[h3][color=6ecff6]Sebastian Prescott[/color][/h3]
September 5th, 1969
0731 HRs


Sebastian kept his focus on Lucy while she spoke, he hurdled a shrug towards the young woman before looking over his shoulder. [i]"Well, I was working full time all summer at my dad's construction company. It kinda sucked, with the heat and all y'know? I'm just glad the weekend is here, it's typical that the first week of school never feels like the first day because of time table issues and class changes. I just hope, y'know maybe I have a class with you or something. Otherwise, I'll see you at the club meetings and during stories, maybe." [/i] With that Sebastian made his way over to his old desk he was posted at (usually) last year and opened the drawer, taking out a pack of gum. [i]"Want some?"[/i] He said walking back to her, extending his hand.

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[h3][color=ed1c24]Nick Kostashe[/color][/h3]
September 5th, 1969
0810 HRs

Nick made his way up to the front of the line, he was just outside Taggert's office and it appeared there was a lackey helping him - albeit, in the form of a student. He turned back to briefly talk to Alex, when the opportunity presented itself. [i]"Listen to chick I'm not batman, I'm not that rich - anyway. What I did in the summer is no news to anyone, or business I'm just trying to get out of here to the front. As for that old fucker, Jones he's gonna get his car done in today. I'm leaving during the assembly to do it, so if you want front row tickets. It'll be out front."[/i]

[i]Besides, I'm the best at everything I don't need a reminder."[/i] With that he turned back to the line, his foot tapping on the hard tiles below his feet. The impatience of the line seemed to run up the man's back, his hands crossed over his midsection as he held himself. Waiting for hell week to end, for him - it had only started.

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[h3]Principal Wilson Hines[/h3]
September 5th, 1969
0815 HRs

The old man, Mr. Hine finally made it to his office. Passing the school secretary Mrs. Michaels he walked into his rather larger office, beside his was Mr. Jones office which paled in comparison. Hines walked up to Jones's office to see if he was in, he sat down in his own office and opened a small drawer from his desk which he then took an unlabeled bottle out from within. Keying down the talk button on the school speaker, he spoke of the system with a soft elderly voice. [i]"Could Vice Principal Jones, please report to the main office. Vice Principal Jones."[/i]


He reached back into the drawer and retrieved two whiskey glasses and a wife of Mrs. Hines (formerly Mrs. Jones). He placed both items on his desk, before opening his bottle. A shot of some sort came from the front of the school, Hines turned around to investigate as he rolled his chair over to his window. It was just Stricklen's junkie tow truck moving as it dragged Jackson's patrol car back to his shop. He turned back around and came to his desk.

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