<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Ishida Nori </strong></span></div><br/><div align="center"><strong>Location: Tamara's Class</strong></div><div align="center"><em>Note: Current Hair Colour: Teal</em></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/ScorpioWoman-1.jpg)</div><br/>Nori  stuck out his bottom lip and pouted as fiercely as he could as he flicked at the bridge of Tamara’s glasses.<strong>”You really are a spoilsport Tama-chan~!  You’ll never find that special someone with this kind of sour attitude, you know.  Couldn’t you humor your oneesama just this once?</strong>he pleaded, completely disregarding both his gender and their relation.<br/><br/>Still, her change of subject was enough to make him glance momentarily out at the courtyard.  He would have gone straight back to teasing her again if not for that brief glimpse out of the corner of his eye.  The sight made him double-take as he stood bolt upright and pressed himself up against the glass, as though to stay grounded to reality.  The longer he stared the more pale he seemed to get, and his face scrunched up with confusion.<br/><br/><strong>”My god…”</strong>he muttered, his voice dropping noticeably in pitch and losing all of its usual flamboyance.<strong>”It looks like there’s some sort of riot going on outside the school!  There’s a whole mess of people trying to force themselves through the gate, and I think one of the teachers is bleeding.”</strong><br/><br/>When he looked back his face was set surprisingly stoically for one so disposed towards childish affectations, and he stared expectantly at the intercom.<br/><br/><strong>”No announcement yet…do they not know?”</strong>he said half to himself, wrapping one arm about his slender waist.<strong>”Tama-chan,”</strong>he added, looking at her determinedly.<strong>”Grab everything you have.  I don’t think it’s going to be safe here much longer.”</strong><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Sanada Natsu </strong></span></div><br/><div align="center"><strong>Location: Kasumi's Homeroom</strong></div><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/Natsu-1.jpg)</div><br/>Natsu  couldn’t help but glare at him in spite of herself.  How could someone that looked so out of it be so damned perceptive?  Or maybe it was just a lucky guess.  It wouldn’t be the first time she’d done something foolish after failing to notice a sign.  Though she generally didn’t make a habit of sliding head-first into the wrong classroom.<br/><br/><strong>“Tch, l-like I would be so clumsy!”</strong>she said forcefully, slapping her hand on the boy’s desk.<strong>”I was just…really eager to see you, sempai!”</strong><br/><br/>It wasn’t entirely untrue.  After Kasumi had quit the Kendo Club she’d been meaning to have a word with him, but with her busy schedule it hadn’t left much time for idle chatter.  Not that the chat she’d planned on having was anything but idle; she’d been absolutely furious when he’d resigned from his position as Captain.  It was one thing for a member to drop out due to schedule conflicts or lack of interest, but for someone in such an important role to up and disappear like that was just unforgivable.<br/><br/>One could almost see the gears turning in her head as she thought of all this, which to Kasumi must have looked like a slow buildup of anger.<strong>”Y’know, I’d almost think you were being studious by getting here so early, but then I remember how <em>lazy</em> you are!”</strong>she blurted, leaning forward until they were at eye level.  Her tracksuit had been zipped down to air out a little, which would give him a bit of a pleasant view.<strong>”Every time I see you nowadays you’re just spacing out or reading or something.  And I think it’s contagious, because on my way here I saw at least a dozen people walking around almost as sluggishly as you do these days!  It’s like an apathy epidemic!”</strong><br/>