Bailing 101, Monday

[suitably_heroic]

The classroom was empty at starting time; Atton was nowhere to be found.

It was otherwise a completely normal classroom, albeit anyone trying the windows would find them locked in place.

There was no note, there were no other items, just desks and chairs. And quiet, at least for the moment.

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Twenty-Five Minutes Later...

[suitably_heroic]

Atton walked into the classroom without an explanation. He leaned back against his desk and eyed the class.

"So," he said, casually, "Why are you still here? What's a good reason to bail?"

Re: Twenty-Five Minutes Later...

[boneyard_girl]

Ada was no longer at her desk. Or anywhere near her desk.

Ada was sprawled out on the floor, laying on her stomach in a sunbeam, headphones on and reading a book. And not paying one whit of attention to the person that had come in and started talking. She'd totally bailed on the idea of class. You know, just not physically.

(Look, if the windows were locked, it was clearly A Trap. Ada was a carnie. She knew a sucker's set-up when she saw one.)

Re: Twenty-Five Minutes Later...

[suitably_heroic]

So she froze up. Gave up, more or less. Good to know, but a bad habit.

Atton folded up a small piece of paper into a little ball and tossed it at the back of her head. Gently. Ish.

Re: Twenty-Five Minutes Later...

[boneyard_girl]

Ada glanced up, and slid her headphones back a bit. "Yeah?"