HELLIONS!

[a_whiter_shade]

Characters: Emma Frost, Amadeus Cho, Cassandra Cain, Celeste Cuckoo, Zexion, James Matthew
Location: The English room
Time: Wednesday during lunch
Content: HELLIONS HELLIONS HELLIONS
Warnings: bitchiness

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[willnotkill]

Her satchel full of books-she-couldn't-read slung over her shoulder, Cass paused outside the classroom. Yes. This was the right place for the...team meeting.

She shifted the strap on her shoulder, then poked her head around the door. Ah. Teacher was here. She only understood about half of what this particular teacher said at any given time, but that was all right.

Entering, she looked at Emma, moving to sit at one of the desks.

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[x_l_o]

Amadeus came in next, his gait betraying not a little annoyance as he walked through the doorway. He supposed that having an advisory group wasn't so bad in theory, but if the call-out post for this particular group was anything to go by - well, his expectations weren't high.

Not to mention the fact that he was missing lunch for this little exercise, but whatever. It wasn't like he needed to do much serious thinking in this "school" anyway.

He nodded to the professor as he entered. There was already another girl in the classroom, as well; as he walked by her desk, he gave her a calculatedly-casual little wave and what he hoped wasn't a totally geeky smile. Might as well at least try to be nice - assuming this wasn't the "slow us down" loser, in which case he might as well pretend to be nice so as not to give her any satisfaction.

At any rate, he took the desk next to her, slouching into the seat and eyeing the professor's sushi appraisingly.

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Zexion took a bite of his sandwich as he strode along at his own even pace down the hallway. Pickled daikon, always his favorite. Although he wasn't in any hurry to get to the meeting, he still managed to be third through the doorway. He hadn't been looking forward to this meeting at all, and even now a sense of annoyance swept through his mind as he looked over at the others already seated. Still, it wouldn't do to reveal himself so fully, so he pushed down his scheming thoughts, putting on his usual mask.

"Good morning," he nodded to Professor Frost and to the others before he took one of empty desks. He bit into his sandwich, raising a brow at the other's lack of lunch. He rested his injured arm, still in its sling, on the desk as he leaned forward to appear properly engaged and attentive.