Amalgaverse High

Now, let's be honest, gathering the known hunter kids and meeting up in the library once a week wasn't Mr Flynn's idea. Hell, it shouldn't have been anyone's idea. But once Poe started to realize there were other kids from hunter families in the school, well, she thought it might be a good idea to get together and share information. More safety in a group, right?

Poe picked the library not because Mr. Flynn might know something about anything (because she doesn't know WHAT he knows, just that he knows SOMETHING), but because it was quiet and she knew it was protected (she's capable of picking a lock, but nothing has been able to get her into the library after hours). Aside from that, no one would say anything about some little club meeting in a location practically no one else goes to.

This week, however, seems to have Poe in a bit of a paranoid state. Something very, very strange has been going on around town and even in the confines of the school walls. October has brought something nasty along with it and there's definitely some things that need to be brought up. Specifically, what is up with some teacher and student's faces? Mr. Crowley's dog, too!

Because of this, she's chosen to show up ahead of the others to scope out Mr. Flynn's situation.

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This is not a private thread, by the way. Mainly, the hunter kids that know of this 'club' get together and gossip. HOWEVER, the library IS a public venue in the school and anyone can show up or even interrupt their discussion. That's part of the fun, after all!

Where do the cool kids hang out after school? The mall, obviously. But not that lowly, trashy mall. This is the fancy mall on the rich side of town. The one with stores that carry shit like Coach bags and Jimmy Choo shoes and things no normal person should ever need. Anyone who's not willing to drop a few hundred on something you can get from the regular mall should...probably go to the regular mall.

Of course Wesker would be shopping here. Step foot in that gross, commoner mall? Not a damn chance. He's making his way through what little crowds there are, chatting on his cell phone, while in his other hand he's got a couple bags from some of the clothing stores. His next destination? That fancy boutique up ahead.

Fancy /indeed/. It even has personal shoppers so all the rich, snooty people who shop there don't need to lift a finger. And they get the added bonus of bossing people around. Excellent. One of those poor saps who does your shopping for you is Maxwell, and he's jsut finished clocking in, heading up to the register to wait around until called upon to be a glorified slave. Fun!
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