[center][h2][color=red][u]       [i][b][color=gray]✣[/color]  Markus Damon [color=gray]✣[/color][/b][/i]        [/u]
[color=gray][sup][sup][b]~Location: Pakora Academy~[/b][/sup][/sup][/color]
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He should have stayed in bed today. Much like the majority of other students who didn’t want to be here, [url=http://i.imgur.com/CtR5QVU.jpg]Markus Damon[/url] was regretting getting out of bed to attend this opening ceremony. Not only that, but he had the distinct feeling that nobody wanted to interact with him; indeed, so far most people had formed their own little groups so far.

Had the welcoming speech been given? Was it already over? He didn’t even know; time meant more than nothing to the undead. Even so, he figured he might as well leave since it looked like the other students were doing the same. It was truly a drag and his eyes hurt just from looking at things. He really should have stayed in bed today.

With not much else to do, Markus’ feet took him to anywhere and nowhere at all. In layman terms, he merely shuffled about to whatever interested him though it wouldn’t be hard to mistake him as a zombie just wandering the halls. To that action he did, moving about until he eventually bumped into someone or someone would call him. A somber, exhausting aura rained over his shifting form…