Post by Ichiro Yoshi on Sept 8, 2013 1:55:02 GMT
Hiro looked out of place, hopelessly, miserably, obviously out of place. The uptight young man stood near the edge of the dance floor, his arms folded over his chest, his dark eyes sweeping the crowd. He looked as though he'd at least thought to dress for a dance club: a dark blue shirt and a pair of jeans looked fashionable enough. for once, Hiro didn't even have a pair of swords strapped to his back, and his hair had been styled. Well, actually, Hiro had looked at a magazine and attempted to emulate a picture using hair gel and his fingers because that was apparently what people did here.
What people didn't do was hide out on the fringes of society and attempt to poke and prod the borders to see faults. That was what Hiro did, at least normally. Normally, however, he wasn't skipping out on classes. He wasn't even entirely sure why he'd skipped class; he just had gotten up that morning and decided that he needed to be somewhere that wasn't a classroom. He'd heard this was what people did, and he figured that people were actually less likely to look for him here than in most of the places Hiro normally hid. Though, in all honesty, he probably could have ninja hid here if it came down to it.
The ninja skills were actually coming easier now. Which Hiro was not seeing as a good thing. Because with the skills kicking in, his memory was likely to start soon enough. Hiro's memories were already weird enough. worse, he began to dread the possibility that he'd end up embroiled in whatever was going on with CAUS, or the other weirdness that had been about. He'd seen the invisible hole; he didn't intend on spending much more time there.
Sighing, Hiro rolled his eyes toward the ceiling. He really should be dancing or something. He probably stood out worse over here, leaning. Maybe he should just try the whole ninja jump thing. There was a low-hanging ball of some kind; Hiro figured he could probably reach it with a good jump. Figuring "why the heck not," Hiro did a rather impressive jump, his fingers gracing the thing and making it move. he landed close to a pair of dancers, however, and soon he was mumbling an apology and fighting the urge to bow.
Hiro looked up at the ball, scowling slightly. that could have gone better.
What people didn't do was hide out on the fringes of society and attempt to poke and prod the borders to see faults. That was what Hiro did, at least normally. Normally, however, he wasn't skipping out on classes. He wasn't even entirely sure why he'd skipped class; he just had gotten up that morning and decided that he needed to be somewhere that wasn't a classroom. He'd heard this was what people did, and he figured that people were actually less likely to look for him here than in most of the places Hiro normally hid. Though, in all honesty, he probably could have ninja hid here if it came down to it.
The ninja skills were actually coming easier now. Which Hiro was not seeing as a good thing. Because with the skills kicking in, his memory was likely to start soon enough. Hiro's memories were already weird enough. worse, he began to dread the possibility that he'd end up embroiled in whatever was going on with CAUS, or the other weirdness that had been about. He'd seen the invisible hole; he didn't intend on spending much more time there.
Sighing, Hiro rolled his eyes toward the ceiling. He really should be dancing or something. He probably stood out worse over here, leaning. Maybe he should just try the whole ninja jump thing. There was a low-hanging ball of some kind; Hiro figured he could probably reach it with a good jump. Figuring "why the heck not," Hiro did a rather impressive jump, his fingers gracing the thing and making it move. he landed close to a pair of dancers, however, and soon he was mumbling an apology and fighting the urge to bow.
Hiro looked up at the ball, scowling slightly. that could have gone better.
