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Whew, I finally finished my exams! ;0;

I'll be able to get a post up hopefully today, depending on how things go ;w;''
As the rest of the class headed to the computers, Bonny found a nice place to sit to do her own work. It wasn’t far from the class, and she wasn’t taking up a computer either. Seemed fine to her. Once she had found her place to study, Bonny flipped through to the first stickynote in the textbook and began to read.

Her concentration broke when she heard a familiar voice calling for her, and she looked to see Sally gliding around without a care in the world. It looked kind of fun, she wasn’t gonna lie. “He seems really nice to me. Heck, all the teachers I’ve met so far have been nice.” She wondered if Sally was on break, or just messing around in class. “We are? I guess that’s alright. What dorm are you in, and do you guys have a time?” She cast a quick look to her teacher- hopefully talking while in class about stuff regarding another class wouldn’t get her in trouble.
Everything was already organized for her. Perfect. She turned and cast a quick look to the book on what she assumed to be her desk before looking back to the teacher. “Thank you; I think I’ll take the time to look everything over, so I can get a good idea of where I’m supposed to be with background knowledge”. It was even sticky noted, just for her; she had to appreciate the time that must have taken.

His question took her a little bit by surprise, but she answered regardless. “Well, at least where I’m from things were pretty peaceful. There’s not really a lot of fighting that I’ve seen, and most of the mutant related groups aren’t too close to me. A little boring, really, but in a good way.” It was rather easy to assume he was from Canada as well, and the second part of his statement made her smile a little. Having someone to relate to on a matter like this wasn’t something she was expecting, but it was reassuring. She managed to squeeze in a quick closing before being sent to her seat. “Of course. Thanks again for the notes!”

She watched as the rest of the class was given their instructions, and once the cue was given to stand, she put down her bag, quickly took out a pencil and paper, grabbed the textbook, and followed the kids that were heading down to the library. Back home, students had to stay with teachers even if they were playing catchup- she didn’t see why this would be different. She’d do the individual work in the library with the rest of the class.
Aaaaa sorry I wasn't on to reply! Finals are starting up for me ;-; I'll read over what I missed tonight and get something up between homework.
I'm here! Just been... super duper inactive, aaa ;o; once a new mission kicks off or I'm needed again I'll be able to slide in ;w;'''
Bonny had been rather immersed in her notes, to the point where the bell caught her off guard. She was starting to grow comfortable with the information she was learning, and even managed a handful of questions on her own, but she knew she would have to study that night to make sure she knew what she was doing. And go over all of her history notes, and the notes from every other class. She wasn’t looking forward to all the catch up, that was certain. She quickly finished off the note she was writing at the prompt of the bell, and folded up her binder to prepare for the next class. It was business, right? Then she had a break that she could take.

Once her books (and her toy fox; she couldn’t forget him) were all packed up, she stood and hoisted her bag over her shoulder. She waved at Shawn before he left the room, and watched as the corpse mover left as well. The mutation was still pretty creepy to her, manipulating the dead and all, but she’d get used to it. She waved a farewell to the teacher as well before heading out to her next class. It wasn’t too far, and she made it on time. For once, she was one of the first students to get to class, leaving her some time to introduce herself to the teacher and see what exactly was going on in the class.

She headed to the teacher's desk and made eye contact with the professor. “Hello, I’m Bonny. The new kid. It’s nice to meet you, and I look forward to being in this class. Do you happen to have any sort of handout or catchup booklet on what the class is doin’?”.
Bonny decided to avert her gaze when the student moved from bringing out dead hands to dead heads. Sure, this was a place for mutants, and she expected to see some bizarre powers (she had her own, after all), but just because she expected it didn’t mean actually /seeing/ it would be any less strange to her. Regardless, she realized staring would be rude, and focused herself solely on her work. Luckily, the teacher asked the student to keep his… heads… voice low, so Bonny didn’t have to hear the corpse talking very loud. Pleasant.

She focused on the teacher as he spoke, writing down information she didn’t know as well and jotting quick point form notes on the stuff that she did. She noticed as she wrote that lots of the kids had their own ways of studying- there were those using their mutations to help, some were taking notes, and others had formed quiet groups to review together. Though she planned to work on her note taking alone, it felt nice to be in such a relaxed class.
Im gonna throw a vote in for mysterious biker; not sure if bonn would be much of a help in a hunt, haha ;_;

I've been a little on and off with being productive, so hopefully I can get a post up and read what I've missed x.x
Shawn came over and marked off a few things on her paper- equations she didn’t quite recognize along with notes explaining them to a decent degree. She looked back and gave him a small nod of thanks as he headed off to help the other kid. He was a pretty nice dude, helping the new students and such. She went back to work when he headed off, applying the new notes she had gotten in the areas she was stuck in. It took a little bit of effort in rearranging, but soon she was producing answers that matched the textbook. At this rate, the notes coupled with what she already knew would help her keep up with the class.

She looked over to see how her tutor was doing, and was instantly shocked to see disembodied hands writing in front of the other kid. Dead, rotten, hands. Well, that was certainly nightmare fuel for her. She tensed up, looking between the owner of the hands and the hands with a mix of shock and disgust. … Why? Why were they even doing this in class? Seeing dead hands move around was not something she needed to see. She jerked her focus away and back to her paper, trying to wipe that disturbing mental image from her brain. She hoped it didn’t give her nightmares…
I'm sorry for being a little inactive- I'll try to get a post up tonight or tomorrow! ;o;
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