The 'Late Night' Club » Places

         The night club... they were talking about the night club. SCORE. This was what Diana needed, a boost in confidence and in reputation, i mean she liked not being popular and everything... but come on, this was the legendary night club they were talking about here! Her attention diverted from the two girls as she thought of all the cool things they would do but was brought back as she saw Inari's head turn and look around. Diana ducked, hoping that she hadn't been spotted, that wasn't what she needed right now. Dana needed to hear everything they were about to say so that she could learn the details, to form a plan.
She was gonna follow them in the shadows, like she was best at, and turn up the the night club... i mean, they couldn't send her away then... could they?

         Emil was briefly silent, seeming to zone out during the time she tried to understand what he was saying- but he was quickly snapped out of his "dream world" as he was greeted and addressed. Come on, shark boy. Focus your attention and stop being a space cadet- get your head out of the clouds. She asked who you are. Answer.
Nodding to himself, he steadied his mental state and cleared his throat once more, responding in his usual nearly monotone, calm voice- heavily tinted with his oddball accent. "Emil Mansson," he replied, letting his head roll the side to rest against his arched-up shoulders, brows raised, "who might you be?" Now, he wasn't one to be too social, but he figured a little chit chat-small talk couldn't harm him any. His gaze strayed for a moment, letting it roam around the length of the lunch room, staring at the walls before quickly snapping his focus in place once more. He's so easily distracted- and he even noted this himself.

         It was another day at the Academy for the special students attending it, and of those students included a certain average looking boy. Cecil's day started the way they always have: wake up, get ready for class,a quick breakfast, then proceed forward to classrooms. His time at the academy proved to be quite different from his usual hometown routine- it's much more organized and planned with structure. Or at least it should be. The students at the school are much more unruly than those at his older school. He was already preparing for high school when out of the blue, that mayor guy walked into him just playing with the school's hamsters and declared that his actions were "borderline inhumane" and were in need of "strict rehabilitation." No matter how many times he thought about it, Cecil couldn't find anything wrong with what he did. He was only playing. Well, he was basically drowning the hamsters in the school fountain, but that's not much different than what he's been doing his whole life. And because of his actions- which again he finds were completely normal- here he was.

It's the middle of the day now, and Cecil decided to break away from his usual routine. He was getting tired of seeing the same kids get beat up and the same other kids doing the beating. Also, if he walked away now, he would have a chance of not getting beat up himself. Just as he was leaving, he noticed the older high school girls get into a small situation. A situation which was really small-scale, at least at that current stage. Someone might get beaten up, Cecil concludes, and is usually right. Eh, but who knows. Maybe things will be different today. Maybe he'd finally be accepted for once, and have someone to confide to.

... Nah.

A menacing threat pierced the table he stood near, and when Cecil shot his head upward after coming back from his thoughts, his eyes meet a crooked finger pointing at him. Didn't take more than a single breath or for the bully to complete the words "you're next" before Cecil skedaddled out of there. Ah, and as expected, the bully and his underlings gave chase. Cecil didn't even have time to get lunch: a new record at this school.

In his haste, Cecil didn't check what room he snuck into to avoid the five children coming after him. He waited a small moment and peeked his head out to check the surroundings. Damn, they're lurking around. And one kid is too close for comfort. Cecil closed the door and hid behind what he identified was a bookshelf, and sometime in the moment met the eyes of a lady with a faint scar on her face. Cecil furrowed his eyebrows and put a finger to his mouth, begging her to keep quiet. And then, the doors busted open.

"Hey, little shit, this where you at!?" The head of the group yelled out. Cecil proceeded to cover his ears and stay crouched.