-Kincaid Darkwood-
Kincaid let out an exasperated sigh. She truly was surrounded by idiots. Were these students truly the most gifted in the country? It made her embarrassed to be in the same class. She spoke up, and while she most definitely had a japanese accent, she was still understandable. "How dense can you all be? Of course this is Liberty Academy. We were all invited here, then we all wind up in the same classroom? If you think it's a coincidence, you're a bloody fucking idiot."
She walked to the one of the windows, lightly rapping on it with her knuckles. That wasn't a decoration. They were trapped here, without any information about what was happening. It brought a grin to the assassin's face. She honestly couldn't wait to meet the one behind this, and then rip his throat out with her hands.
-Gracen Hale-
Gracen stood up, stretching his arms. He pulled the knot on the string tied around his wrist, and quickly put it into his pocket. He groaned quietly, before sinking back into his seat. He looked around, and couldn't decide whether he should be nice to someone yet, or let this chaos play out. He did hear a girl ask about the steel plates, and he decided to speak up, his british accent thick. "Unfortunately not, miss. The schools I've attended in this country seem to encourage sunlight coming in."