Busted (Tess)

[Sara Lovell]

Sara walked the familiar halls of the institute in which she'd spent over half of her life. She liked familiar. Familiar was safe, and it was.....

Thunk!

.....Not supposed to making any noise at this time of day. Class had let out over two hours ago and Sara had watched as the students exited the classrooms in various states of relief and happiness.

Clack!

It was coming from around the corner. Carefully she looked around the white washed wall. There half way down the hall was a figure standing close to a door and fiddling with the nob. Sara's brows snapped together. Whoever it was, was trying to be careful, that much was apparent. Sara didn't think that the person was a teacher or an official as most, often had keys.

Sara snuck quietly down the hall till she was only ten feet away, definately close enough to tell that this person was a student. A girl and a determined one at that.

Clunk!

The door finally popped open. And the girl smiled triumphantly.

"You know a key would have been much easier." Sara said leaning against the wall where she'd stopped.

[Tess Holmes]

She wasn't herself. Not without her armor, Tess didn't like it. Not to say that she always had her jacket on her shoulder, but she liked to have it in arm's reach. Even in the dead of summer, Tess drug the black leather thing around with her. It made for a damn handy pillow in those instances.

Today though, there was still a touch of cold to the air and she couldn't believe she had left it in the classroom. Tess ran a hand up through her hair as she headed for the class room. Up two flights and down around the corner, this room might as well have been in Narnia.

Tess tried the door. It could have been unlocked, more professors did that than most would think. No such luck though and Tess went about opening it. The locks on the doors weren't hard to pop open. They were a bit stubborn, some, but still very open-able. This one was more trying that Tess had supposed it to be.

Dropping her bag onto the floor next to her, Tess brushed her bangs out of her eyes as she lent down to jam the paperclip a little more. A sharp twist and a throw of her shoulder against the door and it finally opened. Tess smirked, grabbing up her bag and about to head inside, she could see her jacket from the door way when she heard a rather pleased voice from over her shoulder. Like a cat catching a fucking mouse.

oh shit

A breath escaped from Tess as her shoulders drooped considerably as she turned around on her heel to face the voice. She knew it well enough. Damn school cop. Tess often wondered why she couldn't get a real cop job and just hung around the school like she did.

"Well they didn't pass those out with the syllabus this year," Tess said shortly, glancing once at Sara and then off to the side, her arms slowly folding over her chest. Perfect time to be without her armor. Her arm was still sore from yesterday. The bandage was wrapped from the top of her wrist to just the bend of her elbow. She had been making up different stories about it all day as the real story wasn't all that interesting.

She shifted her weight onto one foot, tending to keep her gaze a little down and to the left. She still wasn't sleeping at night and the dark circles and red in her eyes was noticeable. Tess glanced back up to Sara. "So what now? I just wanted my jacket..." Tess said with a shrug of her shoulder, looking away again.

[Sara Lovell]

"Well they didn't to the students." Sara said as she pushed off from the wall and sauntered over to stand a few feet away from the girl.

She'd seen the girl often enough to know her by now, Tess Holmes. Sara was, not for the first time, glad that she'd fought for the right to review student files. She could care less about their grades, but she did care about what they could do. She also cared much about whether or not she could approach them without getting hit with a fireball, tangled up in vines, or, like in this instance, thrown across the hall. Sara, though, was confident that she could approach Tess without too much trouble.

She leaned around the corner to peek into the classroom. Of course she had been wondering why the girl was without her ever present jacket. Well there it was, hanging on the back of a chair in the back of the room.

Straighting, she pursed her lips momentarily, then nodded. "Well I'm not stopping you from getting it." She said.

Sara looked the girl over. Years of practice as the "School Cop" had given her the advantage of noticing things about people quickly. Tess looked like Sara felt, exhausted. And the way she kept her arms close and her eyes averted said something too. Sara sighed and glanced at the bandage on her arm. Tess's profile did mention that she was a daredevil, a risk taker. She raised her brow with a flick and then waited for Tess to grab her jacket.