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[color=5633fa][h3]Nathaniel Demarest
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Midnight Private Academy ~ Parking Lot/Courtyard/The Fine Arts Building[/h3][/color][/center]

Blue drove through the school gates in a beat up black Ford F-150, whose old school skull-and-flame decals had worn down over years of rough treatment, to say nothing of it's once shiny finish. It had probably looked cool about 15 years ago. Now it just looked old. And mean. And Blue was just fine with that. He knew that if others hadn't yet learned not to judge a book by it's cover, then they were probably not very interesting anyway.

Suddenly he got this wild shine in his eye and started to increase his speed exclaiming in the voice of a rather frustrated Han Solo to noone in particular (which was appropriate, since noone was there.) [color=5633fa]"Punch it, Chewie!"[/color] followed by the sound of the wookie's response. And then he was off.

He sped like a maniac down the road towards the parking area honking his horn at those who apparently hadn't learned to look before crossing a road. His speed only increased as he pressed his foot long o the floor. Charging passed stretch limos that were leaving and zooming by the main buildings. He laid on the horn whenever he saw anyone who looked like they were even thinking about crossing. By the time he approached the student parking area he was going 90. And then he hit the breaks and turned the wheel, sending his truck into a series of spins that left circles on the pavement and nearly flipped itself over. Fortunately he knew how to control his vehicle.

There was a slight sort of recoil when he came to a full stop. But that and the loss of some rubber from his tires were the worst of it. He then proceeded to park, exactly as if nothing had happened. He decided to leave his bags in the truck for now. He wanted to walk around and get a feel for the place. Y'know, check it's vibe out, man. Check the scene. See what's Hap! PAh! Nen!

Anyway, he got out of the truck, locked it and started following a random student, doing his best to mimic his movements  and look as if he knew exactly where he was going. He did this for a while beyond the parking lot before abruptly changing direction completely and following someone else in the the exact same manner. This time it was a preppy looking girl and he launched into a series of exaggerated movements to actively mock her. He pretended to be chewing gum, looked at his nails and tossed his hair back like a rich model. Until he got bored of her, then he changed direction again and started doing it to someone else.

He did this about 15 or 20 times, until eventually everyone seemed to be going in the same direction, before he saw someone who looke genuinely interesting. A cute looking redhead who appeared to be ending a cell phone conversation. This girl he followed, but he did not mock, and instead started writing to her in his mind. He watched as she sat alone, and rehearsing the idea in his head sat directly behind her. Students were still entering, so it was noisy enough that he could speak his poem for her to hear without distracting many others.

And then, without warning, the actual orientation started and the headmistress took the stage by storm. Just as Blue was about to speak a poetic introduction to a beautiful young lady, this woman barges into center stage like some kind of creepy old witch with a lovely singing voice at a halloween party who just jumped on stage and started performing "I put a Spell on You". Blue just sat there like a statue as the sheer frustration of this grandiose cockblock from fate seethed inside of him. In the end he didn't even talk to the girl. The mood had been ruined.