The three of them end up not having to go too far, though, as once they reach the stairs there is a man almost at the top.

Marley decides that this is probably Mr. Brazzo, judging by the relieved expressions that settle themselves on both Lola and... Brian's face. It's Brian, right?

"He's throwing a fit because he has to room with Nocona." Brian notifies the man, who Marley realizes is actually the same guy that was sitting at the desk downstairs when they'd first entered, not too long ago. Said man's face doesn't change, as if this is indeed a normal occurrence and a minor inconvenience. He also seems to know exactly who Brian is talking about, even though he didn't mention a name.

Marley is baffled, and he doesn't know if it shows on his face. If there is a dude out there whose anger results in a power outage, he really is not too keen on getting on that man's bad side. Though, it sounds like he already is.

Mr. Brazzo brushes past the three teenagers to make his way down the same corridor they just came from. The other two follow close behind but Marley is pretty content to lag behind them. Marley's not exactly ecstatic over dealing with some guy he doesn't know and his obvious rage. Towards the prince.

Marley has no idea how to deal with this, not particularly accustomed to people being upset at him. At least, not to his face. His hand reaches down to his keychain, fiddling with something he doesn't pay enough attention to to identify, as if by reflex.

Actually, yeah, it's basically reflex.

When they reach the hallway Nero's–and Marley's, his brain helpfully supplies–door is still open and Marley's bags are in the exact same place he had left them. The power is also still out, so it's basically the same. He hears some shouting and he's pretty sure the shattering of something. He cringes.

This is a mess he does not want to be a part of. He wonders, briefly, if he could sneak away and avoid it entirely.

He decides not to. Begrudgingly.

Mr. Brazzo walks right into the room, and Marley is sincerely jealous of the way he can do that without the slightest hint of fear on his stubbly face. Marley gulps.

When they enter, the first thing Marley notices is how the room is not as dark as the hallway–or, really, what he can assume the rest of the facility is.

The second thing, is the tall guy standing in the middle of the room with glowing eyes and bright red electricity crackling over his skin, creating burn marks on his clothes that may have already been there. Either way, he's making it worse.

Marley stumbles back, because he doesn't know what he was expecting but it definitely was not this.

"Nero, stop your bullshit or I'll get the water."  Mr. Brazzo warns, and Marley's eyes widen at how none of them seem to care that they all could definitely get electrocuted right now. Besides, what the hell does water have to do with this? Is it gonna short him out? There is a guy standing in the middle of the room, glaring at Mr. Brazzo with his lips curled back in a sneer and eyes that are a completely glowing white.

Nero doesn't seem to have noticed Marley yet, something he hopes will not happen anytime soon.

"Go ahead and get the fucking water, Brazzo! I'm not living with a goddam Nocona." His voice is deep, gravelly and the way he says Marley's surname sounds like it physically repulses him to even think about it. When he opened his mouth, it was like there was some kind of light in his throat, as it lit up the room when he spoke.

Marley winces.

"At least he doesn't snore loud enough to wake your neighbors up. Probably." That was said by a girl that Marley didn't notice until just now, who is lounging in a bed with a dark cover that Marley assumes in Nero's. She seems utterly bored and Marley, again, wishes he could be as collected as her.

"Shut the fuck up! I don't care, and you're not even the one that..." whatever Nero was about to go with that is lost, as his eyes finally land on Marley.

Oh, if he didn't look pissed off before. His eyes glow even more intensely and the electricity rippling around him seems to increase tenfold. Holy-this is not good. Marley wishes that his ability was not an incapability of death but instead that he could meld himself into the wall and leave this place.

"Get him away from me." Nero growls and he absolutely does not have to tell Marley twice because before anyone can object the prince is making his way out of the room and walking a ways down the hallway.

Sorry, but facing his problems is not a strength of his. Especially when said problems look like they want to turn him into ash.

He doesn't realize how labored his breathing is until he's practically hyperventilating and slumping against the wall beside him. His brain is clouding up with thoughts he shouldn't even be thinking about, the world blurring around him. He needs to get out of here before he starts crying. Good god–he can not start crying. Not here.

Still, his eyes are beginning to water and he is immediately wiping at them with the bottom of his shirt, leaning his back against the wall and sincerely hoping that it will blow over soon. He goes through these things all the time, it's fine. He'll be fine. Everything is absolutely fine.

Its about ten minutes later when he's regained his composure enough to breathe normally, and another five to get his eyes free enough of liquid to erase the evidence of the fact that he is a mess of a human who needs help.

It's another three before the power comes back on, then two more when someone appears out of the doorway. It's Lola.

She walks over to Marley and fidgets with her sleeves, shifting around. Eventually, the girl says in the same quiet voice she's been using since Marley met her;

"He's good now. I wouldn't try to, uh, talk to him, though. You can probably take your bags in now."

Marley, because he doubts he can speak right now, just nods and follows the girl as she turns around and walks towards the doorway again. Marley follows her and grabs his bags along the way. After she goes through the door, he waits a moment, composing himself, before doing the same.

He's used to people looking at him. Keyword: looking at him. Not this scrutinizing stare they all have on their faces. He basically freezes when he catches sight of Lola, Brian, and Mr. Brazzo standing on the far side of the room. Nero is leaning against the wall with his eyes set on Marley–they aren't glowing anymore, he's pretty sure he can see some pupils in them–and the anonymous girl is still taking up Nero's bed.

A quick examination of the room reveals a bed on the opposite side of the room from Nero's (which isn't very far because the room isn't exactly large) and there's a sheet on it. It's obviously not in use.

Deciding this is his, Marley lugs his bags over to the bed and sets them on it. He doesn't really want to look up at them, and he's tired, and his head hurts after what he can only assume was a mild anxiety attack in the hallway.

Marley thinks he's moving kind of unnaturally, and he should probably keep his composure as he is, in fact, a prince. He's been taught his whole life to show no weakness and always look like he's up for anything. Right now, though, he's not so sure he's going to be able to keep up that little facade. Not with how out of his comfort zone he is. With the overall crappiness of his life recently.

So, instead of bothering them with any words, he just sits on the bed and starts unpacking his stuff. He doesn't know what else to do and, sure, it is rude. However, the only person here who's been welcoming is Lola and he's been completely polite to her. So he's not exactly feeling too guilty right now.

He starts by taking some of the clothes his mom had packed him and putting them on the small, ugly colored dresser a few feet from his bed. He's almost sure they're supposed to give him some kind of uniform, though he doesn't know when that will be. He convinces himself not to care.

Then he's opening his bag that really only has his toothbrush and some blankets on it. At least his mom knows how much he loves his blankets.

As he's going through his stuff, he finds something he did not expect, in a hundred years, to see.

Sushi.

He squints at it, trying to figure out if he's seriously seeing what he thinks he is. Sure enough, though, his blue and red fish is swimming around its little container. Jesus Christ. His mom seriously just threw the fish in here.

Thankfully, she also packed some food.

Slowly, he lifts the smallish, cylindrical fish tank out of the bag, along with the food. He just stares at it in complete disbelief. Sushi doesn't seem to care, though, as he just swims around. He probably wants fed.

"Uh, I don't think we're allowed to have pets here. Well, unless you're Leilani."

Marley has no clue who Leilani is. He turns and finds that the person that had said that is Brian.

Gulping, he ignores how unsteady his voice is when he responds, "Yeah. I have no idea why my mom put him in here."

He hears a scoff, and looks over to the unnamed girl on the bed. She has her eyes narrowed on him. Marley is pointedly not looking at Nero. He raises a brow, and the girl follows up with;

"Of course the prince wouldn't pack his own crap. I'd bet money he doesn't even know how to wash his own clothes."

Marley blinks, clutches the bowl to his chest, and comes to his defense. "Well, it would be pretty hard to do so when I'm in a hospital."

This seems to piss the girl off even more, as now she is full in glaring at him. That was uncalled for, wasn't it? The last thing he needs now is more enemies.

Sighing, he walks to his dresser and pushes the clothes to the side. He's nervous because he just... he doesn't know how to act with people his age. Politicians, fine. Teenagers? That's terrifying.

After he feeds Sushi, he turns back around and finds Lola and Brian looking at him with surprised faces, Mr. Brazzo seems indifferent and the girl's face is still scrunched up with irritation as she stares at him, nasty.

When Marley chances a glance at Nero, he looks homicidal. Shit. He'll probably fry Marley in his sleep. Marley has already screwed up, and he's only been here an hour at the most.

Sensing the tension, Lola breaks it by hastily asking in her typical murmur, "Would you- Uh, like to finish your tour?"

He would absolutely love to do that. Anything to get him out of here. This is why he nods, "please."

The relief shows through his voice, and he tries not to care even though if Allorn were here he'd be glaring at Marley for showing any obvious emotion. For being unprofessional.

He mostly just needs to know what is in store for him here. He also may or may not want to ask her about Nero...

He's curious, okay?!

Random guy with clear anger issues and distain for the Nocona family? Yeah, he wants to know more. Especially with powers as lethal as the guy seems to have.

Lola leads him out of the room, and he follows her out the door and down the hallway. He wants to confess how thankful he is for getting him out of there, but decides against it.

"Sorry about him, he, uh- he doesn't like your family too much. A lot of people here don't." Lola admits as she walks beside him. He figured as much, but nods in understanding anyway. His appreciation for her friendliness is too much to put into words and he's a touchy person so he wants to hug her but that would be inappropriate.

"It's fine," he responds, and tries to figure out how to pry information from her about the man. He should be able to, getting information is a strong suit of his. He just doesn't know how this girl works.

"Honestly, I agree with King Allorn!" She says that a bit loud, and immediately looks around in fear. It confuses Marley, especially when she deems everything fine and continues, "we do need to keep away from society, who knows the kind of stuff some of us would do to the world. It would be chaotic."

Marley blinks down at her, because he had not counted on someone actually agreeing with his father. Hell, Marley thought he would be the only one! This is definitely unexpected.

"Uh, thank you." He replies because he doesn't know what else to say. The girl nods, smiles, and they step outside.

She then takes him to another tower, where she shows him the rooms that they have group session and such. His heart drops when she shows him a large room that the residents have deemed the Torture Room, used for finding their weaknesses.

Overall, he deems this place somewhere he doesn't want himself or his fish to be in, and prays for them to find a way to kill him so he can be released into the real world.

Where he can do what's expected of him. Rule.