Mac Solomon's Story

Amaya woke with the sun. It streamed in through the window of the small apartment she'd settled into, peeking through the thin curtains to light up the bare room. The one personal thing, besides Amaya's clothes and a single book, that occupied the room thus far was a half finished quilt, a project she'd brought out of the orphanage, made of scraped together scraps of ruined shirt and tattered dress. It, and the beaten up gym bag it was in, clashed a little with the soft beige and nearly sterile appearance of the room.

Amaya shook herself out of her revery, and quietly berating herself for wasting those moments. Finally getting around to actually enrolling in DWMA, after arriving during the summer, she couldn't afford to be late. She hopped out of bed and quickly got herself ready for the day. She had a simple slice of toast for her breakfast, with a glass of water, and glanced at the clock. She had some time before she had to be at the academy. Could she go grab some essentials from the grocery store, put them away in the apartment, and get back to school before then? Probably not, but it was definitely something she'd do on the way back afterwards. She also needed to go check out the library, and see if they carried romance novels.

With her plan for the day set, Amaya set off for the academy at a brisk walk. She noticed the amount of others around her own age headed the same direction, obviously other students, and wondered if she'd get along well with them. If she'd make friends, be useful, maybe even find love. However, she was knocked out of her thoughts by almost being bowled over by a boy on a skateboard. She huffed and put her hands on her hips in annoyance. She chose to ignore his carelessness.

Instead, she noticed a man in an apron in front of the grocery store. He wasn't very tall, but he was trying to reach up and hang a basket on a high hook. Without thinking, or announcing her presence, Amaya took the basket from his hands and hooked it up for him.
"Oh, thank you very mu..." He began to say, but his voice trailed off when he turned and looked up at Amaya. Amaya stared back, blankly. The man started to look uncomfortable.
"It's not a problem." She replied, though the man cut her off.
"W-would you like some fruit?? As thanks??" He said, a painful looking smile on his face. Amaya sighed with a frown, which didn't help the guys nerves, and nodded. Her intimidating appearance had made things awkward again. On the positive side, she now had a shopping bag with some free fruit in it. It occurred to her as she walked away, though, that she'd probably look a little odd carrying a shopping bag of fruit to school. She didn't have time to take it back to her apartment.

However, she got a laugh later when she passed the skateboard boy on the stairs. Apparently her brisk walking had been more effective than she might have thought, she'd somewhat kept up, and closed the gap when he couldn't skate. Slow and steady wins the race after all. She considered calling out and scolding him for his reckless disregard for other pedestrians, but she had a feeling he wouldn't really listen, or may even enjoy annoying people on the streets. Instead she turned her attention to the alarmingly sparkly desk, behind which sat a woman and a very large flask. Amaya paused at the desk, internally cringing as she waited for the woman to look and get spooked. She was surprised when there was no real reaction. The woman spoke, but Amaya, still fumbling a little with English (languages had never been her strength), couldn't quite make out what she said. However, the woman had gestured to the table, and the nametags thereon. Amaya looked and, after a moment, realised half said "Weapon" and the other half said "Meister". Amaya snatched up a tag that said "Weapon", and wrote her name underneath, carefully so that it was legible, and in Japanese as well as English. After that was registration, though there were a number of interesting characters that distracted her before she got there. For one thing, a boy in traditional Japanese clothes got trampled by a sudden influx of students, and another, the skateboarding boy was doing tricks. She slowed to a halt as the (presumably) Japanese boy sat on the ground in a meditating position.

Strange world. At least her shopping bag didn't look that weird in comparison.

Amaya considered her situation, before deciding to throw caution to the wind for a moment. Though, she only partially did, since she subtly checked the Japanese boy's tag, signed "Naroshihara Onda", and sighed some relief that he was another weapon. That made things much more simple.
"Pardon me." She said. "But what are you doing on the floor?"

Dancing With Myself

The light sunrays gleamed through the slit in the curtains as classical music flowed forth from the alarm clock. Kento’s eyes fluttered open as he sat up in his bed. His arms stretched over his head, and he got out of the bed. As he pulled the curtains open, sunlight flooded his room. Not being fully awake, Kento looked downward, obscuring his eyes from the brightness. In a graceful swooping motion, he pushed his bangs from his eyes and took in the sunlight. Taking in the sights of the city, he smiled closing his eyes tightly as he yawned. His eyes immediately popped open and his mouth snapped shut. Disgusting…

Kento rushed to the bathroom, swiftly picking up a toothbrush and applying toothpaste to it. He sighed in relief as he hastily brushed his teeth. He mumbled quietly to himself as the brush moved in and out across his teeth.

”It’s important to wake up beautifully, or the day is sure to reflect it.”

After fulfilling his need for dental hygiene and a shower, Kento strolled over to his closet. He stood and pondered, examining his large array of clothing wondering what would be appropriate for his first day. Should he go with something a bit more formal, or relaxed and casual? In the end, he decided on a white shirt covered by a black vest and black pants. To make the outfit more relaxed, he skipped any sort of necktie and allowed the top buttons to remain open. Slipping on the clothing, he walked to the bookcase, putting on his glasses. Turning back to his now closed closet, he looked at his reflection on the mirrored doors. He smiled running his fingers through his hair until it was ideal.

”Perfect.”

Kento walked into the kitchen, grabbing a black shoulder bag and three energy bars from a large stack on his kitchen counter. On the way out the door of his apartment, her opened the fridge and grabbed two bottles of tea as well. Shoving them all into the bag, Kento closed the door and jogged down the stairs. Checking his watch, he saw he had plenty of time to get to the DWMA, so there was no reason to rush. Kento slowly ambled down the roads, waving at certain vendors he’d become familiar with offering a few words of greetings and a smile. Soon he approached the steps of DWMA. Smiling to himself, he set off, jogging up the steps. Thankfully he’d moved in months ago and made it a habit of running up the steps at least once a day.

After a few minutes, Kento had made his way to the top of the stairs. He smiled broadly, congratulating himself. As he took his first step, he dropped to the ground. For a while, he laid there, cursing at himself. He’d forgotten to eat his energy bars. He sat up, allowing himself a break as he consumed the bar and a tea. Once he’d finished, he stood and brushed himself off. With a flourish he took off his glasses, shook his hair, and ran his fingers through it, finishing with placing his glasses back on his face.

He then strolled up to the registration desk clad in pink adornments. Nurse Kanta and Professor Armstrong were standing behind it handing out nametags. Kento picked up one that said Meister and wrote his name. He then placed it on the right side of his shirt, nodded and waved to the professors then proceeded to the classroom. When he walked in, he noticed there was already a nice sized group of students there already. Looking aound the room, he noticed quite a few characters, but one caught his eye in particular. There was a girl sitting on a couch who seemed to be incredibly nervous. Smiling, Kento walked over to the couch.

”Why hello there. May I just say that I love your attire? It suits you nicely.”

May as well start making friends!