Student newspaper, election edition

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The day after homecoming (*cough* and any post-Homecoming or during Homecoming things that are still being slow played *cough*) found Angelus in the journalism classroom. He'd taken over a few desks and chairs, moving them so that he could sit in one chair with a mug of warm blood on a desk beside him, his feet raised and propped up on a desk in front of him, and a laptop cradled in his lap.

He typed away at his article.

Anyone watching him would notice two things:

1) He was still disturbingly cheerful, albeit focused on his work

2) He was dressed in black jeans, a black long-sleeved, form-fitting T-shirt, black shoes, and a pair of black-rimmed eyeglasses.

It was possible for people to interrupt him if they cared to.

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"Yeah, he said something about a curse." Giving Angelus a sympathetic glance, she adds, "That's just harsh. Hope you came up with some suitable payback for it."

Glancing at the clock, and checking the door, she smirks again. "Tsk. Late to her own staff meeting."

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"I'd say I did," Angelus shrugged. "But I don't like to brag."

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"Mmm.. yes, your humble nature is one of your more admirable qualities." Standing, she puts the chair back and waves herself off, "Gotta jet. Places to check, people to do, that sort of thing. Catch you later!"

(ooc: need a nap.)