[color=gold]"They call me crazy, looooooop, Gotta gotta be crazy, loooooop..."[/color] The sound of singing came from beneath a parked old-style station wagon as a pair of well-dressed leg were poking out from underneath it. On his back, a gold haired man sang along to an old song he put on from his phone, which sat beside his head. He sang along as he worked in a thick Korean accent, fiddling with a thick device. He paused in his song to take something out of a wrapper that was to his right, mumbling to keep up the rythm. [color=gold]"Gotta geta l...o mum i try... mmmhmmnnm GOTTA GOTTA BE LONELY, OH OH OH, mmmaa---"[/color] Just when he was able to pick the song back up and he was pressing a sticky material to the unweildly object resting on his abdomen, his phone stopped its song when it was interrupted by his ringtone. He took a quick glance at the phone, its light reflecting in his dark sunglasses, and pressed the answer call button, then turned on speakerphone as he turned back to his work, speaking in fluent Korean. [color=gold]"Auntie, You shouldn't call when I'm on a job..."[/color] He kept his smile on, though his tone was distracted as he kept focus on what he was doing. "Eeeh?" The voice of his middle aged aunt responded, sounding surprised and mildly disgusted. "You're still working on that job? Aren't you going to be late for the assembly at school?" The man puffed up his cheeks. Hmph. [color=gold]"Not my fault the contractor wanted a bomb of all things on this guys car. Can you believe it, a bomb? Like we're in godfather or some shit. I'll have to doublecheck my skill sets listed on the webpage, because seriously theses guys didn't even give me enough money to buy the [i]good[/i] sticky-clay."[/color] As he said this, the clay he had taken from the packaging was properly placed on the explosive and pressed to the underside of the vehicle. He held it there for a few seconds, fretting that it might come off. "Watch your language." [color=gold]"Sorry, Auntie. 'Like we're in Godfather or some... [i]shit[/i].'"[/color] He ended his sentence with a giggle, eliciting a sigh from his Aunt at his refusal to tidy up his vocabulary. He wiggled his way out from under the car, leaving the wrapping behind but reaching under once he was out to retrieve his phone. He sat with his back against the car, phone pressed to his ear and off of speakerphone. [color=gold]"Look, I'm okay, it just took me a while to do since I don't care for demolition or practice it, ya know? Not my thing."[/color] "Well, I'm happy that you got a job nonetheless." His aunt sighed again. She was just worried about him. "Get to the school. You're probably missing out on... whatever assassins in training do for fun. Honestly, an academy for assassins, how ingenious! It removes the need for complete training when you enlist as an agent." He continued to smile patiently. She could go on like this for hours about her thoughts on the matter of an assassin academy, but she seemed to hold herself back. "Anyways, I just wanted to call and tell you good luck on your first day. I love you, Jun." He grinned at that. [color=gold]"I love you too, Auntie. I'll do great."[/color] And with that, the call was ended. Jun stood up and dusted himself off before stretching and starting to walk away towards where he had parked his own car. He got into his sleek, shining black vehicle and opened his bank account on his phone. Hmm. They hadn't payed him yet. Well, he guessed, not everyone payed up fr-- The car he had just hooked up exploded not far away, and a burning hand landed on his own cars windshield. He chuckled and turned on the windshield wipers, which knocked the hand to the ground beside the car. Just then, a small 'ping!' came from his phone and caused him to look down. His account had just filled with credits for the kill. How efficient. Turning his car on completely, he sped away from the scene after turning on the radio, singing along in english to his favorite song just as it came on. [color=gold]"It's not unusual to be LOVED by anyone...~"[/color] ----------------------------- Jun stepped onto campus, or rather, onto the center of campus and looked around, smiling in search of anyone nearby. A curious 'Hmph!' came from his throat as he looked around, his glasses having been pushed up onto his head, which in turn had pushed his golden-colored hair back into a slicked look. Odd, where was everyone? He scratched his chin as he blatantly ignored the sound of chaos coming from the auditorium. He shrugged. Oh well! Guess that meant that he had first pick of the dorm rooms. He shoved his hands onto his pockets, whistling 'It's not unusual' as he started walking to what he assumed must be the dorms going by the building structure.