The Number None - Open

It was unfortunate that his first attempt ended in failure. Who would've known that students would be up and sneaking into the computer lab well after midnight!? Kids of this world were rather strange, he concluded. He had a different plan, now. Well, actually, it was the same one. But on a different day. And well.. that was as far as he got. Mostly, he was just going to wing it. He had already met a few of the students and a couple of the faculty, and some of them knew he wasn't a student here.

Which of course meant he had to be slightly less nonchalant than usual.

He had placed upon himself several objectives for that day. All of which lead to the end goal of being alone in the computer lab so he could hack the files and obtain the information he was searching for - if it even existed. Last time, he had been able to drug one of the janitors into falling asleep before temporarily stealing his keys.

Possibly, it could work this time. He had already memorized the majority of the school's layout. No one would question him walking around the halls as if he were a student, at least. It wasn't like he looked like anything out of the ordinary. A few girls that passed by him took second looks - he certainly was above average in the looks department - but nothing more ever came of it.

It was around this point he crossed paths with a girl that was - unbeknown to him - new to the school. Her emotions washed over him. Anger, aggravation, confusion. It wasn't uncommon for teenagers he came across to harbor these emotions. In fact, it was fairly common. But something about this one was.. off. It was difficult for him to describe - an interesting concept, something being difficult for him. He decided to retrieve more information. After all, it was very possible she would be just what he was looking for. He certainly hoped not, but he couldn't reject the possibility.

He continued walking for a few moments before he nonchalantly spun around to casually follow her. If she looked back in his direction at any moment, he would instantly turn away and somehow find something to make him appear distracted (which could, possibly at one point, include him turning to a random locker and begin trying to open it. That is until the apparent owner of the locker came up to him and began yelling at him, causing him to to simply start speaking Spanish, as if he did not speak any English, and then walk away leaving the locker's owner confused and annoyed.)

His hope was to get close enough without her getting suspicious. Particularly, he had hoped to overhear any conversation that could perhaps give him some valuable information.

Hopefully she wouldn't enter a classroom soon, as that would pose a problem - considering he was technically trespassing.

Oops.

He simply stood there with his arms crossed, eyes closed, and head leaning to one side. He appeared to be thinking. "Well then, I'm quite impressed. Usually, the human mind is not observant enough to notice someone casually following them. The locker incident gave me away, huh?" Come on now! There was only a 5.643 percent chance of that happening! It was just unfortunate.

Well, there she went. She sounded normal. If she was something other than human, he had no way of knowing. Not in his current state, at least. He had doubts that some sort of inner angel gut feeling was kicking in here. That didn't even make logical sense.

Okay, technically speaking, nothing in the entirety of existence ever has made logical sense. Logic didn't make logical sense. It was irrelevant.

"Actually!" He called out to her, before jogging to catch up. "I was new to the school and was wondering if you could tell me about it." He attempted to walk alongside her, a curious and innocent look in his eyes. What he had said was technically not a lie. He was new to the school - even if he wasn't a student - and he was seeking information. It wasn't his fault that his words were likely to be inferred incorrectly. Of course, he had no idea she was knew. He hadn't seen her before, and since his memory was near-perfect he likely would remember if he had seen her. However, there were too many students and he hadn't come often enough for the chance of her being new to be higher than the chance that he had simply just not seen her yet. Thus, he decided to just assume she wasn't new like he was.

Well, she had him there. It was somewhat rude of him to have not stated his name. This was a rare - very rare - lapse in formality for him. Usually, he was over-the-top with his formalities. He appeared as if about to say something, but before he could, she entered the classroom and he decided to back off. The teacher would most certainly not recognize him and assume him to be some sort of new student. That wouldn't end well.

"Might be worth a shot?" He said. "I don't get it.. worth a shot at what?" He crossed his arms and looked around as if searching for the answer, but then the bell rang to signify the start of class. "Oh dear! I can't be out in the halls alone like this!" He needed to find a place to hide! Hmm.. bathrooms appeared the most logical of choices. Luckily, there were a pair of bathrooms - one each for male and female, of course - down the hall. He made his way to them nonchalantly when the men's room door suddenly opened and a well-dressed adult - presumably a teacher - walked out.

Alistair, unsure of how else to hide himself, did the first thing that came to mind and jumped into the ladies' room. The teacher, who only caught a glimpse, stood there for a moment with a strange look on his face. "I could've sworn that girl looked a boy... kids these days..." He shook his head before continuing on to his classroom.

Well, that was close. It seemed he got away with it. He had to hide in the ladies' room, but it was unlikely any girls would be -

A scream.

He turned around to see a younger girl with a frightened look on her face. He threw up his arms in front of him and tried to calm her down but to no avail. She started crying out for help and he did the next best thing: he opened the door behind him and ran out.

Only to see the teacher from earlier staring at him.

"I thought you looked like a boy. Come on you pervert, we're going to the headmistress's office."

Oh dear. "Apologies, good sir." He said, bowing formally. "But I just realized that I am going to be late for a prior engagement. I bid you good day." Then he booked it down the hall.

"Hey! Get back here you little-" The teacher sighed. "Damn kids." He wouldn't get away with it for long.

Most certainly not.