[u][b]Luke Schwarz -- Not Dead[/b][/u]

Walking into class, Luke grabbed himself an empty seat, Jack and the oddly teamless Sangue nearby. Seemed like the former was actually looking forward for this class, while the latter...

[i]Well, to start with, she's awake.

So, history...[/i]

Tearing out a fresh new sheet of paper from his notebook, he idly flipped his pencil as he waited for class to start, content to allow his mind to wander in the spare bit of free time left in passing period. History was taught by Professor Oobleck, who he'd heard (from multiple sources) to be an eccentric man to say the least, at times hard to follow, albeit entertaining. Had a penchant for coffee, to an almost worrying degree, unmistakably dark green, wild hair standing on end...

[i]Looks like he's not here yet.

Well. "Eccentric", I suppose.[/i]

Then again, eccentricity was a relative term. He was a fairly quirky young man in his own right, let alone a certain foxy--

[i]Heh.[/i]

--teammate of his that he... hadn't seen since first period.

Now that was [i]really[/i] weird.

The pencil flipping again, he muttered a soft, contemplative [b]"Hn."[/b] to himself.