[CENTER][img]Character Banner[/img][/CENTER][indent][sub][COLOR=SILVER][B]Location:[/B][/COLOR] [I]Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - Southern Plateau, Dundas Island[/I][/sub][sup][right][COLOR=SILVER][b]First Class #2.13[/b][/COLOR] [I]Shaken Up[/I][/right][/sup][/indent][sub][hr][/sub][INDENT][sub][color=SILVER][B]Interaction(s):[/B][/COLOR] [I]N/A(Open to interaction)[/I][/sub] 

[INDENT] This place was supposed to be safe. That was the thought that was going through his head while he was attending Cass's funeral. Hyperion, of all people, was at the school. How did he get in? Plus, what he did to Cass for defying. Cass was brave for what he did regardless if it got him killed. Not many people would do that, and those pricks that joined Hyperion's side. Ruling as Gods, what was that nonsense? Hyperhumans are not gods, and Hyperhumans bleed the same as normal humans and can be killed as easily.             

Anger started to swell in him, but Efraim remembered where he was and did his best to calm himself. He is at a funeral, and one for someone he did not know. Efraim wished he did after seeing how brave that guy was. Too late now as he watched Cass's coffin get launched off to sea caught on fire. A Viking funeral was something Efraim never expected to witness, and it felt somehow right to him. Cass being buried and honored this way.  

After the funeral, Efraim lingered for a bit. Staring at the calm ocean before walking away. Why did he not do anything? Efraim questioned himself. He did nothing as Hyperion killed Cass and watched as those pricks joined him. Hyperion killed one of their own, and they still joined him. Anger once again started to grow in him as he walked. 

Yes, he has to attend therapy because of what happened, but how can he feel okay? A terrorist got into the school, killed, and left without anyone stopping him. If he got in the first time, what is stopping him from doing it a second time? Is this school actually safe, or not?  

But more importantly, he did nothing, and bone started to grow on his hands. In anger and frustration, Efraim punched the closest thing to him, which happened to be a tree. Breathing deeply as he looked at his fist and kept his fist on the tree, Efraim still felt frustrated and turned around and started to lean against the tree. He has been here a week, and this is how life here is turning out. Pizza and murder. Some school life so far, and Efraim would stay in his spot with bone armor still on his hands. Thinking about things, and well, he got time for that now.[/INDENT][/INDENT]