[b]River[/b]

This social event wasn’t too shocking of a change. A lot of these kids had been through something rather hardcore a week prior so this was a way to wind down. Of course, that didn’t quite hold true for many of the students as a lot of them were the quiet, reserved type. It was understandable how such personalities had developed throughout these young individuals, being beaten down by society time and time again. River’s silence came from a purely practical point of view where the silent little guy wasn’t very visible and it helped out quite a lot in his earlier life. It had little to do with insecurity or inner turmoil. 

River leaned against the wall with a glass of water in hand. Soda was so unhealthy and he would prefer not to put floating sugar in his mouth. Though, he did eat a lot of ice cream so that would contradict his charade of healthy habits. He kept his eyes peeled to see what people were doing. Sure it felt a bit like being a stalker but that was kind of what he was, it was right in his codename, Sniper. River had developed quite the level of vigilance, keeping his eyes on guard constantly. There was however little to no interesting things going on. Most people were just hanging out, someone was using the karaoke machine and nearly everyone was bathing in sugary delight. Downing the rest of his water, River put the glass away and slowly walked around to perhaps find a place he’d call home for the rest of the evening. He didn’t have anything against social conventions, in fact he rather liked them despite his silence. Though last week’s endeavour put his mind in a spin and kept it there. Training was the one thing that always calmed him down but he knew that for any normal person, this would be considered ‘calming down’. Still, with as many insecure, afraid and straight up anxiety driven mutants in that school, this whole event was just not thought through. He could almost sense the discomfort around him. Nevertheless, most students were indeed enjoying themselves.

A few minutes passed and perhaps it would be a good idea to stop overanalysing his surroundings, it was actually reaching a rather creepy level now. Eventually River would find himself in a room playing the movie ‘Night of the Living Dead’. He did quite enjoy shooting zombies in video games but he’d never seen this movie before. It was most likely about a bunch of people who forget how to run halfway through the movie and end up slowly backing up when chased by a horde, and ultimately get eaten. Damn, the intelligence of people in horror movies is the actual scare factor. Oh well, might as well kill a few braincells and watch it. Alicia seemed to have occupied the room together with another boy, Harley? That kid was wrapped up tight over there in the corner. Surely there was a reason to why he had made himself a blanket armour and gorged on ice cream. It screamed ‘leave me alone’. Alicia didn’t quite catch that, apparently. Either way, River dropped down on the other end of the sofa and rested his chin against his fist while leaning against the armrest. Extreme annoyance towards human intelligence in horror movies in three….two…one…go.