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[center][color=Gold][h2]Jin Quay[/h2][/color][/center]
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Sleep came like the falling of an axe. Jin knew it would come, but he neglected to fight it at all. He saw no reason to. Today was a festival day, that meant fun and games for everyone else, but Jin didn't like festivals. People were to happy, always yelling, goading you to do something you don't want to do. Jin would have much rather lounged on a bench and watch the fun then actually join in. His teammates may have had thier own differing opinions on the matter, but Jin rarely listened to them anyway. It went in one ear and out the other for the Quay.

In the auditorium, Jin was lying on three seats, in a near leaden, death-like slumber that, for the moment at least, was not even perturbed by the presence of Principal Othello. Only tidbits of the short speech hit his ears, but the last words definitely did: [i]…classes are cancelled…[/i] Despite Jin's expressionless face, he reacted appropriately; by finding a comfortable position and welcoming the deep darkness of sleep. It was nothing new for Jin, his classes usually consisted of the same procedure.

This usually led to student-teacher conversations about his motivation to become a Hunter and were it went. To be honest, Jin had no motivation to become a Hunter, he could careless. He found the job tedious and strenuous, things that weren't good for his health. Why was he here? He had no idea. In the end, he dragged himself out of bed everyday to study for this death defying job that would most likely kill most of the students in the tournament today. 

Why was his outlook on the Hunter lifestyle so jaded? No idea. In his opinion, the whole Grimm problem would sort itself, as everything always did whether humanity of Fauns liked it. The only exciting thing about being a Hunter was the instant booty caller it became. Apparently, ladies were attracted to men who put thier lives on the line for them, an amazing perk in his opinion. He could see it now, dozens of cat Fanus ladies caressing his body. It was a dream Jin relived very often. 

As the number of student in the auditorium dwindled, more so did the ensuing darkness of sleep ate at the edges of his consciousness. Soon, Jin was pulled deep into the darkness of his own consciousness. At least until Azura's voice hit his ears. It was like a the crinkling of tin foil, it was annoying. His whole team was annoying. He didn't even know thier names, only Azura's name was permanently burned in the back of his head, just because of her attitude. In the end, Jin just ignored her. Not on a festival day.  It was like a the crinkling of tin foil, it was annoying. His whole team was annoying. He didn't even know thier names, only Azura's name was permanently burned in the back of his head, just because of her attitude. In the end, Jin just ignored her. Despite that, he immediately  dragged himself off of his makeshift bed to follow the group, he would rather not get reported today. 

Forrest was a nice guy. The Fauns often tried to tutor him, although it was a lost cause. Jin didn't need tutoring, he was actually quite intelligent in his opinion, he just couldn't be bothered to do anything. Unfortunately, Forrest just never left him alone, he was always there, always offering, always talking, as if he didn't have anywhere else to be. Even now he was talking, monologuing on Azura's and short question. 

For a festival, this was gonna be a long day.