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Old Amsterdam
olcharlieboiMatt Ronwell stepped off the plane with a stretch, it had been his first time on a plane and the experience had been surprisingly... normal. Really it had been nothing special and he'd spent most of the time entertaining himself by playing with his deck of cards next to his snoring neighbor. His parents had expressed concerns over him going to the airport and riding the first time, but he'd assured them he'd be alright and was more than adult enough to handle it.
His distinctive hat sat proudly on his blonde hair and his yellows eyes glimmered as they scanned the airport. It wasn't difficult to find someone holding a sign for the duel school and he quickly headed over, his one relatively small bag of luggage not hard to acquire or bring with him. Mr. O'Dell introduced himself as more and more students came over, having also found the sign. Eventually O'Dell seemed to know when the desired amount had arrived and lead them all to a bus that they all proceeded to file into, leaving the cool space of the airport and entering the warm heat of the day.
Matt, not in a hurry, waited for the more eager students to hurry into the bus, eventually meandering in. There were scattered seats all over the bus still open and Matt headed towards the closest one, unsurprisingly in the front. A quick scan of nearby people revealed an already uniformed girl; a contrast to his own casual garments, who looked open to conversation. She also had rather messy black hair and clothes in a somewhat similar state. Matt vaguely recalled seeing her sleeping on the airplane, probably the reason for her rather bedraggled state, perhaps she could do with a conversation to cheer her up. He took a seat across from her and made eye contact, "I guess you're what they call a hot mess." He said with a wink and smile, his tone indicating the he was speaking jokingly. "Name's Matt Ronwell, Dark Magician house, or so I'm told." He said and stuck his hand out for a shake.
His distinctive hat sat proudly on his blonde hair and his yellows eyes glimmered as they scanned the airport. It wasn't difficult to find someone holding a sign for the duel school and he quickly headed over, his one relatively small bag of luggage not hard to acquire or bring with him. Mr. O'Dell introduced himself as more and more students came over, having also found the sign. Eventually O'Dell seemed to know when the desired amount had arrived and lead them all to a bus that they all proceeded to file into, leaving the cool space of the airport and entering the warm heat of the day.
Matt, not in a hurry, waited for the more eager students to hurry into the bus, eventually meandering in. There were scattered seats all over the bus still open and Matt headed towards the closest one, unsurprisingly in the front. A quick scan of nearby people revealed an already uniformed girl; a contrast to his own casual garments, who looked open to conversation. She also had rather messy black hair and clothes in a somewhat similar state. Matt vaguely recalled seeing her sleeping on the airplane, probably the reason for her rather bedraggled state, perhaps she could do with a conversation to cheer her up. He took a seat across from her and made eye contact, "I guess you're what they call a hot mess." He said with a wink and smile, his tone indicating the he was speaking jokingly. "Name's Matt Ronwell, Dark Magician house, or so I'm told." He said and stuck his hand out for a shake.