"Don't be fooled

              Her entire break, Emmaline had a blast. Being away from the school and with Oliver was just what she had needed to get back her sense of purpose. Little heists here and there, small things that were easy to cover up really, had made her feel alive again after that terrible dream she had. Still no matter how far away her and Oliver had gotten from the school or how much they accomplished, there was a nagging feeling in the back of her head.                         Quinnie, Quinnie, Quinnie.                Walking through the dorms, a familar figure caught her eye and made Emma  come to a complete stop. Ever since he had called her that name and looked at her that way, the blonde couldn’t shake the feeling that she knew him. It had been in the back of her mind during the break, but seeing him now it suddenly hit her.                          “Xany?”The name fell from her lips as she walked over to him.                          “It’s really you right? That why you were lookin’ at me like that.”

“No shit.” Mal snorted. “But at least the food’s better. So where’ve you been? I didn’t think they let probationee’s get winter break.”

“You can get anythin’ if you ask nice enough, Silly.” Emmaline teased with a wide grin. “Oh you know, here and there. Didn’t stay in one place too long. But what were you up to Mal? Anythin’ excitin’?”

“The school gives you more freedom than a prison would, Ms. Quinzel.”

“Well duh, Mr. Wayne. Doesn’t change the fact feel like we’re sittin’ ducks here.” Emmaline drawled leaning against the railing of the stairs.

      “You sound surprised,” the tall Atlantean mused from behind her as she paused on the staircase. His arms crossed, a slight frown on his lips. “It is not as though it were going to change while we were away— it is still school.”

         As a force of nervous habit, Krystal had an insatiable need to rub and keep rubbing her eyes. Galaxies danced across her vision as the blonde stifled a yawn and stumbled through the crowded cafeteria. She was in a PANIC, albeit exhausted, and couldn’t help but trudge herself down the hallway as though it took every last of her reserve strength. Something inside of Krys was GNAWING at her, insistent, pleading at her to REMEMBER. But there were no memories to muster, at least none she could muster from the vast canyon of her subconscious, and she feared perhaps she’d once again been RESET by her father. 

         She slid into the benches of a vacant table, head bowed between her arms, hands clasped against her ears to drown out the sounds of the world around her, (( All the Crock wanted was to figure out what the FUCK was wrong with her, why she felt the way she did… )) when she became hyperaware of another presence behind her.  ❛  Can I HELP you?  ❜

“Yeah, how do we know you’re not the thief?” Sly said, backing the blond up. “You could’ve just misplaced it.” They rolled their eyes, finally walked away. “Thanks,” Sly turned to the female, pulling the watch out of his pocket with a smirk.

“Exactly. Awfully suspicious of you!” Emmaline teased, wagging her finger at them until they walked away. Once the boy turned to her, Emma smirked and dropped the act. “No problem. I figured that if you were good enough to swipe it you should be able to keep it. ‘sides, I don’t like them very much. They’re always harpin’ on me ‘bout my pranks.”

“It was getting stuffy in there.” He shrugged. He hated staying in one place for an extended period in time. Everything in him wanted to hibernate through this. But then he wouldn’t be ready for another attack. He honestly didn’t think the Joker would harm him, but it was the Joker. He wasn’t exactly predictable. “Yes, I’m from Gotham as well. It’s a pleasure, I’m Donovan Langstrom.”  

“It’s always stuffy in infirmaries. That’s why I don’t like bein’ in them. Too much like bein’ in a jail.” Emmaline scrunched up her face and sighed dramatically after she spoke. Slowly she lowered her arms and rested her head on the table instead. “Oh a pleasure? Aren’t you just a sweetheart with a fancy name. It’s a pleasure as well, Donovan. I like your fangs, by the way.”

“I didn’t steal that,” he stated defensively. “I’ve never even seen that before.” Sylvester shook his head slowly at his accuser. 

“Yeah, back off. Why you always gotta accuse people of stealin’? How do we know you didn’t take it, huh?” Emmaline chimed in, butting her way into the conversation both vocally and physically. 

“Well I’m a little behind alright? Still catching up with what the hell’s going on in this place.” Margot replied defensively, amusement pulling at her lips. “For now I’ll just have to believe you blondie. We’ll see if you’re right in a couple of days, right?”

        Alek preferred the night in comparison to the day but he knew day was significantly safer. At this point though, no time of day was safe for him all he could do was be on high alert. His roommate was asleep or gone, he never knew with him but he took advantage of the quiet and slipped out into the rather quiet campus. Not a person in sight other than the occasionally jogger. The campus was still stirred from the attack and he didn’t blame them, he wasn’t at his prime either. For a moment he stopped and just listened to his surroundings, helped remind himself of the human aspects which were still in tact. “No,” he simply responded to the smiling blonde. “I came to be alone.”