[u]Codi Bailey and Atticus Fowler [/u]

Codi and Atticus sat next to each other in the auditorium when the meeting had been called; arriving much earlier than the majority of students, because neither of them really had anything else to do. Classes had been cancelled for the event, and because the two of them had been repeatedly receiving shocks from either witnessing events, or hearing the news, it was difficult for them to concentrate on their hobbies, which required more mental focus than what they were currently capable of. Codi would have gone and trained her powers until the poor parasitic urchin’s arms and her own body had given out, if Atticus didn’t reason with her and convince her to give her body a break. She had intensely worked yesterday, and as it turned out, she had woken up extremely sore all over the next day. She also felt a prickling sensation all over, like the kind of itching felt when someone had just gotten better circulation back into a limb. It wasn’t an unpleasant itch, but it was still distracting, regardless. She was wearing jeans with a backless halter-neck top that was patterned with red, purple, and yellow, matching Reef’s bright fiery coloration.

Atticus, in the meantime, had switched back to his human form, and was wearing a plain white t-shirt with dark navy-blue shark designs on it, along with plain jeans. As usual, he was wearing dark, tinted lenses that completely prevented people from seeing his eyes. Someone might have made fun of the fact that he was wearing them indoors, but for all anyone knew, he had laser eyes and couldn’t stop himself from obliterating the school without them. While Codi folded her arms and hunched forward uneasily in her seat, Atticus made no facial expression, but his posture suggested he was alert for something. The two sat in relative silence, but an uneasy, tense aura hung about them, as though the stress were a physical thing that could be felt.

[u]Rosette Sauveterre [/u]

Near Theresa, Rosette’s shape materialized out of nowhere, phasing into reality as though she really were a ghost. She breathed hard for a moment, looking panicked, but as nobody could hear her breathing, it didn’t draw any attention unless they saw her up close. She finally calmed down, and looked at Theresa, who was curled up into a ball in the corner, the very image of despair. Rosette felt an odd combination of sympathy and annoyance, at this. On one hand, she was aware that seeing someone die was painful, and that she herself had been in a similar state once, and at the same time, she was irritated, because Theresa had never seen anything as terrible as what Rosette herself had been through, and yet she was wallowing in self-pity. There was a bit of mental conflict, as Rosette knew people who hadn’t witnessed horrible things couldn’t know, and yet she was inevitably prone to judge based on her own experiences.

Rosette was wearing a slim, form-fitting grey zip-up collared jacket with sleeves that had holes that her thumbs went through. She was wearing lighter jeans and pure black running shoes. The scarf she wore today was a cotton one with lime green, dark purple, and yellow, with a few black touches to emphasize that it was a flower pattern. It was an overall lighter form of dress than the dark monochrome from the day before, but it was clearly something that defined her personal form of dress. It also took away a bit from the paleness of her features, although today, she was not wearing any makeup, and an old, cut-like scar, about an inch in length, was present beneath her right eye, extremely noticeable. Usually the makeup was applied to hide it, but Rosette did not see the point of doing so today.

She watched Theresa for a bit longer, going completely unnoticed, as there was no way to actually sense her presence, before she folded her harms, and soundlessly sat down a distance from her, feeling it was appropriate not to get too close. She looked at the woman for a bit more, before she decided to say anything, “Your friends will start to worry about you, if you act like that.” She said, before looking at the ring on her right hand. It was a gorgeous ring that had belonged to her late grandmother, something that Rosette never removed from her finger. “Your happiness yesterday aggravated me to no end, but now it seems as though you are shutting down completely.” She observed.