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[indent][color=BB8855]Just his luck. He would get the teacher who only knows how to treat her students like preschoolers. With his mouth shut and hands relaxed, he followed her to wherever she was taking him. Ms. Mulligan was a peculiar one, that's for sure. Part of her he felt feared most of the kids, the other part of her actually felt like she was genuinely sweet and easily pushed around. She was one of the younger teachers at this school, trying to get the kids invested in English & Literature when all they wanted was to go outside and not be stuck with her - someone who felt more like a babysitter than an actual teacher. 

Stuffing one of his hands in his pockets, he felt the goddamn 'thanks for trying' stickers. Sol almost socked him in the face, purposely aiming too far left to miss him, but being inches away to get her anger across. To calm her down, Griffin offered her a picnic. Now, he has to make it up to her by providing lunch that isn't found in the cafeteria. So... a teacher's lunch. He'll worry about that later.

Back to Ms. Mulligan, Griffin believed her solution to dealing with most things was downplaying them and using antics like... carrying an old [url=https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1pPmsaL1G3KVjSZFkq6yK4XXam/vintage-teddy-bear-Classic-Boris-Bear-Plush-Medium-Soft-Stuffed-Animal-Collectible-Teddy-Doll-Toy-With.jpg]teddy bear[/url] with her so her students can direct their comments to Boris Bear instead of her. The 'speaking teddy bear' she calls it. In a large class setting, it's her way to manage who speaks. If you have it, you can speak, if you don't, you must respect the person who does and ultimately, that is respecting Boris (as if he was an actual person). In a small setting, it seemed like she was using it more for confidence than anything. Fin wasn't about to give her a hard time because he could only assume this was her first teaching gig and she was still figuring out how to teach teens properly. Like someone just out of college who was faking it until they make it sort of deal. 

Having droned out most of her idle chatter about the weather, the hunt, the lunch menu, he realized where they were heading and opened his mouth to ask [i]why[/i] here exactly. As if she could read his mind, Ms. Mulligan smiled, hugging the bear as she got to the academic building stairs, third floor, that led to the roof, [color=ffdab9]“I hope you don't mind! I just feel... comfortable here. It's a bit more private and away from it all. And, uh, I think that's a perfect place to talk!"[/color] 

Raising an eyebrow, glancing from the door knob to Boris' annoying face, Griffin nodded, [color=8A4C40]“I don't mind at all, actually."[/color] It was nice to know a teacher liked high places too. He never did see her up here though. That probably was because they had different schedules - as to be expected with a teacher and a student - and he wasn't one to stalk a teacher like Ms. Mulligan and know exactly how her day went. To him, she felt like an open crayon book, who could never hide her lines (and quirks) even if her life depended on it. 

While he did look down on her, because of how naive and oblivious she acted, Fin found her to be one of the more approachable and kind teachers. Maybe, he was giving her the benefit of the doubt. Maybe, he didn't think this whole school was up to something sinister. Maybe, he didn't want to be trapped in his mind full of conspiracy theories for once. Times like these, where he could be at peace in the sky, helped with that deep-seated gut feeling which sounded alarms in him. He appreciated her for that. 

When they reached their destination, two [url=https://www.kos.ie/431-large_default/custom-made-orthopaedic-home-chair.jpg]seats[/url] were waiting for them, both facing each other, but close enough to the ledge so they could enjoy the view. Not needing to ask, Griffin took his seat, had his right leg crossed over his left leg, and leaned right, resting his elbow on the arm rest and his chin in hand. He watched as the nervous, mousy teacher took her seat and looked at her as she offered him the plushie, [color=8A4C40]“Nah, I'm good."[/color] 

[color=ffdab9]“Please, I [i]insist[/i]."[/color] Ms. Mulligan pouted, only causing Griffin to roll his eyes and refusing to budge. When he didn't move from his position, simply staring at her with dull, bored eyes, she huffed, [color=ffdab9]“Very well."[/color] Placing Boris on her lap, situating him where he looked comfortable, she and the toy gave all their attention to Subject #50. There was no notebook, no pen, no bag with her. Just her and that bear. Griffin took a mental note of that, wondering if she had a photographic memory like him. Clearing her throat, she sweetly went right into things, [color=ffdab9]“So, um, Griffin. I know your team..."[/color] [i]Awkward pause.[/i] [color=ffdab9]“Lost. [sup]Sorry about that.[/sup] But did you have fun?"[/color]   

Uninterested, yet at eased, Griffin calmly looked at his teacher, still in his leaned position, his pointer finger tapping his face, like a metronome marking, [color=8A4C40]“I didn't care about winning in the first place. But it was okay, I guess. Kind of dumb."[/color]  

[color=ffdab9]“D-dumb? Why is that?"[/color]  

[color=8A4C40]“Don't take this personal, Ms. M, but I've been stuck inside for a good two weeks now. Instead of having time to get back into the groove of things, I get thrown into an event where the sole purpose is to build 'community'. Community, really? We're [i]teens[/i]. Egg toss? Basic riddles? 1 out of 10 free throws had to be shot to get to the next round? What is this? Fifth grade field day?"[/color]  

Anxiously playing with Boris' paws, Ms. Mulligan nodded, [color=ffdab9]“I'm sorry we didn't seem to challenge you enough... then how do you explain coming in last?"[/color] 

Picking up the tempo in his tapping, Griffin jested, [color=8A4C40]"Because I was enjoying myself, spending an entire day with a hubristic prick, who can talk about himself for hours without even trying."[/color] 

Clearly picking up his growing annoyance, the older woman bit her bottom lip and decided to redirect this interview, [color=ffdab9]“Okay, enough about the hunt. It's done and over with! Let's see, let's see, school. Let's talk about school! Aside from you getting sick, everything else has been going okay, yeah? You got basketball, your grades are exceptional, I'm sure you have friends too!"[/color] 

[color=8A4C40]"School is school. I make due with what you guys offer, but I'm not going to act like there isn't any cabin fever. Are there going to be field trips? I'd like to, I don't know, go camping or something. [b]Off of campus.[/b]"[/color]

[color=ffdab9]“That breaks the whole... unplugged policy. If there is a trip being planned, I just don't know yet. Sorry I can't be helpful! I'll make sure to get a message across that you want some outside time? A field trip sounds like a fantastic idea. Maybe to a lake or something! Is there anyone you'd specifically want to be paired with for that? Like any of your friends?"[/color] Ms. Mulligan enthusiastically cheered. 

Sighing, Griffin simply nodded, leaning further back, and crossing his arms. His attention went from looking into his teacher's eyes to Boris' dark void gaze. [/color][/indent]
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[indent][color=BB8855]Inside a lab, two, mysterious figures, one with the posture of a sloth loafer and the other with a posture of a gorilla solider, in lab coats observed Griffin through the teddy bear's eyes. The lazily one, resting his head on the table, as he listened to the interview, humorously laughed, [color=f26522]"She's a good weapon, don't you think? I'm such a genius. Pairing the 'young and dumb' one with our biggest problem child."[/color]  

[sub][color=8A4C40]"Now you're considering who we'd prefer to hang with? Rather than do that whole randomizing thing you had going for us, for the hunt?"[/color][/sub]

[color=0054a6]"Eliza has a charm about her."[/color] The one standing at halt looked at the screen at Subject #50's mannerisms, gestures, and general attitude for signs of dishonesty. For once, the Hawk seemed to be playing along. Not causing trouble. [color=0054a6]"Freedom is a state of mind and it seems like out of all our experiments, Subject #50 is the most aware of his state."[/color]  

[sub][color=ffdab9]"I-I had no control over that Griffin. Can you just tell me that you have healthy friendships here? Why can't you give me a straight answer!"[/color][/sub]

[color=f26522]"Since day 1 he's been a problem, why are we keeping him again?"[/color] The sluggish man looked up at his colleague curiously. 

[sub][color=8A4C40]"Ms. M getting hot and bothered, I likey. Okay, I'll give you a bone. I do have friends. There. Happy?"[/color][/sub]

[color=0054a6]"To test the waters. I think his time at the hospital has done miracles with setting him back. Now he seems... more compliant."[/color] The bigger man gestured for his colleague to straighten his posture and focus on the screen. [color=0054a6]"It's only a matter of time where his inner beast comes out."[/color] 

[sub][color=ffdab9]"I imagine that's the best I'm going to get."[/color][/sub]

[color=f26522]"He [i]seems[/i] that way."[/color] Sighing, the thinner figure stood up and went beside the brawny man. [color=f26522]"'Suppose we'll wait and see, now won't we?"[/color]  

[sub][color=8A4C40]"Yeah. It is. Now can I go?"[/color][/sub] 
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