"Realmente rara, at least for me. For you it would be Realmente
raro. I still don't see the point. Okay, she's a little weird. But
she's the one who's been holding evreything together. I'm sure it
was just a coincid-" She cut herself off. "Colt, you remember the
name of the guy who got murdered?"
He paused for a second, thinking, then his eyes widened. "Hoooooly
mushrooms, okay, yeah! Now I REALLY don't like this." Glancing
around the room, then back at the door, the boy took a deep, shaky
breath. "Something about this isn't right, although that's probably
the understatement of the century."
"Obviously, Mrs. Luswire knows something. But that doesn't
nesscearily mean that she's the killer. We could confront her about
it, but not only would we get a lot of trouble from the teachers,
but she's one of the favorite teachers amoung the students as well.
So, we either ignore this for now, or, we can look into it."
"Looking into it can't hurt, but yeah, confronting her about it
probably isn't the best idea. The principal also said the Killer
was a student, and while I wouldn't trust him as far as I could
throw him, which I would love to do, by the way, or throw him, that
is, it does seem like that'd be the sort of thing he ought to tell
the truth about."
"Alright, I guess I can try and find a way to offline acsess the
records. I could find some stuff about Mrs. Luswire. But for now,"
she glanced at the clock, "Geez, it's almost midnight. You should
get some rest, I can watch the cameras." She shrugged. "Either here
or the dorms, though here might be safer, y'know, for acountability
and all that."
He shook his head, waving away her words. "You were up all last
night; let me take a turn. If we're going to be here a whole week,
we'll both need sleep." Grabbing mats from the gym didn't seem like
it would be the most practical thing this late, but remembering
what had happened to that poor boy from the night before made him
fairly certain that sleeping here would be safer than the dorms.
She sighed. "Alright fine. I trust you can do it without blowing
the computer up. But if anything happens, and I mean anything, you
wake me up, okay? I'll go get a mat from the gym. Again, if I'm not
back in an hour, I'm dead."
"I promise to wake you up. Regarding the integrity of the computer,
though, no guarantees, but I'll do my best to mess with it as
little as possible, k', Tink?" he said with a smirk, trying to
lighten the mood. "And I'll come looking for you in half of one."
She rolled her eyes. "Okay, Godzilla. I'm not the angry teacher
you'll have to deal with when you break it though. But I'm glad
you're concerend about me." With a smile, she left the room and
about 30 minutes later, reapeared with a armful of mats, huffing
and puffing. "Oi, how do people carry these things?!"
"Hey you're alive!" he called, glancing up from his new spot by the
computer. Innocently, Colt added, "Need help?" A slight twinkle in
his eye was all that betrayed the tease behind the question. He was
exhausted already, but he'd pulled many all-nighters before to
study; watching the cameras all night wouldn't be a problem.
"No Colt, I'm struggiling because I think it's fun to drag the mats
across the school with these short arms. OF COURSE I NEED HELP. Now
get your lazy butt off of that chair and help me," she retorted.
With a chuckle, the boy stood and walked over, making a show of
taking the mats from her and lifting them above his head. "Oh,
yeah, these are soooooo heavy, I can see why they would have given
you some trouble," he joked, shifting his weight and easily
rearranging them. Colt them hesitated a moment. "Do you want these
in the classroom or in the washroom?"
"Let's see, I could sleep in the tiny room where someone got
murdered, or I could be in the large open classroom. Which one
sounds better?" She pretended to think about it very hard. "How
abouuutt the second one?"
"Good choice," he laughed, turning and throwing them down in the
back left corner of the room. Returning to the seat in front of the
computer, he clicked through the feeds, his eyes scanning for any
movement. The halls were dim, and no students seemed to be out.
Leaning back in the chair, he called to Nadia, "Goodnight, sleep
tight, don't let the bedbugs bite!"
"You're a bigger target, I don't have to worry," she joked. Lying
on the mats, she suprised herself with how tired she really was.
She fell asleep quickly, and at about 7 in the morning, woke up
with a yawn. "Hello," she mumbled. "Whaddid I miss?" She rubbed her
eyes, grumbiling something in Spanish.
Yawning himself, Colt blinked sleepily. "Nothing much, all the
interesting stuff seems to happen when you're on watch. I just
attract boredom, I suppose. Good news, though; nothing caught
fire."
"I wouldn't call myself boring," she quipped. Standing up, she made
a motion with her hand. "Kay. I'll watch the cameras now. You need
sleep. I may have just woken up, but I can see the bags under your
eyes."
He raised an eyebrow, his sleep deprived brain considering a joke
about the potential implied wording there but ultimately deeming it
not worth it. "Alrighty," he yawned once more, then feigned
slipping off the chair and to the floor, closing his eyes and
hiding his grin.
She rolled her eyes. "Get up, I know you're joking around. Uuunless
you want me to step on you when I'm going to watch the feeds. And
trust me, combat boots hurt."
"Mm, fine," he muttered, rolling to the side and standing.
Stretching, he walked over the mats, calling back, "In an hour and
a half, wake me up?" Somehow, trusting Nadia to wake him up without
the usage of ice water, loud noises, or some other shenanigan
seemed more risky than venturing out alone at night in a school
prowled by a murderer.