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[b]Time: After Class - Present Day
Location: Training Halls - Gym, DWMA[/b]

“[color=rosybrown]Shit![/color]” Peter yelped. Standing up he helped Vanille back to her feet.

Henry stood up straight, “[color=cornflowerblue]The hell was that?[/color]”

“[color=rosybrown]Just another day in Death City. You guys want to check it out?[/color]”

The pair of them nodded enthusiastically. They quickly headed out of the school, making a beeline for the car. Peter spun his keys around his finger unlocking the doors, the car was a beautiful and impossibly sleek 1968 ragtop Chevy Camaro. Deep blue with white racing stripes across the hood, the chrome of its mirrors shined in the grinning, goofy sun. Peter took a seat in the driver’s seat, with a turn in the ignition the engine rumbled to life. Peter adjusted his glasses, grinning as he usually did. How could he not? The sound of the engine was so satisfying.

Henry adjusted the seat forward for Vanille to climb into the back. Henry always called shot gun, he immediately went to the radio adjusting to a different radio station. Peter waited for everyone to pull on their seatbelts, they rolled down the windows for a breeze. The brown leather seats were warm but soft. Peter shifted the gears, pressing the clutch and then took off. Picking up speed with a roar of gas. 

The explosion felt like it was near by and they followed others that headed toward it. Drawn by curiosity as much as the others were.

[@Hero]