Starlight Academy...She said this would be a perfect place for him--that there were other people such as himself, 'special' in every way that live and attend school. He had missed out on a lot of school after the incident. He couldn't tell you how to solve an equation, but he could tell you how to kill a Luska...In which he hoped there weren't any around this island. That was another reason why Susan wanted him to attend here. She had pestered him to no end to go back to school, but he adamantly refused because back then, school was stupid and boring and he couldn't do whatever he wanted there.
Now he was here, his 6'9" frame standing in the middle of the hallway for the sake of a woman's dying wish. Sigh. It was probably a good thing the school was built well and had large hallways or else people would be struggling to move past him. He had to admit the school was pretty cool and fancy and there were a lot of cute girls around. speaking of which, a group of girls passed him and he smirked, bristling with confidence and flexed his arm, the material of his black suit groaning as it expanded over the solid muscle. Two rolled their eyes, but all of them giggled and hurried by. Good enough! He continued on and after going about in circles, finally found the administration office.
He adjusted his tie and pulled at his suit. God, the thing was constricting, but it made him look like a gangster and with all the swag that he naturally possessed, it made him look slick...and also made it look like he was here to kidnap the administrator and take them into a dark alley to shoot them. Well, Susan did say to wear his Sunday best which was the suit she got him that he never used. Anyway, he entered with a smile and closed the door behind him with a WHAM! and the glass spider-webbed on impact, meriting a jump from the woman behind her desk and a "Whoops...Heh, I underestimate my strength sometimes..." he let go of the handle and flexed! He curled both arms, biceps tightening under his constricting sleeves, earning a nervous smile from the woman. Ohh, that was good. He was just that damn good!
Anyway, she cleared her throat and pulled out his papers. "Okay, Mr. ...Stark? Please have a seat," she gestured to the tiny chair, but that just wouldn't do! He sauntered for her desk instead and parked his ass against the edge. She muttered something about an 'Oh my' as his shadow loomed over her. He flashed her a predatory, but suave smile and combed thick fingers through his hair. "It's Cross...Cross Stark, sweetheart," he even daringly reached to gently tip her chin up so he could really gaze into her eyes through those glasses. Mmph, it made her look so cute. "But you can call me Mr. Wolf..." he was leaning in pretty close. Too close. The desk began to groan. She grew flustered and her hand flew up fast, catching him in the cheek with a full-handed slap."Ow!" he shifted his weight too fast and the desk gave out under him, smashing to pieces with him toppling on top of the mess. MY SUIT!
...For the rest of the time, he remained standing while she took up one of the small guest chairs. She had revoked the invitation to allow him to sit in case he felt like breaking the rest of the furniture in her office. The little meeting briefly consisted of what the academy was all about, when classes began, and for his special 'condition', that he was to report in before the moon so he could lock himself up for the time being. Fair enough, that was his main concern. Afterward, she explained the books and pamphlets that were already placed for him in his new dorm room. Rule book, classes, etc, etc, all while huffing and puffing. She did ream him out for smashing her favorite desk and that he was lucky she didn't bring her laptop out or else he'd pay for that too somehow. Still, it was cute when she threatened serious consequences if he was to break anything else on his way out. It was an accident!
When he made his leave, he pulled the door...Off it's hinges with relative ease. Oh...Crap. He winced under her glare and even attempted to fix the door until she screamed at him to 'GET OUT'. He was even nice enough to fit the door back into the frame, but once he let it go, it toppled out into the hallway and the glass window shattered on impact. Many students looked his way but he easily covered his embarrassment up with a booming laugh!
Oookay I better get the hell out of here...But where's the dorms again? He was going to need a Tour Guide...
Now he was here, his 6'9" frame standing in the middle of the hallway for the sake of a woman's dying wish. Sigh. It was probably a good thing the school was built well and had large hallways or else people would be struggling to move past him. He had to admit the school was pretty cool and fancy and there were a lot of cute girls around. speaking of which, a group of girls passed him and he smirked, bristling with confidence and flexed his arm, the material of his black suit groaning as it expanded over the solid muscle. Two rolled their eyes, but all of them giggled and hurried by. Good enough! He continued on and after going about in circles, finally found the administration office.
He adjusted his tie and pulled at his suit. God, the thing was constricting, but it made him look like a gangster and with all the swag that he naturally possessed, it made him look slick...and also made it look like he was here to kidnap the administrator and take them into a dark alley to shoot them. Well, Susan did say to wear his Sunday best which was the suit she got him that he never used. Anyway, he entered with a smile and closed the door behind him with a WHAM! and the glass spider-webbed on impact, meriting a jump from the woman behind her desk and a "Whoops...Heh, I underestimate my strength sometimes..." he let go of the handle and flexed! He curled both arms, biceps tightening under his constricting sleeves, earning a nervous smile from the woman. Ohh, that was good. He was just that damn good!
Anyway, she cleared her throat and pulled out his papers. "Okay, Mr. ...Stark? Please have a seat," she gestured to the tiny chair, but that just wouldn't do! He sauntered for her desk instead and parked his ass against the edge. She muttered something about an 'Oh my' as his shadow loomed over her. He flashed her a predatory, but suave smile and combed thick fingers through his hair. "It's Cross...Cross Stark, sweetheart," he even daringly reached to gently tip her chin up so he could really gaze into her eyes through those glasses. Mmph, it made her look so cute. "But you can call me Mr. Wolf..." he was leaning in pretty close. Too close. The desk began to groan. She grew flustered and her hand flew up fast, catching him in the cheek with a full-handed slap."Ow!" he shifted his weight too fast and the desk gave out under him, smashing to pieces with him toppling on top of the mess. MY SUIT!
...For the rest of the time, he remained standing while she took up one of the small guest chairs. She had revoked the invitation to allow him to sit in case he felt like breaking the rest of the furniture in her office. The little meeting briefly consisted of what the academy was all about, when classes began, and for his special 'condition', that he was to report in before the moon so he could lock himself up for the time being. Fair enough, that was his main concern. Afterward, she explained the books and pamphlets that were already placed for him in his new dorm room. Rule book, classes, etc, etc, all while huffing and puffing. She did ream him out for smashing her favorite desk and that he was lucky she didn't bring her laptop out or else he'd pay for that too somehow. Still, it was cute when she threatened serious consequences if he was to break anything else on his way out. It was an accident!
When he made his leave, he pulled the door...Off it's hinges with relative ease. Oh...Crap. He winced under her glare and even attempted to fix the door until she screamed at him to 'GET OUT'. He was even nice enough to fit the door back into the frame, but once he let it go, it toppled out into the hallway and the glass window shattered on impact. Many students looked his way but he easily covered his embarrassment up with a booming laugh!
Oookay I better get the hell out of here...But where's the dorms again? He was going to need a Tour Guide...