reply before she pushed the door open, face radiant with a bright smile. "Hey, Beau. What are you brooding for?" was the first thing she said when she saw the older man stood by the window. // rudyard
Callum was stood, leaning against the entrance doorway outside. He had on a white T-shirt with a grey hoodie, just to keep himself warm in case the night got a bit nippy. He'd been stood here since before Beez left to get the new arrivals, and made a mental note to retreat back indoors to wherever when they arrived. Maybe he'd watch from the shadows as the kids were introduced to life here. The guy had been here for three years already - wasn't as long as some other people, but it was still a pretty long time. When he was 21, maybe he'd go out into the world again. His resources would be unlimited to finding Luke out there, though they were limited in the Linwell house. Sighing, Callum reached a finger under his glasses to rub at his right eye. He really should stop thinking so much about his brother - that wasn't going to help him find him any faster. Technically, Callum figured he should be heading to bed within the hour or so. But what troubled young adult got a full eight hours of sleep? Or was it twelve? Callum didn't care at this point - his hazel eyes just kept staring straight ahead, out at the darkness in front of him.
"speech."
just a young gun with a quick fuse ——

















