[URL=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0-7IHOXkiV8][COLOR=SLATEGRAY][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]M A T H E R   M E M O R I A L   H I G H   S C H O O L:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][sup][COLOR=SILVER]Tuesday, August 21[SUP]st[/SUP], 2018 - 02:50pm | The 'Loft'[/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT][/URL]
[INDENT][INDENT]Jonas allowed himself a small smirk as Makayla entered the room as she had promised through Aiden. It was evident through the girl's demeanor that reluctance clouded her will to attend the class and if Jonas possessed her gifts, he'd likely have the same feelings. The secrets of her classmates were open to her, Jonas' guise failed to have the same effect on Makayla as it did the other members of the group. But like the rest of them, Makayla's gifts were unrefined, untrained, and therefore she couldn't pierce the protection around his own mind.

At least for now.

Turning around, Jonas was surprised to realize he had missed Mikaela Maven enter the room as the girl approached her, giving her input on the earlier discussion before asking if there was a group she could work with. Nodding, Jonas pointed towards Lucas before speaking.

[COLOR=SLATEGRAY][B]"I believe, Mr. Bray is in need of classmates to work with. Perhaps yourself, Mr. Brigandi and Miss Boyle could join him."[/B][/COLOR] The teacher stated before a blood-curdling scream brought a hush over the room. Looking around, Jonas quickly realized that the scream had come from outside as he issued an order to the class.

[COLOR=SLATEGRAY][B]"Stay in your seats."[/B][/COLOR] Rushing to the door, Jonas' bag practically flew to his hands as he jumped several stairs before rushing outside. From around the bricked corner, a soft sobbing could be heard as Jonas rounded the corner to find a student rocking back in forth, her knees pulled up to her chest as she sat against the wall nearly hysterical. Looking at the wall, Jonas noticed a large protrusion as he placed a hand on his bag and slowly approached it.

It was vaguely humanoid, hands reaching out as though something had pulled it in. A face was clear in the stone, the jaw outstretched in agony as Jonas suddenly felt a pit in his stomach. He knew that face from the school's yearbook. It wasn't a protrusion of stone, no this was, in fact, a person. Someone who was supposed to be in the Loft right now.

It was Rita Ross.[/INDENT][/INDENT]