[center][h3][color=9e0b0f]James Oake[/color][/h3]
[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] Olympus Academy assembly hall
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] No one, but open to interaction[/center][hr][hr]

Thankfully, James was already close to the assembly hall when the students were called in.  It took him less than five minutes to make his way over there, lifting a wallet from an arrogant kid boasting about his parentage along the way.  The kid didn't even notice the loss of his money, and James chuckled as he entered the assembly hall.

Sitting down in the back of the room, James opened his newly acquired wallet and checked out what was inside.  He let out a low whistle at the amount of money, then flipped the wallet closed and slid it into his pocket.  That one heist would keep him for quite a while.  As for the kid he stole it from?  Judging by the amount of money he was carrying around, he was a rich man's brat.  He could just ask his mortal daddy for more funds.

As there was no one in front of him, he put his feet up on the chair.  Clasping his hands together behind his head, he started whistling one of his favorite songs; [i]Troika[/i] by Blackmore's Night.  It wasn't the kind of music people would expect a guy like James to listen to, but he didn't care for what they thought.  It was a lot better than most modern music he heard.