Angela walks into study hall and takes a seat near the windows. She has this whole dreamy-glowy-spacy vibe going on, but she's trying hard to shrug it off and get some homework done.
Angelus walks in to study hall. He nearly heads over to Bel, but then spies Angela. He comes over to take a seat across the table from her, looking rather incongruous as the sunlight, made safe by the school's necrotempered glass, falls across his face.
"Hey, Angela," he says, smiling a big friendly smile at her. "How's it going?"
River wanders in bleary-eyed, takes one look at the Principal sitting ready with a flamethrower and a fuel tank, and takes a seat in the furthest corner of the room. She tries her best to look bright-eyed and busy-tailed, despite a night of strange dreams and interruptions.
Janet drags herself in, extra-large cup of coffee in one hand, bag of textbooks in the other, and sits down heavily at a table. On the one hand, she has two presentations to get ready for Professor Dream. On the other hand, she would like to sleep. She takes a very long gulp of coffee, cracks open a book, and tries to stop seeing double. "Too many late nights, no chance to set up an IV drip of caffeine," she mutters.
Draco walks in looking like he's in a particulary good mood. He sits down and opens up a copy of the Daily Prophet to see what mayhem is happening in the wizarding world.
*Paige walks into study hall, she's wearing an off the shoulder top and has a large plaster just above her spine, she goes over to show Draco her new tattoo (http://www.thewiccabox.co.uk/charmed/charmed_logo.htm)* I got it done *she says smiling and removing the plaster carefully*
*Elizabeth walks in with her usual sketchbook and a huge bouqet of flowers. As it turns out, she had no time to actually put them anywhere before she left for class, so she just brought them with her*
*Jonathan walks in holding his fear toxin in hand. He nearly perfected it, but he was unsure how he would test it. He was not going to risk getting kicked out again, because he really didn't want to be thrown to the zombies after that attack.*
Duce walks in, clearly not awake and clearly recovering from.. something. She eyes the flamethrower and sighs, rifling through her knapsack before coming up with a plastic bag of slightly squashed white puffy things.
Taking a seat, she offers to nearby students, "Marshmallow?"
Faith walked into study hall, clearly in a bad mood. If anyone said anything to her about Saturday, they were getting set on fire. She figured that she's say she confused them for zombies. She sat down at her usual desk in the back and looked around the room, watching for trouble.
Spotting Faith's obviously foul mood, Duce takes a marshmallow and bites into it viciously, savaging it as though it were flesh. She then silently offers the bag to Faith.
Anakin slides into a seat with a very fake-looking smile on his face. He's hoping no one but Padme noticed his bizarre behavior during the zombie battle on Saturday.
He looks around and decides that's probably unlikely, but he's going to smile until his face cramps up just in case.
After Angela and Angelus (or, as Rory's mentally calling them, Angelua) leave (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhigh/146527.html?thread=5613919#t5613919), Rory takes a seat in the back of the room under a window, where she can see people come in
One might think she's specifically looking for someone, if only because it's doubtful that part of her journalism homework is to look up at the door every few minutes.
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She still keeps smiling into space.
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"Hey, Angela," he says, smiling a big friendly smile at her. "How's it going?"
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She mentally notes how odd it is that their names are so similar before taking a seat not very far away from the two.
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*slides into the seat beside him.*
You doin' okay after all the excitement?
*takes out bio text but doesn't open it.*
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*takes out an old leather bound book and starts making notes from it*
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Taking a seat, she offers to nearby students, "Marshmallow?"
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He looks around and decides that's probably unlikely, but he's going to smile until his face cramps up just in case.
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How's it going? Did you clear things up with Padme yet?
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Ugh. Homework.
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*smiles*
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One might think she's specifically looking for someone, if only because it's doubtful that part of her journalism homework is to look up at the door every few minutes.
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Did you talk to your Mom about helping with the sewing thing?
Professor Jerusalem said we should just draw one on him. I think he's deliberately missing the point.
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*sets up study area, with a big placard that says:
on the table*
*also sets up white noise generator, she she can't be overheard*
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"Hello," she says cheerfully. "I assume I'm one of the people the sign refers to?"
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