The Grounds, somewhere sorta-kinda over by room 422; Early Tuesday Morning.

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A lot of thinking had been done. A lot of consideration and some more self-loathing and what have you that lead to the fact that, yeah, something had to be done here. He had to get Teddy back. Somehow.

Potentially embarrassing himself in front of the whole school seemed to be as good a solution than any, and, really, couldn't be worse than the whole cheerleading thing (which he wasn't getting to like, really, honestly...shut up).

After a few very carefully aimed and tossed rocks up at the window to room 422 (hey, Chad had a pretty good arm), he picked up the boombox and pushed play, holding it up as he filled the morning air with the sounds of Peter Gabriel's voice. In Your Eyes.

Hey, it worked for that one guy in that one movie, right? Chad actually couldn't remember how it went, but he'd been up all night after a long day of emo and work, and this was what he had to offer as a result.

...He really hoped he had the right window...

[[ he's clearly trying to get the attention of a certain someone, but feel free to gawk ]]

The Roof - Tuesday Afternoon

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Even though the sun didn't seem too inclined to peek out from behind the clouds, it was still warm enough and nice enough out that Neil decided to take himself up on the roof for a bit.

He was in a thoughtful frame of mind and took his legal pad of paper and a pen with him so he could write a letter to Todd while he sat on the ledge. Even though not a single one of those letters had been mailed, Neil still enjoyed writing them though at the end he tended to find himself in a melancholy mood.

Hence, the roof.

[ooc: Can't get much more open than a roof.]

Tuesday late at night, 4th floor hallway

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Ami had managed to open the door to her room, still asleep. Slowly she made her way down the hall to the only place she felt safe. The room the one person who said they would protect her lived in.

[Ami is sleepwalking through the hallway to Setsuna's room. don't wake her, eh? feel free to wtf though]

Fourth Floor Commmon Room, evening

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Not in the mood to sit in her room, Isabel wandered out to the common room and flipped on the TV, flipping channels to find something decent to watch.