-Kincaid- Herself

With Sam not having much of an idea as to what was going to happen, Kincaid went back to her room. She grabbed the holster for her knife from the desk, and strapped it to her left leg again. She slid the knife into it's holder, no longer feeling like she needed to carry a blade. She opened her door, and quickly left towards the gymnasium.

She walked through the trophy room, and opened the door to the gym. She peeked in, and saw a lot of students were already here. She sighed, before slipping into the room. She ignored most of them, deciding to walk to the bleachers on the left, and take a seat while waiting for the others.

-Gracen- Rush

Gracen chuckled at the joke, shaking his head. "Nah, seems that's just his normal mood when we don't listen. He's kinda twitchy." Gracen shrugged before starting down the hall. "We'd better get moving. Don't want to be late to the gym and keep everyone waiting on us." Gracen smiled as he said that, wondering what could be in store. He didn't have to think on it long. It'd been five days, and as far as he could tell, relations were good between everyone. A murder wouldn't happen, at least unless someone really pissed off the hit man.