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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] Out running → Campus Safety Building
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] Lucas via text [@Legion02]
[b][u]Mood;[/u][/b] Determined → Annoyed → Concerned/Confused → Irritated → Impatient [/center] 
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Keats was not a busy man. He'd gone for a jog around the school to stretch his legs after the meeting, psyching himself up to get started with his training. Getting himself in the right place mentally, so he could kick some major ass when the time came. There wasn't any point practising his moves if his thoughts weren't ready to keep up with the fighting. So, maybe surprisingly, the first thing on Keats' training agenda was to get his thoughts in order. After his jog, he figured he'd just head to his room and relax.

Or at least, that was the plan before life got in the way. Always happened at this school. He'd noticed that someone was texting him while he was jogging, but didn't want to throw himself off by stopping. He was just getting back to the dorm building when he heard the intercom, the sound of his own name bringing him to a halt just in front of the doors. Looking at himself, Keats figured he wasn't really dressed for a meeting, but why bother changing? It wasn't like he cared about being respectful to the fucking [i]wardens[/i].

As far as Keats was concerned, Leon Fulton and the rest of his them were just self-important assholes on a power trip. He couldn't care less what they had to say to him, but decided not to push his luck in case someone whose opinion actually mattered decided to get in on whatever the meeting was about. Keats had a few ideas about why he and Luke were being called in, but he didn't want to go jumping to conclusions.

Speaking of Luke... He checked his phone, noting the two texts. The first one was kind of unexpected. He couldn't think of anything that Luke would need to talk to him about off the top of his head. The second one, now that he could get on board with. Nothing better than a night at Delirium to take your mind off everything. He replied as he was walking over to the warden's office.

[center]To: [color=662d91]Luke[/color]

[color=#FFBF00]Talk after warden meeting? Get it done before tonight.[/color][/center]

He sent the text, pocketing his phone. Hopefully the talk wasn't about anything too heavy, but if it was then he wanted to get it over with before they headed out. Didn't want anything to be screwing up the mood. Besides, if they had the conversation there, it was completely possible that they wouldn't remember it the next morning. Keats didn't like repeating himself.

Deliberately taking his time about it, he made his way to the Campus Safety Building, carrying himself with his head held high. Whatever they confronted him with, Keats planned to own it. He always did, after all. Not like there was too much competition around here. If they were planning to come down on him hard, well, Keats was gonna take it with a smile.

Arriving in the lobby, Keats didn't bother ringing the bell. What did they expect him to do? 'Please Mr. Warden, could you let me come in and get a lecture?' 

Nah, he could live without that. If they wanted him to listen, they'd have to respect him. Step one in respecting him meant not forcing him to prance about and treat them like staff. Keats didn't respect the Wardens, and if anything thought they were kind of pathetic. Talk about sucking up to authority. Not to mention, for all their 'enforcement of the rules' crap, it wasn't like they ever changed anything.

So instead of being civil about it, Keats slammed his fist down on the counter, making a much louder noise than the bell probably would. [color=FFBF00]"You gonna talk to me, or just sit around with your heads up your asses like normal?"[/color] he growled once he'd gotten their attention. [color=FFBF00]"This'd better be quick. I got better things to do than hang around here."[/color]

Once he'd made it quite clear to everyone present that he was there waiting for his meeting, Keats stalked over to the other side of the room, leaning against the wall and scowling at any Warden that came into his line of sight. Now that he was here, he just wanted to get it over with.