Open your books (class)

[Kohaku R. LeBara]

This school, never still, never silent. Every moment, something was going on. At times it was highly amusing and at others it was just annoying. Kohaku was the type to find it both ways easily. There were very few students that Kohaku couldn't annoy him to wanting to hit the little brats. Of course he never did Kohaku would never raise a hand to a student; they were a child after all. Even at his young age, Kohaku had a strong sense for protecting children.

His thoughts weren't the matter at the point. The matter was the point that he was teaching a class now, and stuck in a room with a handful of there annoying children.Well no, he wasn't sure which ones were annoying yet. He was still learning who bother with and who to ignore. Trail and error, the way through life. The young student was getting to know a few students, most who were not promising in the least. The bell had rang only a few moments ago, students were filling into the room; into the desks around the room. Kohaku didn't keep the desk in a very solid type class.

Desks weren't in rows, they were in more a half-circle, almost just a rumble. He also had a few couches in the room, along the walls; as well as a few bean-bag chairs. LeBara, known for his laid back ways. His lessons weren't the hardest, though he kept them busy. Kohaku was more a teacher to make them do activities then to just shove papers at them.

The man's desks was pushed up against the wall near the front of the room, his chair a few paces away from it, flipping through a file in hand. Kohaku didn't 'pry' per say, he just liked knowing things about his students. That was too wrong, now was it? In his books it wasn't. That is all that matters, right?

The classroom began to fill and finally he closed the file, setting it down to address the room properly, or well, try to. He always planned to try and be polite, by the book teacher, but never stayed that way. He didn't care, it usually worked out.

Notes: ._. fail
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[Blake Riina Kildal]

The students were divided, over the fight that had happened a few days ago. Some were surprised that the snip of a girl had been able to stand against Dis, a much stronger and bigger person, who was here for brutal assault charges. Those were the ones that knew nothing about the murder charge she was here on. Then there were those who hated her for the fight, who had hoped she died or had worse injuries, mostly those who had crushes or were fond of the others in the room. They were insignificant.

Either way, they gave the small girl a wide berth when she entered the room, falling silent a moment as she made her way to the back, her arm bandaged and in a sling, pressed tight against her body. Blake lifted calm blue eyes to take in those around her and they turned around, going back to whispering among themselves. There were no familiar faces here, except for Ko, but he hardly counted, seeing as he was the teacher, but she could stand on her own, however quiet she may be in the class.

She wasn't stupid, nor was she unable to do the work, it would be a bit slow and tedious, seeing as Dis had accidentally done a number on her dominant arm and she was under instructions not to move it anymore than necessary; fine with her, she could deal with that. Pushing blonde hair out of her eyes, she sat down, keeping to herself and staring off into space, somewhere near the front of the room, ignoring the berth the other students gave her; it meant less fuss.

As much as Blake didn't get along with Ko for the most part, she could tolerate him on a professional level. He was here to do a job, she was here, well, mostly because she chose to be here. She knew exactly what her case file said and frankly, didn't care. It was just paper, and paper was lost easily, no? but the girl really just wanted to get through her time here, to get out, and hopefully make it out alive.

She remained quiet, her mind registering the people entering and leaving, but not really responding, waiting simply for the class to start, or someone to approach her, but she was used to the isolation, no one wanting to talk to her. It helped get assignments done and it rather helped her with her grades. At least she took her schooling seriously.