003 - Hope! [Action]

[noras-boy.livejournal.com]

[Hope is inbetween his morning and afternoon classes. He's got his books in his bag, with a crisp new pad of paper with incredibly neat handwriting just visible where the cover has not fallen over the lined paper in a straight line. Hope is looking up at the sky with his eyes closed.

It had been an interesting thing being back in a school environment. He'd never really thought he'd miss it as much as he did. There were new people to meet, schedules to keep and lots of interesting thing to learn. It had been a rough time recently in his life, he was glad it was starting to resemble something normal, even if it never would be.

Hope pulls out a little laminated card from his pocket and looks down at it. He had Political Science, Sociology and Tactical strategy left to go for that day. He smiles, stands heading towards the cafeteria for a bite to eat.]


[OOC: Open to EVERYONE! Especially his class mates.]

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[gunblade-grrl.livejournal.com]

[Oh hey, it's that kid Maria has a ton of classes with. She shrugs the books she's carrying to one arm so she can offer a smile and a wave as she joins him in the hall to the cafeteria.]

[She's only carrying those books because her backpack is full of more books. Which is kind of alarming considering she has three physical classes on MWF...]

[brightens]

[ Lunch time, lunch time, oh yeah! Vanille's favorite part of the day, except for maybe when classes are over and she's done with her homework. But not much compares to that break in the middle of classes that usually means the hard ones are over, and the next few aren't so bad. Unlike Hope, Vanille definitely wasn't glad to be back in school, even if some of the classes she was taking were more fun than anything. The learning part, though... Reading and doing homework... That was boring. ]

[ But taking a break and eating? Now that was something she could get behind! ]

[ Speaking of being behind things... She's skipping her way to the cafeteria, when who does she see in front of her? ]

[ Why, Hope, of course. ]

[ Someone she has no qualms running up behind and throwing her arms around. ]

Hope..!

[one-part-saint.livejournal.com]

[Zak is a few chairs down, studying over lunch. It's probably not a class book, unless it was something mentioned as recommended reading on a syllabus someplace. Either way, he's devouring it as precisely as he's devouring his sandwich.]

[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

[Danny is trying to find his way to the cafeteria for lunch, staring intently at a map of the school in his hands while he navigates himself. He really should be watching where he's going, though, because he stumbles into a few people. He offers brief apologies, but before he knows it, he's stumbling into folks again, this time headed for one (1) Hope Estheim.]

[granzerospear.livejournal.com]

<sub>[Oh, isn't that...

Well, Cocona isn't sure she caught his name, but she's pretty sure she has a class with him, so she'll just catch up to him... might as well do some introductions now.]</sub>

Hey there! You're... don't we have a class together?

[austering.livejournal.com]

[Cafeteria, huh? You know what? Even teachers have got to eat. And if there's absolutely one thing Leon can't do, it's deal with people on an empty stomach. Happens every time. And if anyone had ever told Leon that he'd be teaching a bunch of kids how to logically maneuver through battle before now, he'd have told you you were crazy.

Well. Look how things turned out.

However, it's not entirely great when you possibly nearly bowel a student (namely Hope) over leaving the cafeteria, coffee in hands, ready to get back to some extra preparations.]

[eidolonracing.livejournal.com]

[Sazh is on his own lunch break when he spots Hope.]

Hey, kid. How are classes going for you?

after class

[focusedfate.livejournal.com]

[The sounds of the class shuffling out of the room fill his ears as his first afternoon class draws to a close. Cid nods at several of his students as they exit before turning toward his desk.

Back turned away from the rest of the classroom, he organizes his notes and quietly prepares for the arrival of the second class. As he adjusts his papers and texts, Cid notes that he doesn't recall Hope leaving the room yet.

Strange, that. Cid would have thought that the boy'd bolt right after class, considering their last meeting...]