[center][u][h1][color=a36209]Vincent Gulfus[/color][/h1][/u][/center]

The morning events had been quite something. Vincent had woken up early for once in his life probably due to whoever occupied the room next to his having no care for other people's sleeping patterns. Tiredness aside he had adjusted well to having a much plainer room then the last time he had woken up. Not like he needed anything fancy to sleep in. Vincent was anything but privileged. 

He had kept to himself throughout the morning lessons. It wasn't exactly hard considering his new attire which effectively preceded anything he could say. What was with this school and forcing students to effectively wear an outfit in a bid to segregate them. The strong shouldn't need such labels and neither should the weak.  

So what was he doing now? Dueling of course.

[color=a36209]"'Chaos Emissary - Umbra' Attack his life points directly!"[/color] He yelled as the dark angel lumbered forward on her wings to close out the game. His opponent falling to his knees as the shock went from Vincent's duel chain to his opponents. These duel chains certainly made the duel fun. Vincent detached his chain from his opponents duel disk and began to manually wind it up. All the chains he could have taken he had to take the one you had to wind up afterward. A glance up from his winding and he could see is opponent was being helped to his feet by their friends. It was just a kid from the EARTH dorms. He was talking about how the DARK dorm students were all the bottom of the gutter trash. Vincent quickly put him back in his place. 

Still, Why didn't Vincent have any friends around to cheer him on when he had won. Is that the price one has to pay for power? Losing the meaning to even win in the first place. That shouldn't be the way it has to be at all. He took a seat on one of the arena's nearby seats in order to rest his aching joints. His Opponent had got him good with that 'Magic Cylinder' and because duel chains work both ways he had to suffer taking the equivalent of 3000 points of damage as an electric shock. Which wasn't fun at all. 

He felt like he should probably move someplace else. He was totally up for another game but he needed to rest just a bit first, he had gone for multiple games in a row and it was beginning to take his toll. He couldn't risk collapsing or developing a heart condition. He wiped his brow, this type of dueling was so much more invigorating to him. Perhaps if action dueling was more solid and it actual risks he would do that instead.

He heaved himself to his feet making sure his deck was firmly equipped with his duel disk, his weapon of which he had developed fluency with and began to make his way toward the card shop, he was less likely to encounter anyone looking to duel there and if he did they were likely to be new clunky decks rather then honed killing machines. 

[h3][center]- 20 minutes later -[/center][/h3]

Vincent sat down at one of the tables located around the card shop in the furthest corner from the entrance and leaned against the wall behind him with his chair. Getting as comfortable as he could at his table in order to ease the ache in his muscles. Now he would just have to scan the room for any potential points of interests until he recovered enough.