(I'm just gonna swap back and forth with names to test it out. >.>)

[b][Group B (Clay) - Infirmary, Second Floor Main Building][/b]

The intense smell of blood was driving the silencer absolutely batty,

even so Clay sat patiently on the bench. Patient through the eyes of any witness, the creature was in reality fitted to explode. He felt as though he could feel the blood in the crisp air around him, as if temptation itself was tickling his being. Thoughts explored into blowing something up, and in response he hugged the fairly large bazooka sitting next to him. Clay patted it's green exterior passionately, and while feeling it's pain his eyes grew wet. What was he to do without ammo? He woke up in heaven, only to find himself without means to enjoy it. 

"I'm sorry girl," he cooed quietly, before turning his head to the sniper rifle leaning on his right. "I'm very sorry," Clay hugged his rifle as well, reaching down with both weapons to pick up the ridiculously built mini-gun at his feet. "I'm deeply sorry," with the turret on his thighs, he opened his coat further to reveal both his deagles. "I'm extremely sorry," he pulled out the hidden handguns from his sleeves, "Words cannot describe how sorry," it was too much for him, and he just hugged all his weaponry in sorrow; He didn't even bother pulling out the shotgun, hopefully it would understand.

[b][Group B (Ketlin B) - Classroom 1-A, Second Floor Main Building][/b]

After a few moments of silence, the robot barked aloud: "that mother... FINE! WHO NEEDS YA?!" Ketlin began to reel himself up again, assuring himself logical reasons as to why he abandoned him. "dude probably couldn't even withstand my looks, jealous much? Yeah." His entrance back to the hallway was greeted with the voice of the girl he was just trying to save. With a blink in confusion, he tried to piece together how the girl could have gotten out of the pit. Ketlin walked over the locker, unhooked his hand, and set off for the sound's source.