Study Hall, 11/08

[game-of-you.livejournal.com]

Dream steps around the blue-eyed boy who is agitatedly trying to claw the doors open to unlock study hall and declare it open.

He brings no animals today.

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[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus takes his usual seat by the window, basking in the light of the sun as it streams through the necrotempered glass.

Today he seems relaxed and content with the world. He's also reading Yeats.

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

Jonathan who was SO not waiting outside enters Study Hall still in the digustingly good mood he was in this morning. He spots Angelus and decides to sit with him. Breaking custom, he doesn't ask first.

"Welcome home Angelus," he says, taking a seat across from him.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Thank you kindly, Johnny," Angelus said, turning a page of his book. "How were things while I was gone? Anything interesting happen?"

[demonbelthazor]

Belthazor walked into study hall, looking weary and distracted. He glanced around, searching for specific people, saw Angelus, and headed over to take a seat by him.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus looked up when he came over. "Are you officially allowed to be out of bed, young man?"

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

A neatly folded triangle of paper fell to the desk in front of Angelus. If he opened it, it read:

Fangs or blindfolds?



- B

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus read it, wrote on it, sent it back.

Must I choose?

Yes.

[addams-daughter.livejournal.com]

Arriving early, a huge stack of books in her arms, Wednesday settles down to catch up on the classwork that she missed last week.

[miss-thomasina.livejournal.com]

Thomasina appears somewhat later, carrying her maths and geology texts, as well as the essential trio of exercise book, ink-bottle and pen. She approaches the Wednesday sits, working, and, after a moment of observing her friend, asks, quietly, Would you mind company whilst you work, Wednesday? It seems an age since we've even been able to sit together, companionably.

[addams-daughter.livejournal.com]

Wednesday nodded to her. "Company would be pleasant. I missed every class last week due to illness and I am merely catching up."

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

Duce strolls into Study Hall, an uncommon bounce to her step. Flouncing into a chair, she withdraws her sketch pad from her knapsack an begins to draw idly. There's a noise.. she's humming to herself under her breath. The snakes have chosen to join in; strange, soft purring noises emanating from tiny reptilian nasal arches. They writhe about gleefully, scales rasping gently as they slide over one another.

The sketching becomes a series of bunnies. A pointy-eared bunny in a hockey mask, holding what appears to be a carrot-stick machete. A floppy eared bunny with a bad case of mange and five pointy carrot sticks in a glove on one hand. A bunny with ears tied back, wearing the mottled fur of other bunnies on it's face. Another lop bunny wearing a pale, bland bunny mask. The bunnies are all cartoonish, characatures of popular horror movie badguys.

(ooc: idea for drawing totally ripped off from rustingvision

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron takes a seat and starts reading up for Criminal Justice. At least tries to, it's clear that his thoughts are somewhere else.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders comes in, his shirt collar wrinkled and crooked from where he's tried to pull it up over the hickeys, and sits down near Cameron. "Hey Mitchell. Where's your brain at?"

[mycanonhatesme]

Chloe takes a seat at one of the empty tables, and pulls out her Biology notes, humming quietly to herself.

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Sliding into the chair beside her, Krycek pulls out a text (though for what is a good question) and a notebook. "Hey. Mind some company?"

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka was not in a chatty mood. It'd been a long week already and her ribs hurt. She saw Chloe, though, and needed to apologize. And so, another note:

Boss,

Sorry about the article. Couldn't get the right permissions. And then there was this thing in the park, and the clinic.

Wrote the gossip column, but kept throwing it away. Just seemed wrong.

Beka

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka headed into Study Hall, hoping to find Phoebe, and Angelus, but not Bel. He was about the last person she wanted to see at least on this side of WTF-divide.

Unfortunately, Bel and Angelus were sitting near each other. Which meant relying on the old note-tossing strategy.

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

Wes walks into Study Hall, throws a deer-in-the-headlights look at Angelus, takes the seat farthest from him, opens Sumerian For Dummies a leather-bound book (http://www.sumerian.org/proverbs.htm) and begins to take notes.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka looked at the new guy, saw him look at Angelus, and wondered what was up. Being nosey, and blonde, and wanting to piss Bel off, she wrote another note:

Hey. Nice book. Name's Beka. Who're you?

She leaned over and put it on his desk with a friendly smile.

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

Faith strolls into study hall, grin on her face. She plops herself down at a desk, and drops her books to the floor next to her. There may be a printed-out issue of the Tentacle in with them.

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

Jonathan shoots her an annoyed look, but doesn't really seem all that angry with her.

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

Jonathan is sitting with Angelus in the corner, doing his homework with a huge grin on his face. He feels fantastic and it's unlikely anything can ruin his day.

[conathon.livejournal.com]

After his yelling match with Paige he decided it was time to search for Jonathan, give him a mans welcome into this world we call 'Dont fuck with my girlfriend'. Entering Study Hall he glanced about, finding Jonathan he cracked his knuckles and clamped his hands into fists.

Without a word a fist lands on Jonathans face, just the way Sawyer liked it to be done, no words just the hitting.

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

Lily walks in and takes a seat in the back. She looks tired.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

After the chaos, when Lily walked in looking tired and like someone had kicked her favorite puppy, Beka couldn't resist sending her a note too: