[hr][right][sup][color=ffffff][b]Hallway[/b][/color][/sup][/right][color=8882be]"I have reasons for my actions, Chester."[/color] Dulac stated matter-of-factly, [color=8882be]"I have accepted those reasons as valid, and that is enough for me. Your opinion on my means is not necessary or desired."[/color] Curtly, she turned her back on the boy, seeing no further reason to speak to him - save for one, final remark, spoken under her breath.

For a brief moment, just a second, the rain seemed to make no sound at all, the hallway was eerily silent, and her low, breathless voice seemed to carry on for miles and miles.

 
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[center][color=8882be]"It's for her own good, anyway."[/color][/center]

The sound of raindrops returned with the force of cannon fire, drowning out even her footsteps as the young woman continued along her path.

 
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[center][color=8882be][i]I hope you're able to deal with the other one, ma sœur cadette.[/i][/color][/center]
[center][color=8882be][i]You know just as well as I what is at stake here.[/i][/color][/center]
[hr][right][sup][color=ffffff][b]Classroom[/b][/color][/sup][/right][color=82ca9d]"Geh—"[/color] A timid complaint came from the boy as a large wad of paper bounced off his shoulder. No one was paying enough attention to mind, and he shakily reached down to grab it.

But something seemed off. The noise he let out sounded like it had actually hurt him - as though the large wad of paper, however lightly, had struck a fresh bruise. The shaking of his arm as he reached down, and the slowness of his movements, all suggested that he was suffering from physical pain.

He unwrapped it gingerly, as though trying to avoid a papercut, and let out a frustrated sigh as he received only a question mark for his trouble.

The boy glanced at the clock, then back to the paper. Then, slowly, he turned his head back to Kat, who was now sitting alone. His face wasn't threatening or forceful - it was meek, beaten down, and pleading. A worried frown, a biting of the lip. And a subtle, easy to miss, shaking of the head.

 
[sup][color=bbbbbb]"They'll let us out soon, right?"

"We should grab our umbrellas."

"I hope they fixed the bathroom flooding..."[/color][/sup]

															[sub][color=222222]the [b]prisoners[/b] are released from their [b]cell[/b][/color][/sub]
The clock reads fourteen after. There is one minute remaining before the students here are allowed to leave.