NAME:  Penelope Archer<br/>ROLE IN SCHOOL:  Student<br/>TIME OF DAY:  Morning<br/>LOCATION:  Her room<br/>TAGGING:  Jake Crow<br/><br/>While Penelope was generally used to paint fumes, and had been fine the day before, she suddenly felt overwhelmed by the scent of the paint.  Looking at the nearly complete wall, she licked her dry lips, then moved and set down her palette and brush.  Well, one of her brushes.  She had three tucked behind her ear, paint from them staining the side of her face.  Just as her clothes were stained as well.  She moved to the window and opened it, sticking her head out for a second to get a breath of fresh air.  ...But that wasn't going to be enough to air out the room completely.  Pulling away from the window, she grabbed up her messenger bag and walked to the door, opening it and blocking it open with the bag.  As she looked back up, someone ran by.<br/>She froze.  Black-melty-fire-boy.  ...What was he doing up there?  Surely he hadn't been permitted to skip classes, too?  Or maybe that's why he was running...?  She swallowed and stuck her head out of the room, staring after him with wary brown eyes for a long moment, before ducking back into her room.  None of her business...and it would probably be best to avoid him, anyway.