<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=146769.msg6633916#msg6633916">Quote from: kingmaster1 on 22-07-2012, 21:03:48</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Marcus sat in the back of the class and was able to lean back with his chair against the wall. As the teacher started to give his lesson Marcus moved his head against the wall and pretty much fell asleep with a cigarette resting in his mouth. After about twenty minutes the cigarette was down to the filter and the ash was leaning down, ready to fall off. When the cigarette had burnt out the ash fell down onto Marcus's chest, burning through his shirt. He woke up when he felt it against his chest, it didn't burn him since he was immune to such things but he did see the hole in his shirt. "Shit", he said looking down to it.<br/><br/>Mr.Baxter looked over to him, obviously hearing him but didn't say anything. "I'll be right back", he said over to Rachel before getting up and moving out of the room when the teacher wasn't looking. He walked  through the halls of the school and went around, thinking he left an old shirt somewhere. He didn't remember what room he'd left it in so he went into the empty science lab and started to look around.<br/><br/>He was surprised to see that the chemicals had been used recently and went over to a vial of he didn't know what. He held it up to his nose and smelled, "Who makes an aphrodisiac?", he asked himself. He'd seen enough aphrodisiacs to know one when he saw one, but it was apparent that this was a strong one. He shrugged his shoulders and found a container for it, putting it in his pack before leaving. He doubted anyone would miss it.<br/><br/>He looked in his locker and found a new shirt, it was a bit old but it worked fine. He swapped it for the other and went back to the class soon enough.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Rachel paid dutiful attention, writing as much down as she could.  The app she was using seemed custom-made for writing, and each time she filled a line, the screen automatically jumped up a bit in order to keep making room for her notes.  Add that to not worrying about pencils breaking, running out of ink, and other problems she'd always had with notebooks, and it was nothing less than a relief.<br/><br/>Although she noticed Mark leaving, she kept quiet and held her focus upon the teacher.  Now that she had her shapeshifting down to a degree where it didn't require conscious effort on her part, she could really listen and everything made so much more sense.  Now, everything seemed to be going just a little slow for her.<br/><br/>As soon as Mark returned, she flashed him the tablet screen so that he could read the notes that he missed.  She seemed to be writing down pretty much everything, but it all made sense to her, giving her a feeling like she belonged here.