[CENTER][h1][color=#2dc9e5]MIZUSHIMA MURASAME
水島 村鮫[/color][/h1][/CENTER]
[hr][right][color=gray][color=2dc9e5]Location[/color] — Somewhere in Sapporo
[color=2dc9e5]Interacting[/color] — [@Mcmolly][/color][/right][hr]

[indent]The train ride had been hellish. Ten hours, cooped up in a little metal box, surrounded by people he didn't know, all by his lonesome. The poor salary man he had shared a pair of seats with for the journey looked nearly as terrified as Murasame had felt during the ordeal, and it was a small blessing that half way through the journey that the fellow got off at one of their many stops, leaving him to his own own devices, to fret and panic while the metaphorical prison which held him barreled through Honshu and onward to Hokkaido. His destination had been nearly as imposing as the trip itself; Ishin Academy, where his grandfather had cut his teeth in the industry of old, and where his elder sister, Samehana, had graduated not months prior. He wished, even as he hunched down to step out of the carriage and onto the platform, that she still attended the prestigious academy. If nothing else, she could have soothed the tempest of insecurities swirling about his mind in the lead up to his enrollment. Or, at least, beat the worries out of him. More than likely beat them out of him. 

In hindsight, it was probably for the best that Samehana hadn't come with him. 

He was a big boy, both literally and figuratively. He didn't need his big sister to hold his hand on the way to school any more. That resolve kept him moving even when he seemed to like to be caught up among the waves of commuters, although given his size, he had more than enough of a berth in even the heaviest of rush hours. The first order of business was to change—stylish as it was, he didn't think his favorite leather jacket and new blue jeans would please the dean of such a strict school. A lavatory, and some finessing to squeeze into the stall would allow him to change into the carefully tailored uniform in his backpack. Only then would he be presentable enough to march on Ishin as generations of Mizushima had before him. 

Of course, such a march gave him ample time to get lost in his thoughts. Something that became obvious to the neurotic giant after he excused himself from the restroom and navigated out into the streets of Sapporo. It felt so... incredibly foreign to him. He had lived in Osaka for all his life, and had never been more than a few hours away from home, and all its comforts. Sapporo might have been dwarfed in scale by the packed streets of Osaka, but devoid of the familiarity of his home turf, the hulking teen couldn't help but feel like the small one as he meandered his way down avenues that he had committed to memory with the express purpose of arriving at the campus on time.

But it didn't take all that long to realize that, after a couple of discrepancies between map and mind and street below, that Murasame had become lost in more than just his thoughts. That's when the panic really set in. If his anxiety had been simmering beneath the surface since his mother kissed him goodbye and his father waved him off at the station, it boiled fully over when he realized he had managed to veer off course and into the wild unknown. What the hell was he gonna do?! He hadn't thought to actually bring the map of the city [i]with[/i] him! Space was at a premium with his uniform taking up so much space, and it was only supposed to be so many blocks from the station exit! It was entirely possible that he had gone in the wrong direction, and simply retracing his steps back to the station might've helped his memory, but that would take time! There wasn't much time before the opening ceremony, and he couldn't afford to be late—he already stuck out like a sore thumb! Being tardy to such a prestigious event wouldn't just paint him him as monster, but a delinquent too! 

He was practically hyperventilating by the time he found some small amount of respite. Across the way, in the corner of his vision, he caught sight of his salvation. Another student, with a matching uniform! That meant she was bound for Ishin too, so all he had to do was follow her and they'd inevitably end up at the school. But he couldn't just do that, right? That would be stalking, and he didn't want to ruin someone's day by making them think some fish-eyed freak was prowling after them on the street. He had to meet them head on, and introduce himself! Then, he could explain the whole thing and they could walk to school together. It was foolproof. 

Waiting for the light to turn, the bulky teen hurried his way through a crosswalk to the other side of the street, where he planned his approach. Just walk up, say hello, introduce himself, explain the situation. Just walk up, say hello, introduce himself, and explain the situation. He took a deep, steadying breath as he lumbered towards his fellow student (which sounded more like a snarl, given his unique dental situation), and tapped her on the shoulder with all the care he could manage.

[color=2dc9e5]"You, uh, you're a student, right? At, at Ishin—the hero school, you go there, right?"[/color] He rumbled, his fingers curling into a fist in frustration. They were just words! If he could order his own Big Wacs now, then he could ask for directions!

[color=2dc9e5]"I uh, I could use some directions. To the school. I gotta get there for the opening ceremony today and I'm... I'm lost, is all. I'm not from around here, so..."[/color][/indent]