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[i][u]Location:[/u]Lincoln Memorial High
[u]Interacting With:[/u] Jay Hunter-Darling [@McHaggis], Alicia Smith [@Nallore][/i][/center]
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Scout didn’t get much sleep that night. Her mind was clouded with visions, dreams that usually haunted her but now they came with the force of an army. She had woken up three consecutive times from the same nightmare, and each time she would sit up and gasp for air and then just fall right back asleep. Scout often times awoke due to her vivid dreams, but the constant sleeplessness she had experienced the whole night was odd, and unwelcomed. Looking back on the night as she walked begrudgingly towards the school, Scout found that she could also not remember the terror that had kept forcing her awake. No, she remembered waking up and falling back asleep each time, but the cause of this distress was merely a foggy plain in her mind. The small girl huffed once, kicking a can forward as she stepped carefully through the neighborhood. 

It was another quiet morning in Verona, quiet and somber really. Scout already saw countless sad or nostalgic looking faces in the windows of the opening stores around her, and she could only assume those who weren’t working or mourning at the graveyard were at the assembly, listening to the countless speeches that all sounded the same. Scout herself had only decided to go to the assembly because she knew Jay would be there, and honestly she was feeling very guilty for letting her best friend get his ass kicked. Though… Her hand traveled down to her wrist, where an old, huge watch sat tied tightly to it. The glass above the face of the clock was cracked, and Scout squinted to check the time. Noah had needed her at noon, and the assembly would merely last the morning, but still she felt nervous about the job for some reason. Like… The angel was still trying to convince her not to go through with it for some reason.

[i]when did you get so soft, scout?[/i]

A shady smirk met her lips, and Scout slowly pulled the hood of her dark-gray sweatshirt over her head as she drew closer to her destination.

By the time Scout reached the high school, a large crowd had already gathered to funnel into the assembly hall. Despite the amount of people there, however, the air surrounding the crowd was muted, quiet, save for two familiar voices that seemed to be screaming at each other. Scout pushed through the swarm of bodies, following the loud voices until she was met with an all too familiar scene; Jay’s step-dad, the cop that he was, had Jay’s ‘real’ dad by the collar, and the two were screaming at each other. Jay was not far from the scene, and Scout felt her eyebrows upturn at the sight of his new black-and-blues

[i]i swear i’ll kill that stupid rich boy.[/i]

Scout stood back for a bit, eyes focused mostly on the fight between Harold and Jamie, and once Alicia’s mother stepped up to break up their fight she made a beeline straight for Jay and Alicia, who had wandered up with her mother. 

[b][color=436EEE]”Hey guys.”[/color][/b] She greeted the two briefly, voice cool and calm as ever. Though her posture was lax and her eyes lazy, those close enough may take note of her left foot, which was tapping vigorously. Scout was nervous, yes, for many reasons. Jay’s injuries were one, obviously, and though her eyes tried to focus on the main stage she constantly felt herself sneaking glances at the bruised boy. Guilt filled her chest, and as it did her foot tapped even quicker, harder, forming a high-tempo beat she had not necessarily wished to perform. The other source of her worry was Noah’s job, but no one else needed to know that. Even if she did end up venting about her troubles, she wouldn’t say shit about the crime she was about to commit. That would be a death wish, really. Scout sighed once, eyes falling from the stage to focus on her friends again, though she remained silent, still, listening carefully to the two speak as she usually did when hanging out with more than one friend.