Cyrus ran a hand through his hair, the untamed mass was not being obedient for some reason that day. He gave up and turned his attention to the podium. The vice-principal's speech was sooooo inspiring. "Who else can you be besides yourself?" He grunted sarcastically. Logic and comedy were constantly warring inside his head. By the time the student principal came to the stage, Bane was ready to move, he hated staying in one place. Seeing as his very life and power revolved around motion.

Cyrus sprang up when the speech was over, excitement was setting in. He laughed when an awkward young male flew out of his seat and stumbled down into some poor, innocent students. All that was left was a pile of red hair and a couple unhappy students. Cyrus noticed that he shared his hair color with two other guys, how strange? 

The party was going to be interesting, girls, booze, and a whole bunch of inhuman peolpe fighting out stupid disputes. Cyrus grinned, he would show them! First things first, establishing himself as a prominent person in this mass of nobody's. He strided up to the Student Principal, Criston. Bane was delighted to see a couple girls glance his way and giggle, he gave them a quick wink. "Criston right? Nice speech, to hell with formal eh? Cyrus by the way, Cyrus Bane." He reached a hand out, cutting off a girl who was hanging on his right arm. The girl didn't care, and just moved to Cyrus' side. "Hope to see how good of a party you can throw, and by the way, nice hair," he joked. Cyrus flexed a bit as the girl on his other side grabbed his arm, he whispered something in her ear and she swooned. Was it really that easy?