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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TNRCvG9YtYI]Julien Touré[/url]
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America was a strange place for a Frenchman. The hustle and bustle of Midway City took Julien by surprise, he had hardly seen anyone who wasn't in a rush during his short time there. His entire situation was strange to be honest. Sure he'd gotten alright at this hero business, even cocky, but never in his life would he have dreamed of working with a hero on the level of Nightwing, much less being sponsored by him for a new superhero team.

He sat slouched outside a small café, phone in hand as he mindlessly browsed social media, truth be told his nerves were getting to him, he'd never show it though, never in his life. He looked down at his watch, it was about time to make a move, he picked up his duffel bag and slung it over his shoulder before walking towards the address given to him before his flight to America.

Half an hour or so later and he had arrived. The mansion was impressive to say the least, a grin grew on Julien's face, out of disbelief that he would actually be living there for any period of time mroe than anything. With a deep breath he opened the door and entered before merging with the forming group and listened as Nightwing and Zatanna explained the situation. 

With regard to the exchange students, Julien couldn't help but wonder what would actually happen if any of them discovered what was actually going on under the mansion. The thought of a mind eraser gadget like the ones from the [i]Men in Black[/i] films came to mind, but then again they were probably vetted and tested to make sure they would stay loyal if such an event were to occur.

His thoughts drifted towards gadgetry itself, he wondered how much funding he could possibly get to work on his own arsenal. He had a few ideas in the works, namely something that would protect him from more than just a pistol. A bullet blocking cape would be cool for sure, but he was no tailor, lacing his own clothes with the bullet-proof material was difficult enough.

After being shown his room, Julien got to work personalizing it. 'Got to work' was probably a bit generous in all honesty though, he hadn't brought a huge amount from home, getting what he had through the airport was difficult enough. He placed a record player on his bedside cabinet and stuck a solitary [i]Radiohead[/i] poster on the wall.

Julien exited his room. Hoping to socialise with anyone else exploring the hallways.