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Effie looked up at Kieera before forcing a quick smile. The comment stung like salt in an open wound, but she knew Kieera was drunk and spouting things out of her mouth before thinking about them. "Cheers," she said in agreement, raising her bottle before taking a swig.
Bex furrowed her brow as she looked between Kieera and Effie, knowing that something had obviously happened while they were away fetching Link. "What's that supposed to mean?" she asked, quite concerned that it was something major that they were just blowing off.
Effie looked over at her best friend before shaking her head. "Screw Link. That's what that means." She wouldn't tell them all her dirty secrets, but she wasn't going to hide her distaste - well, hatred, rather - for the boy who had repeatedly stepped on her heart multiple times today.
Caesar gave a shrug as he walked over to the Mercedes. The car was on the newer end of the scale that wasn't too flashy yet kept up the facade that they were just a bunch of rich people teaching rich kids at a pretentious high school. The car unlocked with a beep and he walked over to open the passenger door for her. "As exciting as high school was back in the day, it seems totally lame now," he said as if he were a reminiscing parent telling a story to his child. "Back in the day" wasn't that long ago, but it was long enough that he could see a difference in their generations.
Franky smiled before she started walking down the hall, waiting for him to match his pace before she started talking again. "Now, shut me up if I cross any lines, but how touchy of a subject is Effie? Because I'm rather curious," she asked quietly, rubbing the back of her neck nervously to keep her hands busy instead of holding on the baby that was now in her stomach - and forcing her to crave frozen waffles. "But if you don't want to talk about her, just say the word. I'm good at changing the subject." She gave another quick smile, hoping she wasn't being as annoying as she felt.

Kieera just let out another drunken giggle. This was surely going to be a fun night. Effie was making her way back into a better mood than she was clearly in before so they could let go and party.
While Zan and Gewls held the same looked of curiosity on their face. But they were all out of whatever had happened between Kieera, Effie and link. Something had had gone down and nobody was going to tell them the dirty little secret.
"Boys are stupid anyways, except for this handsome guy." Kieera slurred up to the guy she was now going to call her boyfriend.
Rae listened to him, nodding her head because he was indeed right. Their had certainly been a difference from when they left the school and now. She could see it. Anyone blind could. "That's why I dropped out. Remember?" She asked. That's when she had turned everything around. She was so much more happier with who she was in the present day. Though, she met Riley while in high school and they were a good couple. He followed her onto the spy field. And Caesar… well that was a whole other story.
Link was quick to shut his door before he followed her to the top of the staircase. "Effie and I argued for a little bit. And I haven't seemed to actually talk to her since. So don't be worried too much about it. If she tries anything, let me know." He didn't know what he was saying at that point everything was starting to mesh together and he couldn't even hide how stressed out he was feeling about everything. "Now, subject changing?"

"No, I'm a pretty big idiot too," Ace said, furrowing a brow as he tightened his grip on Kieera. His protective instincts always seemed to kick in when she was drunk, and he couldn't quite explain why, other than he cared for her a whole awful lot and he didn't want anything to happen to her, even when she was sober. But Drunk Kieera had a problem with her balance.
"Alright," Effie said after another long drink, wiping her mouth sloppily with the back of her sleeve before she looked to Gewls beside her. "Truth or dare?"
Bex couldn't help but feel a smile light up her face; playing games with her best friend was something she'd missed the most when Effie was gone, and now she was thrilled to have it all brought back.
Caesar nodded slightly before he shut the door behind her once she sat down in the car. He walked around the front before placing himself in the driver's seat and continuing the conversation as he started the car. "I remember," he assured her with a smile. He opened the garage door with the remote before speeding out, enjoying the acceleration of the sports car beneath him. He still cursed the paycheck he got every two weeks, because it wasn't nearly enough for him to afford his dream car.
Franky almost asked why he so visibly stressed out about, but part of her felt like she already knew the answer, and the other part knew that asking him might just trigger him to snap again, so she did as he asked and changed the subject. "I've been trying to think of names," she said, wondering why the hell he, of all people, was the person she was discussing the name of her child. "I mean, I haven't even decided if I'm going to keep it or not, and I know naming it will only make it harder to separate myself from it, but I just can't help it." She huffed out from her little rant before adding, "If it's a girl I was thinking Casandra, and I can't think of anything good if it's a boy."

Full Name: Alessa Monroe Abrams
Aliases/Nicknames (if any): Usually goes by Monroe; family calls her Mimi
Age/Date of Birth: 17/ 1/2
Grade: Junior
Sex: Female
Appearance:



Height: 5'10"
Weight: 115 lbs.
Eyes: Hazel/green
Hair: Dark brown/black
Tattoos, Piercings, Marks, Scars, etc.: She has tribal/flower designs in white ink across her upper back, shoulders, and biceps that covers up a majority of the scars that marked the skin there:

Personality: Mimi is an outgoing, loud, social butterfly who's constantly moving and has too much energy for a high schooler who should be worrying about finals. She crosses plenty of lines in every conversation she has, almost like she just doesn't understand what is and isn't social acceptable. She blames it on her rebelliousness from the ways she was raised, but anyone who's known her for long has known it's always been that way. She's rather hilarious, cracking too many jokes, and constantly getting on people's - especially teacher's - nerves. She has the lifestyle of an Olympic athlete, measuring out calories and working out on a strict schedule, just because she wants to. She has no fear in who she is; she's confident in the person she is, both on the inside and the outside, and her diet and lifestyle are merely part of her perks. She hates any silence, and is always trying to fill the void, and she's almost constantly moving.
She loves the phrase "lover, not a fighter" because she knows it expresses her personality in the best light. She hates confrontation and will avoid it at any costs, but that's not to say she isn't a good fighter. In fact, she's an expert in the area of combat, and she specializes in melee weapons. She's slowly but surely getting over the fear of hurting someone, which is why she's spent so much time perfecting her ability to kill; she's hoping one day it'll just click in her head that in some situations she has to use force to defend herself.

History: Part of her need to train herself physically is because of the constant memories of her past. She was abducted when she was just six years old, and after two years of searching, her parents (both spies) had to hold a funeral for their daughter they thought they'd never seen again. But on the day of her twelfth birthday, she showed up on the front steps of her home, dying of starvation and covered from head-to-toe in fresh wounds and healing broken bones. Her memory from the past six years was missing, and even five years later she's still working to recover everything since she can only remember a fraction of those six years that were stolen from her.
When she was found on her porch by her parents, they soon discovered that she had a new instinct like a wild dog: any stressor triggered in her brain would set her off in a rather impressive response of "fight or flight;" on numerous occasions, she'd catch herself holding a knife to her dad's throat in the kitchen because he startled her too suddenly. It took years to retrain her instincts to react differently, and even today she still has trouble restraining herself, and her biggest nightmare is to accidentally hurt someone she loves because of something that snaps in her head.

Serious Problems/Flaws/Addictions/Disorders/Disabilities: No serious problems or addictions; she's perfected her body in every way she can, letting her kidnapping change her for the better. She'll enjoy a drink or two at a party every now and then, but her self-control is off the charts.
Likes: She loves musicals; either on Broadway or the silver screen: you name it, she knows every word. She adores cheesy romance novels and movies, but she's also a huge fan of superhero movies. Her personal favorite is Batman, but she can see the appeal of someone like Clark Kent.
She's also had a history with modeling, and though it's usually just a hobby, she loves being in front of the camera.
Dislikes: Mimi absolutely hates stress. Anything that causes her anxiety to peek makes her blood boil so she's not only anxious but pissed off. And because of her strict paleo diet she's also developed very particular taste buds, so there's a lot of food she doesn't like.

Family: Mother, Ethel, father, Ichabod, and one little sister, Chaya
Pet(s): None
Sports: Used to be a hardcore figure skater, but had to quit after she reached high school; now she only does it whenever she has the time.
Other: Born into a wealthy family in upper Manhattan, and after she was abducted, she was recruited to St. John's in Miami and then transferred to Harvey after they discovered the similarities between her and one of their student's kidnapping cases to see if they were abducted by the same people and to help each other with the memory recovery process.


Kieera shook her head at him. "You're so smart." She put a finger on his lips, before adding a smile to her face. "You're beautiful and smart." This was like a whole different version of drunk Kieera. She was going to be ten times worse than usual.
Gewls raised her eyebrow at Effie, but this seemed like it would be a fun game they could play. "Truth." She answered. If she got dare she was afraid of Effie asking her to drink. Not asking; daring her too.
"So…" Raegan didn't even know what to talk to him about. She slumped back against the seat. She always had something to talk about. Especially when she was around him. But her mind was completely blank. Maybe he eod have something? She glanced over at him, watching the pure excitement on his face as he drove. What a guy… "Don't go too fast. If we get pulled over I am definitely not going to back you up on this. Despite you being my partner."
"That would be a pretty name." Wow, she really was good at changing the subject. Link tried to look at her through the corner of his eye so he didn't have to take them off of the road ahead. This was just a nerve racking thing. "So… when did you figure that you were… ya know? Pregnant?" He asked curiously. This must have been scary and Zander didn't seem to be one that just settled down to take care of a family. What would that be like

Effie grinned, not even missing a beat before she asked, "Is today really the first time you two have had sex?" She eyed Jack who let out an awkward, loud laugh before shaking his head and turning to Gewls.
"You don't have to answer that," he told her with a smile, wondering why on earth Effie would ask something so personal, but then again, it was Effie they were talking about.
She frowned a blew a puff of smoke from her cigarette into his face before turning back to Gewls and waited for her answer. This game was going to be a great way to catch up on what she had missed; despite how awkward and personal her questions were, they had to be answered. Or they had to face the consequences, which in Effie's version of the game, were a million times worse than the truths or dares themselves.
Ace shook his head before looking down at her and pressing his lips to her forehead. "Whatever you say, darling," he said with a smile, just to agree with her. He didn't want to argue with her; even something as minor as this might set her off since she was so drunk.
Caesar glanced over at her with a pouted lip and puppy dog eyes before he eased up on the gas, deciding he'd abide by her wishes. "Some partner you are," he murmured teasingly before giving her a wink. He turned his eyes back to the road as he reached over to grab her hand, holding it while he rested his elbow on the console. "Besides, who would ticket a CIA agent?" he asked, though it was completely impossible for the cop to know that they were CIA. Their identities just stated that they were teachers at Harvey, so there was no way to explain to them that they were trained double agents who know six ways to kill them with a credit card.
Franky wrapped her arms around her stomach as if she felt self-conscious about being pregnant. She had already started gaining weight, and though there wasn't much of a bump, she knew her body well enough that things were changing and growing and swelling and she really didn't like it, yet it gave her a sense of excitement and wonder. "About a month ago," she admitted. "It was the morning sickness that did it. I mean, I got my hands on a boat load of pregnancy tests, and every morning I'd try at least three of them just to make sure it wasn't some horrible nightmare I was having." She laughed lightly as if it were a story of her past she was remaining. "Every time I got that stupid little positive sign, I'd take another one, just thinking they were all busted." She shook her head, knowing she sounded absolutely crazy.

Gewls rolled her eyes at Effie. "Yes, I seriously made Jack wait until I was sure I loved him." Which, was true to an extent. She was pretty sure she was in love with him when she first laid eyes on him but it wasn't like she was going to admit it to the group. "I actually told him we should wait until tonight… but then I couldn't wait and one thing lead to another…" she shrugged. It was a huge deal to her. It wasn't really just sex at that point. She knew that's what people meant when they said that they 'made love'. It was special. "Truth or dare, Bex?"
"Hey! I defend you all the time otherwise." Raegan got on the defense but decided against it. "They would pull your ass over because we aren't CIA. We are teachers. Super young, sexy teachers." She looked down at her legs. "It's a shame I didn't wear a skirt, I'm really good at seducting." She pretended that she did have on a tiny little outfit by pantomiming a skirt, lifting it up to expose her porcelain skin. Which she did indeed have. She was as white as white came and if couldn't have been more embarrassing. Whenever she was with a guy, he would always comment on it.
Lincoln stared straight ahead. It wasn't funny at all how Zander had done this to her. Even if it did take two to make the baby. "Were you going to tell Zander about it?" He should stop. That's all he could think. He needed to stop with the questions. It wasn't okay, at least, he knew he didn't want those kinds of questions asked.

Bex pondered her answer while her fingers drew designs on the bottle in her hands before she said, "Dare...?" very hesitantly, terrified of what Gewls might make her do. She hadn't played in so long that she was sure it wasn't going to end well, but maybe everyone was just as hesitant as her to jump head first into the game.
Caesar couldn't help but let his eyes trail down her body, which wouldn't have been the first time. She made it hard not to when she proudly flaunted every gorgeous curve beneath her doll-like complexion, and at that point he didn't even hide the grin that crossed his lips before grunting and turning back to the road, deciding against commenting on what she'd said. Oh, she could very easily seduce any guy of her choice, and deep down Caesar knew that part of him was jealous that he hadn't been one of those very rare guys, but he was nice enough to respect that boundary every since she lost Riley.
Franky honestly didn't know the answer to that question. She tossed it around inside her empty head as she took the stairs slowly, one at a time and watching her feet. "Demitri made me," she admitted with a furrowed brow, quickly catching up to defend him so it didn't sound like he'd forced her into it. "I mean, I was too terrified to tell him. And I wanted to, and I knew I needed to, but if someone hadn't have told me that I had to, I don't know if I would have told him." She had been furious with Demitrious for what he'd forced her to do, but now she realized that he'd done the right thing and she wouldn't have done it without him.

"Hey! That's a punishment for me." Zander cut in.
Raegan looked out the window. "The cop wouldn't have seen it coming." She felt like she was now talking to herself. Which was fine. She did it on a normal daily basis and it made her feel like she was something unique. She had to have been for where she was now in life. She felt a smile grow on her face when she turned to look at her best friend. "I love you Caesar." She said simply. Sometimes, that was all it took for their friendship. Those words meant he world to her because you didn't know if you'd ever see that person again. Losing Riley helped her with that lesson of being somewhat kind in the spy world.
Link just nodded. The mention of Demitrious's name made his stomach flip. He hated that guy more than anything in the world, but he had helped out Effie and now- Franky. So maybe he wasn't all that bad. Link needed to remember that forgiveness was a good thing and if he and Effie ever talked again they would be fixing things. At least he wanted them too. "Well I hope he is serious abot helping you- Zander that is. If he doesn't I will make sure he is thinkng about it daily."

Full Name: Riley Seamus Finnegan
Aliases/Nicknames (if any): The CIA assigned him the new name of Aedan Liam McCoy, and he teaches at Harvey under that name.
Age/Date of Birth: 20/ 12/5
Sex: Male
Appearance:




Height: 6'1"
Weight: 150 lbs.
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Dirty blonde
Tattoos, Piercings, Marks, Scars, etc.: He's got one tattoo on his back, right between his two shoulder blades:

Personality: Riley can easily be described as brooding and intimidating. He's rather quiet and keeps to himself, but it's not because he's shy. He doesn't like sharing his personal thoughts with everyone else, and it takes years and years of building a special connection before he's finally at the point of sharing his deepest darkest secrets. By that time, he's almost an entirely different person. He's a hopeless romantic who strived to keep a smile on his fiance's face every second that he was around her, and he'd jump off a cliff if she wished it. Deep down, he's a sensitive, caring man who worries a lot about the people he loves, and the only way he's learned to cope with the stress that easily builds up is through his work. Outside of that special relationship, though, he's not bitter and harsh but he also won't withhold anything in the fear of offending someone. He's surprisingly patient, which was an attribute he developed in the years he was with Raegan.

History: In a mission gone awry, Riley ended up separated from his fiance and Caesar who had been his partner's on said mission. His specialty has always been firearms, especially long-distance or sniping, and when he was hit with a fatal wound from the enemy agency, the agency kidnapped him and faked his death. Years later, after escaping from a secret prison in the forests of Sweden, he contacted the CIA once more and spent years in his very own and very real Jason Bourne movie trying to convince them that he wasn't a traitor. Unfortunately, everyone he'd ever met had been told that he was shot and killed while on duty, and in order to stay alive, he had to enter back into the CIA under a different name and was forced to live a new life, never being able to return to the love of his life or the job he'd trained and worked so hard to get, and he's spent every free second mourning what he used to have and wishing he were dead just so he could stop regretting every decision he'd ever made.

Serious Problems/Flaws/Addictions/Disorders/Disabilities: He's suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) since his escape from the prison and has been learning to cope with the hallucinations, flashbacks, and anxiety attacks, as well as the chronic depression that plagues his everyday life. He's willed himself not to turn to any abusive substances knowing that would only make it worse, but every day it's a struggle for him not to end his life. Though, of course, he's always been a smoker, ever since he met Raegan.
Likes: Because of his hopeless romantic tendencies, he has a secret love for romantic comedies, though over the years of adjusting to his new life, he's developed a taste for sad indie music and crappy horror movies. He used to read a ton back when he was Riley, but apparently Aedan hates any book that's more than two hundred pages long.
Dislikes: He can't stand sweet foods; any kind of candy has his stomach churning, which might have something to do with the many Christmases and Easters and Halloweens that he spent puking because he ate far more than his stomach could handle. He's also avoided loud sounds and, in general, an over dose on the color red, which he's learned to be triggers for an anxiety attack from his PTSD.

Family: Aedan has no living relatives, and neither does Riley, but he used to be super close to his mother and father who raised him in Ireland until he moved to London, but both died of natural causes while he was in prison.
Pet(s): He keeps a very tame and quiet boxer in his assigned dorm, and he's grown very attached to his dog, Mutt. Mutt also doubles as a service dog, trained to help him with the PTSD, and quite honestly the fear of leaving the protective dog homeless might be the only thing keeping Aedan alive right now, because he knows that Mutt's attachment to him will prevent him from establishing a relationship with anyone else.

Other: Has a rather thick and distinct Irish brogue, which is the reason for his new alias having to be 100% Irish: he can't seem to get used to faking an American accent.


Effie laughed lightly, shaking her head at Zander. "Then you better hope she can pull this off," she reasoned, looking at Bex with a challenging glance, wondering if she would accept it or pass.
With a deep breath, Bex stated simply, "You better fucking time me," in a rather harsh and deep tone before inhaling deeply and slowly and lowering herself below the surface, pinching her eyes shut and thinking about nothing but trying to relax all her muscles so her brain didn't start freaking itself out that it was dying. Above the water, Effie started counting up from one, a small, devious smile on her face.
Caesar didn't skip a beat before he looked at her with a smile and said, "I love you too, Rae." The words had caught him off guard, considering the amount of lust that was now flashing behind his eyes every time he blinked, but he managed to get the words out at a rather normal tone. He turned back to the road, subconsciously drawing circles on the palm of her hand while he drove. "Where exactly are we going, princess?" he asked, his eyes scanning the tiny shops of the tiny town to distract himself from the thought of Raegan in a mini skirt. Now was not the time.
Franky nodded in reassurance. "Oh, no, I trust him," she said with a smile. Which could have either been a horrible or wonderful decision, and she was quite terrified what the result might be. "I know he has Bex, which I'm honestly really happy that she's so happy with him, but I know that he's not going to abandon me." Her smile faded when she reminded herself that he wasn't staying by her side for her; he was staying for his future son or daughter, and though she'd pretty much gotten over her feelings for him, it did sting a little that she had to be pregnant to get at least someone not to leave her.

Zander gave Effie a stink eye. Sometimes she was a real jerk. But whatever the case, he looked over at Bex, making sure he was ready to swim after her if she had a panick attack. Which was very possible. He couldn't believe how ridiculous this dare was but it had to be done. At least she wasn't making Bex do other things.
Gewls silently counted Next to Effie. If she would have known about Bex's fear, she wouldn't have made the poor girl to into the water. But it was too late for her to even say so. "She's going to make it." She said to Jack, it was as positive as she could be just then.
Raegan blinked. Oh, that was right. She was the one paying for this little outing of theirs. "Well, what sounds good to you?" She glanced up at him, noticing a look on his face, which she couldn't quite pin it on. But she didn't know if she wanted too. Maybe she gave him too big of a visual. She didn't mind that he was thinking that way; if he was. Sometimes, she would imagine those rumors about them being true. She hadn't thought about it much though; until she started teaching. But how was she to even know he was thinking about her in that way. It was Caesar for crying out loud.
Link gave her a nod. "I told you I'd be here for you too. I mean… I can only imagine how hard it will be. But we should all be here for you." It was his way of promising something to her. She deserved a whole hell of a lot more. This was his more sensitive side. What had happened to it when he was face to face with Effie? Because it surely hadn't had been present for the way he had treated her when she didn't deserve it.

"Hearing voices?" Jack asked Effie, mortified that she'd forgotten that little detail that Bex had schizophrenia, and apparently this was trigger for her hallucinations, but then he realized that Bex had willingly decided to do this, so maybe it wasn't as bad as Effie suddenly made it sound.
Effie threw him a look that quickly shut him up before she tossed the bottle in her hand to the side and quickly dove into the water, grabbing a hold of Bex's body with her eyes closed. Once she resurfaced with her best friend in hand, Bex's reaction was like she was getting attacked.
"Get off of me! Let go! Let me go!" Bex started screaming a very high pitched voice, throwing blind punches that Effie tried to dodge while she dragged her friend over the edge of the pond. Bex's eyes finally shot open, but it was like she was in a dream, yet everything felt so real. She was surrounded by dark shadows and terrible looking creatures and they were all shouting things in a language she didn't understand and she started screaming again, trying to defend herself from things that weren't there.
"I'm craving Italian," Caesar admitted, though that wasn't much of a surprise, and he knew that she knew that. Given that his mother was actually Italian, he'd grown up eating plenty of authentic dishes that Olive Garden should be ashamed of comparing themselves to. Still, every time he ate at a little whole-in-the-wall "authentic" Italian restaurant, he hoped it would be as good as his mother's; it never was. "But I've heard rave reviews about that little pizza shop up on the corner," he informed her, pointing a finger off the top of his steering wheel just down the block before he looked back at her and waited for her input.
Franky gave a smile, feeling a deep happiness well up inside her at his sincerity. She loved that he was being so kind to her, and now she was regretting every nasty look she'd ever given him, and she was feeling even more guilty about stabbing Effie in the back. "Okay, now that you've asked me all about my pregnancy," Franky started with a light smile, hoping that they'd talked enough that she could get some more information out of him about Effie once more. "You should tell me why things have gone to hell with Effie. I mean, why are you two so mad at each other?" Apart from him almost sleeping with her, of course. She understood that - kind of. The girl hadn't openly admitted to having feelings for Link, and just because Franky knew didn't mean Link knew. But she had to know what was going on; she was far too nosy to go on without knowing.
(When should we throw our other two in?)





Happening. Like Link and Franky…)




"I'm so sorry," Bex repeated for the billionth time as she sat against the wall on the floor of their room, looking at Effie with nervous eyes.
Effie rolled her eyes and sneered as she adjusted the unlit cigarette in her hand, waving Bex off. "If you apologize one more time, I'll break your cheekbone." Okay, she didn't break her face. She did, however, plant a decent sized bruise right under her eye and bust her lip open during her little episode out by the pond. That little mishap had put their game on halt, so now they all sat in the girls' dorm, trying to ignore the obvious elephant in the room.
How could Bex not feel guilty? The day Effie comes back, already beaten up, and she manages to give her new bruises. She felt like shit - not only emotionally, but also physically. Her doctor told her that she needed to take a special dose of another medication that practically put her to sleep after an episode, so as she rested against the wall, it took every ounce of strength she had not to fall asleep.
Jack sat on the edge of Gewls's bed, her legs in his lap as he lightly massaged her calf muscles, listening to Bex and Effie banter. He was kind of startled at the whole situation; he'd almost completely forgot that Bex was ill until today, and he'd never seen anything like that. The terror in her eyes and in her voice was real, like something out of a horror movie.
"What do you mean you never knew?" Riley hissed angrily in a quiet voice as he stood, fists clenched, in front of the headmistress. She was eerily calm, as always, and showed no signs of feeling threatened or intimidating. She was one of the world's best spies, after all. "You can't tell me you never dug into my past. Their names are everywhere in my records-"
Morgan cut him off by simply raising her hand before she spoke. "They got rid of everything on you, Aedan. There is no record that Riley Finnegan ever existed." She shrugged, as if it were that simple.
He was still furious. His fiance and partner were now teaching at the school as part of their undercover job for their double agent mission, and he had to do whatever he could to avoid them at all costs, otherwise his own cover would be blown. Which he didn't give a damn about, but if he wanted to keep his job, he had to pretend he nor Raegan and Caesar existed. Yet it was difficult, since he had years of pent up angry and depression build up inside him, and now suddenly the most important person in his life was back and she couldn't know he wasn't dead.
"You'll love these kids," Headmaster stated excitedly as he walked down the hall towards the dorm, Monroe towering over his short stature as she followed him.
"Yeah?" Mimi asked, not really paying attention as her eyes scanned the medals and shields and banners and posters that decorated the walls of the school. She was thrilled to be in a new place; change always excited her, and she was far too excited to be listening to this old man tell her things she really didn't care to hear about the school.
"Yep," Headmaster restated with a nod. He stopped in front of the dorm number that was listed on his sheet. "I think they're all here. Just a heads up, your new partner, Elizabeth, she's kind of... a wild card," he said, phrasing it as delicately as possible. Everybody had been telling her that the moment the found out about this girl's abduction; what made her so important.
Either way, Mimi flashed a convincing smile. "I'll keep that in mind," she said, waiting to get a kick start on the new chapter in her life. This school seemed promising, and it was exciting for her to possibly be able to meet someone who had gone through what she'd gone through, so maybe this whole process could start getting a little easier.
(woo length)

"Whatever we were going to do originally. We don't need link." Zander knew the guy was probably having a hard time coming to terms with the fact that she was indeed around. But he would have to get over it. Effie was back and if he wanted to be a lazy jerk stuck in bed while the girl clearly had some sort of feelings for him and wanted him to be around. Then fine.
"Effie totally agrees with that statement, right?" Kieera threw in her two cents and then stared at Effie for a reply. She must have been feeling upset, but Kieera was too numb to even keep her mouth shut.
Raegan rolled her eyes, putting a hand over his, but quickly dropped it after he let go. "That's good. I'm really glad that you are enjoying your teaching job." She said quickly, stepping out the door. "This job has probably been one of the hardest ones I have had." She would obviously start using codes so that way if people were listening she would have been smarter in hiding her words. One day the bad guys would find out. "Anything else exciting, my friend?"
Link gave his room a once over in case it would give him some great advice as to what he should do. He realized he wasn't tied down to Effie, and it wouldn't be necessary if Effie had attacked her, so he just nodded. "I would love too. I'm super hungry." He said seriously. He was starving and that could have very well been because he was locked up in his room for two months. It was out of stupidity too. The girl he had done so much for didn't really care for him and never would in the manner he knew he wanted her too.