Brooke: "Oh yeah!" She heads to her room and packs some random clothes. She then changes into light blue jeans and a white shirt with 'The Beatles' written all over it.
Hermit: I will give you 20 second head start and if you reach the school before me I will let you go and you will pass the test but if I catch you-he smiles evilly-you better pray to god that I don't kill you-he takes a few step back watching her-
Saxon As he packs up his bags he looks over at the last ever photograph of his parents; he picks it up and brings it towards his chest, embracing the photo frame.
Louisa "I can't-" she starts nervously, faltering when the strange feeling comes over her again. Her control over herself is rendered useless as she begins to speak more coolly and confidently than she ever has before. "I don't even need the head start, but if you insist."
Semira/Markal They reach the woods. "I saw that girl from room 211 go in there," Semira whispers to Markal. "I think she's being… taken care of. We can't let anyone else go in there." Markal nods and calls to Jack. "Oi! Get away from there!" Semira groans in frustration. "You couldn't be any more obvious."
Semira She thinks quickly. "Um, there's been reports of some wild animals. Bears, coyotes, foxes. It's insane. They might have rabies."
Hermit: -sits down beside a tree watching her-you better start running cause once I start there's nothing stopping me
Markal/Semira Markal sighs in relief. "Yeah, let's get away from the woods." Semira nods in agreement but keeps her eyes on Jack, appraising him. Something seems off about him.
Louisa "Alright." Smirking, she ducks under some branches and starts running effortlessly, never once losing her footing on the bumpy trail.
Jack: Looks at Markal. "Damn! Think I found one of those bears." He says with a laugh. "What you must be, 7 feet tall?"
Saxon He slings his bag over his shoulder and walks outside to meet Brooke. "We need to act as normal as possible."
Markal/Semira Markal looks around blankly. "What? Where's the bear?" Semira sighs in exasperation. "He was talking about you. Yes, he's actually 6'7". Close enough," she laughs. Louisa She continues to sprint, breathing without the slightest hitch in her breath.