During this time, where the heavens were just pulling the sun up into the blue skies and administrators, teachers and only perhaps a handful of students who have planned to arrive to school early for whatever reason, one student in particular was on his bike and peddling to make the wheels seem like they were gliding along the concrete when he picked up speed with hopes of getting to Starlight Academy as soon as possible.
Both of his gloved hands were gripping on to the handles and with a slight turn from his upper body after a temporary lapse in his peddling that slowed him down a little bit; the bike made a sharp left turn down the road and finally after a fifteen minute bike ride, he brought his left heel down on the concrete upon glancing at entrance of the academy from the corner of his, as his bike slows down to a complete stop before his entire foot was planted on the ground; he was confident that he has arrived at his destination. So with a small smile, noting of feelings of accomplishment of finding that came with locating the school so quickly, he lifted his leg over and off the bike before adjusting the strap on his navy blue backpack on his back with one hand and holding his bike steady with another.
His glance around the school with filled with a little disappointment, although it does makes sense that it would look like any other academy, only larger, he was hoping for a little bit more action then this since it was a school for people with powers. Putting those thoughts aside, Damian wanted to get what he wanted to get done first and that was a our of the school, it was the only reason he woke up so early anyway. After he rolled his bike next to a nearby iron pole, locking it with an chain and lock he had brought along. With a sharp exhale, he pulled the back of his white collar shirt down and dusted the front of his black pants off with the back of his hand with a single swipe for both legs.
Walking down towards the entrance of the school, he pulled his black gloves off and stuffed them both into his back pocket, making a mental note that he should probably ask someone for the grand tour. "..Wonder who would help me out around here." He thought as he entered through the double doors, contemplating on what he was going to say since it has been a long time since he actually entered a school building like this and he was feeling a little out of place. When he noticed a woman sitting down, her eyes glued to a stack of papers behind a desk tin the center of the room.
So he approached her, with an even tempered and inscrutable expression on his face, hoping she could help him out. Before he would ask, there was a clipboard with a pen attached to a silver beaded chain and list of different names on top of the desk, which he picked it up, figuring out that he needed to write his name down on it. So he took the pen and quickly scribbled his name down on the line then placed the clipboard down, while the assistant just shot a glance at him and continued writing. Quick and easy with no conversation, it may be a bit dull to others but Damian honestly preferred to do a lot of things that way and it is easy for him to do that. He walked over to a row of seats and sat down, crossing one leg over the other and continues to survey the area; waiting for his name to be called.
Both of his gloved hands were gripping on to the handles and with a slight turn from his upper body after a temporary lapse in his peddling that slowed him down a little bit; the bike made a sharp left turn down the road and finally after a fifteen minute bike ride, he brought his left heel down on the concrete upon glancing at entrance of the academy from the corner of his, as his bike slows down to a complete stop before his entire foot was planted on the ground; he was confident that he has arrived at his destination. So with a small smile, noting of feelings of accomplishment of finding that came with locating the school so quickly, he lifted his leg over and off the bike before adjusting the strap on his navy blue backpack on his back with one hand and holding his bike steady with another.
His glance around the school with filled with a little disappointment, although it does makes sense that it would look like any other academy, only larger, he was hoping for a little bit more action then this since it was a school for people with powers. Putting those thoughts aside, Damian wanted to get what he wanted to get done first and that was a our of the school, it was the only reason he woke up so early anyway. After he rolled his bike next to a nearby iron pole, locking it with an chain and lock he had brought along. With a sharp exhale, he pulled the back of his white collar shirt down and dusted the front of his black pants off with the back of his hand with a single swipe for both legs.
Walking down towards the entrance of the school, he pulled his black gloves off and stuffed them both into his back pocket, making a mental note that he should probably ask someone for the grand tour. "..Wonder who would help me out around here." He thought as he entered through the double doors, contemplating on what he was going to say since it has been a long time since he actually entered a school building like this and he was feeling a little out of place. When he noticed a woman sitting down, her eyes glued to a stack of papers behind a desk tin the center of the room.
So he approached her, with an even tempered and inscrutable expression on his face, hoping she could help him out. Before he would ask, there was a clipboard with a pen attached to a silver beaded chain and list of different names on top of the desk, which he picked it up, figuring out that he needed to write his name down on it. So he took the pen and quickly scribbled his name down on the line then placed the clipboard down, while the assistant just shot a glance at him and continued writing. Quick and easy with no conversation, it may be a bit dull to others but Damian honestly preferred to do a lot of things that way and it is easy for him to do that. He walked over to a row of seats and sat down, crossing one leg over the other and continues to survey the area; waiting for his name to be called.