-Kincaid Darkwood-

Kincaid sat away from the other students. She was sitting on the bleachers to the right, her legs crossed. She was simply observing her possible future victims. Possibly the only person she could even consider talking to was the woman who had a decent sense for fashion. Of course, that would mean she'd be going near that buffoon from before, and she didn't want to have to break any ribs so soon. Instead, the assassin leaned back, propping herself up on her elbows as she watched people come in.

-Gracen Hale-

Gracen walked into the gym, and scanned the room immediately. He spotted the girl in black sitting on the bleachers, and quickly averted his gaze. He saw a girl in white, and then the large guy who had managed to scare away the bitch. He decided to approach Briggs, and sat down on to his left. "So, you think we could take those off if we worked together? I'm pretty sure you'd be the strongest one in here after all." Gracen sat down with his legs crossed, putting his jacket down on his left leg. He knew that years of archery had built up plenty of muscle in his upper body, so if anyone could get those shutters open, it would have to be himself and the man sitting beside him.