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Even though the headmaster was making her rounds just outside of the classroom windows, Charlotte wasn't particularly looking at the view; instead, her eyes were glued the phone on her desk, the screen of which lit up with the marker of a new message. Then, the bells came.
As the sudden, sharp, and very shrill sound of the alarm, Charlotte did all that she could to keep herself from leaping to her seat. A surprise like that was the last thing she had expected on the final day.
Growling a little bit, she tilted her gaze upward, eyes sweeping back and forth across the room as she sniffed about at the air, checking for anything (deliciously) out of place. Much to her disappointment, however, there seemingly was nothing, and if the nose of a Glutton didn't pick anything up, then there likely wasn't. The only remotely-strange smell she could pick up was one of the weird ones that the headmaster had, but only sometimes. Having a headmaster that looked like a little girl was weird enough, but one with multiple smells was even weirder. Charlotte reached up and tugged on the drawstrings around her hood, pulling it tightly around her head in a misguided attempt to deal with the noise of the ringing alarm, before glancing about at some of her other classmates.
Everyone else seemed to be reacting normally enough, save for Ariana, who suddenly seemed as if she had absolutely no idea where she was. Did she have a problem with sound or something? Charlotte narrowed her eyes, doing her best to remember whether or not the girl truly had such a weakness, but ultimately came up short. It certainly looked like that was the case either way; the question then was, should she help?
Once again, she glanced around at some of the others, who seemed to have their own priorities, before moving to scoop up the phone. She checked the message quickly, briefly glancing up at the teacher, as if making sure that he wasn't watching.
Cool. Make friends in your last year.
Ugh. What a very brotherly thing to say.
Slowly pocketing her phone, Charlotte looked back up to the other girl, pursing her lips in slight distaste at her repeated stumbling. Who was she, anyway? Was she new? Did people not care about her? Did people even talk to her? Maybe those last two potential factors made them similar to Charlotte, in a weird way. Not that Charlotte cared whether or not people talked to her, of course. It made absolutely no difference. Certainly.
Rolling her eyes, Charlotte shifted past the rest of the class in that strangely-unnoticed way that only she could manage, before moving to grab the deathly girl's arm with one hand, unless she should resist, before moving to pull the door open with the other hand. What, this other girl really couldn't even feel her way to the door?
"Jeez, what, are we all just gonna sit here all day," she said, leveling her usual glare at the remainder of the classroom, teacher included, as she flung open the door.
Just like last time, it banged loudly against the wall. Whooooops.
Interaction: Daniel Reaving
Mentioned: Mashiro Shiina BoilingWriter PortugalTM sprouhtt
As the sudden, sharp, and very shrill sound of the alarm, Charlotte did all that she could to keep herself from leaping to her seat. A surprise like that was the last thing she had expected on the final day.
Growling a little bit, she tilted her gaze upward, eyes sweeping back and forth across the room as she sniffed about at the air, checking for anything (deliciously) out of place. Much to her disappointment, however, there seemingly was nothing, and if the nose of a Glutton didn't pick anything up, then there likely wasn't. The only remotely-strange smell she could pick up was one of the weird ones that the headmaster had, but only sometimes. Having a headmaster that looked like a little girl was weird enough, but one with multiple smells was even weirder. Charlotte reached up and tugged on the drawstrings around her hood, pulling it tightly around her head in a misguided attempt to deal with the noise of the ringing alarm, before glancing about at some of her other classmates.
Everyone else seemed to be reacting normally enough, save for Ariana, who suddenly seemed as if she had absolutely no idea where she was. Did she have a problem with sound or something? Charlotte narrowed her eyes, doing her best to remember whether or not the girl truly had such a weakness, but ultimately came up short. It certainly looked like that was the case either way; the question then was, should she help?
Once again, she glanced around at some of the others, who seemed to have their own priorities, before moving to scoop up the phone. She checked the message quickly, briefly glancing up at the teacher, as if making sure that he wasn't watching.
Cool. Make friends in your last year.
Ugh. What a very brotherly thing to say.
Slowly pocketing her phone, Charlotte looked back up to the other girl, pursing her lips in slight distaste at her repeated stumbling. Who was she, anyway? Was she new? Did people not care about her? Did people even talk to her? Maybe those last two potential factors made them similar to Charlotte, in a weird way. Not that Charlotte cared whether or not people talked to her, of course. It made absolutely no difference. Certainly.
Rolling her eyes, Charlotte shifted past the rest of the class in that strangely-unnoticed way that only she could manage, before moving to grab the deathly girl's arm with one hand, unless she should resist, before moving to pull the door open with the other hand. What, this other girl really couldn't even feel her way to the door?
"Jeez, what, are we all just gonna sit here all day," she said, leveling her usual glare at the remainder of the classroom, teacher included, as she flung open the door.
Just like last time, it banged loudly against the wall. Whooooops.
Interaction: Daniel Reaving
Mentioned: Mashiro Shiina BoilingWriter PortugalTM sprouhtt
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