<div class="floatleft">(http://i1288.photobucket.com/albums/b492/Pumpkinreed/Cool_Scientist_105589_900x700theAnimeGallerycom_zps59b496d4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sidney West<br/><strong>Team:</strong>Avalanche Faculty<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Chemistry Lab<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Teams Clay Dewclaw, Wild Marmet, Ghast<br/><hr/><br/>The soft thud of the apple’s core bouncing off of the inside of a trash bin was punctuated by the digital alarm that rang from Dr. West’s scroll. He slid it open to reveal a flashing icon that indicated the arrival of a new message: it appeared that his first class was to play host to three teams instead of two. A double tap on the screen produced a revised roster that he quickly set to dedicating to memory. He would need to make a few alterations to the classroom preparations already in place.<br/><br/>The hall that led to his lab held considerably less traffic than before. Students were seen disappearing into class rooms, their unintelligible dialogues silenced one-by-one as the doors shut behind them. According to his scroll, there were still about ten minutes until that period officially began. It was a pleasant surprise to see so many punctual young adults. He could only hope his own class would be as studious ─ even if it only manifested in simple gestures like time management. The thought had conjured images of his own classmates and their resulting punishments when they failed to arrive on time.<br/><br/><em>Detention? Is that even a thing here? What about extra assignments? How is learning a proper form of punishment? I guess it eventually worked well on Brand Finkle. That guy couldn’t arrive on time even if he spent the night in the classroom.</em><br/><br/>Dr. West pushed himself through the lab’s front door only to be greeted by an empty room. He consulted his scroll again as if to reaffirm the fact that all three teams were composed of first year students.<em>People get lost,</em>he concluded. It<em>was</em>the first day. There was no sense in being overly dramatic until he had a feel for the students and their personalities. Besides, they still had time.<br/><br/>One more work station was set up with the three vials of different dusts, three textbooks and a sample of the day’s test material. He looked at the dry erase board that hung from the wall behind his desk. The equations, measurements and notes from his earlier experiment littered its face in what could only be described as organized chaos. An eraser was fetched from his desk before he wiped its face clean. He stood for a moment with his right arm folded across his chest, while his left arm sat vertically on his right fist, so that his chin rested between his left thumb and forefinger.<br/><br/>A few moments ticked by as he maintained his pose: an artist considering how to fill the empty space of a canvas. His brow furrowed as he rolled his eyes at himself. This wasn’t art, it was his name. Dr. West. Professor West. Sidney West, PhD. Mr. West.<br/><br/><em>Don’t call me Mr. West, that’s my father’s name.</em><br/><br/><em>Really? I’d wager they’ve</em>never<em>heard that line before.</em><br/><br/>He scowled at the sound of his own voice arguing with itself. Finally, a few swipes of the marker produced the name Dr. Sidney West. He studied it again before popping open his scroll. A program he had used in the field for generating work assignments and watch standing schedules was opened. He knew that each of these students belonged to a dedicated team, and he understood the purpose of grouping them together for the duration of their attendance. However, this insistence on familiarity would be exactly the concept his lesson was designed to diminish. Even if the majority of them had only just met.<br/><br/>Sidney entered the desired parameters into his program and it quickly set to arranging the students into three groups of two, and one group of three. Satisfied with the results, he took a seat behind his desk and continued to brows through the scroll’s stored data. There was nothing left to do now, but wait.<br/>