Youngsters Paying The Price

[joeys-game]

Storyline..detention centre for young offenders..what happens to each person going in, how they feel..etc etc.
Need some young offenders, male or female ..coed reform school..
Some teachers(strict disciplinarians)..
From there we see what happens..

pm me if you want to play and when we get enough players i will post an opening scene.

Joey Daniels
18
repeat offender but first time incarcerated.
blonde hair with darker tips.
green eyes.
slight to med build.
Sent to reform school for a 18 month sentence.

 

[Microwave0ven]

i'll play!

Jayce (J.C.) Colby
19
smartass
doesn't take well to "correction"
been in and out of a couple reform places
black hair
blue eyes
medium build

 

[joeys-game]

Hey Micro..(jayce)..welcome..been awhile since we played this way.
Should be fun.

 

[Microwave0ven]

for sure!
think any of them from before wanna join in this time?
looking forward to starting again!

 

[joeys-game]

Joey

Eighteen months.. no big deal, a piece of fuckin cake, it would fly by in no time.

At least thats what he kept telling himself. He whisperd it when he stood for the judge to sentence him, then again when they cuffed him and led him out of the court room to wait in a small 5 by 5 cell untill his 'ride' showed up to transport him to his new digs.

Still cuffed, a little frayed around the edges now, the fear beginning to take hold of him, he walked out of the small holding facility and looked at the 'tin can' of a bus that had pulled up to take him to the 'Timbers Reform School'.

Joey looked back once at the court house then stepped up into the bus, quickly found an empty seat and slouched down. Again he repeated to himself that this was nothin, it would be easy, no worries. The familiar mantra didn't seem to sit as well inside of him this time, the words felt jerky and his stomach ached.

The bus seemed to keep on going, further into the outskirts than he ahd initially thought, the sun felt hot against his face, he closed his eyes and drifted in and out of sleep.

Joey felt his body shoot forward and his eyes flew open as the bus groaned to a stop, the door opened with a slight squeaking/rusting sound and a tall man bent to enter the vehicle.

 

[Microwave0ven]

J.c.

I'm not a bad kid, just grew up on the rough side of the tracks. I got arrested a few times when I was younger for stealing stuff but got off when one of my buds posed as my parent to come get me out. I was more careful after that, but that didn't stop me from having my fun. Next couple times I was hauled in for making a social disturbance by setting off some explosive stuff in the middle of the night, then again for beating up another kid younger than me for fun (and because his face didn't appeal to me).

This last time, I was with some of the guys and we held up a convenience store cuz we wanted some cash. We thought the guy called the cops and freaked out a bit. The older guys got time, I got sent to reform school because I was underage.

I had been transferred here just a day ago, from a couple states up north. I think it's because the staff couldn't handle me in the other reform school, and neither could some of the other kids. I heard the guard saying to the driver before we left that I was a real troublemaker and that this school would probably straighten me out. I seriously doubt it.

I stared out the window as the bus-like thing screeched to a halt. This place looked like a fricken desert. Where were the cars, the streets, the corporate buildings? Seemed like we were out here, practically in the middle of nowhere. The grim-faced guard that was waiting to retrieve us signed the papers with the silent driver and took all of us into custody. The driver took off, looking eager to get back to civilization.

"Whoaaa it's hot out here." I commented mildly as I stepped out of the transport that brought me here and a heat wave blasted me in the face. Some conversation would definitely be nice, since the couple-hour-long ride that was so dead quiet.

The guard snarled, "Shut your trap, kid, no one asked you." and gave me a shove.

I stumbled but caught myself, turning to stare insolently at him. "What, you gonna make me?" I challenged. I was completely unprepared for the hard slap that rocked my head sideways and made my eyes water with the sting.

"Fuckin' right I'm gonna make you shut up." he pushed me towards a huge concrete building. "Now get moving." He made it seem so routine, like something he did every day.

I went along, walking sullenly a half-step behind him and the rest of the kids who had gotten off the bus here. When my vision cleared up a bit I discreetly looked him over again. He was a couple inches taller than me and built a bit heavier than I was, but he was definitely no couch potato. If my hands weren't cuffed, I could probably take him. I took note of his nametag as we walked. I'd get my revenge later. For now, I think I had other things to worry about.

 

[joeys-game]

Joey

I stood and walked to the front of the bus, eyed the large mammoth like man that was taking us into the school, recieving a glare and a shove from him. I half stumbled, half stepped off the bus and into the dessert heat.

"fuck, what an ass", I mumbled under my breath, as i bumped the guy in front of me.

I hadn't paid much attention to the rest of the guys on the ride here, choosing instead to let my eyes rest, my imagination run a little crazy and my fear to eat away at my insides.

The tall kid I had bumped into turned around, probably to mouth me off. He must have thought better of it when I silently challenged him, my intense green eyes never blinking but seemingly looking into his very soul.

"Yeah, thats what i thought", I whispered to him, his back to me once again.

A disturbance as another guy left the bus grabbed my attention, some smart mouthed punk looking to hardass the gorilla guard, he had balls, i gave him that much.I was surprised and my fear intensified when the large man backhanded the kid for his efforts and then continued on as if nothing had happened.

I watched the kid lick his lips and taste the small dribble of blood that the guard had left for him.

All eyes on the guard now, our attention where it was supposed to be, we walked in a single line, through the large front gates and up the concrete steps into Timbers Reform School.

The loud, defining ,clanging sound when the front gate closed would echo in my head and my dreams for the rest of my life.

 

[Microwave0ven]

J.c.

Following the guard into the detention/reform center, the gates closed with some kind of finality. We were brought into a holding area, where we were one by one checked off the list, uncuffed, handed a pile of clothes and towels, assigned to a dorm room and sent on over to the shower area.

I showered in sullen silence, soaping up and letting the lukewarm water rinse the lather off. Some of the other guys muttered quietly to each other, keeping their eyes downcast, but I didn't care to listen in. I caught one slightly built, green-eyed kid looking at me but a killer glare had him minding his own business again.

I finished my shower quickly and stepped into the next room where I was handed another pile of things, sheets and blankets, it looked like, and directed towards where I might find my room.

The guard who had "welcomed" me to the facility leaned against the doorframe and watched me closely. "I don't want to see any trouble from you, smartass.." he said threateningly as I walked past him. He curled his hands into ham-like fists inconspicuously by his side, obviously ready to fight if I tried anything. I glanced around quickly and noting the number of official-looking people around, decided it might be in my healthier interests to let him slide this time.

I played like I didn't hear him and brushed past him, going on to find my dorm room. I found four beds in the small room, one barred window looking out on a rather empty landscape.

I picked a bed, dropped my pile of stuff on there and sat down to figure out what was going to happen next. The guard was definitely going to be a problem for however long I was staying here. I wondered what it would take to get the people here tired of me and get me sent on to somewhere else.

 

[joeys-game]

Joey

One by one we stepped up to a younger looking guard that was holding a clipboard. We stated our names and dropped our clothes while two other guards eyed us furitively and the rest of the guys remained silent, knowing they were up next. We got a quick once over before being directed to the showeres, armed with almost prison issue blues and towels.

I stepped into the shower, my eyes focussed on a spot on the wall a little to the left of me, soaped up my body and stood under the hot water, feeling as though not only was the dirt and grime being washed from my body but also my life as I had known it untill now.

Eighteen months suddenly seemed like an eternity, no longer a piece of cake, I bit my lower lip and glanced across from me, the guy who had been backhanded glared back at me, angry and sullen. "fuck him, he wasn't going to intimidate me". I looked away and finished showering.

A guard barked at us that times up and the water went cold, we hurriedly turned off the showres and dried then dressed in the starchy uniforms that we had been issued.

I saw the big guard from the bus have words with the smart mouthed kid, I looked away and went to find my dorm. All the dorm doors were open, showing the sparsely furnished rooms. I found my unit and entered the concrete room. There was one occupant, the smartass who had already without knowing it pissed me off, just by his attitude. He was sprawled out on a single bunk, arms behind his head.

I walked in and tossed my blankets on a cot across from him, he looked up and sneered at me.

"Fuck you man", i hissed at him quietely and lay down on my bunk, facing away from him.

 

[Microwave0ven]

J.c.

I was leaning back, thinking of what I might do to that guard if I had the chance when I was interrupted by someone walking into the room. It was the blonde-haired, green-eyed kid from earlier in the showers. He dumped his stuff on the bed opposite, hissing "Fuck you, man" at me when I looked up at him. I frowned. Who was he to get all pissed off at me?

He flopped on the bunk opposite to mine, deliberately facing away from me. As quietly as I could, I got up off the bed and dove on top of him, quickly wrestling him down until I had his arms pinned under my knees. The kid was screaming blue murder and wiggling around like he had poison ivy down his pants. I braced myself and raised an arm, ready to punch him if he got so much as a finger loose. "No... fuck YOU, man." I snarled at him. "Watch your mouth, kid, or I'll slam something in it for you. So shut it!"

His yelling petered out and he averted his eyes from my face to something behind me. I thought it was just some kind of attempt to make me leave him alone but I realized it wasn't the instant a meaty fist closed around my upraised arm and yanked me backwards off the bunk.

"I told you, no funny stuff, smart guy." came a menacing voice behind me. Great, the big brute from earlier. I struggled hard but he had the advantage of suprise. Elbowing him in the stomach provided a satisfying "oof" and I twisted my arm trying to get it free. He recovered quickly and had me in a headlock and my arm twisted up painfully behind my back.

Once he was sufficiently in control, he asked the other guy, "What's going on here?" He wasn't even breathing hard. I ground my teeth together in frustration and tried to catch my breath.

 

[joeys-game]

Joey

"No... fuck YOU, man." he snarled at me.. "Watch your mouth, kid, or I'll slam something in it for you. So shut it!"

This said while he was holding me to the bed, his body weight pinning me down, his expression full of anger and hatred. He raised his arm high in the air, his fist clenched.

I followed his movements with my eyes ,knowing what was gonna happen next. Closing my eyes I waited for his fist to connect with my face. Instead, I suddenly became free of his weight, my arms no longer pinned to the matress. My eyes flew open and I watched my assailant being dragged backwards ,quickly and effectively, his arms wrenched painfully behind him.

"I told you, no funny stuff, smart guy." came the menacing voice of the large man who had 'welcommed us to the school/prison.
Once he was sufficiently in control of my roomate he turned his attentions to me, "What's going on here?"

Getting quickly to my feet, my heart hammering my chest like a sledgehammer held by a giant. It was decision time, how did I want the next 18 months to go, how did I want others to see me, a 'rat' or not? There really was no choice, I knew what my answer would be.

I answered him, quietly.
"Nothings going on sir, nothing at all, no worries".

I turned away from the guard and my 'roomate' and began putting my belongings away.

 

[Microwave0ven]

J.c.

The guard frowned, seemingly a bit confused, "Sure didn't look like 'nothing' to me, you sure nothing was going on?" he pressured. He tightened his grip on my throat and I thrashed a bit, trying to get him to loosen up. The kid shook his head mutely, not even bothering to turn around from putting his stuff away. "If you're sure..." the big brute shook me once more, rattling my teeth, and let me go with an extra shove towards my bunk. "I hear anything suspicious around you at all...." he thumped one big fist into his open palm.

I caught myself before I went headfirst into the bedframe and turned to stand at the side of my bed. I stretched my arm out and gingerly felt my throat to check for any damage. "Yeah whatever." I muttered with a glare at him. He gave me an evil eye, and with a last check around the room, turned smartly and left.

I sat down on the side of the bed to look over at the other kid. Guess he wasn't so bad.. but he was the one who got on my case to begin with, causing me all these problems. He got me out of trouble with the guard but that didn't mean I owed him anything. I watched him quietly and efficiently packing his stuff away.

"Hey, thanks for earlier." I said reluctantly after a minute, breaking the silence. "Name's J.C. In for 2 years, but I'm done half a year already."

My stuff was still scattered on my bed but I wasn't planning to put it away. Maybe I could get the kid to do it for me. Or, see if anyone else was going to be in this room too.

 

[joeys-game]

Joey

Hey, thanks for earlier." he said after a minute, breaking the silence. "Name's J.C. In for 2 years, but I'm done half a year already."

Without missing a beat I introduced myself and finished storing my few belongings. "I'm Joey, I have 18 months and have only just started and I won't say I'm pleased to meet you."

I turned to look at him as I finished my sentence and finished unpacking, he was sprawled out on his bunk, his belongings scattered around him, a look of what appeared to be arrogance on his face.

I grabbed a magazine that was laying on the floor and watched as he struggled with his emotions. I knew the magazine belonged to him, he knew I knew this, I didn't give a fuck. He remained silent but I was more than aware that he wanted to say something about it and i wondered if he would, how long would it take him to lose his cool and 'bitch' me out?

An annoying buzzer abruptly sounded and I could hear an increase in the general volume of the place, must be around dinner time.

I lay back with 'my' magazine and waited to see what would happen.

 

[RavenMaiden]

Name: Natalie "Banshee" Scarlet
Physical appearance: A quiet girl, cropped blonde hair, blue eyes, athletic body from her late-night endeavours, medium breasts.
Bio: Natalie was never heard whenever she spoke out, so she found better ways of making herself heard.
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The spray can was the only sound she heard as she began her work that night, most people never suspected her to be the Banshee. Her latest target was a bunch of billboards to make the public aware of the new curfew laws.

Curfew, something she hated the concept of. Nobody had a right to tell her when or where she should be. She picked up another color as she continued her work, a bright flash caught her off-guard, a voice over a loudspeaker left her frozen.

"Banshee, your under arrest,"

She felt two strong hands grab her as she was pinned to the ground, she struggled, pushing against the handcuffs. She screamed in frustration as she realized it was futile.

"Please! You will never understand! What would you do if the curfew applied to you?"

The officer said nothing as he pushed her into the cruiser, Natalie lowered her head as they pulled away, the following trial was open and closed. She openly admitted to her works, she wouldn't deny anything. This was her message, she planned to be heard, and she was. As her trial began there were rumors of people contesting the recent curfew, along with the other laws regarding young people.

"Natalie Scarlet, before I give my judgement, do you have anything to say?"

Natalie stood up, she looked the judge in the eyes, and smiled.

"Nothing your honor, I set out to bring a voice to those who weren't heard. You ignored us, filed us away, and called us criminals before charges were given. I'm just showing you there are people who won't stand for it."

The judge frowned at her comment, and slammed his gavel as he gave his sentence.

"I'm quite sure you sent a message, however, running around in the early hours defacing public property isn't a proper way to go about it. I sentence you to eight months."

Natalie sat back down, the ringing of the gavel stuck in her mind. She nodded quietly as the officer drug her away. She was placed on a bus, and didn't move, or speak until she realized she was at the "reform school".

The only thing that rung through her mind, for the next eight months, she was stuck in their system. Their rules, no art, no freedom, she was stupid, and she was caught. A guard grabbed her as she was drug from the bus.

The processing was a blur to her, strip down, shower, and become part of their system. She was a number now, nothing more, Natalie kept her head down as the guard directed her to the dinner area, her room would be assigned later. She sat alone as she pushed her tray away from her, she knew when she started as banshee, one day she could be caught. She felt so sure she would be able to handle it when she was. So why was she so scared now?

 

[Microwave0ven]

J.c.

The guy grabbed one of my mags and leaned back on his bed, nonchalantly flipping through it. I gritted my teeth and tried to control myself from jumping on him again, since I knew if I did, that gorilla would be back pretty quick with no mercy. "Sonofabitch.." I growled under my breath. "When you're finished with that, you can put the rest of my gear away too." I said sarcastically.

I could see a number of other people filing past the room. A guard stuck his head in, "Get your sorry asses down to the dining hall." he ordered before moving on to yell the same thing in the next room. Joey sat up with the magazine in his hand. The big guard from earlier just happened to walk in again. "Didn't you get the message? Get OUT of the room and down to the hall. Or do you need some 'motivation'?" He asked threateningly with a glint in his eye.

"Oh, no, I'm going... Joey here was just about to help me finish putting my stuff away." I answered smoothly, brushing past the guard and heading on down the hallway to the stairs.

The dining hall was pretty big, there were a lot of people in there. I grabbed a plate of something that looked kind of crunchy and was supposed to be edible and sat down in an empty seat next to a girl. "How's the dogfood?" I asked. This was definitely a nice change, having chicks in the 'institution'. The best of both worlds, I'd say.

 

[RavenMaiden]

The tray sat there, grey, cold, lifeless, Natalie tried convincing herself she needed food. The food looked tasteless, she couldn't force herself to eat it.

She placed her hands in her lap and closed her eyes, she remembered the art school she grew up around. She remembered the sights, the amazing art that came from that school. There were so many artists, there was a new piece of art almost every day for her to see. Then when the school lost it's funding, it was reduced to a hollow shell, the works were whitewashed, and the building stood derelict.

Natalie bit her lip, she missed the school, it was a second home to her. She hoped the building still stood when she returned. A voice roused her from her private thoughts.

"How's the dogfood?"

Natalie looked at the boy who sat down beside her. She returned her gaze to the table and shook her head.

"I'm not hungry, wouldn't know."

 

[joeys-game]

Joey

J.C clenched and unclenched his fists, watching me flip through the magazine. I hadn't a clue what it was about, didn't care either, it was amusing enough just to provoke this asshole.

I could hear doors opening and closing, keys jangling as the gorilla guard stuck his head in the door and barked at us to get down to the dinning hall to eat. The first guard had only told us 5 seconds earlier. I was gonna smart mouth this concrete giant , then changed my mind, no need to really make myself known, not just yet anyway.

JC on the other hand decided to use that opportunity to nail me with a chore, he was smooth, at least he thought he was smooth.

"Didn't you get the message? Get OUT of the room and down to the hall. Or do you need some 'motivation'?" The guard asked threateningly with a glint in his eye.

"Oh, no, I'm going... Joey here was just about to help me finish putting my stuff away."

"Fu......, er yeah, yeah thats what I was gonna do, I'll catch up with you later JC, after I get finished with, I mean put your stuff, somewhere"

JC walked out of the room, he turned once, wondering I'm sure just what I was gonna do with his stuff.. I winked at him and turned around away from him, smiling. After I was sure he was gone I grabbed the punks belongings and tossed them into the shower stall, turned the water on and left to have some dinner.

I saw JC, sitting at a table, talking to a girl and wondered who she was, if he knew her or was just being a 'playa'. I gabbed a plate of 'food', if you could call it that and sat down across from JC and his 'friend'.

"Hey, I'm Joey, how you doin?"

 

[RavenMaiden]

Natalie was ready to ask to be left alone as a second joined their table.

"Hey, I'm Joey, how you doin?"

She looked at the two guys at her table, she nodded towards Joey. She pushed her food over to them.

"Names Bansh..." Natalie paused for a moment, "Sorry, names Natalie, I'm really not hungry. You two are welcome to the food if you want."

 

[Microwave0ven]

J.c.

"J.C." I introduced myself shortly. I took a tentative bite of the food. Wasn't too bad, but let's just say I wouldn't have seconds. "No thanks to the food. You oughta try it though, it's all we're gonna get unless you know someone who might send you some stuff. What room are you in?"

"Hey punkoid, where'd you put my stuff?" I asked when Joey slid into the seat opposite mine and started eating. I bolted down the glass of cold tap-water to wash down the stuff I was eating. I still couldn't tell what it was. It tasted vaguely like... carrots and something else?

 

[RavenMaiden]

Natalie shook her head when JC asked of her room.

"I just arrived, they said a room would be assigned after dinner was over."

She took what appeared to be a piece of chicken and began nibbling at it, it tasted horrible, but he was right. This was all she was going to get, better try to force something down. She felt awkward, and attempted to start a conversation, she blurted out the first thing she could think of.

"May I ask why you two are here?"

She immediately looked back down, maybe it was the wrong question to ask?

 

[joeys-game]

Joey


"Names Bansh..." Natalie paused for a moment, "Sorry, names Natalie, I'm really not hungry. You two are welcome to the food if you want."

I glanced up, my interest definetly charged when Natalie started to say a name, before correcting herself. Bansh..well I could fill in the blanks on that one!
The name had been all over the papers, both cyndicated and not.

So this was the famous Banshee or infamous, depending on ones opinion of her recent stand. Her stand hardly based on self fulfillment exclusively but instead on the benefit of the younger sect as a whole. She was one hell of an aspiring artist, she seemed to fit that profile too..not very extroverted, mind you she had only just met us and was incarcerated, most likely for the first time.
Her physical appearance however was not typical of a sedentary life style, filled with quiet and surrounded by aesthetic beauty, rather she looked to be in really good shape, her muscles moving easily with her body as she spoke. I smiled at this, without her knowledge and had to work hard at suppressing a grin or bombarding her with questions.

I wondered whether or not my aggressive roommate had any idea who she was and glanced at him quickly to gauge his reaction or lack of one. He didn't bite either..interesting I thought to myself.


"Hey punkoid, where'd you put my stuff?" demanded J.C.

"Your stuff, well what you gonna give me to tell you?"

I was getting a real kick, obnoxious as that may be of getting a rise out of this guy, I needed someplace to focus my aggression after all

Then came the inevitable , the question by Natalie.

"May I ask why you two are here?"

I glanced toward J.C, to listen to his answer, I was sure he would cough one up, probably a good one too. Descriptive, exciting and taking the pressure off of me.

 

[Microwave0ven]

J.c.

"Your stuff, well what you gonna give me to tell you?"

"I'll give you a..." I started, but Natalie spoke up before I could finish. "May I ask why you two are here?"

I shrugged and let it go. I was rooming with the guy, I could always finish with him later. "Armed robbery and aggravated assault. Got kicked out of the last few 'reform schools' I was in, sent here as a 'last resort'. You?" I looked over at Natalie and Joey and raised an eyebrow, inviting them to answer.

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Shortly after they both answered, the buzzer rang again and guards began hustling people back to their dorm rooms. I noticed the gorilla guard, Damen Masters, standing with a lady-guard and talking outside one of the doors. "Yeah, guess we'll see you around." I said to Natalie. I got up and put my tray away.

As the three of us joined the flow of bodies returning to dorms, Natalie paused to ask the guard something about her dorm room. I glanced at the lady guard's tag. Meghan Capalini. I filed that away in my memory for future use.

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I walked fast, ahead of Joey on the way back to the room. I heard running water the moment I stepped into the room. A quick trip to check what it was, then I went back and turned and flattened myself to the wall next to the door, waiting for Joey. When he stepped through the door, I leaped on him, pushing him over to the other side of the room, one hand up against his throat, the other hand holding a fork from the dining hall that I hadn't put back. "What the fuck do you think you're doing with my stuff in the shower?!?!"

 

[RavenMaiden]

"I'm here because," Natalie thought of this for a moment, she didn't want to outright state what she was here for, "A few vandalism charges. Nothing really spectacular"

There was a loud buzzing sound as the guards began to escort people back to their dorms. Natalie watched as the two people she met get crowded back as well, she wished to talk to them more. She just needed someone to talk to, she noticed Joey gave her a funny look. She was unsure about her dorm, she approached the clostest guard and waited for her to regard her.

"Is there a problem?" The female guard gave Natalie a glare.

"I just arrived here, I was told a room would be assigned after dinner,"

The guard nodded, she found Natalie's name on the clipboard.

"Scarlet, come with me, I'll show you your room."

Natalie didn't respond and followed behind, as the guard lead her to her dorm room. She noticed the other beds were empty, the room was to herself, for now anyways. She noticed her blankets were already placed on a bed for her. The guard closed the door as she began to go over the rules, keep her bed made, she was responsible for cleaning her bed and such. Then the guard said something that caught her offguard.

"According to your file, your Banshee, sorry to say you ended up in our corner of hell, I've never seen petty vandalism get time here. If you need anything just ask for Guard Capalini, ok?"

Natalie didn't say anything but nodded to the guard. The woman left and she could hear the click as she was locked in. Natalie sat down on her bed and stared out the window, even the scenery around here was dead.

 

[VampireD]

interested.

If its ok with you Joey..

Name: Jesse James
Age: 18 Weight: 175lbs Height: 5'9" Eyes: Green
Charges: Assualt, Grand theft auto, resisting arrest
Description: Caucasion, Shaved head, average build, tribal arm sleeve tattoo's on both arms, cross tattoo on chest.
Attitude: Dry sarcastic humour, Confident

 

[joeys-game]

If its ok with you Joey..

Name: Jesse James
Age: 18 Weight: 175lbs Height: 5'9" Eyes: Green
Charges: Assualt, Grand theft auto, resisting arrest
Description: Caucasion, Shaved head, average build, tribal arm sleeve tattoo's on both arms, cross tattoo on chest.
Attitude: Dry sarcastic humour, Confident

But of course vamp..you know i want you involved in this, welcome aboard!