Charles Thompson sat at the back of the room, slouched over the back of his chair. He was nonchalantly chewing a blowing bubbles out of his gum, and was utterly disinterested in what the leader had to say. He was on his phone, messaging somebody on Instagram. Charles's hair was messy, he didn't get time to style it before he had to leave for this stupid club. Charles looked around and took note of some of the people he could see. He had mixed emotions as he looked out over the people that had attended the "Occult Club".

Charles was honestly surprised at the number of hot girls in the room. He was looking at everyone and giving them all a class. Hot. Hot. Demented. Weird. Hot. Charles went through the whole room until he got to Matsushima. [i]The bane of my existence [/i] he thought with a scowl visibly showing on his face. He had made no effort to conceal the sounds of his phone, and they were beeping away as he slumped over the chair.

Charles checked himself with the camera on his phone. He took out his comb and begun to comb it will back into the style he preferred. If he was going to make his time useful here, he may as well look nice and pick up a hot girl. He had been single for a few months now, and was getting rather bored of it. A girlfriend was fun. Someone to take to parties other than scared lackeys, someone to join him in the sort of empire he had created. Of course it couldn't last for long. Charles never got really attached to anyone, but girls certainly did to him.

Then Matsushima spoke, and for a while. She capped off by asking everyone what a ghost is. [i]A figment of your imagination[/i] He thought, smiling to himself. He let out a loud yawn and switched over to playing a game on his phone. The music of the game was extremely loud, but Charles could not be bothered to turn the volume down. He quickly switched off the game to check his hair again. [i]Perfect[/i] he thought, switching back to his game again.