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[h1][color=gray]Oberon Demetrius Grimbald[/color][/h1]
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Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: First Day of School
Iɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs: Class...
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Oberon walked in the class, a bit after everyone else had. Today he was not tamed in his choices of [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/0f/d0/72/0fd072903dab1398a1411486bf224a5d.jpg]clothes[/url]. No today he was completely himself. Heavy souled boots, stretching faux leather, an old ornamental belt with a chain attached to it, a wine red sweater with a black neck scarf, a coat that looked like it was from the eighteen hundreds, and even black gloves for his hands. Removing his sunglasses, he brushed his hair forwards, to fall in his face, hiding the newest addition of bruises to his face. It ached well and good, but he was rather unbothered by them and knew how to hide them at his age, less there be more additions and in less visible places next time.

He stood the in the doorway for a moment, his hidden eyes aimed on the teacher. Staying there just a moment, he then made a silent partial bow, barely even noticeable and went to take a seat by the window. His long legs were gracefully collected under his desk and the chair in front of him. Looking impassively down at the papers on his desk, he took up his pen and with an elegant scrawling hand, wrote his name in fine calligraphy. The only decor he put on it beside that, was a flourished line, that coiled beneath his name like a vine upon a gothic castle. 

But when asked to destroy the second paper, he simply stared at it. Then in one quick strike, he tore it in half. Simple, violent, efficient. And the metaphor was understood. He of all people could understand the great weight respect carried. And what chaos happened upon those with little respect, either by others, or themselves. Turning his pen about in his long fingers, finally he put up a gloved hand. Slowly and with ease. But another answered instead of him. And so he put his hand back down again.

Such topics were not very good for the very first day of school. Oberon wondered just how pent up the poor pitiful girl was to so easily let out her worries to a room filled with strangers. But then again, they did say that it was easier to speak to a stranger than to a loved one. Perhaps she was that kind of person. Personally, he'd much rather keep his mouth shut. Showing weakness to the people in this room... No, he would not allow such a thing to happen to him. Not when there were vipers that hid behind kind smiles. 

His head tipped forwards, he closed his eyes, waiting for it to all be done with. While this was all good information to learn about the people around him, he disliked the boring way in which he was obtaining it. After all the only interesting entertainment he ever got was that of trying to figure out others from a distance by himself. With a deep soft sigh, he sneakily put in one of his earbuds and tuned the dented only brick of an Ipod on. Softly music threaded through to him, the black bud hidden under his coat, scarf and the gloomy world outside as his only witness. 

It wasn't that he wished to be rude. It was just that he hadn't had the best of mornings, and that he couldn't get much from these little introduction games played on the first day. After all, he never had friends. Merely acquaintances. That was how life had to be. Anyone who got to close might reject him for his oddities and twisted ways. And what's more, he wouldn't wish his home life onto anyone. Not even Kas or Jacob or that dreadful Ronin.