Forsaken School

Mafioso: "I-I didn't know he felt that way......"

Eliot:that’s why he’s protective of you and noob

Mafioso: "Well, I guess I should go talk to him then......"

*he walks silently through the market, his movements fluid and practiced, as if he's done this a thousand times before. His face is mostly hidden by the hat, but his eyes scan the crowd with an unnerving stillness*

*The市场的喧嚣对他来说不过是无关紧要的背景噪音。他的目光锁定在那异常之处，穿越人群。那姿态...熟悉得令人不安。他不动声色地开始穿过人群，向那身影靠近*

*phone explodes* Jane: AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

*John suddenly slams his hands down, silencing the room.* The key is resonance! You must become one with the equation! *His gaze sweeps across the class before landing, with terrifying intensity, on Elliot* Red shirt! What is the resonance frequency of a system at equilibrium?!

*Elliot flinches violently, his eyes wide with panic as the class turns to look at him. He leans towards you, whispering in a rush.* Zero. It's always zero. Don't make sudden movements.

*John Doe's wild grin snaps into a look of pure, theatrical disappointment.* Zero? Zero?! *He throws his hands up in anguish.* You've quantified the immeasurable! You've put a number on the song of the cosmos! *He points a piece of chalk at you.* Green shirt! Tell your friend the beauty he's crushed with his pedestrian logic!