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[gil_weston]

Week Name / Date / Time: 'Trick or Treat' / Tuesday, November 1st / 7:30 a.m.
Location: Teachers' Lounge
Open to: Larae, Professors
Currently Involving: Gil

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[prof_dalina]

Larae wasn't a happy camper. She'd actually been there. She'd seen the bodies. Niki's eyes.....She'd never forget them. They way they just looked off into space, never actually seeing anything. The horrible things that had happened the night before, they would hount her. She just knew it.

She walked into the teacher's lounge, her mind clouded by her own thoughts. She was so preoccupied, she didn't even notice Gil sitting there. As a matter of fact, she didn't until after she had gotten her coffee, and had sat down.

Looking up from the steaming mug, she noticed him. Oh, well, this was awkward. First time they had been alone since the childish incident. Of course, it was her fault on the large. She'd acted very rash. So, maybe it was time to settle this, and try to get things back to normal with them.

"Hello, Gil."

[gil_weston]

Gil looked up as Larae entered, his eyes following her as she busied herself with making her coffee. He actually wondered for a moment if she was going to ignore him and pretend that he wasn't even in the room, but when she sat and loooked genuinely surprised he breathed a bit easier.

Apparently she'd just been too caught up in her own thoughts; couldn't say that he blamed her.

"Larae," he replied somberly, giving her a slow nod in greeting. He paused, looking down to his coffee before taking a long, slow sip. He let the hot liquid slip down his throat before he took a deep breath and looked back to her.

"How're you?"

It wasn't exactly an idle sort of 'how are you'; no, it was definitely a concerned, worred question.

[prof_dalina]

Larae nodded back at him. She then turned and focused on her coffee for a moment. She just wanted to get lost in it. Never to return to reality. Niki. Chamberlayne. Dead. She shuddered, and then looked back up at the man sitting across from her. A man that she had once had a great friendship with.

And apparently? He still cared for her. The tone of his voice. It showed his worry. Maybe they could be friends again after all. "Oh, to be completely honest? I'm horrible. Nicholette was one of my favorite students. She showed so much promise. And....well, she's gone. And it happened here. What if it happens again?"

[gil_weston]

As Larae mentioned Niki, Gil cringed; she'd been an excellent student of his, as well. She always seemed to be so excited by the subject, to exhibit a true interest in it. And to know that a mind was gone, wasted away on a disgusting whim of a murderer... it was depressing.

He swallowed hard, then nodded at her slowly. "Yes, she was a delight," he agreed, feeling a lump in his throat as he referred to her in the past-tense. That was a somber notion -- past. As in no longer there.

Her last question made him look more determined, however, and he shook his head. "I don't believe it will happen again, Larae. I know that the security's already been tightened, more frequent shifts in patrolling and such. I believe the problem was being... alone, in the wrong place."