StrixDesmodus
Totally human, I swear!
Persephone Skinner
RealBillClinton
When the warden informed her of the upcoming cannon fire, she covered her ears. As she watched a few of the previously unconscious students scramble to their feet, she smiled.
"You sure know what to do, don'tcha warden?
Stephaenie Rain
Mitheral RealBillClinton (Mentions the cannon fire)
Stephanie had paced the halls which connected the classrooms. She'd gotten in trouble for spreading the word about the Martyr of TLI to new students, and now was nervous about being anywhere near the dorms, or any of the usual drop-off spots for kidnapped students. Her hopes of organizing her fellow students were usually under the most attack at the beginning of the school year, the time of year in which her rebellion plans seemed like they would be most likely to work if not for the extra efforts taken by the staff. Come on, Steph, you shouldn't give up that easily. She thought to herself in an attempt to increase her courage, This place will never be shut down if you don't make an effort. With that, she found herself in the common area, now being stared down by Mrs. Skinner. There was something of a ruckus in the nearby corridor, someone shouting about the school being co-ed.
"Oh boy...." She signed, though she hadn't been listening to what Ian was saying too closely, she was worried she'd be partly blamed for whatever trouble this student would cause. Thus, she approached the source of the noise.
"I wouldn't shout like that if I were you." She warned, "It'll be more trouble here than at a normal school."
Just when she finished that last sentence, she heard the cannon go off. Her head turned momentarily to the source of the noise.
Jolene Wildwood
Mitheral
Jolene looked around the room and peered into the tent as best as she could from the spot she stood in, hoping to catch a glimpse of Dude. He wasn't in sight at the moment, and Jolene knew that even when they could understand what she was saying, animals were often shy. Placing the banjo on the newly built hammock, she decided to just unpack for now, removing some dresses and whatnot from her backpack and hanging then in an empty closet.
RealBillClinton
When the warden informed her of the upcoming cannon fire, she covered her ears. As she watched a few of the previously unconscious students scramble to their feet, she smiled.
"You sure know what to do, don'tcha warden?
Stephaenie Rain
Mitheral RealBillClinton (Mentions the cannon fire)
Stephanie had paced the halls which connected the classrooms. She'd gotten in trouble for spreading the word about the Martyr of TLI to new students, and now was nervous about being anywhere near the dorms, or any of the usual drop-off spots for kidnapped students. Her hopes of organizing her fellow students were usually under the most attack at the beginning of the school year, the time of year in which her rebellion plans seemed like they would be most likely to work if not for the extra efforts taken by the staff. Come on, Steph, you shouldn't give up that easily. She thought to herself in an attempt to increase her courage, This place will never be shut down if you don't make an effort. With that, she found herself in the common area, now being stared down by Mrs. Skinner. There was something of a ruckus in the nearby corridor, someone shouting about the school being co-ed.
"Oh boy...." She signed, though she hadn't been listening to what Ian was saying too closely, she was worried she'd be partly blamed for whatever trouble this student would cause. Thus, she approached the source of the noise.
"I wouldn't shout like that if I were you." She warned, "It'll be more trouble here than at a normal school."
Just when she finished that last sentence, she heard the cannon go off. Her head turned momentarily to the source of the noise.
Jolene Wildwood
Mitheral
Jolene looked around the room and peered into the tent as best as she could from the spot she stood in, hoping to catch a glimpse of Dude. He wasn't in sight at the moment, and Jolene knew that even when they could understand what she was saying, animals were often shy. Placing the banjo on the newly built hammock, she decided to just unpack for now, removing some dresses and whatnot from her backpack and hanging then in an empty closet.