Faeya smirked amusingly. "What, persay, 'better things' would you be doing?" She put her hands on her hips and gave him a mocking look of waiting for him. "If I may ask?" She didn't understand why she was talking to someone anyway, but this guy seemed entertaining enough. She wondered if he even knew her name, but then again she wasn't exactly the most popular person in the school. In fact, she was more like a fly on the wall than anything else. She observed him a bit and came to the prejudgement that he was just another rebelious teen trying to piss off his parents. Of course, everyone made the same statement about her, so she really couldn't place it with him if she wanted to actually make some sort of friendship in this hell hole.

As he tried once more he heard a voice come from behind him that sounded like a woman and turned around to see a blonde haired girl that couldn't have been any older than him. Even though he knew he couldn't have been the only one here she still took him by surprise as she introduced herself, put her hand out, and told him her name "Oh Summimasen I did not know anyone was still here" He said as he took her hand "My name is Kazuo but yes people have called me Kaz."

Casper ran his hand through his hair out of habit. Even after doing that, it flopped back into the mess on his head. He frowned when he thought that this girl was asking a lot of questions about himself. It scared him a little. He wasn't used to being given even this much attention.

"Well," he started. "It's really none of your business."

He folded his arms in front of him, and noticed how she was observing him as well. He did his best to look collected, but he was really beginning to get paranoid again. For all he knew, she was probably totally judging him in her mind. It was nothing, he knew didn't care, but couldn't stop wondering about what she thought. Casper tilted his head and thought of something to ask. "Aren't you going home any time now?"

Faeya giggled as if he was joking, but stopped when she realized he wasn't. A small blush appeared on her cheeks and she hid it behind her hair. "Sorry, I thought you were joking. The snow is piling up out there, so I don't think there'll be a way to get out." She brushed her hair behind her ear, but the bangs weren't able to stay in place so she just left them be. "Anyway, why are you here? Seeing as we're gonna be here until someone notices we're not exactly at home with the wardens." She leaned against the wall next to him with a curious expression.

Casper chuckled, because it was obvious how she was hiding her face when she started blushing. Things were getting amusing, at least. He put his back on the wall as well, and looked at her and shrugged. "Who knows if anyone would actually notice," he said with a tone that was completely negative. "And I had remedial classes. Completely useless ones too." Part of him wanted to ask her the same question out of curiosity, but he was better off pretending not to care. Instead, he took out another cigarette and lit it.

"That'd be me." Solomon smiled as he held the ball in his hands as he watched her talk. She certainly was...animated. It was really fun to watch the way she talked with her body and the blunt way she spoke, it was a nice change to what he was used to dealing with. Now he at least knew why he had recognized her. Like she'd brought up the volleyball team was present at most all of the other teams games, He'd catch a game himself here or there but not with the commitment they had. Though he was starting to think Chapman might've just forced them to do all that. When she was done and walking toward the exit he nodded when she left with "Well Sol, catch ya around."

"Hope so." He said with an amused tone. She was a real interesting person. that "give no fucks" kind of attitude she had going on was a nice change of pace. He almost smacked himself when he realized he forgot to ask her name. That was unfortunate but it couldn't be helped. Maybe if he was lucky he'd see her arounf again sometime and find out. He was barely out the door when she came back into the gym. "Forget something?" Next thing he knew she was telling him the door was stuck from the snow and he dropped the ball in his hands and went to check it out.

He looked at the door, surprised that it was snowing as hard as it was. The door was clearly blocked by a bunch of snow that only seemed to grow every few seconds. Cracking his knuckles Sol stared at the door once more looking over at the girl from his shoulder once. "I think I can get this." It was snow and he was pretty strong so this should be a piece of cake. He could do this, definitely definitely could do this. He took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly like he would before a game, and suddenly fell against the door pushing it with everything he had. He kept this up for a few minutes and had indeed managed to budge it a small inch, but it was starting to be clear that he wasn't going to be able to push it open even if he didn't seem to know it.

"I think I can get this." Solomon said, cracking his knuckles and pushing the door with all his might.

It moved about an inch.

Isabella gave a small clap of her hands, "My hero!" she cooed sarcastically, shortly being replaced with a laugh. "Well, you tried Sol." she complimented. He did get it farther than she had, and that was saying something! Looking around she noticed a few other students sitting against the wall next to the entry way and was surprised at the number of them still here after hours. Was it a teacher's duty to make high school like prison, or did that just come with the experience?

"Did you guys try getting out as well?" Isa asked curiously, looking between the small group that was forming. A boy with his laptop who she had seen quite often, the one and only foreign exchange student in the school, and a young woman with a worried look upon her face. What a motley crew. "I mean, of course you did." Isa commented again before they could answer back. "What kind of person would come to the door and not try to get out?" she exclaimed, her hands again doing most of the work in the conversation. She also wondered if any of these people were the one smoking earlier, but the smell didn't seem so strong this way.

Her hands fell to her hips as she spoke her next words, "Well, what the hell do we do?"

Arty was in the art room completely shirtless and painting carefully on a massive white easel, his chest was covered in different dots and spots of paint as he continued to paint with such fervor that he never even noticed the time, it was very common for Arty to stay so late after school that he could sit and talk to the janitor while he was on lunch break, today was no different. Arty had been working on his massive masterpiece for months now, he had counted the days, it had been started exactly a week before his first real fried had moved to their town and started as a senior in all the same art classes as him...Isabella... She was a very strong woman and made Arty smile constantly, his mind wandered as he painted thinking about how he wished he could be more like her, her bravery, her loud mouth, her take no prisoners style of sports, her beauty...Arty stopped shaking his head, ”Where did that come from?" Arty threw himself back into the painting brushing the thoughts away with each stroke, after he was satisfied that he had done enough he started gathering his things not bothering to put his jacket or shirt on since he was still to overheated he would throw them on at the door. Arty had his jacket slung over his shoulder and his art supplies and shirt in the other hand as he turned the corner to the door he found himself face to face with a bunch of his classmates, while he was shirtless and covered in drying paint, simple man blaring from his phone. Pure embarrassment and a touch of confusion washed over him as he threw down all of his art stuff on top of his jacket and started scrambling to get his shirt on before stammering out, "Hey Isa why is everyone still here?"

"Hey Isa why is everyone still here?" Said a man. Timothy didnt bother looking.

"I dunno who Isa is, but we're snowed in. That's all i know." Timothy said. He focused back on his game before soon finding a glitch. TImothy muttered under his breath as he opened the code and began to fix it. He decided to look up, and found that there were now 6 people, including himself trapped in the school. Counting the smoker he found earlier, he counted 7 students. Or... is it 8? He asked himself. He put the thought away and got back to coding.

Andre said
Casper chuckled, because it was obvious how she was hiding her face when she started blushing. Things were getting amusing, at least. He put his back on the wall as well, and looked at her and shrugged. "Who knows if anyone would actually notice," he said with a tone that was completely negative. "And I had remedial classes. Completely useless ones too." Part of him wanted to ask her the same question out of curiosity, but he was better off pretending not to care. Instead, he took out another cigarette and lit it.

Faeya glanced at him and nodded. "So your parents ignore you? Or do you not like them?" she asked bluntly. Her eyes searched his expression as she asked this. She didn't want to pry, but it slipped and she knew people hated talking about their personal life, her especially. She looked down at her hands and sighed as memories came back, but shoved it to the back of my mind and looked back over at him.

With a clatter behind her, Isabella jumped a bit in shock. Turning around she saw one of her dearest friends she had made since moving to this school; Arty. A cheeky grin swept her face, she had forgotten that he stayed after school for his artwork. She probably would have done the same, but by the time volleyball practice was over she usually was exhausted and starving. "Arty!" she exclaimed happily, watching the boy put his shirt on rapidly. She laughed, "No wonder you stay after school, you exhibitionist you." she teased, sticking her tongue out at him. "We're here because-" she started, before being interrupted by the boy sitting against the wall with his computer.

"I dunno who Isa is, but we're snowed in. That's all i know."

"I'm Isa." She started, pointing at herself with her thumb, "Isabella Roma." she answered quite annoyed with being interrupted, but that feeling soon fluttered away. "He's right though, the snow is too high to push away, we've all tried. We're stuck!" she pouted. She felt much more comfortable speaking to Arty than anyone at this school, and you could tell by her at ease sense of speaking with him.

"Isabella Roma." Timothy took a second look at the girl. It was her. Timothy blushed slightly, and went back to coding. he felt like an idiot.

Casper's gut told him to turn around and go home. The girl - he realized he didn't even know her name - she kept asking questions about him and that wasn't something he was used to. For him, the objective was to walk around everyday without catching anyone's eye. If it happened, scare them away. It was like a rule. But now someone was suddenly asking for everything, even about his parents. He exhaled a cloud of smoke before turning to her. He decided to answer the question - sort of. He couldn't understand why he didn't just tell the girl to leave him alone this time like he does with everyone. But he had already started to talk to her, so he might as well continue. She was right too. It might take a while before people notice that a couple of students weren't at home.

"You could say it like that, yeah," he replied calmly, noticing her looking straight at him. It was true, actually, if she meant that they have been ignoring him for his whole seventeen years and still never bothered to meet him. So there was that. Casper couldn't help but watch her carefully. Unlike him, the way she moved says a lot. He wondered what she was thinking about right now. Plenty of stuff, it seems.

Rafaella's head jerked up. She noticed that she had been sleeping with her right cheek against the open pages of her note pad, probably because she slept late the night before watching anime on her phone.
"It's getting late," she thought, looking at the clock on the wall of one side of the library. Going to the library after school was normal for her. She would either sleep, read, or write things in her note pad there. The librarian is also familiar with this, which is why she left the key to the library with Rafaella after her shift was done. Raf took out the key from the right pocket of her jeans before standing up. She grabbed her things that were on the table and stuffed them in her ransel backpack, not caring if they ended up messy in there, then she slung the bag over her left shoulder. She glanced out the window at her left and noticed that it was snowing really hard. "I knew it. Never trust the weather forecasts,"she thought, putting on her hoodie. Looking around the library, she sighed, seeing that she was the only one there. Not that it wasn't normal, though. She always hoped someone would be there, that she wasn't alone, but alas, it was always false hope. Too bad for her. She then proceeded towards the door leading out the library.

After locking the door behind her, she put the key in her pocket again, then walked through the silent, empty hallways, turning corners every so often. She wondered if there were even any other people there besides her. She was about to turn the last corner and she would be seeing the exit, but stopped in her tracks when she heard voices from the direction she was heading for.
"Question answered, Raf. Sucks to be me," she thought as she listened to the conversation.
"He's right though, the snow is too high to push away, we're all stuck!,"she heard someone say.

"Great. VERY great,"Raf thought. Seeing as she had no other choice, she turned that corner, gaining the attention of the unknown people, and walked towards them.

"Uh, hello? It's snowing really hard, so might as well take shelter here?,"Raf spoke up.

Arty blushed so hard his face turned bright red when Isa called him an exhibitionist, "Well usually the only other person here is Mr Polanski...the janitor..." Arty put on his jacket and picked up his art supplies, he then listened in shock as it was made clear that no one was leaving at all at least until tomorrow. Arty was internally terrified but he managed a smile, if anyone spotted his nervousness it would be Isa, "Well no ones gonna want to sleep on the cold floor." Arty looked around at everyone, "lucky for us they keep blankets and pillows for emergencies in the art room closet." Arty looked at Isa, his expression was clear he had no desire to be stuck here, "And if we really are stuck we should find the warmest room in the building in case the power goes out...that way it stays warm until someone digs us out." Arty looked at Isa, "and me and you should talk in a minute Isa...I have something I've held off on showing you till I was ready, so why not now."

Andre said
Casper's gut told him to turn around and go home. The girl - he realized he didn't even know her name - she kept asking questions about him and that wasn't something he was used to. For him, the objective was to walk around everyday without catching anyone's eye. If it happened, scare them away. It was like a rule. But now someone was suddenly asking for everything, even about his parents. He exhaled a cloud of smoke before turning to her. He decided to answer the question - sort of. He couldn't understand why he didn't just tell the girl to leave him alone this time like he does with everyone. But he had already started to talk to her, so he might as well continue. She was right too. It might take a while before people notice that a couple of students weren't at home."You could say it like that, yeah," he replied calmly, noticing her looking straight at him. It was true, actually, if she meant that they have been ignoring him for his whole seventeen years and still never bothered to meet him. So there was that. Casper couldn't help but watch her carefully. Unlike him, the way she moved says a lot. He wondered what she was thinking about right now. Plenty of stuff, it seems.

Faeya nodded. "Yeah. I can sorta understand that." She looked back at him and smiled, though her head was in a much darker place than the smile she portrayed. "I'm Faeya, by the way. Seeing as I never really told you my name before I just started harrassing you." She looked down at her feet for a second before saying "you may know me as the girl guys hate, if you ask any of the guys." Faeya smirked slightly at that. Guys were either turned on cowards or overly masculine cowards when it came to her personality. She wasn't really a pretty girl, 50s type of girl. She stuck to her guns and blew off the guys due to her unwillingness to get to know them.

Casper was tempted to disagree with her saying that she understood, but he figured it would be rude, maybe insensitive. Wow, I care about being rude now? He sighed, frustrated with himself. The way he was acting now was weird for him. It was probably the weather. When she smiled, he was relieved.

"I'm Faeya, by the way. Seeing as I never really told you my name before I just started harrassing you."

He nodded, a little grateful that she decided to introduce herself, and that he didn't have to ask. Now, half of his thoughts was screaming at himself, telling him to stop and run off and forget this Faeya girl, but the other half was getting excited. It had been a while since he had a conversation with a girl. Or have a girl say her name to him. Or even have a conversation this long with anyone, really. Right now he felt as if he got stuck under the ocean a couple of years ago or so, and then suddenly he was pulled up. And the quiet part of him wanted to go back to the stupid ocean. It was crazy.

Casper realized he had spaced out, and she had said some more things while he was stuck thinking. He took a breath and forced the will to compose himself again. "Oh - that's a cool name. Yeah." Chill. Chill. "They do? Why?"

Solomon frowned intensely at the door, [i]very[i/] intensely. To the door's credit it didn't seem to give a shit as it just stayed shut instead of exploding like he wanted it to. Even as Isabella walked away he stayed back staring at the door that seemed to be laughing at him, and he could feel his temper starting to boil.Taking a deep breath and thumbing the dogtag around his neck, he managed to calm himself down enough to get the hell away from the door before he ended trying to put his fist through it. "Hey wait for me!"

"Sup, all?" His voice easygoing again , as he pushed the doubt and frustration away. Wow there were a lot of people still stuck here. The school had really screwed the pooch on this one, He couldn't wait for someone to go down for this nonsense. Still being stuck in school now had its perks and he intended to make the most of the situation. He showed up just in time to catch them discussing what to do with their situation. "Well the library's pretty warm, plus it has those couches. Much rather sleep on one of those than the floor."

"Well the library's pretty warm, plus it has those couches. Much rather sleep on one of those than the floor." A new person said.

Timothy didnt look up, but he said, "Good idea." Timothy closed his laptop and put it away. "I'll get some blankets." He began towards the art room.