Seth squinted his eyes, bringing a hand up to shield his irises from the sun. "Man, they're getting serious." he chuckled, watching a teacher push a seemingly drunk man away from the gates. Standing up, he stretched his muscles and scratched his butt. "Better head to class for the last few minutes."

The teenager turned around, languidly walking to his next class in his usual carefree demeanor, unknown of the horrors that was happening near the gates.

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Seth shouldered open the door to his music class, just as the teacher, some bald fucker, began some lecture on how to stroke your guitar lovingly. Or something. Ignoring the mans complaints on his uber lateness, the brown-haired teen sidled up into his seat near another dude from his year - a Japanese guy. Duh.

"Nakamura? Nekomura?" he asked, as the teacher sighed and began his lecture again.

"I hope your name isn't Nekomura. That'd suck." he chuckled, tapping a few times on his drum-set before pocketing the drum sticks. His eyes wandered towards the window. Shit was getting really serious. A fight.