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 Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 10:05 am
The Security Office is more it's own floor than singular office. For a normal school, a waiting room and small desk may have sufficed but when magics are involved you need more. There are alcoves to hold dangerous students, labs to treat magical afflictions, and offices for the men, women, and things that protect the grounds. When students are too violent for regular admonishment, they're sent here. You could consider the holding rooms
"Time Out."
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 9:10 am
The Security Office was blissfully quiet. It was just the beginning of the new year so the students were at least trying not to get in trouble. Next week though... that's when the new students would begin to test their teachers and that's when the office would fill. At least for now, the on-staff security could relax. One such member was a rather odd woman by the code name Scytheress. She was new to the school herself, having settled in quite uninvited by the administration. She'd been a drifter the last few decades but decided she could use some extra cash to make her wandering life a bit more comfortable and took up residence at the school. Said woman sat behind the front desk with her legs propped up on the table, rocking back on the hind legs of the chair. A silky long red tail stuck out behind her and flitted absently while she tugged on her pointed fox ears.
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Posted: Mon Sep 27, 2010 8:25 am
Scytheress glanced out the window of the Security Office absently. Students ran to and fro to class. Such a normal day... again. Why wouldn't anyone get in trouble!? Scytheress kicked her legs off the desk and stood. If problems weren't going to come to her, she'd have to go find them. Certainly some student somewhere was up to no good. The woman straightened her uniform, a dull black jumpsuit accompanied by high black boots, matching gloves, and a utility belt that simply held a set of handcuffs. No weapons were visible but she had a deadly arsenal all the same.
Just as she was about to leave, a student came rushing in. Scythe was a bit taken aback when the child didn't even stop when he reached the desk but instead when streaming passed and into one of the barred cells used to detain problematic mythics. The blue-haired boy slammed the cage door behind him and then rushed to sit on the small bed provided for over-night visitors. Curious, Scytheress moved toward the cage and stared at the odd youth. "Er, what are you doing?" The boy looked up and quickly crossed his legs, folding his hands just as swiftly over his lap. "Uh, erm, nothing." The boy gave a cheesy smile which puffed out his flushed cheeks.
Scy quirked an eyebrow at the child's odd behavior before, "Oh... Oh! Well, um, carry on. You want me to, um -" The fox-elf nervously gestured to the curtain tied back on her side of the bars. The boy clenched his teeth worriedly as fur began to grow from his skin and his ears started to form points. "Yeah, I'll go ahead and, eh, yeah." With a flick of her finger the rope holding the veil back unlatched and the sheet swung across the cage-face, blocking the boy from view.
With an inmate now present, there went Scythe's plans to go looking for trouble. Now she'd just have to wait for the pubescent boy to become unaroused before going to find some fun of her own. The woman went back to her desk and sat down. Maybe if she turned on the cold sprinklers in his cell she could get out faster...
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