Study Hall -- Wednesday, October 12th

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

Sarah sits at the desk down in front, off in a world of her own as she writes down random, almost illegible notes on a pad of paper. Anybody who might wish to risk their lives to peek at what she's writing would see a lot of half-baked theories about locker 327.

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_gottahavefaith/]

"I'm sure. Where were you, anyway?"

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

slight mishap with my fear toxin. Clearly I need to buy a new mask.

So if it makes you feel better I spent the entire weekend in my own personal hell. I mean, surely that's karmic retribution?

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"Heh. You shouldn't test things like that around yourself. That's a little disappointing. But it does make me feel better." She shrugs. "I spent most of homecoming out of it, anyway. I ended up flirting with an almost-mute who ended up getting kicked out. You didn't miss much."

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

technically speaking, my mask should have prevented me from inhaling any. stupid faulty masks.

Almost-mute? hmmm. And I didn't expect much. I heard they didn't vote you queen though. Clearly the school's full of almost-blind people.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_gottahavefaith/]

"You're sweet. And they elected a giant white ball and a really nice girl. I'm probably better off not being associated with it."

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

well, it would ruin the bad girl image to be associated with homecoming, yes?

We should do something. You know, to make up for not going to homecoming together. Like dinner or something.