[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/200209/f15dd8a26a78e86560e8b68ad18760aa.png[/img][/center][center]Featuring:[/center] [hr] Cyne had slept soundly and found himself waking up at 3 minutes past 6 am. A little later than usual for him, but still in an acceptable range as far as he was concerned. He noted that he had a dreamless night, something that was fairly uncommon for him. Cyne had found that thinking about his dreams and what they meant helped him get through the morning, but he didn't find such solace today as he realised that his aunt had already left for work. Her shifts normally began pretty early but even still, she didn't usually leave the apartment until around half 6. Maybe she'd been called in for an earlier shift. He'd have to ask her when he got back from the school trip. He did his morning workout and hit the shower straight after. There wasn't much for him to think about, given as he'd lost his normal topic of thought with the loss of his dream, but he refused to sit in silence as he prepared his food. Turning on his aunts small kitchen TV and turning up the volume so he could hear it over the sound of the cooking, he got to work on preparing some bacon and eggs. The news happened to be the channel that was on, something that he didn't have a preference for but didn't care to change given the chances that he'd end up on a worse channel. Most of what was said was monotonous and not really interesting, but it kept his mind buzzing along as he cooked and ate his food. Something mildly interesting caught his notice however, the emergence of an infamous hacker. Admittedly, he wasn't too interested in the subject as a whole, but what made him take notice was the fact that this was something of a rumour at his school. If something dangerous like this was near him, perhaps he'd have to be more careful. Finishing off his breakfast, he sat his plate in the sink and finished getting ready, putting on his typical uniform-esque outfit before heading out. He liked to look proper and presentable, and honestly didn't have much going in the way for him regarding casual clothing. He'd have to remedy that situation someday. [hr] Cyne had an easy commute to school. Whilst he could get there very quickly if he took the bus, he found himself preferring the walk given that it saved him money. Whilst he'd lived in a city before, the Big Apple was an entirely different beast and he found himself enamoured by its size and the chaos that'd fill it from dusk till dawn. He just loved, being the gambler that he is, the idea that anything could happen at any time. Random street fighters at 7am? A guy walking on his hands across a road? This city just had a flair to it that he found hilariously fun. However, his morning commute today was uneventful. He'd arrived at the school slightly early and found himself irritated already. He barely held himself back during the pledge, but he quickly began fidgeting with a pen that he'd brought to school already. Why was life so insistent on making today mundane. No dream, no street fight, not even a bit of gossip before the roll call. He hoped the rest of the day wouldn't be as boring, and figured if nothing happened on the bus ride then he'd have to make his own entertainment. Unsurprisingly, nothing happened on the bus ride. He sat next to someone he barely knew and exchanged small talk, but the ride was over much faster than Cyne had planned it to be, so no significant conversation happened. Regrettable. He'd have to follow up on his promise now. He had a look around. He didn't mind dinosaurs, but they weren't exactly his preference. Nor was overpriced novelty goods from the gift shop, though he did think about buying a lunch for later. He spotted a couple of exhibits that interested him, namely the ones on wars and culinary history. Whilst these weren't topics that completely engrossed him, it made him less agitated for the time being. He made sure to make a mental note of what he read too, given he'd overheard something about a test later. Regardless of interest however, he still was bored after 10 minutes or so and found himself aimlessly roaming the museum and spinning a pen in his hand, looking for something fun to do.