[i][u]Adam Leo Blackmore.[/u][/i] --- The students were not pleased with the Headmaster's speech, and Adam couldn't blame them. It truly seemed as if the Headmaster was apathetic to the fact that a student had died... It should have been Adam that was on the stage. Adam who should have spoke kindly of Vera. Not Dellamorte. He let out a sigh the moment the Headmaster left the stage, and figured it's not too late to fix what the Headmaster failed to do. He turned to Ruben and nodded, "If you'd excuse me..." He quickly took two steps towards the stage - but stopped when Henry Olin took initiative. Hmph, Adam was fine with Olin taking the stage for him. He leaned up against the wall and crossed his arms, listening eagerly. He spoke very kindly of Vera, and said the things that Adam would have. It didn't matter who did it, but someone has to look good in the face of the Headmaster. The students approved, and Adam himself approved... Up until Henry decided to take matters into his own hands - or where the real problem lied; the students. Adam got up off the wall. Henry was encouraging the students to tell him anything he knows. No, this was unacceptable, Simply unacceptable. Even if he told them not to investigate it, that was promoting the idea that the students should get involved. When Henry walked out of the room, Adam felt that it was only appropriate to follow him. After all, he was leaving the room, and Adam felt like this was a conversation that was best had behind closed doors. He had the sinking feeling that Henry would have expected this. He managed to catch up with Henry pretty fast. "Mr. Olin! I'd like to have a word with you..." He said as he put up a finger. "... I truly understand how you feel about Vera, but what you did was not the best course of action." His gaze did not leave Henry for a second. "What you've done is encourage even more students to take matters into their own hands. I do respect your cause, but you have to think about the students as well. They are not as calculated as you and I." --- [u][i]Deborah Lillian Termellio, & Shannon Jacqueline Balore.[/i][/u] --- "Hell no!" Deborah grit her teeth as she slammed her fist onto the handles of her chair. The Headmaster's speech left her absolutely livid. Her eyebrows were furled, and she had pursed her lips. "That's bullshit!" She hissed through her teeth again. This was ridiculous. Was the Headmaster expecting us all to forget about this?! Yes, that fat bastard was. He tried to, but if it wasn't for her, word of Vera's death would have never got this far. Deborah promised herself that she would find out who killed Vera, screw what anyone in this school says. This was her mission and she'd never let anyone get in the way. "Typical..." Shannon rolled her eyes, crossed her arms, and sunk back into her chair. Blowing a strand of hair out of her face with a puff of air. This wasn't unexpected, honestly. The Headmaster have to save face, has to do anything to keep that dough rolling in. What easier way to accomplish that than trying to have everyone forget about a goddamn murder? Everyone here thinks that's bullshit - especially Shannon. She knew that he only tried to do this for himself. He didn't care about Vera - he doesn't care about [i]anyone[/i] except for himself. That's just simple human nature. However, Deborah was losing herself to her anger. She gently placed her hand down over Deborah's and calmly said, "Calm down, Debs." She started off with a nod, "You're not going to get anything down by getting riled up." "No, I won't," Deborah quickly snapped, "I refuse to sit down and let him - no, [i]anyone[/i] try to sweep this under the rug to save their own goddamn ass...." She followed that up with an "Argh" before looking off to the side. Oh, Nicholas was here. She hated the fact he would have to see her swearing and all riled off. "I know you're not going to do nothing." Shannon assured her, "The Headmaster is just showing us what kind of bastard he is. He isn't important. He can't stop us even if he wanted to." "Yeah, you're..." Their conversation was interrupted when Henry got up and took to the stage ([b]He is giving Vera the send off she [i]deserves[/i][/b]). [i]Yes, Henry, thank you[/i]. Deborah nodded her head and listened with open ears. Every word he said, every kind he said, resonated within Deborah. It reminded her of what she was herself. While she wasn't a healer like Vera, she knew that she was a good person and made a difference even in the small ways. Huh, funny. Deborah and Vera were quite alike, they both [i]understood[/i] people. Thus, they could level with them, and help them. While Vera was gone, Deborah would do her best to take her place. But the matter at hand was showing Henry her support. She smiled and stood straight up off the chair - she started clapping. Clapping loudly. Clapping to show Henry how she feels. Clapping to encourage everyone else. Even Shannon got up and started clapping. Henry walked off, and that was Deborah's cue to move along too. She had her group of Mystery Hunters right here. Shannon, Aislin... Sans Red. She planned on getting to the bottom of this - with help of course. She would prefer handling this herself. It's her personal mission, and while it was the same to Henry... Maybe the lizard-man could be of help, after all. Deborah smiled as she turned her body towards her group. "That was nice, don't you all say?" Deborah said with a smile. "I think it's time that we all move along, yes? I... have things to do, but we can have our talk, Aislin." She nodded at Aislin, and turned her head towards Nicholas who wasn't too far away. "You can come along too, Nicholas." --- [u][i]Jago Andrew Javuant.[/i][/u] --- Oh, haha, looks like the Fruit-loop trying to make some jokes. Key word here, ladies and gentlemen, is [i]trying[/i]. Pirate? Bitch, Jago ain't no Jack Sparrow. He blew out a puff of air that sounded like a whistle. His head turned away from June. "Oh, haha, you got some jokes, huh?" Jago replied in a dismissive tone as his gaze returned to the Fruit-loop himself. "Yo, you forget. All ya' need is some make-up then you'd be a goddamn clown-" Jago stopped his retort ([i]I had plenty more, yo[/i]!) when the room suddenly went silent save for some tapping. Instinctively, the boy stopped dead in his tracks. It was the goddamn headmaster, [i]finally[/i] here to grace us with his presence. Like the goddamn leader he is. Jago ignored June for the duration of the speech - because fuck that guy. Jago's brown eyes were facing the headmaster dead on. Most of what the guy said was - shocker! - worthless bullshit trying to save face. It'd actually be surprising if it [i]wasn't[/i] complete bullshit. There... There... Honestly, Jago was getting angry at the Headmaster just because of one sentence. One measly little line that more or less meant "pretend this shit never happened and you're friend's alive!". Now that set Jago off. He clenched that bottle of soda so tightly that some of it spilled out onto himself, and the floor. Not that he really gave a damn at this point. He was just about ready to charge onto that stage and kick that motherfucker across the stage. It wasn't like Jago gave too much of a damn about the school. Yeah, all they'll do is kick him off the island - which was more of a reward at this point! "I swear to God, I'm going to kick somebody's..." Before he could take his anger too far, Mr. Olin decided to take the stage... Jago narrowed his eyes. He didn't think too highly of that freak of nature after that night's incident. "You better make up for that, Lizard-man..." He hissed. At this point, he had completely forgotten about the Fruit-loop's mere existence. Because fuck that kid - he's unimportant and Jago's angry. But what Lizard-man had to say... calmed him, somewhat. Well, at least it didn't make him want to tear the Headmaster's head (Pun intended) off. Henry spoke well of Vera - what that bastard Headmaster should have done. Henry called Vera a hero... Which is what she is. A hero. Jago used the term sparingly - because he isn't a hero. He's Jago Javuant, nothing more, nothing less. But Vera? He'd call her something like that. Lizard-man apologized for that little snap last night, and Jago had no choice other than to accept it. While he was a little pissed about it - it's all in the past, now ain't it? "A'ight, Lizard-man!" Jago nodded his head. Whatever. Jago's anger is directed at the Headmaster. Because if the fucker who killed Vera got off free, he was going to take a shit on the Headmaster's desk! But looks like Lizard-man's getting a little too big for his britches, eh? He wanted to do an investigation all by himself? Well, Jago respected that - because he ain't sitting on his black ass while everyone does something - but asking the students for help - in front of [i]Adam[/i]? Now that's gonna leave Adam butthurt - and lo and behold! Adam went straight for Henry. It made Jago smirk like a little shit. Asking the students for help was not the best idea. As for Jago? Fuck that. He didn't need to go to lizard-man for nothing. He doesn't need to go to [i]anyone[/i] for help - he fights his own battles - damn what anyone thinks. Speaking of which... Jago just noticed the fruit-loop was still here, with his fruity-ass hair. "Yo, Fruit-loop," Jago didn't even hesitate to share his nickname with June. "What the hell do you think of all of this?" [i]Even though yo' opinion probably gay... but that ain't the only thing that "probably gay", boy.[/i] --- [u][i]Theresa Sindel Obott.[/i][/u] --- Theresa had to raise an eyebrow when Little Miss Boring had to appear out of thin air. Oh goody, she's ready to show the world how much personality she has! Or whine some more about how her power screwed her over. Ugh. The second she starts, Theresa was going to walk off and never come back. She wasn't in the mood for this - her friend was dead and if anything, she should be the one angsting. But she isn't, she needs to be alone while she suffers. But Rosette was asking about her... like she honestly cared. Which was something Theresa was indecisive about, honestly. The only problem here was that Theresa was never really the type to open up and talk about her emotions. Because, man, she was all about the fun! Which she really isn't having right now - or simply can't. Even Rosette noted how different she's acting right now, and that's something. She hugged her legs even tighter now. "I'm fine... " She said, "It's just... that was my friend..." That was all she said in response to Rosette. But enough of that, The Headmaster has finally appeared and spoken to the crowd. It wasn't as... uplifting or professional, as Theresa thought it'd be. Pretend it never happened? No. No, just... no. Theresa knew Vera as a friend, and the last thing she was going to do was pretend it never happened. No. Just something that isn't in her nature. Vera was going to be kept in mind even as Theresa moves forward with her life. As she grows up and decides what the hell she even wants to do with her life. As the Headmaster walked off stage, Theresa muttered a silent "[i]Fuck you[/i]." underneath her breath. However, Theresa perked up the second Henry walked on stage. She uncurled her legs and placed them gently on the floor, she raised her head and listened. Yes... this was the send-off Vera needed. Theresa found herself smiling. "Thanks, Henry." She silently said to him. Theresa was indifferent to Henry's plea for help - because she wasn't going to get involved in that. That was the difference between Tess and half the people here; she [i]isn't[/i] a hero. No, she's not a hero - that's someone else's job. She's just... Theresa Obott. A transgendered girl that just wants to bide her time. Live life the way she wants to. But, Theresa got up and started clapping. Clapping loudly as she could.