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The only response Jackie gave the boy was a slow blink of her eyes. Indeed, she stared at him quietly, not a word spoken and as if she was peering into his soul. It didn’t last forever of course, but no doubt it felt like it, Jackie finally stirring at his question. Caius; so that was his name. To his first question, she simply nodded to affirm her position her. It was the second question that was going to be difficult to answer…

[color=gold]“…..”[/color] Thankfully she was spared such an interaction when a death knell rang in the air. No doubt it would startle the thoughts and actions of those previously in conversation. Jackie turned her masked face to see a girl forcing her way through the crowds of students towards some preordained target. Given her reaction to the boy she wanted, throwing him to the table and pinning him down, it could almost be mistaken for…something else.

Jackie looked about, wondering if any student was going to stop the two of them from fighting. Or at the very least, a teacher would get involved? That was kind of their job….not that Jackie minded all too much. Seeing them go at it was entertaining enough, so much so that she opened her suitcase to fish for a paper and pen, placing them on the table.

For now she would ignore Caius, though he was free to glance over and see what she was doing. The word, “Angry Arms” and “Rough House” were written on opposite ends of the sheet before they were soon connected by a straight line. To what purpose and value any of this had, who could say. It probably only had meaning to Jackie herself. Whatever that was.