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Tires squeal and rubber burns, he is late again. Well for the first time this year but that is not the point, chances are it will hardly be the last time he is late and making a bad first impression does not help his chances of avoiding trouble for it in future. Even if his winning smile and charming personality is normally enough to get him out of most trouble with little more than a smack on the wrist. Music can clearly be heard from within his car, even with the windows rolled up as he pulls into the carpark near a pristine Rolls Royce and a not so pristine Jeep.  

[i]Yeah, I get it
You're an outcast
Always under attack
Always coming in last
Bringing up the past
No one owes you anything
I think you need a shotgun blast
A kick in the ass
So paranoid
Watch your back![/i]

https://youtu.be/WGt-8adyabk?t=20s

He kicks his door open with one of his bootclad feet and climbs out of his car. He stands to his full height and stretches out, his biceps and chest flexing impressivly. He lets out a low grown as he stretches, he had a late night and this is what he considers an early morning.  He looks around at the students and faculty running around before turning back towards his car and reaching in through the open door to grab his jacket. He slips it on in one fluid movement.

[color=ec008c]"I mustn't be as late as I thought. Might even have some time to see what's new before getting into the grind."[/color]

He speaks to himself lowly as he shuts his car door with a loud thud before locking it. He is not even close to late, but that is how he was taught. Always be five minutes early to the five minutes early. He runs one hand along his pride and joy as he starts to walk towards the buildings, his hand hardly finding a speck of dust on the flawless black paint job. 

He looks up as he enters the compound, noticing the girl on the roof with a slight grin. There is always at least one every year. And this one is pretty cute as well. He can never stop going after the crazy ones. And with flaming red hair to boot, his favorite. He shakes his head and drags his eyes away from the distraction. Maintain situational awareness. His piercing blue eyes scan the area, but everything seems more or less normal. The pop girl clique powering through without a care, knocking one boy to the ground. His feet automatically start to move before another helps him up. He shrugs his shoulders and continues his scan. A couple of people cuddling together on a bench, and...a girl with some attitude.

His eyes lock on Riddley, taking in her toned arms and her style of dress as well as the cut of her hair. Now that might be someone to watch in the future. A little attitude goes a long way. He runs his hand through his hair an unconscious gesture that may give away his slight nervousness. If he can even feel nervous, he generally tries to avoid showing it. He walks up beside her and follows her eyesight looking up once again at the girl on the roof.

[color=ec008c]"I wouldn't worry about her too much. She looks like she is pretty well balanced, probably just a gymnast or something showing off. And even if she did fall there is nothing you could do to stop it, all you could do is render first aid. Try to break her fall and you would only end up wounded as well." [/color]

His voice is deep with a slight rumble to it. There is a slight inflection of humor in his tone. His eyes stay with the girl on the roof for a moment before he turns to the girl he has walked up to.

[color=ec008c]"My name is Jacob by the way."[/color]