[B]Astolfo Garneau[/B]
Unlike the other students, Astolfo did not wake up in a desk in an empty classroom. No, he woke up [i]on top[/i] of a desk in an empty classroom. It was actually a miracle that that the pink-haired young gamer hadn't somehow fallen off and smacked his body against the cold, hard ground. Speaking of which... "Mmm... WOAH!"

[i]'Thud!'[/i]

"Yeowch..." the Frenchman mumbled as he rubbed his back, which had obviously been in slight pain from the short, approximately three foot drop. As he was busy taking inventory of his non-existent wounds, Astolfo noticed a sheet of paper float down from the top of his desk. Apparently his fall had caused it to slip off and land on his head. "Hehe," he chucked as he took the paper off his head and began to read. As he looked through the words, there was a familiar glint in his eyes, a familiar one that spoke of adventure and camaraderie, of trials and successes. 

"This is GREAT!" the pinknet exclaimed, getting up off his butt with a deft jump, landing solidly on two feet. And with that, Astolfo dashed out of the room to go for the entrance hall. 

[B]Lucas Archwood[/B]
"What the heck is going on?!" Lucas groaned as he futiley slammed his arms against the iron plated windows for the umpteenth time in the past few minutes since he had woken up in a desk alone in a classroom and read the rather contradictory-in-tone message left for him by whom he supposed was the organizer of these iron windows and security cameras. He came for a good education and recognition for his talents... Speaking of which, what [i]was[/i] his special talent anyway?

[i]'Gah, that's NOT THE POINT,'[/i] Lucas thought inwardly. This was one of those rare scenarios in which his whole personal philosophy did jack to help him out. He ran his hand through his red hair and exhaled loudly, as if getting rid of steam. "I seriously hope I'm not the only person here. Hnnn... Might as well do what that pamphlet told me to. For all I know this is a joke and it's getting recorded for TV or something..." he sighed as he picked up the crumpled ball that was the pamphlet and unraveled it to reveal the message he had ignored before reading and re-crumpling it. As he left the room to head to the entrance hall, he tossed the paper into the nearby wastebasket.

"Let's see what's up," he said, steps echoing in the lonely stretch of hallway.

[B]Anna Brunhild[/B]
"Security cameras there, there, and there. Metal plating covering the windows... Hmm, interesting," a professionally dressed blonde said as she paced around the classroom, checking every little thing out. After all, who knew where you could find interesting tidbits of helpful information? Anna knew very well what you could find under unturned stones, from food to credit card information. From what she could gather, there was no way to escape through the windows unless you had a wrecking ball or something. Those bolts were screwed in [i]tight[/i]. She didn't know what the security cameras were for, but she'd find out sooner or later. Then there was that odd message scrawled on the pamphlet...

The Super High School Level Thief turned back to the desk she had awoken on to get a look at the message once more. "'Go to the school entryway,' it says," she murmured, putting her hand to her chin in thought. On one hand, she could wander about the school, but a hunch told her that there'd be plenty of locked doors and restricted areas. Not that that would usually bother her, but... 

Well she felt a bit naked without anything on hand to pick a lock or a cellular phone. "Tch, time to see what this whole charade is all about," she growled as she too exited the room and headed off towards the entryway to get to the bottom of this mystery.