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[right][color=DDA0DD][b]Mission:[/b][/color] Teacher’s Pet[/right][right][color=DDA0DD][b]Location:[/b][/color] Lighthouse Island[/right]
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[color=DDA0DD]“Well this is boring.”[/color] Riley groaned, stretching her arms above her head with a small sigh of relief. She’d stood behind the rest, somewhat disappointed to find that the young delinquents were trapped in a plastic cage. Plastic was no fun. It was all dumb and non-malleable - at least by herself. Not that she would’ve tried to break them out or anything. It was just always boring when there was less metal around. Besides, what were they meant to do if they were just stuck in there? Seemed kind of pointless to her.

Leaning against the back wall of the small room they were crowded into, Riley peered absentmindedly at the nails of her left hand which had been painted silver. It was kind of a slapdash job but Riley figured they looked okay. She didn't do well with moments of silence. Or more specifically, she didn't do well without something to occupy her, so she found herself listening to the words of the others, gaze still focused on the tips of her fingers. The conversation was nothing special at first but as she opened her mouth to let out a yawn, she found it morphing into a small snicker as glasses and the old man broke into conversation. Her eyes darted over to the notebook, unable to miss the large words he had scribbled there, which prompted an eye roll from herself. She didn't have long to ponder on this though as the hobo-like man began rapid firing questions at the teenagers, which earned another small laugh. 

[color=DDA0DD]“Woah, teach has a sadistic side...”[/color] She grinned, totally getting the wrong end of the stick. [color=DDA0DD]“Does that mean [i]you’ve[/i] killed people before?”[/color] The teenager questioned, folding her arms across her chest as her attention focused on the older hero, apparently having decided that he was far more interesting. [color=DDA0DD]“Go on. What’s your top five...no three, ways that you’ve killed someone?”[/color] The question came out breezily as if it were a completely normal thing to ask and her blue eyes looked over at him patiently, waiting for an answer. Or three answers to be more specific. The logical side of her brain muttered that she probably shouldn’t ask such things to a teacher figure but the louder voice thought it was interesting, and slightly amusing. 

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