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With her ears pressed back with irritation, it was obvious that she was unhappy. Vivian was one who was very picky with her writing utensils, and to lose he pen was something that she could not let go. Yes, most would simply say, 'Oh, just get a new pen'. But, the black-backed jackal couldn't do that. Until she had looked in every possible spot it could be, she wasn't going to give up. She liked her black, ball-point pen that she would spend class periods clicking the top mechanism and doodling random shapes or pictures. It was her favorite pen...Or, at least her favorite kind of pen. SHe had three others, two in her backpack and one at her dorm room, but she still didn't like the idea that the number of her pens were dwindling down.

Sighing, Vivian stomped into her Ancient History class room, not really expecting anyone to be there. It was lunch and unless there was some kind of nerd staying back, trying to be a teacher's pet, then she was sure no one would be there. As she stepped in through the door, she pulled on her black leather collar that she always liked to wear. It was something that some people might've seen as an odd thing, but she found it to be a style she came to love. For the day, she was wearing a black t-shirt with a simple design covering the front. It was a sort of flower design that started from the hem of her shirt and stretched to the collar. She wore simple jeans as always, and wore a good number of five rubber bracelets on her right arm.

She paused at the front of the room, her green eyes scanning the room for an obvious sighting of her missing pen. Unfortunately, she saw nothing. That meant she had to get on her hands and knees to look around. Groaning at the thought, the seventeen year old lazily tossed her book bag onto the nearest desk, indifferent to the loud bang the action had created. Faintly lifting her ears away from her head, Vivian crouched down as her eyes scanned the floor for her black-inked pen, praying this would be the only classroom that she would have to check.

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Ancient History... pah, only the history the professor wanted to teach. Blake knew the guy, wasn't always fond of him considering he liked to tell things his own way. Then again the black dragon generally working as security and sometimes filling in for art classes of all kinds always figured if you didn't live history you didn't have a right to comment on it. Put yourself in the time period, completely immerse yourself, then maybe you'll actually have a chance to form a decent opinion. He was glad the teacher wasn't in as he was making his rounds, checking rooms for vandals and other miscreants. While the professor wasn't in though, someone else was, a student.

The towering black dragon shrugged, figuring if she was looking for something on the floor he might as well help. And at the same time see what she might be up to, not someone he recognized but that wasn't exactly uncommon in such a big school. "Hello? Can I help you with anything?" It was part of his job to help out students when he could after all.

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She hadn't been expecting anyone to come in, which was why when she heard the sudden voice come up behind her she jumped. Fur bristling from the sudden appearance of someone, the canine's ears shot up as her head snapped back to look at said person. Eyes quickly going over the male reptilian, he wasn't someone she immediately recognized, but she usually didn't try to keep track of the people around her. So, for all she knew, he could be a classmate of hers or something, though he looked too old to be at her grade level...Unless he was one of those students who were held back constantly year after year. Frowning faintly, Vivian turned her gaze away and returned her attention back to her mission at hand.

"Does it look like I need any help?"

[/b], she grumbled, her ears flattening back against her head as she continued to crawl along the rows of desks in search of her pen. Not really being one to chat much with others, she always found it annoying when people decided to just butt into her business. If she didn't ask them for anything, then -- at least in her mind -- they had no reason to cut in. If she needed help then she would've asked someone, but she hadn't, therefore she didn't. At least, that was how her complicated mind put it, just like she always tended to complicate things and make a dozen of exclusions and whatnot to her 'rules'. But, they were always things she herself understood and never tried to explain to really anyone else. But, even if she tried to , she doubted she'd be able to explain it to them really.[/size][/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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"Considering you're crawling around on the floor of an empty classroom I'd say yes. So what are you looking for exactly?" So she didn't seem too terribly thrilled someone else had arrived in the room, it didn't bother the big dragon. It also didn't bother him when he saw her trying to size him up as a student or staffer. "Unless my pager goes off for some sort of security problem I've got nothing better to do than help someone find something in an empty classroom." The towering black dragon tapped a paw on the cold stone floor, claws scraping slightly and leaving marks behind. Maybe he should actually introduce himself? Nah, wait for the student to actually show some sort of desire to talk or try to get rid of him, then introduce himself. After all she could just be faking this, looking to get rid of him so she could tear the classroom apart... yeah right, like anyone would actually do that around here.