[b][center][h3][color=0054a6]Joe Bronson[/color][/h3][/center][/b]
As the class continued, the sketches of ghosts in his notebook became more detailed. He started making specific characters and giving them rudimentary backstories. An old west snake-oil salesman here, a Civil War era Union Soldier there. "Maybe I could use some of these characters for next month's newspaper strips" he thought to himself. "Oh, what if I did one about the ghost of one of the founders of this college! The squares at the newspaper club might shut it down eventually, but I could probably get away with a few issues of some really hilarious stuff."

The sound of the door opening and the sudden influx of light into the dark room startled him. His glasses were still cracked, and he struggled to make out who had entered the classroom at first. His heart skipped another beat when he realized he was making direct eye contact again with the same cops who gave him nasty looks earlier that morning. He quickly buried his head into his notebook and pretended to not notice them, despite locking eyes a moment ago. 

Just as he was starting to calm down, his anxiety flared right back up when he hear them mention wanting to speak with all the students about some kind of assault that happened last night. "Damnit, I was really hoping to never see those people ever again for the rest of my waking moments, and now I gotta talk to them" He though to himself. "Who the hell assaults somebody at a nerf war anyway? Shouldn't that relieve aggression?" Not wanting to be the first to talk to the cops who earlier had their investigation rudely interrupted by his clumsiness, he decided to wait for somebody else to start the line. Only then would he stand up and walk as slowly as he reasonably could with the intention of getting a place near the back of the line. He watched as the dude with brown hair who always sat in the middle seat started the line, and he immediately got up. 

As he made his way over to the line, he noticed nobody had gotten up in front of him. It was too late to sit back down, and at this pace, he was gonna be second up to talk to the police. "Crap." he thought. He kept his head down as the sulked his way over to the line. Trying to brighten the mood, he decided to crack an on the fly and admittedly off-color joke to the dude with brown hair in front of him:

"Geez, did somebody bring a Glock to a nerf fight last night or something?"