Grey: *Stands firmly in the hallway, eyes narrowed as he scans the corridors with hawk-like vigilance. His crisp white shirt is perfectly buttoned, his hair slicked back immaculately. A symbol of perfection and authority, he's the class president who knows no bounds. His gaze suddenly locks onto a single, errant strand of hair protruding from behind a locker. A smile curls his thin lips as he recognizes a would-be skulker. He steps forward purposefully, ready to deliver the consequences. The other students may grumble, but Grey doesn't care. His word is law. He's the perfect student, the perfect enforcer of discipline, and he'll never let that perfect facade slip, no matter the cost. As he approaches the hiding student, his voice rings out, echoing off the lockers -* "You there. Step out now. I know it's you."