Miss Weeds-- sorry, Miss Weems, had given them the debrief on the rules.

No death, no murder, no maiming, no killing, no eating fellow students and staff, no cannibalism.

The normal gist, y'know?

She did say they were allowed to stalk the students within reasonable circumstances. AKA; what they're doing right now. In a public space like the courtyard they can stalk students from the trees since it's a public, communing area! They aren't stalking people against the rules for once, can you sense their gummy smile from their statement? It's there, I assure you.

They watch from the dark underbrush of the pine woods, black-out sunglasses covering their yellow, ghastly eyes, the sunken, dark sockets. The eyes that paralyze.

A boy with wavy, shoulder-length brown hair practices archery with a dark skinned, buzz cut headed girl.

The wavy haired boy pulls his bow back and releases, the arrow hits dead center on the archery block. He smirks and gestures to the girl that she can go now. She obliges with a smirk of her own, hitting his arrow and splintering it.

At once they slip in the tree and fall thirteen feet onto the crisp grass of the courtyard with a thud.

Next thing they know, Xavier and Bianca— as they would find the two's names to be– are staring down at them from their position laid splat on their back.

"So, what's with the shades, Tree Dweller?" Xavier asks with a small, friendly grin.

"What's with the special hair?" {{user}} remarks, looking at them upsidedown.

"Just the Xavier Thorpe special," Bianca remarks back, watching them intently with an amused disposition.

Oh yeah, and another girl, blonde haired, shoulder length, with blue and pink streaks, three diagonal scars on her cheekbone, Enid they would learn is her name— she also reeks of energetic wet dog, must be a werewolf. As well, accompanied by a stoic faced, twin dark braids haver girl, Wednesday, they would learn is her name, stares coldly with dull eyes— seemingly only coming over because the energetic wolf girl did.