[u][i]Deborah Lillian Termellio.[/i][/u] --- [hider=Gorillaz Doncamatic (Joker Remix)][youtube]rPmW58Bv7kg[/youtube][/hider] (For now, Shannon's just hovering over the group since I dunno what I want to do with her) The Garden? Yeah, that works just fine for Deborah, it's nice and beautiful. The perfect place to get her mind off things. The best way to forget about the Headmaster's worthlessness. Deborah ran her hand over the back of her head, and nodded. Her eyes were dead on Aislin, and scanning the girl for anything she could for her power to activate ([b]Her reaction to the speeches are a reflection of mine[/b]). Understandable. Deborah was extremely aggravated by the Headmaster - which is why she's glad she decided to go against his orders right off the bat - but offset by Henry doing what the Headmaster should have done. However, that doesn't make everything right. There was still a dead woman that Deborah vowed to do everything in her power to get justice for.... Or was it less of a matter of justice, and just more of Deborah wanting to know who [i]would[/i] kill her. That thought worried her... And it showed as she stared worryingly into the floor as she bit her fingers. Her intentions were right? Helping people, right? ".... Yeah, Garden sounds okay," Deborah quickly snapped out of it and answered Aislin. She was going to get to the bottom of this. Regardless of being driven by small things such as morality, or her insatiable curiosity. At the corner of her eyes, she noticed that the Voss's were approaching. Her eyes wandered towards them ([b]They wish to come along[/b]). Hmm... There might be too many people around for Aislin to tell her tale. Deborah turned her eyes towards the girl and scanned for her body-language, that forced smile... ([b]Aislin is uncomfortable now[/b]). That was exactly what Deborah feared, but she can work with it, yes. Just dip into somewhere private for a moment and have this talk and move along. Deborah loudly sighed, "Yes, yes, everyone can come along..." Deborah took a few steps towards the exit, but she graced Aislin with the back of her own hand. Just for a second. That was enough for Deborah to open a mental link, and send a simple message: [i]I know you're uncomfortable around this many people, but we'll have quick chat elsewhere, okay?[/i] Manifesting in Aislin's head like an intrusive voice. Deborah flashed Aislin a quick smile as she walked out the door. Her whole group was following her. Funny, she had her own group here made out of people she knew for a grand total of a few days - Some of which have barely even been here for more than a few days themselves. Yet, they were already willing to follow her, and regard her as a friend (Because she'd do the same). Was her personality [i]that[/i] magnetic? Deborah turned her head back towards them, and smirked yet again. Guess so. Deborah's march was slow and steady. Eventually they made it, Deborah stepped inside after holding the door open for everyone. She took one look... Still the beautiful garden it always was. She took in one breath - but choose to remain focused. Her goal here was to talk to Aislin, then move on. She had plenty of time to enjoy the scenery. "Hey," Deborah said as she turned around to face her troupe. "I need to have a word with my girl Aislin here, you know, just for a few minutes." She grabbed onto Aislin's wrist and pulled her off - followed by Shannon. They were gone in a few second, but not for long. Deborah needed to find them a nice bench! It would need to be far away, and not covered in piss. An easy criteria to meet, actually. It wasn't long until she found a bench to sit down on. She sat down in the center of it - center being in between Shannon and Aislin. Deborah let out a sigh. [i]Time to get started....[/i] She thought to herself, almost saying it out loud. "Alright, what's up?" Deborah said, trying to hide the fact that she most likely knew. "You can talk to me about anything, Aislin, remember that." --- [i][u]Adam Leo Blackmore.[/u][/i] --- [i]I don't know loss...?[/i] Adam narrowed his eyes, and tried to keep that stern professional demeanor during Henry's whole speech against him. Though, he had to work really [i]hard[/i] to do so. It always had annoyed him when people went up against him like this. Of course he knew something about loss - Or, honestly, did he anymore? Many students have died on this island... it's almost like a statistic to him, as dark as that sounds. But, he needed to address the matter at hand here - Henry encouraging them to help. Adam isn't a dumb man, he knows that students will be getting into the matters, despite his wishes. They are young, [i]stupid[/i], and impulsive - a dangerous combination. Which is why he's going to stop them whenever he can. Because this is not a child's job, this is job for Adam. "With all due respect, Olin..." Adam said, glaring at Henry, taking one large step until they were face-to-face. "... I do not agree with the Headmaster either, I have no problems with you taking matters into your own hands, but keep [i]them[/i] out of it." He huffed, not moving an inch - his body was still as a statue. "Half of what [i]I'm[/i] going to be doing is making sure they don't get involved - and when they do, getting them out of it. Because do you understand what we're dealing with?" Adam asked Henry, breaking his eerie stillness, just for a second, he pointed back towards the Administration building. "We could be dealing with [i]anything[/i]. Do you honestly want the students out there attempting to handle it themselves, and do something stupid?!" Adam slammed it on his foot. In all honestly, after Adam said that, he knew that Henry would come up with some retort about how Adam's wrong. They always do. Which is what really made him realize how pointless this conversation is. Adam simply walked around Henry, rolling his eyes. However, after he got some distance away from Henry - around twelve or so feet - he turned back and looked at Henry. He gave him some last words, before leaving, "... If anyone gets hurt, it's on you." --- [u][i]Theresa Sindel Obott.[/i][/u] --- Who is this girl? Attempting to level with Theresa, get her to talk about her feelings... Bleh. One thing that Theresa did was never opening up easily. It was just too personal for her tastes. Too much emotion. Too much... Just too much. And not enough fun. Theresa couldn't help but notice the lack of a reaction from Rosette to anything really. Even now, she knew that there was something off about Rosette. She was so emotionless... It was just so off-putting to Theresa. "That's nice... thank you for the offer." Theresa calmly said to Rosette. "But I hope you understand, that I really understand, that you won't understand...." --- [u][i]Jago Andrew Termellio.[/i][/u] --- Dreadlock? Aw, how cute. Jago got himself a pet name. How fucking adorable. Jago rolled his eyes at his brand new pet-name. He took a long slurp of his soda - and drank it all to the bottom. The whole time he was giving the Fruit-loop here a narrow look. One that just said "Fuck off". Because if he keeps calling him "Dreadlock", he's gonna get flying kicked across the room. And he means hard enough to send him through fucking walls. Ugh. Whatever. Whatever kept Jago distracted - long as he kept up on [i]that[/i], then everything would be all dandy. Besides, Jago has some very vocal opinions about what happened - and aw, hell, what is good opinion if you can't share it? The first thing he did was discard that empty bottle of soda. Just tossed it on the ground. Wasn't like they didn't have people to clean it up! He pointed at the big-old Fruit Loop with one finger. "First off, [i]fuck[/i] our bitch-ass headmaster." That was the most eloquent way to put it! Fuck that guy. Just fuck him. But he had to continue, of course. The boy's not finished off. "Two, I expected that worthless bastard to try some shit like this, I saw it coming from a million miles away. Someone gotta cover their ass in all of this. Might as well be him...." Jago broke eye contact with June and scanned. Looks like Debs and their merry band is leaving. He rolled his eyes. He should be joining them - because, hell, if anyone's gonna do anything about it, it's gonna be Debby - and Jago, of course, there's way too fire in her heart. But here he is, talking shit to Fruit-loops. "But, ya' know..." Jago trailed off, rolling his eyes. "I'll tell you now, I don't think he'd do jackshit. I seen his type time and time again, and I'm sure he won't even be the last fat fucker that fits the bill." He crossed his arms. "It's up to people who don't sit around to actually get shit done, y'hear?"