Arden

Who: Ramona and OPEN TO ALL!
Where: Fontaine Park
When: Late afternoon

Most kids her age would've adored the chance to skip classes for a day, but Ramona wasn't one of them. She wasn't complaining, of course, but she felt confident that anything she missed today would be easily made up, and if there was a good reason to skip a chance to learn? This was one of them.

Who: Arden & Jem
Where: School
When: end of school day

Who: Arden and Nate
When: Lunchtime
Where: School

Arden’s mind was busy with plans, as per usual. The plans may not have extended too far into the future, but the general idea of short-term tasks and goals were there and making themselves busy in her mind. But nothing had been thought about in any great detail. Case in point: Nate Konovich. Talking to him about the fundraiser was swimming somewhere in the general ‘plan’ Arden had going, even if she had never interacted with him before, but she had neither worried nor thought out about the when and where and how of her initiating that conversation.

Of course, none of that stopped her from jumping on the opportunity when it presented herself. Said opportunity may have consisted of nothing more than seeing Nate in the hallway as she was heading out just before lunch, but Arden wasted no time changing gears and unabashedly strolling up behind him. “Nate Konovich -- I’d like to talk you.” The bodyguard lingering behind her looked more alert and some students were definitely staring, but Arden was nothing less than pleasant and relaxed about the whole thing. Nate may have had a reputation and a Konovich last name, but Arden wasn’t the kind to judge someone before meeting them.

who: Jessie and Arden
where: the art room
when: late morning

Words couldn’t describe just how little Jessie cared about art class; as far as she was concerned it was a waste of perfectly good time that she could have spent doing something useful. She’d wanted to do woodwork or shop but when she’d suggested it, the Principal's face had gone an interesting shade of purple before exploding that those classes were for boys only. So she was stuck drawing bowls of fruit and the like until she worked out a way of sneaking into the workshop.

Still the upside was the teacher was fairly relaxed about what they drew most days and was happy to let the students talk as they long as they actually got on with their work hence why she was currently sat by the window with paper and charcoal attempting to sketch the large tree outside.

Who: Arden and Arienne
Where: School
When: Morning

Arden was more subdued than usual. Her aunt, two maids, and she had been working on condolence and care packages for the victims and their families -- something Arden had thought of in a pressing need to do something in light of the tragedy -- when the news about the gallery broke out on the radio. It had been horrible: both the tragedy itself and the fact that, like with the vigil, she knew people who there and likely to be there. Since last night it had been chaos, with trying to contact people of the other families and people at the police station and people at the hospital to try to grasp who was where and who was hurt and who might have been... killed. That everything about the situation bothered her on a massive level was clear: Arden’s emotions were always evident on her features. She would have missed school, but there were friends here that she hadn’t been able to get ahold of in the chaos of last night and she needed to make sure they were okay.