[hr][center][h2][color=92278f]Daler Ghumman[/color][/h2][/center][hr]

Daler sipped his cup of tea peacefully in his classroom. It was his least favorite time of year - the beginning of a semester - and he was expected to get up and go to the introductory field. A tear leaked from his eye as he thought about breaking up his daily routine just for something as small as an opening ceremony - the stress was small, but in his age, he had become a rather weepy sort. He set his cup of tea down on his low table and glanced at the clock on the wall. He should have been on his way already according to the schedule, but he didn't care. An old man could get away with being slightly late from time to time.

With a groan and no end of creaking and popping joints, Daler lifted himself up from his cushion on the floor with his walking stick and slowly ambled out the door. A short walk through the Institute later, he came across the golf cart he'd been using to get to and fro outside and climbed into the driver's seat with a further series of pops indicating the settling of his tired bones.

Some time passed and he made his way out to the field, where students and instructors were already gathering. He drove up next to Mako, one of the other counselors, and parked his golf cart. He didn't bother getting out -- the seat was comfortable enough. [color=92278f]"Pretty big turnout this year..."[/color], he said, aimed at nobody in particular, though he was sure that Mako could hear him.


[hr][center][h2][color=f26522]Brock Van de Vate[/color][/h2][/center][hr]

There were still bruises on his wrists from the handcuffs he'd been subjected to only the day before. Damned pigs needed to learn to tighten those things properly. At least he was free, though, and free to do as he wished. On the trip to the Institute, he'd learned enough about it to know that this was his best shot at being Number One. Others there were more experienced, sure, but he was certain he'd outpace [i]all[/i] of them in time.

Brock adjusted his Douchebag™ aviator sunglasses to get the sunlight out of his eyes and jogged forwards across the field where he had been instructed to show up. He wasn't happy about being told what to do, but the administrators had told him that everyone would be there, which sweetened the pot a bit. Time to assert dominance.

A tiny pipsqueak of a girl stood next to what appeared to be two teachers. She'd have been easy pickings, but it wasn't worth it, especially with the Detention Counselor standing right next to her. He'd already encountered Daler once, and it was [i]not[/i] fun. His eyes were scanning the area for someone he'd be able to pick up as a [s]peon[/s] ally when an extremely cheerful girl caught his attention. She was just [i]begging[/i] to be taken advantage of, and it didn't help that she was, in his eyes, 'hot as hell'. He briskly trotted over to Natsuki Sumiko to introduce himself in front of the rest of the crowd.

[color=f26522]"Hey hey, how's it hangin'? I'm new here too. Name's Brock, and I love chimichangas, burning things, and the color [color=ed1c24]red[/color], in that order. [i]I'm[/i] going to be the best fighter at the Institute."[/color]

He gave a sharp glance to Akiko, who he had immediately taken a strong dislike to. Something told him that she was strong and would prove to be a hell of an obstacle.

[hr][center][h2][color=00aeef]Jonathan Walker[/color][/h2][/center][hr]

A small lump had sprung up where Jonathan had briefcased himself in the head, hidden beneath his hair. It was a bit bothersome and distracting, but there were more important things to worry about than his earlier accident. Specifically, an introduction. The girl he'd approached before had just finished giving her introduction, followed by some guy in a red hoodie, whose eyes were hidden behind his sunglasses. Jonathan was slightly creeped out by the guy - he was almost certainly now staring somewhere [i]extremely rude[/i]. A bit less worryingly, Hondo was already there. Jonathan gave Hondo a short wave and a sunny smile from across the field.

He sighed. He'd missed his chance to make a good impression on the smaller girl before everyone else arrived as he usually preferred. A smile crept back onto Jonathan's face as he moved to introduce himself as well - whatever disappointed feelings he had had fallen away just as quickly as they had come.

[color=00aeef]"I'm Jonathan Walker. I've been here for a bit over a year, and I'm looking forward to working with everyone here."[/color] Polite, short, simple, effective. He wasn't much one for bragging.