-Gracen Hale-
The archer sighed, having been completely ignored by the woman he was trying to escort. He shrugged mentally, and decided to leave the room. He put his bowstring into his jacket pocket, and then took it off. He opened the door, walking down the hall. He let the jacket hang on his arm, held close to his pink cardigan. He didn't want to get caught up in the antics of the group ahead, but he still wanted to make his way to the gym, so he had to walk at a pace much slower than his stride would allow.
-Kincaid Darkwood-
Kincaid didn't know how long she'd be here, or what would happen, but if that asshole tried anything again he'd be her newest victim. She stopped right by the nurse's office. She closed her eyes, breathing steadily. She was counting up prime numbers in her head, using it as a way to calm herself. She opened her eyes after she had calmed down, and kept walking. She wasn't sure the impression she'd made, but if it went as she planned, no one would try to mess with her for a little while. At least, that's what Kincaid desperately hoped for.