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[sub]Location: Dance Studio | Featuring [color=#ffd0ba]Mr. Kennedy[/color][/sub]
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A soft melody flowed out of the open door of the dance studio and into the hallway as Tyler Jane moved gracefully inside the room, lost in the music. After the stressful, yet rewarding, scavenger hunt, she desired nothing more than to let off some steam in the best way that she knew how. Limbs stretching elegantly across the vinyl floor as she moved, she put all of the energy that she had left after the group activity into her dance. 

A knock on the door took the redhead out of her thoughts, and as she turned to face the entrance to the studio, she was met by the gaze of [url=https://64.media.tumblr.com/76e6dc63150187a24428ef092e254c92/tumblr_ndrjm2TFOZ1tq19vmo1_500.png]Mr. Kennedy[/url]. A social science teacher on campus, he was younger than most staff (most likely in his early 30s), with long, brown, curly hair. 

[color=#ffd0ba]“I was told that I could possibly find you here, Ms. Morrissey.”[/color] 

Although she didn’t have him for any classes, Tyler Jane had seen the teacher around campus as well as this afternoon at the scavenger hunt- he was there in the lecture hall when they tried to find the puzzle pieces hidden around the room. He seemed approachable, not stuffy like some of the other staff on campus, so her demeanor shifted to be more casual. [color=FFA54D]“Well it seems your sources were correct. Can I help you with something, Mr. Kennedy?”[/color]

The man stepped further into the studio. [color=#ffd0ba]“We’re asking all of the students who participated in today’s scavenger hunt for feedback... would now be an okay time for me to chat with you about it?”[/color] 

Albeit confused, Tyler Jane nodded, [color=FFA54D]“Sure, I guess. Pull up a chair, or stand- up to you.”[/color] The girl motioned to a stack of chairs on the right side of the room before walking over to the speakers to shut off the music and to the mirror to grab her water bottle. 

Behind the mirrors, unseen by the naked eye, was a small room where two scientists sat, pens and paper in hand. The mirrors were double sided, which meant the two of them could not be seen, but those present in the dance studio could be. It was a perfect spot for the scientists to observe test subjects in real time, especially with a few particular students visiting there quite often- most notably, Subject #24. They watched as she unknowingly looked right at them as she stared at her own reflection, and then turned her attention back to Mr. Kennedy. 

[color=#ffd0ba]“Well, first of all, how did you think the hunt went?”[/color] The teacher had decided to simply lean against the ballet bar against the wall instead of grabbing a seat, his shoulders relaxing as he spoke. With the air conditioning on full blast, his curls bounced softly against his forehead. 

[color=FFA54D]“I mean, I think it went pretty well, after all we did come in second place.”[/color] Tyler Jane stood in the center of the room, absentmindedly pointing and flexing her feet. [color=FFA54D]“Teddy was the strength, Bradley was the smarts, and I was a bit of both.”[/color]

[color=#ffd0ba]“So you worked well as a team?”[/color] Mr. Kennedy asked, crossing his arms over his chest. He needed to ask the right questions so he could get the right answers- that was the whole point of this conversation. [color=#ffd0ba]“Did one of you take on the role of team leader?”[/color]

[color=FFA54D]“Yeah, I’d say so. I think we communicated well as a group and were able each to take charge when necessary. We talked things out before jumping right in, which helped.”[/color] The redhead replied, taking another swig of her water. [color=FFA54D]“For the most part, we contributed equally, but if I had to call someone the team leader, it was probably Teddy.” [/color]

[color=#ffd0ba]“That’s great to hear, I’m glad you guys made a successful team.”[/color] Mr. Kennedy mentally noted how she answered, but knew the others who were watching were taking down notes for him. And he was right- behind the mirror the two scientists furiously scribbled down their observations, from the exact words she used to her mannerisms and body language. [color=#ffd0ba]“Otherwise, how’s school going for you? Are you liking it here on campus?”[/color] He segued into his next point of discussion, making it sound as natural and friendly as possible. Mr. Kennedy took a step away from the ballet bar and towards the test subject. 

Tyler Jane shrugged, [color=FFA54D]“It’s going, that’s for sure. Not so much the academic part, but it’s nice here.”[/color] She mustered a small laugh as she moved to put her water bottle back against the mirror. [color=FFA54D]“I get a whole dance studio to myself most of the time, so I can’t really complain.”[/color] As she gestured to the room they were in, the girl’s posture said what words could not- she stood tall on the balls of her feet, spine elongated and chin raised. She held herself with a confidence and an air of elegance that could only be emulated by one other beast, the one she was modeled after. 

[color=#ffd0ba]“What about your classmates- do you like them?”[/color] Mr. Kennedy inquired cautiously, trying to gain more information than his last question.

[color=FFA54D]“Most of them I like, a few of them really get on my nerves...”[/color] The redhead replied honestly, a smirk appearing on her lips. She thought about her friendships with Erica and Savannah (although she was still a little frustrated with her, it didn't change the fact that she was one of her best friends) as well as Charlie and Nicholas, and then recalled the others that she didn't get along with.

[color=ffd0ba]“Oh, I’m sure. When I was in high school there were a bunch of people I couldn’t stand. Who gets on your nerves?”[/color] Mr. Kennedy laughed, egging the girl on to continue her incomplete thought by mentioning his own experiences as a teen. It was true though- he had a rough high school experience as he was picked on for his love of science. This fire allowed him to graduate early with his doctorate and join Project Untamed, and he was one of the youngest scientists on the assignment.

Something about the conversation felt unnatural, complaining to a teacher about her peers, but Tyler Jane proceeded nonetheless. [color=FFA54D]“Well for starters, there’s Leo- the guy can’t keep to himself if you know what I mean.”[/color] She chuckled under her breath, and once she started talking negatively, she couldn’t stop. [color=FFA54D]“Billie and I couldn’t be more different- we don’t see eye to eye on anything. And to make matters worse, Nicholas just so happens to be her twin brother, so that probably makes her dislike me even more”[/color] She felt her mood shift as she continued. 

[color=FFA54D]“Then there’s Griffin. I tried being nice to him but he’s just so aggravating.”[/color] It was true, she tried to get along with him at first, but for some reason, he hated her guts. [color=FFA54D]“He thinks he knows everything, and believes he’s better than everyone because of it. And of course, his room has to be right next to mine so there’s not a day where I don’t see him.”[/color] After realizing that all of those words had tumbled out, a blush pricked her cheeks, embarrassed. [color=FFA54D]“Sorry, I got a little carried away. I guess it bothers me more than I let on.”[/color]

[color=#ffd0ba]“It's no problem, Ms. Morrissey, high school can be a challenging time, these feelings you have are completely normal.”[/color] Mr. Kennedy nodded, consoling her. Internally, he was glad that somehow he was able to pry those names out of her- he’d get a pat on the back from the others later. [color=#ffd0ba]“Well, I don’t want to interrupt more of your rehearsal, so I’ll leave you to it.”[/color]

The scientists behind the mirror continued to jot down notes as they watched the conversation come to a close. But as soon as they thought it was over, Subject #24 blurted something out. 

[color=FFA54D]“What were you writing earlier?”[/color] Tyler Jane asked as Mr. Kennedy began to walk to the door, taking the man slightly by surprise. He turned around to face her once more, a confused look on his face. [color=FFA54D]“On your clipboard as we were leaving the lecture hall, you were writing things down.”[/color]

The scientists behind the mirror stopped what they were writing and held their breath as they listened, waiting to hear what the man was going to say. They were instructed to be discreet when writing down their observations during the hunt, but clearly, Mr. Kennedy wasn’t discreet enough.

[color=#ffd0ba]“I was keeping track of how long it took each team to find all of the pieces, so if it came down to a tie we could pick a winner.”[/color] He explained quickly, hoping the answer would suffice, and continued on his way to exit the room. But the redhead didn’t buy it, and probed for more. 

[color=FFA54D]“You were writing sentences, paragraphs even. How does it take that many words to write out the challenge time?”[/color] Tyler Jane took an inquisitive step towards him, eyebrow raised. Mr. Kennedy paused, silence looming for a second too long, before he spoke again.  

[color=#ffd0ba]“Lesson planning, I must have been lesson planning then. Sometimes ideas come to me at inopportune times and I need to write it down before I forget.”[/color] The man exhaled softly, hoping that was enough for Tyler Jane to be thrown off of his scent and drop it. [color=#ffd0ba]“Watching you all work together in teams got me thinking about how I can accomplish the same thing in my class.”[/color]

Warily, the girl nodded in response. With that, Mr. Kennedy offered the redhead a warm smile before exiting the dance studio, leaving Tyler Jane alone once more. But behind the mirror, the two scientists shook their heads, the question she had asked bothering them more than it should have.