An Ominous Arrival (Hexx's Entry) [Open]

[Chronologically after Hexx's meeting with Cereza]

For the final time on its cross-country voyage(at least for the passenger aboard it) the rickety old bus came to a squealing halt in front of the rather infamous PHS-552. The bus was adorned with Washington state license plates, and the words 'Edleston Cove Correctional Facility' were stenciled boldly over the rusted grey exterior in peeling orange paint. There was a young man aboard along with two older gents, the latter of which being a soft-spoken, droopy eyed bus driver and guard armed with both a large shotgun and seemingly larger moustache. He glared down at the white-haired teenager, who looked anything but adolescent. The young miscreant of a man, known to most as Hexx or Marrow, was doubtlessly one of the most physically imposing specimens the average person gets the chance to see in their entire lives. He nearly matched the guard's height even while slumped over in his seat half asleep, and was as thickly muscled as an ox. Additionally, he was covered in a countless multitude of scars and tattoos, along with several self-done facial and ear piercings (bridge, helix, tongue, etc).

As the vehicle's motion abruptly came to a stop, Hexx jolted upright in his seat. He rubbed at his eyes with a wince, his body incredibly stiff from the ride. They had been driving for several weeks at this point, and stops were infrequent. He stared drowsily out the window, a small grin forming as he set his eyes on his newest conquest: Public High School Number 552. He would certainly have a grand time subjugating this new crop of victims, and his grin spread sadistically as he continued contemplating this. Suddenly, he jerked his head forward as the guard, Frank, began wordlessly removing the chains from his feet and hands. Hexx smirked, rising slowly to his full height and staring down at the silent guard, who was a reasonably tall man in his own right. Snatching a large canvas duffle bag from the seat next to him, he shoved roughly past him, made his way to the open exit, and and jumped from within his steel confines without another word.

The moment Hexx was off of the bus, it revved loudly and sped off without any warning whatsoever. He had expected this, the two of them had to put up with someone like him in close quarters, who was being moved all the way out here solely because the Washington penal system was sick of his violent tendencies and escapes, for over two weeks. He chuckled as he watched them make a U-turn, swiftly returning the way they had come. Rummaging around in his bag for a moment before slinging it loosely over his shoulder, Hexx produced a rather unappetizing looking pear, and snapped cleanly through it, core and all. He flicked its remains onto the pavement, rolling his shoulders with a heavy sigh as he started off towards the school's entrance.