Parousia

The first impression in a school mattered to everyone, students and teachers alike. They stay with you for a long time, and that didn't change until something even bigger happens in the middle of the school year. So it would make sense if he went in subtly, so that not many people would be aware of his stunts and his chaotic nature when he performed them in the future. This was not the case, because formalities were a pain. What better way to make an explosive entrance than to fly a jet over the school, then skydive down from it? Impulsive thinking, but it sounded like a brilliant idea in his head. As for stealing such an aircraft in the first place, it wasn't too difficult to hide in darkness. Fortunately, no one was inside of the jet at the time, otherwise he was going to have to send them skydiving without parachutes.

As the aircraft closed the gap between itself and the school, he took his hands off of the controls, and screw autopilot while he was at it. His feet were at the edge of the open side door, right hand firmly gripped to the edge of the frame to prevent himself from falling in case gravity decided to be a bitch to him today. His blue eyes bore down onto the ground, looking at all the ants below at the academy and around it, and a smirk would pop up on his face. They were all going to notice him, one way or another, and he didn't care if it were carried out in a good way or bad. Attention and thrill fueled him.

What was going to happen to the jet when he jumped off of it? After all, he was the only one on it in the first place. "Ah, screw it, it can burn in hell for all I care. Not my plane, not my problem." And with that, he would jump down from the side, spinning his body so that he would face upwards before flipping two birds towards the direction of the empty shell jet. It was on its own now. His right finger would place his right finger on the little loop that held the restraint to the parachute. It was too early to pull it, but he needed to be precise with his timing. His head would face downwards as he increased his speed, making sure not to shift to either direction, the last thing he needed was to end up crashing into a tree a mile away from the radius, that would just look stupid.

Finally, he closed enough distance to open the parachute, and so his intro would be made. To announce that he existed, he decided to let out a little cry. "INCOMINNNNNNNNNNG!" Andre cried out from above, pulling the loop and opening the parachute about a minute away from landing, a decent amount of time. He made sure to move in a circle, surely the scream and sudden parachute gaining some form of attention from the students and teacher should they be present. When he landed on the ground right in front of the school doors, the parachute would cover his body. But he didn't care, that was an amazing entrance. And the jet was going to land soon, though perhaps nowhere near as gracefully as he did.

The students had mixed reactions depending on their personality. Some wanted to avoid trouble, some just wanted to watch. Not that it mattered, he left his mark already. One of the students however seemed bold enough to scold him. "Oh is that so? Who asked you, sweetheart?" He retorted, eyes half-closed as he pushed himself onto his feet. The sudden good girl act seemed to be dropped with a hasty "c'mon", followed by a hand reaching out to him. Pfft, was he supposed to accept that after she played teachers pet? Instead of accepting the help, he slipped the backpack straps off of his arms to let that shackle go. Using his tougher upper body due to being exposed to light, there was little problem with pushing himself up onto his feet in front of the girl to get a better view of her.

Hm, a provocative figure under her clothing, seemingly human based on her appearance. What made her so special was not made obvious, with the exception of her eyeliner. "Better yet, why should I care?" He carelessly asked, the question soon followed up with an audible explosion in the background. It was far from sight, but the sudden explosion hinted that what was once his airborne aircraft now just became a pile of rubbish. What more? Perhaps a good chunk of some building was wiped along with at least a handful of lives biting the dust. Potential mass homicide, what a great way to start things off.

But he continued on with the conversation without a care. "I know you want to have some rep in this school. So show me around." He told her. No names, no greetings, just some sarcastic quips and an order to show him around the place. His hands were placed in his pockets to see what Marilyn Monroe's daughter had to tell him.