[ Kanon enters through the front doors and wanders in warily; he isn't a student here, though he's definitely the right age to be. And the casual way he's dressed isn't unusual for a highschool student, either. Even with the small box tucked under his arm. It could be easy to confuse him for one.
He looks... perhaps a little lost; he glances at a piece of paper he has clutched in his hands more than he should have if he knew where he was going. It's more than obvious he's looking for something, or maybe someone. Maybe you can point him in the right direction? ]
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Dammit dammit dammit dammit...
[Have an Ed, who is rushing to make it to class on time, since he overslept. He bursts through the front doors of the school just as the tardy bell rings.]
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[Marlena is ditching class, standing behind the gym, smoking a clove cigarette and looking bored. Come hassle her... or join her. Whichever.]
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Good morning, students! This is Principal Derp welcoming you to a riveting day of learning and education here at Dressing High.
Please make sure you aren't late to class! Nobody would want that to happen.
((Game is now open. Feel free to post with classes being taught, students mingling in halls, or... anything else related to high school. For rules and stuff, see the profile page.))
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