This is it. Alvin Draper's transfer from another center of poorer upkeep (and that was saying something considering) on another side of the state had been accepted. He was escorted in by two CO's - who weren't actually Correctional Officers but really teen heroes, but who was keeping track - and his 'adoptive parents' had agreed to all terms and conditions over the phone, not wanting to have anything to with little Alvin, or so that was the 'story.'
The cafeteria was rowdier than he originally expected. He always thought the movies over-exaggerated the rowdy and violent nature, but it didn't bother him. He was perfectly able to capable of protecting himself.
"RR to KF. You there?" He spoke silently over the secure line, keeping to himself on the far, and very unoccupied side of the room.