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It was all new to her. She’d never been to the Caribbean, or to a fancy school of any kind. She didn’t know the etiquette to places such as this, so she went on a stroll with a lit cigarette on her mouth, an old black flask on her hand, and Cheeto the possum on her shoulder, because she assumed no one would mind such a view.

She’d heard that the slaves were forced to follow every and all commands for a whole week, but she didn’t believe it at all. How could the owners of this place have so much power over so many people? Hunter had to see that for herself. She spotted a person in the halls, walking towards her. The Valkyrie didn’t even care to notice if they were a slave or a master but stopped them dead in their tracks with a hand to their chest, there was no need to use her powers yet. “Got anything valuable in those pockets? I wanna see everything right now.”

Figuring out the school had placed such a spell, Dhani had been making his way to class, hoping not to run into anyone that had it out for him. Luckily there weren’t too many left, not that Dhani ran into regularly. But there were always new people coming in. Like whoever this woman was with a possum on her shoulder. Though Dhani couldn’t figure out any way a woman with a possum could be terrible. Maybe a little morally ambugious, Dhani thought, as he helplessly reached in his pockets, pulling out his brown leather wallet with all of twenty three dollars in it, a small picture of Daisy Lynch, another student here. He handed that over. Then another three dollars loose in one pocket, a handful of quarters, a guitar pick, and his keychain with the keys to Quinten’s house and a few other houses on the island.

“Really, you’re gonna steal less than 30 bucks from me? Nice to meet you to.” Dhani spoke a little sarcastically.

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It was a long, boring day. Most days were like that, honestly. Beating up defenseless angry slaves was not enticing to her at all, even if they did get mouthy or tried to anger her. The words were meaningless to her, their anger and attempts to taunt her did absolutely nothing because they didn’t pose any real threat to her. It was all dull and boring, even guarding the cells was annoying, but she got to eavesdrop on some pretty great conversations. However, something seemed to be different this day, as she sat on the floor staring at a wall when she saw something moving between the bars and entering another cell. She could’ve done something to stop it, but instead decided to just watch as the device entered another cell and then sent something sliding through the floor. Once the thief seemed to be done, the Valkyrie stood, walked over to the cell where she saw the assumed the slave would be, and then grabbed the bars and moved her head between them. “Watcha got there, little woman?” Hunter gave her a toothy grin, this was the highlight of her extremely boring day. “There’s more subtle ways to steal shit, you know?” 

Amelthia stared hard at the other blonde who parted the cells steel bars as if they were string cheese and popped her head in with a grin something reminiscent of the that old movie The Shinny were Jack Nicholson laid down the classic line ‘heres Johnny!’ Her mouth went agape in shook but soon enough she could not help but laugh at the introduction so to speak. At her question the thief raised the little wrapped Twinkie in the air, brandishing it like the golden trophy it was. “This!” And then her little fingers went about unwrapping the package before the other slave awoke. “You wanna bite?” It wasn’t much and she doubted the Guard would be interested but she had a secret, generous heart and made the offer.