Smith's Dorm Tower, Sunday Noon-ish

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The phone rings.

But the phone never rings. So Smith eyes it, before pulling out his earpiece, lifting the receiver, and holding it to his ear.

"Who is this?" he asks, and the reply comes.

"What do you want?" he asks, and the other party responds.

"Why do you think I care?" Smith demands, and he reacts none-to-kindly to the answer.

"I hope you die in a fire," He says, and hangs up the phone. He pops his neck, puts his earpiece back in, and walks over to his dresser. He sets down his set of room and building keys, and writes a note, which he sticks under the keys. He then steps out the front door of the tower, sighs mightily, and leaves a very startled looking random citizen of Fandom on the doorstep, where Smith had been mere moments before.

The Principal was out.

[ooc: Smith has been put onto forced sabbatical until I can stand to play the character again because of his gross negligence in school safety and sexual harassment of students in public announcements. Don't worry, the school will not be headless, and Smith isn't gone forever. A substitute is on their way from the mainland, and shall arrive tommorow. Some people already know, so pointing out stickittotheme won't exactly ruin most peoples' surprise...]

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*holds parade*

[ooc: he was fun while he lasted.]