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"No. I'm simply part of it. There's something else here, something huge. And it wants to get rid of those who don't give in to it." She looks around, making sure no one is in the room. "I ask riddles. Who knows what the school itself asks?"

"Well, now that it's just us, do you have any words? Rhymes? Riddles? Phrases? Questions? Questions?" She seems off her head, fighting from the inside. "Whatever is in this school, it's not here to teach, it's here to ask. And you know me, I ask the riddles. What do you ask?" She grins again...

Heather pouts. Someone solved her riddle and she couldn't outwit them. Perhaps this girl was wiser than Heather thought? Then again, everyone looks like an idiot in her eyes. "What's the dea-" She jumps up a bit when the door slams. Even worse, water is everywhere, and she knows now that...

Heather looks down at him, chuckling. Hopefully no one would know she was doing this, but she doesn't care. Kill them all, Sol. She concentrated her mind on him. Or at least, make them join us. Say nothing about me. Her lips remained shut. She walks over to a window and looks down at the stream...

Heather continued with her business. "Natalie, please come over here and tell me if you see any changes in him. I think it might be just me." A snicker escaped her mouth and she looked around the room. "Also, here's a riddle. What holds a million freaks and is surrounded by your greatest fear?"

"Oh, right. I had a feeling you would've recovered by now. So much for that." She sighs. She decided to transmit violent thoughts into his head without warning, attempting to slowly change the innerworkings of his mind. "If there's anything you need, let me know." She grins in a way that's, for...

She looks at Chris and smiles. "I don't steal directly. I mean, technically I'm stealing, just not in front of someone's face. Most of the time, that is. Now, on our way to that house we were talking about?"

Heather stares at her. Oh well. She must have heard that one before. Although, Heather doesn't even remember learning it, but the answer "death" feels much more natural to it. She steps in. "Sol. Let's discuss the school... outside. Natalie could come if you'd like."

Heather smiles at her. "I would like to speak to Sol. I saw his little... crisis. It gave me more than a little panic, but please don't be worried. He's in good hands." Her tone of voice become twisted, almost obsessive. "It happened for a reason. Are the wounds getting better? Oh, and by the...

Heather collected herself and knocked on the door in which they were in. "Hello, principal. Please, may I have a word with you?" Her tone of voice was more rigid than usual. Stiff and unnerving.

She screaming stops and Heather walks upstairs. The wall covered in riddles would have to be taken care of later on. For now, her only goal was to do what the entity wanted. Oh yes, there was something in the school that she had to take care of. All things change over time, and so would the school.

After the whole wall was filled up with these riddles, she stared at them. She didn't know the answer herself, the words just came out of her head. Only brief memories of writing them came back to her. Then she screamed. She continues to scream manically, shouting "no!" at nothing. The riddles...

Sammy smiled back. "That actually sounds very nice. It gives me a place to put my books." She looked around, breathing in the smokey air. "So, what's the best way to get money, you think? I typically break vending machines and get stuff from there. Easy with a club and low security."

Upon seeing the others weren't running, she slapped herself and ran back. "W-wait! I though you were going to r-run away from the riches!" She looked visibly angry for the first time in front of them.

As the two above were talking about Sol's current condition, Heather was unknowingly following him, thinking she was just wandering without any real goal. A compulsive tendency swept over her to get a pencil out of her pocket and write a few things on the wall, that went as follows: "Over the...

"I think it's a good idea to get going." She gulped. Riches always were violent in nature towards the homeless, even if they did nothing more than look at them funny. It didn't help that legally, Sammy was an outlaw. No one recognized her anymore, as her face faded from the papers. Nonetheless...

Sammy's flattened tone carried over to her expression, which was now a mixture of shock and apathy. "My apologies. I'm still a tad shaken by what they did. The riches. Is there anything you ne-" She covered her mouth and stopped herself from saying it again. Then she started to shake.

Sammy tilted her head the other way. She wasn't going to tell them about how the mind-weakening procedure was almost executed on her, and how that made her insanely self-destructive as well. "Do you need anything?" Her tone of voice is flat.

"I understand. I've been poorly taught, too. Violence over art is what they told us. The school was underground, literally and figuratively. It was just a basement with this guy rambling on and on, all day, every day. Sometimes he'd talk about basic science or math, but then he'd go on about how...

She shakes Chris's hand casually. They probably weren't all that bad, actually. She could get used to them. "Have you heard about what the riches are doing uptown?" She tilted her head to one side. "Finding ways to weaken the mind of the homeless. Scary stuff."