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Jake English / Dirk Strider ==> Sort out differences

Jake waited  at the park benches behind the Dormitory building. He was ready  to  make some form of dormitory bathroom agreement with mr. dirk strider. After he'd been  given araneas  number so that they could  text one another, he'd been instructed  to  show up behind the   dormitory facing the woods for a diplomatic treaty agreement. 

Jake thought vapidly to himself as he reached  down for a handful of grass to play with and braid together that being a pinch high would  help  along the constant insul stream that was sure to head  his way from dirks side. He only smelled slightly like  weed but he overpoweringly stunk of calgone after his weed induced paranoia had caused him to pour 1/5 of a bottle of calgone  down the front of his shirt.

He still looked half asleep, his hair was mussed up  and his eyes were a little bit glazed over. But he had every  confidence that he was the  wise one, and that the  two prefects would not suspect a thing over his partially blazed state.

He kept in his seat facing the building, and waited patiently for Aranea and Dirk  to show up.

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Dirk==> check up on your classes

Dirk waited politely outside the office, knowing and respecting that Aranea was taking her time. When she was finished he gave a polite wave to her and a smile, before slipping into the office to speak with the counsellor. 
“Good morning Ms. Dolorosa. I trust that everyone’s been behaving with you today?” He asked kindly, his own wording of checking up on her

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Dirk ==> Make sure your classes are correct

It seemed to be a rather common occurance really. That he would do his job, and everyone would hate him for it. He fiddled with his sweater, on which the crest of his school was sitting proudly. Why couldn’t people understand that this was a business school? They were here to prepare for their lives. And as none of them were going to be professional water sliders, he knew it was foolish to have the stupid water slide in the first place. He tugged on his sweater as he walked, making sure he looked perfect in front of the student body. He had to be a leader after all. When he arrived at his destination he smiled. There was Aranea, perfect as ever. He had always admired her dedication to keeping herself in check and her studies wide. Granted he found history to be a tedious subject to learn over and over, but his admiration was there nonetheless. He sat in the chair outside of the Ms. Dolorosa’s office, patiently waiting his turn to speak with her.

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Dirk Strider ==> Begin Prefectorial Duties

It was a Monday of course. The first day of the week, the first moment that all students began to come into their dorms and begin their frolicking and ridiculous antics.

He hated the first Monday. 

Dirk sighed as he collected his things, each set out in a specific bag. It had cost him a small fortune to get the money for so many reciprocals when perhaps one or two would have done. But things would have become muddled. They would have been ruined, and messy, and hours of meticulously placed work would have gone to waste. It took him far longer than he had planned to set his things up, but he was finally satisfied with the proceedings. When he turned to the door, he turned his handle, only to find that it had been barricaded shut. 

Of course, the damned water slide.  Every single year this had happened!

"Let me out! If you don't let me out this instance, I swear I'll have you all written up from the very first day!" he called, banging his fist against the door, desperate to have someone help, though he doubted anyone would come. If it was anything like prior years, he would be there for a while.