[color=00a651][i][b][center]Gren Orchid[/center][/b][/i][/color]

Gren had taken a seat near the back of the class, as it was one of the few places were Gren could fit without moving the desk. His body was built for warfare, not scholarly pursuit. As he waited for class to start he closed his eyes and decided to browse the internet for a while. He went to his Role Playing Guild site and started to work on some posts. He also started up some [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_gsvE4Dy28o]music[/url] to get his thoughts off the white noise until a voice called out to him.

[quote][color=004b80]"There is only one motherfucker I've known that is as ugly as you. I'll be damned if that isn't you Gren! How the hell did you trick these humans into letting a poor excuse of a faunus into Beacon?"[/color][/quote]

Gren turned down his music and looked at his old associate Grane, standing up to greet him with arms wide open. [color=00a651]"With the deadliest weapon known to man: Paperwork. Haa ha ha ha! Grane fucking Blauer! They finally deport your ass? Where've you been man, why haven't you contacted me? They don't got internet in Vacuo or something?"[/color] Gren walked over to Grane, reaching out to clasp his hand. The all too familiar smell of booze lingered on Grane, even if he hasn't had a drop to drink yet.