Size Up [Takeru]

Prisons were the last places anyone wanted to go to and that applied to everyone, especially the prisoners themselves. It is a self-evident truth to many, and yet its walls will never be empty of criminals. The Sanctity Rehabilitation Center was no different, except it housed dangerous Psyche-Terrorists and perhaps some "troublesome elements". The halls were full of echoing footsteps as the guards dragged a body. Eventually it stopped as the trio paused in front of a cell, only to dump it inside before shutting it locked and leaving.

It was at this time Takeru Kagemaru would finally awaken, no doubt groggy from having been earlier unconscious for the sake of ease and expediency. The cell was rather small, but it was enough for two people to live in given the bunk beds. That said...

He groaned as he regained conciousness, and it took a while to notice his surroundings.
He was in a prison cell. With a roomate, no less.
He heard his cellmate's words clearly, though.
"Well... let's just get along. My name is Takeru Kagemaru. What's yours?" he said slowly, having regained back some of his spirit.

"Sera," he replied sounding disinterested. But he continued to examine Takeru while sitting on the top bunk of the beds against the wall. At one point, he looked rather disappointed. On the other hand, the teen shrugged. "You don't look like much for a Terrorist, midget. Whatever. I get top bunk, the bottom should suit you nicely."

So his name was Sera. That he would have to make note of. He watched as he sat on the top bunk, which was probably Sera's.
He was soon provbe right, although the insult was a bit much. The term terrorist made him wince.
"Fine with me. I don't usually take the top bunk anyways." he said, shrugging as he sat on it.
At least they weren't trying to kill each other.
"So what are you in for?" he asked Sera, trying to make some conversation to take his mind off the day's events.

Sera frowned at himself, as if trying to remember why he was even in here. But no matter how much he wracked through his very brain matter, nothing ever came up. Not even the battle with Julius appeared in his mind. But...

Huh. Curioser and curioser.
A weird app and some weird guys, huh? Clowns to boot.
Hmmmm.... well. Can't be any weirder than his, he figured."

"It's a long and stupid story, so i'LL keep it short for ya. Long story short, I pretty much confessed everything at a confessional, and nearly got killed for it.
Is nothing sacred? That, and who knew a church had a whole militia at the ready? Someone gunned me down though... couldn't see who it was. Then I got hauled off to meet the Prince himself. He... well, he's not human. Not entirely at least. He did something to me, and demonstrated strength that no ordinary human could possibly have... after that, well... I got dragged here." he said.

It's all he could muster when hearing the utter asinine nature of how Takeru got caught. Sera could only shake his head, but it wasn't going to last very long when the cell sprung open. Guards with guns were aimed at them. But before either boys could react, the triggers were pulled. Something sharp would prickle their skin, a dart.

Drowsiness would consume their consciousness, leading them to black out where they were. Just as they did this, the men would collect the motionless bodies and begin dragging them to the whims of this Rehabilitation Center...

Heh. Was that a pun? Because that was pretty funny.
At that moment, before he could say much more, he felt something prick him for the third time today.
"Not again..." Takeru groaned before he lost conciousness.