[center][h1][color=Sienna]Cleophas Rook[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][b][5:30 AM][/b][/center]
   [i]Brrring!...Brrring!...Brrring![/i]

	The high-pitched tone was met with a groan of protest. [color=sienna]"Gahhh...Whaa-whyy.."[/color]

   [i]Brrring!...Brri- Beep[/i]

[color=sienna]"Yeah..what-what time issit..?"[/color]

[color=7bcdc8]"Time for you to get ready for class. It's almost 5:30."[/color]

Rook sat up stock-straight when his dad replied. [color=sienna]"Oh! Pops why're ya callin' so early!?"[/color] he asked as he stumbled out of bed towards his bags, rubbing sleep from his eyes. He'd yet to unpack his belongings into the dorm room he'd been assigned - he simply crashed on his bed the day before, not even making sure to tidy it up. It helped that he apparently didn't have a dorm-mate, yet.

He crooked the phone between his head and shoulder as he attempted to keep his balance while jumping into his pants.

[color=7bcdc8]"Can't have you being late for your first day of classes, can I? And you know how you've been lately when it comes to getting to class..."[/color] he responded, the last bit tinged with the sound of disappointment.

[color=sienna]"Yea, yea...I get it. I'll be there. On time."[/color], the boy replied. He genuinely felt bad sometimes for disappointing his father - but the classes were just [i]so damn boring[/i] sometimes. It was hard to feel driven to attend. But this was a new year - he had to try harder.

[i]Bzzt. Bzzt.[/i] Cleophas looked at his phone. He'd just received two messages.

[color=sienna]"Ah- hey pops, a'gotta go. Gonna get ready for class."[/color]

[color=7bcdc8]"Right! Have a good first day, son. Text me about it after, all right? Talk to you then!"[/color]

[i]Beep.[/i]

Rook picked up his tennis shoes and moved to sit on the bed as he read over the texts he had just received.

[color=sienna][i]Woah...a hero? Ad'be so cool'ta meet some sorta Arms-Master Vigilante![/i][/color]

Rook didn't know who this person was sending the text, but it seemed the opportunity was almost [i]too good[/i] to pass up. Ignoring the first message, he replied to the second, "I'm in."

He tucked his phone away into his pocket as he grabbed his backpack, having finished dressing, before heading out the door, closing it thoughtlessly behind him.

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	Minutes later, Rook came to a screeching halt as he stepped past the threshold of his homeroom class - a second [i]after[/i] the bell sounded. Much to his chagrin, it had taken him a little time to find the correct classroom. A few students stared at his entrance as he blew a tuft of (forgettingly ungroomed) hair out of his face.

[color=sienna]"Mawnin'..."[/color] he greeted as he waved hesitantly.