[b] [u] [Center]Jin [/Center] [/b] [/u]

Jin saw Vesper, Lysander and then the Head-Master walk into the building. Jin continued to spectate any sparring matches taking place, however that did not last incredibly long. Jin soon found himself walking into the room that would be his. Jin's bedroom was eerily untouched except a two bags placed in the closet. One bag held personal belongings such as clothing for if he ever got his body back. The other bag held weapons, various types from punching daggers to lances, exotic to more bland broad-swords. All weapons Jin knew how to use efficiently and had been since his body became a hunk of metal.

A sigh was audible from Jin as he stared at the room which was rarely used. Sitting on the edge of his bed, his pose was similar to The Thinker statue. Jin would of went into slumber, however doing so was impossible. All he could do is what he has grown to call "Fake-sleep". The act of sitting somewhere for so long, his mind eventually fades into a day-dream state, which somewhat imitates sleeping. At least the dreaming aspects of it.