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[hr][h3][color=F0E68C]Location - Writing Club Room[/color][/h3][/center][hr]

When Kevin first arrived in the - this was supposed to be a classroom, right? - he assumed he'd gotten the wrong one. There didn't look to be any other students his age there. Everyone was upper classmen. Or, worse, what are the odds he was the only freshman to register for this club? None of the other ones held any interest for him - and were full anyways - so here he was, walking in as the youngest in the group and found himself a seat as far to the back of the tiny, dusty room he could find. It also meant dealing with the dust still floating in the air from everyone else arriving. Given he had no plans to actually open his mouth unless absolutely necessary, he didn't really worry too much about the nasal clogging particles too much.

In the time since the club meeting was supposed to start, until the club leader finally arrived, he'd taken out a notebook and just made little notes in tiny, neat writing. Much smaller than some of the pages previously had if any chose to look. It wasn't really anything much - the way someone else in the group sat or moved, or a thought that popped into his head about the worrisome flicker in the lighting, and a few other random thoughts to pop into his head that might be interesting to use in some story at some point later. That was something the young writer liked to do, just jot down notes of whatever popped into his head when he was actively trying to think of something to write or do, and see what might fit where later. There'd been a few stories he'd written those kind of phrases or traits came into play and given how strange some of the others seemed (and only a little to do with the fact they were all older and likely would say or do things he hadn't thought of yet) it seemed a great place to draw inspiration from.

Things kicked underway quite well after the last person arrived and announced they were all early instead of him being late. [i][color=F0E68C]Great, another one of those kinda club heads.[/color][/i] Like he hadn't dealt with that kind of thing enough throughout all the years of other clubs he was part of. Oh well, you take the good with the bad. And the good was it was more notes he could make on people in the room, including the way the club head Jing immediately shut himself out of the proceedings and the way the pink haired Naoko reacted to the dust, or...

Kevin cringed when Micha fell to the ground after neglecting to remember how shoddy the equipment was in this room. "[color=F0E68C]Are you okay?[/color]" As soon as the words left his mouth, the black haired teen blinked in realizing he'd just betrayed his idea of sitting quietly and going mostly forgotten. His cinnamon chocolate gaze snapped from the older boy now sitting discontentedly on the floor to the rest of the room.

"[color=F0E68C]And, um, hi - to everyone - I suppose.[/color]" He anxiously fiddled with the pen in his hand, now feeling distinctly like he imagined deer felt staring down headlights. "[color=F0E68C]I'm Kevin, Kevin Marshall. This is my first - well, second, I suppose - day here at the academy so yeah. But, and no offense, uh - Naoko - or, um - Yvonne, but the task was the school slogan...not for the, uh, well, not the club. Something that is more representative of the school and what it wants to portray instead of boasting the club itself. That's what other clubs will likely do, probably.[/color]"

The more he spoke, the more that pen twisted and turned between his hands, until he'd finally - quite accidentally - worried the front off enough the spring launched the pressured contents across the room. The boy blinked again before frowning. "[color=F0E68C]Shit.[/color]" And his cheeks immediately flushed. "[color=F0E68C]Sorry.[/color]" 

After the quick apology he cleared his throat and continued with his rambling attempts to help. "[color=F0E68C]Right, so, like, maybe, The first step to realizing dreams...?[/color]" He shrugged and immediately turned his gaze to his notebook. "[color=F0E68C]Or something. We're trying to make a camel here anyways, so - ya know - 'Word up' was a good suggestion, too.[/color]"
 
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