Jorge may have been trying to dismiss it, but it still didn't mean he was actually okay with it. Harper decided she would be sure to make Walker apologize in person for the trouble caused. It was the least he could do, really. Especially if he was trying to be friends. Friends didn't just let other friends take the blame and not make it up to the person.

Harper stopped when Jorge did, looking up at him. His face betrayed his thoughts and she almost thought he wasn't going to answer. She looked back straight ahead when he seemed to come out of his head. It would have been fine if he decided not to answer, but she was glad he did. When he started walking, she did as well. She didn't want to end up alone again because he wandered off on her. Looking up, she watched him talk again. She never really noticed how few minorities were in the school until his statement really made her think about it; after all, she was raised to not really notice things like skin color.

Following him into the aisle, simply because she hadn't even noticed she was still, she took a seat one over from where he sat. After all, in the hall he had kept a little distance. If it was Walker or any other friend she hadn't just met, then she wouldn't have left that seat between them, but she didn't want to crowd up on him and make the guy uncomfortable just because she was afraid of being trapped in the school and if they lost power and all those other ifs. She glanced at the stage once she set her bag down on the chair beside her. "The set? Well, I was working on it - but I only do painting when I get a chance. Stage crew have been doing a great job with it though. They even figured out how to make it turn so we can use it for the town and the castle." She looked over at Jorge. "You know we're doing Beauty and the Beast as the upcoming play, right? It's really amazing the design work getting put into it. Aside from the spinning sets, the props are just amazing right now. One of the tech-heads even made a magic mirror that lights up and it looks amazing, way better than that plastic toy they used to sell back in the nineties."

She sat up a bit straighter and looked at Jorge more. "Oh, hey, did you want to see it? The director has us using the prop during the rehearsals recently, so I could show you how it works and such." She blinked, shrinking back down a little bit. It was mostly realizing how enthused she sounded. "If you want, that is."

"Ouch!" Alice hissed to herself as she wiggled off the tuba. "Fuckin brass insturments."

She stood and dusted herself off. The freshman peeked the door open just a bit to see if the teacher was still there. Instead of finding the teacher she found a fellow student. She smirked when she saw him marveling at her master piece.

"Stupid, isn't it?" Alice asked as she squeezed out the door. She shut it and locked it. No one should see or experience the monsters inside.

"The things kids will do when they're given freedom," she said in her best 'I didn't do it I swear' voice.

August turned around and saw the student that was running down the hall with a marker. He noticed that she was trying to make him think that she didn't do it, as many other people did. He chuckled a bit and cleared his throat. "Weren't you-" NOAP. DUN DO IT said a voice in his head. PLS DO IT Said a different voice. He decided to listen to the one that said to not tell her.

"Uh...yeah, it is.." He said, trying so hard to play along. He wanted to say to her, why'd you do this and you're a fucking idiot, but instead, he said, "You're a- who are you, and is this your first year?" shit, you dun fucked up. you fucked up gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood. YEEEEEEP. Okay, his plan failed. Oh well. Maybe she's stupid enough to not notice.

no, but you are

SHUSH YOUR FACE, VOICES!

"Uh, ya it is my first year," Alice said hesitant. He looked to be arguing with himself. "You interested in heading down to the office looking for any teachers left?"

The rest would either be there, trying to make an announcement, or in the auditorium panicking. Both were worth a shot.

"Uh, yeah, it is my first year."

oh look you were right for once. Okay, so it was the girl's first year. That explains it. "You interested in heading down to the office looking for any teachers left?" She asked. He didn't know what to call her, as she still hadn't told him her name. "Yeah," August said. He was trying to think of a name to call her, instead of just 'freshman.' What did she say before? Braces and stale gum?

There we go, stale gum. "stale gum." He said, as a small nickname. "That's your nickname. Stale gum." He said, trying to get a small reaction. "So, let's go downstairs, right?" He asked.

Alice didnt exactly like the nickname, but she'd heard worse given to her fellow freshman. She scuffed and said,"You lead the way then, Stranger."

Not exactly the best comeback, but it was all she could come up with at the moment.

She followed him down the hall in silence.

"So..." She tried for conversation. "How many other people do you think are stuck here? I meet someone back near the main stairwell in front of the courtyard."

The boy sighed silently in relief when he saw that his companion had left a space in between the two when she had taken a seat. That was good. That meant that there were less chances of them becoming more chummy, and there were less chances of any more awkward situations arising than there already had been.

Jorge nodded every so often as Harper spoke. "No, I didn't know that." He tilted his head to the side a little and looked back at the stage as she explained about the spinning sets. He nodded slightly in approval, then looked back at the girl. He couldn't help but smile a little at the girl's enthusiasm. He shrugged a little and nodded. "Sure, why not? If the mirror is as impressive as you say, I think it would be neat to see it." Jorge stood up slowly and motioned to the stage. "After you, Harper."

A loud cry of exasperation echoed through the seemingly empty halls as Tristan held her phone over her head in a desperate attempt to find some reception. She knew the weather had reported a possible snow storm but the report was nothing compared to the real thing. The halls were practically dark with the thick slush falling from the sky out the windows. She really wasn't looking forward the reaction she was going to get from her parents. Her father had told her that morning that he didn't want her staying after for choir... she simply couldn't help herself. It may have seemed like a waist of time but it was the one thing she did for her own passion. Sighing she slipped her phone back into the back pocket of her blue jeans as she continued through the halls.

She followed the familiar path, knowing the one place that she was going to feel most comfortable. She leaned heavily upon the doors to the auditorium, unaware that there was anybody else inside. In fact, she would have expected nothing less than the entire school being deserted. Pulling away from the door, Tristan paused as she felt her book bag catch, glancing over her shoulder she gave a tug when a loud 'RIIIIIIIIIIIPPPP' sound filled the air and the seem along the side of her bag ripped apart causing all of her contents to spill on the ground "oh come on!" she cried out angrily, leaning down to pile her things together and attempt to fix her bag so that she may use it again. "This is just... not my day" she grumbled, still oblivious that there was anybody around to see.

The smile spread back wider onto Harper's face. She loved showing off the awesome props other people made. "Oh, awesome. This guy is a genius with making props. I don't know how we'll get by next year without him," she said as she stood up. Her backpack slung onto her as she started moving out of the aisle. Sure, no one was supposed to see the thing aside from cast and crew, but she doubted Jorge would go telling anyone about the prop before its debut.

She had made it down to the stage when the door to the auditorium slammed open. Stopping, she partially turned to look at the door. Initially it was just a habit, but then she realized it was one of her friends. She had half a mind to just go say hi later after showing Jorge the prop, but then the poor girl's book bag tore and everything seemed to just fall to the floor. The smile completely left her face and a sigh pressed her shoulders down. It would just make her a horrible person if she didn't go over and try to cheer up Tristan.

Looking over at Jorge, she offered him the tiniest smile. "Hey, so I gotta go check on her. Sounds like she's having a bad day. Um, rain check for the prop?" As soon as the term rain check came out of her, the smile grew a bit - pinching to show tiny dimples as she fought back the bit of rouge trying to coat her cheeks - and she nervously tucked at her bangs. "That's probably a bad term. Uh, later - that's a better one. Yeah, would you like to see it later, if you're still interested in it?" She didn't want to ask him along to check out her friend; that would have been awkward for Jorge and Tristan, she assumed. It wouldn't have been right to ask that of anyone, particularly someone that she just met.

August laughed to himself. "Okay, then." he said. oh my god you were right again, you actually got a small reaction. it's not even monday yet. He started the way downstairs before looking to Alice. "How-"

"So...How many other people do you think are stuck here? I meet someone back near the main stairwell in front of the courtyard."

get fucking ninja'd, you shit.

Fuck. He just got ninja'd so fucking hard right now. It's like she's reading his mind...

That's it. It's obvious that the FBI took a human and made it so she had a chip in her brain so she could read others' minds. It was so painfully obvious.

No, just kidding. "I don't know, I guess about 6 or something?" He asked. "Not including about 1 or 2 teachers, of course." He added.

Alice slumped ove a bit as they walked.

"I hope there are no teachers. If there were, they'd shepard is into either the auditorium or the cafeteria, then they'd reduce into a sniveling mess because they couldn't find one student." Alice sighed. "Without one would richen the experience, don't you think?"