[@Letter Bee]

On Pablo's way to the faculty room, there were several students loitering outside their class, a clear sign that theirs was not the only one without a teacher present. Some went a bit further than outside their classrooms, cutting classes and leaving the floor altogether. 

At the faculty room itself, the doors were strangely locked, however, raised voices could be heard from the inside, however they we muffled and inaudible due to the obnoxiously loud hum of a nearby aircon. 

[i]". . . can't give . . ."

"Demands tha . . . !"

". . . terrorists . . ."[/i]

And then suddenly, the hall behind Pablo fell silent. The constant stream of chatter coming from the students died out without warning. A man with light brown hair combed neatly to the side, dressed in a simple dark blue [i][url=http://www.barongsrus.com/barong/images/item_3039_pp.jpg]barong tagalog[/url][/i]. Coal dark eyes stared at Pablo -- no, past him, to the faculty room -- and his expression was unreadable.

On terms of looks alone, he should have been nothing worth mentioning. His face was unassuming -- handsome, yes, but not someone you'd remember. But he was remembered. Everyone who watched his interview remembered him. The way he spoke, the power in his bearing, and the sheer [i]presence[/i] he held had been burnt into their collective memory. Coupled with the suddenness of his arrival, small rumors that were quickly escalating into urban legends had sprung up in his wake. 

No, there was no forgetting this man.

The Director paused in front of the faculty room, and turned to stare at Pablo. Despite this being their first meeting, the man spoke with him familiarly, as if they were friends.

[color=ed1c24]"Mr. Legazpi, I have this under control. Now please return to your class and inform your classmates that your teacher will be arriving soon."[/color]

The man touched the door knob, and a small [i]click[/i] was heard as he opened the door. For one moment, the raised voices inside could be hear, before quickly becoming sibling to the silence in the halls.[hr]
Back in the classroom, things had devolved even more, to the point that the classroom was more like a park hangout. Desks and chairs were rearranged and put together to make small tables. Some students were playing cards -- with gambling money to go with it -- while others took out phones or laptops. What they were watching was up to the imagination, though it was safe to say that more than a few were viewing pornography. Other students crumpled up notebook papers and were using them to play basketball, with roll-down projector screen as the replacement hoop. One student had jacked her phone to the class speakers and started playing music on them.

Volume, of course, was raised to its maximum. 

The two students arguing with each other earlier exited the class together. Some others followed them, faces grinning excitedly.

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