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[center][h2][color=a0410d]Jefferson St. John[/color][/h2]
[color=a0410d][b]Location:[/b][/color] Front Gate
[color=a0410d][b]Interacting with:[/b][/color] Dante [@Araby264], Temperance [@Tenma Tendo], Eir [@Superboy], Iccho [@yahoo3422] [/center]
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	Stepping out of the car, Jefferson St. John stretched his legs, grinning as he breathed in the fresh ocean air. It had taken months of effort, thirty applications, and around twenty hours of travel, but he had finally arrived at Kosei Academy. The air was clean, the forest was dense, the lake was beautiful, and he was going to have a grand old time.

	He smiled to himself as he went to hoist his duffel, only to realize that it had already been taken away. Apparently there were porters for the school. Porters! God, this was exciting. Still, hopefully he would be able to understand more than he had so far. The driver had rattled off like a machine gun the entire way from Mustafa to the school, and all that the student had managed to pick up was something about bad fishing in the lake and to steer clear of the forest. Strange dialect, local probably. There was also a short mention that tipping the driver was customary, but Jeff took that one as a joke.

	Regardless, he had just become a small fish in a big pond, and hell if he wasn’t going to make a good impression. Someone was speaking loudly over the crowd, but he didn’t pay it much mind. As it was, he was busy being bludgeoned by the hundreds of students around him, scanning the flow of bodies to figure out where he was supposed to go.For a moment, he was thrown. He spotted several shocks of blonde hair facing away from him and headed over. It made sense that there would be other transfer students. Hell, one could even be from the States! Wouldn’t that be funny, two Americans in a Japanese academy. He approached with a broad grin on his face, loud English booming when he got close. [color=a0410d]“Hey, you guys from around here?”[/color]

	As he drew close, he saw there was a third with them, a small girl with pink hair. He cocked an eyebrow and tilted his head just a bit. He honestly couldn't tell if she was Japanese or not, so he decided to play it safe with his language choices and prayed for his accent to be less pronounced. She honestly looked... a little terrified. Maybe could use a confidence boost. [color=a0410d]"I like the hair."[/color]