[center][b][u][i]~ Yevon ~[/i][/u][/b][/center]

[i]Whoa.[/i]

Yevon stared at the snowball in his hand. He had no idea as to how it got there, but he personally felt pretty chill about it. Life must've sometimes granted people snowballs even at fairly warm beaches.

[i]Ye.[/i]

The white-haired transfer student simply turned to the entrance of the entire island. How did his truck fall all the way back here? He had no idea, but decided not to question it further. For an announcement soon blasted into his ears.

[center][b]"CALLING ALL OF ATHALIA. PLEASE REPORT TO THE LOUNGE AREA FOR A MANDATORY MEETING!"[/b][/center]

Yevon raised an eyebrow, realizing he had stared at his snowball for over an hour now. Time flew by pretty quickly. Not that he minded. Time was cool.

"If people like her make love, I bet my ears would become nonexistent," Yevon bluntly said. "I'm cool with having my ears blown, though. Actually, that'll be problematic..."

The white-haired student lazily opened the ice cream truck door, [i]slowly[/i] getting out of it. Locking the truck, he proceeded to head toward that... Lounge place. Lounge. Longe. Lodge. Whatever it was.

He eventually arrived, clearly chill with taking a nice little walk to the lounge. Looking around the lounge, Yevon nodded, pouting in... acknowledgement. He liked this room. He felt chill with it. The boy decided to lean on a wall, for he wanted to let the students pick their seats.

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[center][b][u][i]~ Nike ~[/i][/u][/b][/center]

Nike sat still on top of a tree.

Now, he was pretty easy to recognize thanks to his true blue hair and his funky outfit, which always changed as time went on. Nike was, so to speak, a really fast guy. Maybe a little too fast. Sure, he could be caught by others quite easily in some situations, but most of the time, people tend to see him as a blue blur when he is running.

Nike felt that taking a break was nice. Just before he could start thinking fast, however, he heard a voice ring out,

[center][b]"CALLING ALL OF ATHALIA. PLEASE REPORT TO THE LOUNGE AREA FOR A MANDATORY MEETING!"[/b][/center]

[b][i]"OH MY GO-"[/i][/b]

Nike fell off the tree... before beginning to run to a designated location. The lounge? He liked to run around in the open, but if it was mandatory, it must've been something important.

[i]I hope it's just a chill thing![/i] Nike thought, running at a hundred miles per hour as he zoomed toward the lounge. [i]Never was good at serious talk, anyway![/i]

It took him a few minutes to get to the lounge. The instant second he entered the lounge, he was sitting on a chair, feeling like an attentive gentleman with a particularly awkward smile.

Living life in the wild for years proved to make him feel unsophisticated.