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Karada tried his best to fit in among the rabble that were awaiting the bus to L.O.S.E.R. Although, being a blond, blue-eyed, relatively tall young man in an impressive suit who was part of a scandal that reached national news  outlets... It was harder than he expected. In order to ignore the horrible situation he found himself in, Karada instead decided to focus on his  surroundings: they were on a fairly vacant road, already nearly on the outskirts of town. The forests were visible at a distance... The location itself was only a block away from the homeless shelter, and Karada quickly began to pray that no one asked him for a handout. After all, he only had 200,000 Yen left to his name, and he planned on making it last as long as humanely possible. Karada was one of the first to arive, as expected considering he had to fly out to this town... Waiting all alone took forever, but slowly, more people began to join him in the wait. Karada counted 5 people, not including himself, and was waiting exasperatedly for the rest of the class to come. I mean, surely this wasn't it? Karada pulled out and lit a cigarette, a habit he has developed when waiting impatiently.

After another 30 minutes of waiting, a decrepit old truck slowly began to pull up to the group of 6, and the window rolled down to reveal a man who was at least in his fifties, as evident by his massive beard. W...Was that his quirk? And this man is a staff member?

...

Noticing quickly how the man appeared to have a random assortment of paperwork, food and half-drunken beverages, Karada realized that he expected EVERYONE to ride in the back... Karada briefly considered whether this was even legal, but he slowly made his way to the flatbed and, after 2 attempts, got himself onto the shaky surface. Walking himself to the far back, as far as he could get from any of the sides and risk being thrown out of the truck, Karada slowly kneeled down, sitting on the dusty and dirty flatbed. [color=a36209][i]This is going to be a bitch to clean...[/i][/color] Karada thought, glancing down at his poor suit pants. Karada glanced at his future classmates taking them in, doing his best to analyze them and their potential threat to him. Some were especially easy to pick out, such as the shirtless young man with horns who seemed to have an animal based quirk. Possibly communication with rams or goats? Or maybe it was an enhancement quirk, and it had the aesthetics of an animal? Another, more tanned student had harpoons dangling from his arms, near the shoulder... Whether they were prehensile or not would change the power of such as quirk by tenfold...

The rest of the students seemed to be like him, and were not mutants. As such, it would be impossible to actually tell what their quirk was without outright asking, and the thought was impossible for a young man that was raised in a high class environment, such as Karada. There only appeared to be a single female student out of the bunch, and Karada was sure to keep her in his peripheral vision at all time. He would have also used his quirk, but being on a moving vehicle made that option impossible. 

Karada realized he was so busy investigating the other students that he completely forgot that the surroundings were slowly shifting. The trees were now all around them, and the oppressive gray sky was ready to downpour at any moment. Luckily, the winds didn't bother Karada that much. He was used to the cold, and his suit provided him with a slight protection against the cold. The scene reminded him of youth, being locked outside of the house while dinner parties were being held by his parents... Reading and playing with the family dogs... Sleeping in the rain because he did something wrong... Nursing wounds...

Karada slowly removed and put out he cigarette. The filter felt white hot to the touch, which wasn't caused by the heat of the flame. The suits materials pricked him like needles, leaving him gasping for air and clutching his heart. It was moments like this that all the things in his youth came crashing down on him, threatening to bury him under their mass. After what felt like an eternity. but was barely more than 5 seconds, Karada steadied his breathing, leaned back in the truck, and prayed none of his classmates saw him having an episode. The thought that one of his classmates may remember him from the scandal briefly filled him with intense fear, and he was about to have another fit when the voice of the bearded driver rung out, bringing him back to the present.

[color=0072bc]"Line up side to side at the bottom of the stairs. Give your name up one at a time. The boss doesn't like to be kept waiting." [/color]

Karada made the perilous journey to escape the truck, slowly masking his way to the side and lowering himself to the ground. After he finished doing so, he immediately lit a new cigarette - Gotta keep up appearances. The school itself was far from impressive, looking more like a house than a institute of education. Hell, with the staff that they've seen so far, Karada wouldn't be surprised if they had to cook their own meals! But to be honest, Karada planned to cook his own meals either way. He felt more comfortable knowing what was in his food. A man that demanded all attention though, was the red-eyed, horned individual standing at forefront of the school, seemingly welcoming the group of students to their education. The figure was very imposing... The brief thought to run had crossed Karada's mind, but turning revealed that the shuttle bus had already departed. Puffing out another burst of smoke, Karada made his way to the slowly forming line, taking the far right as his position.

[color=a36209]"Karada Fudosan. It's an honor, sir."[/color]