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                          ——— ★ In the wake of the trial, handwritten notes have been placed                                            in several strategic locations around the grounds, all with                                            the intent of capturing peoples’ attention. The notes read as                                            follows:

Extraordinary talent? Willpower? That describes him perfectly! Given his continued ignorance of the school's true nature, Matt Miller blindly and eagerly jumps at any opportunity to prove his exceptional worth to the world. His talents in all things technology and wordplay. All things Nyteblayde! Ah, no, not that. No, that will not help him do anything besides analyze fine details. Moments pass before the young hacker strayed away from the note.

Matt Miller from Saints Row.

This little shit. This little Cyber Punk God is fun to color, but I regret coloring this, because I don’t like how it turned out. Although I did have fun with his hair. I had to make his eyebrows blue because they got lost in the coloring. Or now that I look at it, it looks like he doesn’t have eyebrows. I give up! 

I know his hair isn’t his style, nor his face in general, but I wanted to play around with it. 

            Upon arrival all students were given a mobile phone. The lolita took a moment to examine the device finding two numbers already present on her contacts list. Clicking the highlighted text she then found that the person listed was one of her roommates. ❝ Matt…❞ Clicking the dial button Stocking prepared herself to set some ground rules with the person she would be sharing space with for however long she was stuck here.

            ❝ What the hell?❞It might have just been a coincidence but from where she was standing she could here the light melody of a muffle ringtone. Following the sound Stocking soon found herself in the infirmary. Finding the source of the noise on a far off table she approached. When her name flashed across the screen her suspicions were confirmed as she snatched the phone up to stop the ear piercing sound. Unfortunately, so after one anoyance was put at bay she was met with the numbing shrieking of the person she had been meaning to call

❝I will not calm down when you're touching things that don't belong to you!❞

Free hand was able to snatch back his mobile device, smoothly pocketed into his jacket pocket. Blue eyes would shift back to his supposed roommate. That would explain why she had his number to begin with. Did the school pre-store contacts into these cellphones? Most likely. He had to admit, however, she had plenty of style going for her.

❝Stocking. Not the most normal of names I've heard, but I'll bite.❞ Nickname, probably. He'll have to check his contacts again, unless she changed her name on that already. ❝Are you trying to pick a--❞

❝Is that right?❞ Finally, someone with an eye for style. It shows in her wardrobe, but one could never be too sure. ❝Why yes, yes that's exactly it! This particular shade goes well with my complexion and wardrobe, doesn't it? I must say that whatever administration decided for us to be dorming together has an eye for compatibility.❞

... Wait. Room mate. Room mate.

To: Everyone From: Mai

Ladies and Belphagor! I present to you the rare and elusive Izaya Ori-bara!