Marsha
When Vance's alarm went off on his phone, he had to leave the Intranet to leave on his cleaning duties. The kids in the chatroom did not phase him when they reacted like idiotic kids. It was some time watching them chat while gathering some information abut them. His part time job was far more important than these dumbasses. So he worked hard cleaning a classroom by cleaning the windows, wiping down the desks, sweeping and mopping. When his shift is finally over, he wipe the sweat from his brow with the back of his arm. He stood by the door admiring the cleanliness in the classroom before leaving to the kitchen. It look like no one is here for now, which provide him a time of his own with some peace of mind. Vance decides to make a coffee first before occupying the window where he opened it.

*Scritch!* *Scritch!*

He lights the end of his cigarette which glowed with an orange ember when he takes a couple puffs from it.
John
Hopping off of the intranet to touch grass instead of sleep this afternoon, Margarita found it wise to hit the sleep button on her computer and leave it asleep, the computer humming quietly as it went into its idle mode, waiting for any input, movement, or anything at all.

 Grabbing her jacket and a book she had borrowed from the library, Margarita opened the window and jumped out of if, her legs stretching out like stilts to make sure she'd get a soft landing and nor a face full of dirt, which has admittedly happened before. Still, thoughts of looking like a moron aside, she let loose one of her arms and reached for her second floor window, shutting it but leaving it slightly opened to not lock herself out like the last time.

Still, she was out, and now, a spot.

Strolling to the common rooms where the sofa was most comfortable, she'd spot a certain elf-eared person, casually smoking a cigarette as if a rule regarding it never existed.

"Hey, mind if I get a puff too? Haven't smoked a cigar for a while now, but at this point I'll take anything."

She looked as casual as anyone can be. A pair of shorts, and a grey t-shirt, paired with a jacket. Instead of shoes, she had just worn a pair of flip flops, something she could easily take off the moment she parked her entire body onto the sofa.
Christi
• ***BOOM.***

□ In recent days, boredom and a lingering frustration with the ranked matches he'd been subjected to had led Silas down a dangerous path. He'd been spending all of his time in the chemistry laboratory, for better and for worse, and though he'd initially planned to create MDMA from a piperine precursor the project had gave him some real trouble. Mostly, it had been that actually extracting the piperine had been a hassle and one he couldn't afford in any great amount on his limited allowance, so he'd instead chose to sink his time into, of all things, hypergolic rocket fuels.

▪︎ And one of his experiments had just blown up in his face. Again. Why hadn't he learned from his mistakes?

◇ So, in need of a breath of fresh air after days spent in the sterile, stale air of the lab breathing in God knows what sort of vapours he finally stepped outside, and saw a familiar face. Rather than say anything at first, though, he simply approached the pair and flopped down, the faint scent of singed hair and eyebrows still detectable from where a fireball had ignited the tips of his hair.

◆ "Gimme that, mate. Just blew myself the fuck up. Also, sup?"
Marsha
As he turned, his eyebrow raised at the Italian accent coming from behind him. Instinctively, he takes another good drag of his cigarette, then let the gray smoke stream from his mouth as he blows it out the window. Stands of it slithered towards the dark sky before dissipating into nothingness. 

*'Great, another bum to mooch off from me,'* Vance thought bitterly, but understanding the need for a cigarette. 

"Go knock yourself out..." He sighed, slightly lowering his arm to her level with the cigarette held between his mid and index finger. As he waited for her to take it, a disgusting burnt hair smell made his mouth twist into a straight, perfect line.

He wasn't sure if this fried moth with two colored burned hair was asking for his cigarette also? Uncertain, he just lets the first have a go at it since she was the one who bummed ahead of him. 
 
So much for a quiet moment.

He turned his attention back to the open window where he folded his arms to rest it on the sill. His back turned to the others as his blue eyes gaze out into the darkness ahead.