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Prof T. is sitting, himself, at the most elaborate mirror toward the front of the class. Today he has on a suit with a puke-yellow pinstripe through it, one leg crossed over the other and the toe of his boot grinning out toward the door and any approaching students.

In one hand, he holds a pen-strictor that slithers and fights and struggles to bite him. He toys with it in a distracted sort of way, eyes unreadable behind his glasses, but his own too-wide mouth splitting in a grin as the first [bravest? geekiest?] kids come creeping in through the door.

"Hand your homework to me, please, and then find a seat. We're working in pairs, so either pair up quick or end up with whoever sits next to you!"

He pauses, head tipped to consider the chair opposite him, and his smile widens another notch.

"...then Remi will come sit with me and do a demonstration."

Tybalt grumbled as he entered the classroom once more. Both surprised and disappointed to find that he was the first to arrive---AGAIN! What the hell? He did not want to be the kind to always arrive on time. That's what goody-goodies did! And he was NOT a goody-goody!

At least he had company this time. From the little time he had known Lucien, which was only a short while, he found him to be somewhat interesting. ...In an oddball, air headed sort of way... But interesting nonetheless.

"What do you think the mirrors are for?" He asked the Sylph, though his gaze was soon stuck on the make-up kits. "And these...?"

Was it like stage make-up or something? Perhaps... He did recall something being said about them changing their appearances. Made sense too. This class was called forms and faces after all.

The new items were soon forgotten, as he began to look for somewhere to sit and wait for class to start, but stopped when he realized he nearly forgot something. Something, something... He knew it was something important! Though you wouldn't be able to tell by the state it was in.

"Oh! That's right! Almost forgot!" He searched his pockets and pulled out a---crumpled picture of some sort? Must be it. The black dog looked quite satisfied with his find as he tossed it over towards the teacher, where he was waiting patiently.

Gargantuan didn't have a partner. He wasn't exactly sure what to do about it, sneaking uncertain looks at the other two students while trying not to crease the rough and shoddy picture still held between his hands. He didn't know what the future was supposed to look like! And that was why it had been so easy to draw!

Shuffling up to Professor Tailor, the swamp beast's face broke into a hesitant, but genuine smile before he pushed the paper into the man's hands. "G try. Dunno 'bout future though..." He didn't know what was supposed to happen in the future! ...Though really, that was probably the point.

With that, casting another sidelong glance at Tybalt and Lucien, G settled himself in an unoccupied seat. Maybe someone would sit with him, and then they could be partners!

Rain was just about to ask G if he would be her partner but was beaten to the punch. How sad, she really wanted to sit with her friend. Now she would be stuck with someone she didn't know well and that was always awkward.
Sighing, she grabbed a table alone and hoped someone would join her.

She quietly placed her drawing down on the table and looked at it. Would she fail? She doodled the first thing that came to mind at her key words. Being Hunted.



She doodled herself. She was a Hunter. She couldn't think of hunting without imagining her going after a scare, and hoping for a kill. She wasn't very good at it yet but it was in her nature to stalk, to hunt. To here, there was no other meaning to the word.

She pouted slightly to herself at Daisuke and G. If only she had come earlier. The early maggot gets the carcass. Her mom had always told her that but she was a slowpoke.

Granted, her homework wasn't anything that great - she was chosen for 'Fear of the Unknown'... And it was freakishly close to her own fear. Once she got the assignment in the previous class, Lizzy had been thinking about it; how would she be able to express 'the unknown'? The unknown is supposed to be... Unknown after all! However, after some time, she finally decided to doodle something she thought represented it well enough for people to understand.

Entering the class, she took a quick glance around, puzzled by the presence of the mirrors yet delighted at the prospects of make-up. Walking over to the teacher's desk, she handed in her assignment before giving a brief bow. Then, turning around, she smiled happily at G as she walked past him; he's such a gentle giant! There are two ghouls without partners... But they were seated separately! Oh dear... She don't want to offend any of them by choosing one over the other! She paused, hesitating for a second before walking over to the Undead - at least she knows her name from the recent elections!

Sitting down beside her, Lizzy looked at herself in the mirror before throwing a side glance at her partner. Blushing slightly, she twirled a lock of hair around her finger, before plucking up the courage to speak, turning to face the Undead with a small smile, "U-um, hello... You are Rain, right?"

She had been so engrossed in her doodle that she didn't realize a ghoul had sat down beside her. Rain had spotted her in other classrooms, the lunchroom and in the halls but had never actually met her or spoken with her before. Attempting her friendliest smile (which was hard due to the pointed teeth), she bobbed her head up and down in a ferocious nod. "Rain, Rain Rottingham," she started before adding cordially, "Nice to meet you". She scanned her memory for a name but came up empty. If she had known it, it escaped her. "I don't believe we've met before, actually, so it's doubly nice to meet you!" She clapped her hands together loudly in excitement. If it drew the attention of other students, it escaped her.

The ghoul was so well groomed, a lovely sight in comparison to her own unkempt form. That's something Rain thought about often. Every student here was so different from one another but she absolutely loved it. Every one of them was special but most didn't realize it or took it for granted.

For reasons unknown, Davi felt kind of silly as she pulled her picture out of her pocket and smoothed it out. Thank fearfulness she'd brought her photo album with her to Amityville; the wolf thought she would have been stumped on this assignment forever otherwise. Come on, fear of being eaten? She had a pack, for Luna's sake. Eating and being eaten was as natural as bleeding. And because it was so natural, the garou had struggled with how to portray it since the moment that it was given to her.

Until last night, when she found the picture. The slightly larger werewolves in it weren't her pack. Uncle Gev had given it to her when he made her the album, saying that it was from their cousins in the north. She'd never seen the creature in the center, but heard through a few of the elders that it was good eatin'.

Davi loved the picture: it was the hunt almost ended, in the throes when the prey was going to die - period, end of nightmare - because the pack said so and wanted it done. It was a thrilling time...until she saw it from the hooves of the prey. Being run ragged, exhausted and terrified. Realizing that the creatures behind you were all jeers, snapping jaws, pointed ends. The longer she looked at the image, the more Davinica figured that for someone that didn't see it as a fact of life, the realization that you were going to be dinner now, 'kay? could be properly frightening. She'd never thought about it from the eyes of her food before.

Straightening the last crinkle, she handed in the shot. The vanities made her a little squeamish to look at, though she wouldn't admit it; she wasn't a monster with any love for makeup and fancy. Regardless, she wasted no time in sitting down across from Shekh. Her tail wagged weakly, ready to get up and move at a moment's notice. Even her smile was a little weaker than normal. "'Sup, coach?" The undead knew a lot of people. Maybe she was waiting for someone in particular?