[center][color=007FFF][b]Abel Fulgurate[/b][/color][/center]

Slow and steady was the gameplan today.  Tuning out those around him and attuning his focus wholly to the math, Abel worked through the assignment with a stalwart precision, not as fast or as effective as others perhaps, but acceptable nonetheless.  Whenever he hit a snag, he made sure to avoid becoming impatient, and would try a problem over from the beginning rather than trying to make work something he may have very well messed up.  It was serving him decently well as the hour dragged on, but toward the latter half of instruction, his mental shield was breached by the sound of music, low now but increasing in volume by the minute.  Abel cast an irritated glance around the room, frowning at the students in the area from where the music seemed to be emanating.  He did not, however, spot a scroll, mPod, or any other device capable of playing such a tune.  It was several more minutes, in fact, when the music had risen enough to almost completely demolish any semblance of productivity, that Abel realized that the music came not from within, but without.

[i]”Come, come, come to me
I'm hanging by a single thread
Come to me and save my life
I can't love you when I'm dead[/i]

Not the least annoyed among the individuals in the class was Professor Fullbuster.  After tweaking his mustache in consternation, he said to the class, “How strange.  None of the other classes could be responsible for this.  Someone must be outside the building.”  He pressed a few buttons on his watch.  By now, the beat of the projected song was beginning to shake the building itself.  After his watch had been set to 'weapon' mode, Algernon Fullbuster made haste out of the class, leaving the door open.  With nothing being said about staying put, a few of the more inquisitive students in the class abandoned their arithmetic to see what the fuss was about.  At the forefront of this movement was an all-girl team, led by a speedy girl in red, and their curious eagerness broke the ice for some of the others to join the crowd heading out, Abel among them.  Smoothing down his superb blue jacket, Abel hurried along, trying to resist the urge to put his hands over his ears.  The source of the sound was leading the people toward the school's rear entrance, and as they grew nearer, it grew louder, enough to rattle the stately glass windows of Beacon.