<div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/136b3636-f240-4e32-95be-3a4eb48eec8f_zps75fde6a4.jpg)</div>Name: Jackson D. Blum<br/>Location: DWMA Classroom<br/>Tagging: Roxi Reed<br/><hr/><br/>After a few minutes of wandering throughout the halls of the school once more, the familiarity of his current situation almost immediately dawned on Jack. The corridors still twisted and turned, and the staircases were just as needlessly long as they had been earlier that day. Thankfully, there was a slight difference between this trek throughout the school and the one he'd had taken on his way to his first class. Getting himself lost and wandering around for so long was just enough for him to familiarize himself with the school's layout to an extent, and since it was still fresh on his mind it didn't seem nearly as confusing anymore. However, that wasn't to say that the trip was without it's problems. The DWMA<strong>was</strong>quite a large place after all, and despite being familiar with the layout there where still a few bits and pieces which escaped his memory. All and all, with whatever he did remember of the layout, a<em>staggering</em>five or six minutes were cut from what had initially been a half hour walk. Yep. It still took every second of the remaining twenty five minutes for him to find Roxanna.<br/><br/>Even then, he didn't approach her immediately. The tap-tap-tapping of her drumsticks gave her away before she'd even come into his view. Just a turn into the next hallway and he was sure he'd see her...which was why he'd stopped just before turning into that hallway, pressing his back against the wall with a sigh. His mind wandered, back to what had happened in the classroom. It didn't matter what the reasoning really was. How was he supposed to know it anyway? From his perspective, things were looking up, she was about to say yes...and then she didn't. Something made her stop herself. Then she was quick to get away from him. After thinking it all over he suddenly felt incredibly dumb. He didn't even know why he was there anymore. Though he never quite knew why he felt so obligated to follow her in the first place.<br/><br/>Beyond not understanding why he followed her, he wasn't even sure what he expected would come about for doing so. Even that didn't matter now, though. He was here, and at the very least he had words for her. Some sorta explanation for the sudden one-eighty in her behavior would've been nice, too. Taking a deep breath, he pushed himself off of the cold wall and turned the corner, slipping his jacket back on as he approached. "So..." He came to a halt a good six feet away from her. He thought it'd be best to give her space. "There any reason for all that? Or was it just for kicks?" If it was even possible, his voice seemed even lower then, and his expression returned to it's usual neutrality. Whatever closeness there had been, he certainly wasn't feeling it anymore. Just that awkward feeling of being around someone he felt wanted him away.