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[indent] Elle was up at the first sounds of movement from the dorm's living areas. About five minutes before her alarm was set to wake her. She rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. The weekend had gone by quietly. [i]Thankfully.[/i] Which gave her plenty of time to prep for her first week of classes... and maybe a few weeks after that. Schoolwork had always been an escape for her. She could have graduated highschool a year early while sitting in a hospital room.

Shaking that thought out of her head, Elle rolled out of bed and quickly went through her morning routine. She was in the kitchen area within ten minutes. While coffee brewed, enough that the late risers in the apartment could have a cup of their own, she hummed softly while placing her notebooks and textbooks into her bag. She was humming the same melody minutes later as she headed towards the infirmary.

Banjo was no longer a patient. She'd gotten a brief rundown about his appointment with the specialist from one of the nurses. While she was glad to hear Banjo was pretty much healed, a shiver went down her spine as she imagined absorbing another person's pain into her own body. It was an effective treatment, she had no doubt, but it seemed like it laid in an ethically grey area.

She sat in a small office typing up reports and cataloging calls between the offices. While she didn't mind office work, she found herself growing bored just sitting there. She sighed and sat back in the chair, taking her final sip of coffee before she chuckled to herself. She had just realized that she missed the plucky Australian.

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Why the students had to meet with their team faculty members before class, Elle had no idea. She could have easily made her way to class on her own. Perhaps they were going to give some first day of class inspirational speech to the students. Elle wouldn't mind that, yet somehow she had to believe that there was some other motive behind the escort to class. Hopefully that feeling was just first day jitters.

Elle noticed the group of gathering students first, and then noticed the faculty next. Her pace slowed as she approached. The students were chatting together, some standing at a distance and waiting patiently. She noted Alyssa, her new roomie, speaking to the girl that swapped in from the collegiate studies here. Something about Blackjack's advisor, [i]her[/i] advisor, O'Neil seemed... off. Sure, he stood the same way as before. He was dressed the same. Yet the small details, like his stubble, and the way his mouth turned down at the corners, gave Elle the impression that he'd had a terrible weekend.

[color=darkgoldenrod]"Bloody Hell, Slot Machine.  You look thoroughly rooted there, mate.  Normally takes a teacher about a month, month and a half of my shit to get to that stage.  Wearin' you down already, eh?"[/color]

Elle hadn't even noticed Banjo arrive. She looked his way, her jaw dropping a fraction of an inch in distaste. As glad as she was to see him looking right as rain in the flesh, although still a little infirm looking, she couldn't believe how brusque his first words to his advisor after a week had been. Set on correcting him before O'Neil had the chance to process, Elle made her way over to Banjo to give him what appeared to be a humorous jab to his arm. [color=lightsteelblue]"Did the concussion make you forget your manners, Banjo?"[/color] She murmured, placing a teasing smile on her face. The force behind her punch told Banjo that it wasn't 100% genuine. [color=lightsteelblue]"I'm glad to see you're doing better, otherwise."[/color] She adjusted her bag on her shoulder and gave Jim O'Neil a polite smile. [color=lightsteelblue]"Good morning to you as well, sir."[/color]

Elle was banking on Banjo getting the hint... and, hopefully, O'Neil had a humorous side to him as well.
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