Izo waited for a taxi, tapping his foot against the ground. He was impatient. He just got his last big hit, and he needs to leave pronto. At least, before everything in the store melts and the police come, thinking they might have found him. Finally the taxi drives up and he hops in, telling the driver his destination, leaning back. He didn't sleep, his eyes constantly scanning the area, attempting to memorize the route to the school. All he had with him was his clothes, and a small suitcase. Part of it was the money he just stole, part of it was his clothes. The school apparently paid his ride up, they must have really wanted him off the streets. The only sucky part of this was having to get away from his criminal habits. He looked at every situation with the opportunity to gain something to benefit himself.

His eyes narrowed as he arrived at the school, stepping out. He immediately scanned the area, eyes narrowed. Many people were here, many of which would not notice if someone picked their pocket. He slowly moved forward, a tight grip on his handle. His shoulders were tense, as if he was expecting something to happen at any moment. He spotted the people at the side watching as others came in, eyes narrowed slightly at them, studying them much as they studied him.