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Ethan had a much easier time keeping his mouth shut after being so quickly corrected by the senior valedictorian.  He'd never been much of a planner anyway.  He joined the other in looking through the few possessions that had come into the classroom with him. Typically, he'd be a bit more embarrassed by the lack of school material in his bag, but for once being unprepared might actually serve him.   A visored hockey helmet landed on the desk with a loud thunk, followed by a few pens, a wallet, and mouthgaurd all clattering to the desk as Ethan shook out the contents for the other to see as well. 

[colour=5CA07C]"Sorry,"[/colour] He said quickly, anticipating a reprimand for the noise he was making. Before joining the others in their search of the classroom.  It felt a larger than he remembered, with only the five of them inside and searching different corners of the room.  Ethan opted to look in the back cabinets, only to find little more than the expected supplies of a home room teacher; papers, pens, textbooks, blank composition books, and various other stationary items.  He walked back with two pairs of scissors.  [colour=5CA07C]"Not sure if it's a good idea to get so close to actually be useful but..."[/colour] He looked towards the short-haired blonde with a forced smile, [colour=5CA07C]"better than nothing."[/colour]

[colour=5CA07C]"That is, if you're sure we should leave."[/colour]  His eyes drifted towards Hera, who seemed to have taken command of the group, much to his own relief.  [colour=5CA07C]"We're safe for now, and help has to come eventually. Right?"[/colour]