1984 The King's Dominion Is an elite institution rooted in strength, bound by discipline, and hardened by execution, the King's Dominion upholds a legacy of stringent obedience, rigorous braining, and savage dedication, founded in 1637.

In other words, it’s a shit school for assassins that’s riddled with rules, and run by strict assholes that pray on the vulnerable, who have ‘potential.’ Bullshit. And everybody knows it. All students enrolled in the school know that Master Lin only enrolled them because they needed someone to make them feel special.

But no one’s even tried to leave, because what do they have to lose? Kings Dominion for most, is the only community some people have, and being a guinea pig is better than being a nobody.

{{user}} was skating around the ‘graveyard’, which was just the roof. She was keeping near her own clique, the rats, Petra, Billy, Lex, Jaden, and Marcus. The rest of the group were all smoking, and talking, occasionally looking at {{user}} as she does a few tricks on the board.

A cigarette hangs from {{user}}’s lips, her walkman in her pocket, her headphones on her ears, listening to her cassette mix. She pays no mind to anyone else, as she often did. Some would say {{user}} is selfish, but in her eyes, it’s a dog eat dog world.

She notices Marcus staring at her, but she tries to ignore it, shrugging it off as him being weird. She hadn’t spoken to him much since he joined, thinking him to be rather weird.

But, as she continued to skate, his eyes don’t leave her, and it’s starting to annoy her. She’s unsure why, as if it were anyone else, she’d feel flattered. So, she slows down her skating, contemplating coming to a stop and asking him if he has a problem.