[i][u] Nicholas Raynor [/u][/i]

And thus, he finally arrived. Not that Nicholas was anyone important, mind you, but he was indeed among the last to arrive. Today, he wore a white t-shirt with a pair of blue jeans, keeping simple, and yet...it seemed almost bare, if anyone really knew him. Which, honestly, none of these people likely would. When he wore white, he preferred to wear some sort of button-up or jacket over it, to blend well together and create a better looking outfit, but he wasn't feeling it. Not today. Not after nearly drowning himself in his own sorrows over being unable to help, Not after feeling the rain drown him in a melodic somber beating. He just...wasn't feeling it.

The young man adjusted his brown backpack, taking a seat near Aislin and Deborah, along with Shannon. This was not a conscious decision, however. In fact, one could be surprised that Nicholas showed up at all, considering that one as usually as introverted as he was previously had been involved in that death scenario, and anyone reasonable would imagine he wouldn't want to be anywhere near this saddening affair, especially considering he hadn't used his power since that tragic night. His spirit wasn't strong enough, he didn't see it necessary, any number of excuses could be present. But he had presented none. He hadn't spoken since the incident, again, seeing no point. 

But Nicholas was here. Because he valued the life of someone fallen, even if he had never known them. And furthermore, he feared that something darker...no, he -felt- it. A chill in his bones, something wasn't right. Not at all. He had to search out the truth in this situation, which was why he couldn't afford to not be here. Unfortunately, as the headmaster spoke, he heard nothing that surprised him. The headmaster refused to shed any more light than he, having been at the scene, knew. Furthermore, this man, this leader, told students not to get involved, which was fine...until one line changed his mind, which made him grasp his fist in disagreement. 

[i] As if this never happened... [/i]

No. He couldn't accept that. He wouldn't. His depression and fear was loud, but this aggravating viewpoint was enough to drive this usually silent young man into a furious line of questions...which he didn't dare voice. Hey, he was angry, but in front of all these people, after what he felt...he was still a little too drained for that...but something about how that line infuriated him. How could he act as if someone people cared about didn't die?! How could he just sit around and let it happen again, when the one responsible was still not present. He couldn't. And he wouldn't...at least. He still needed to steel himself mentally, find his center of sorts. His emotions had reason for drive, but his spirit felt weak and his reasoning could be faulty. No. He couldn't rush. He needed to gather himself again...in due time, though. He would search for the truth. In due time.