[b]Miri (Cameo) Gabriel (Cameo)[/b]
He eventually was bored of the piano, and moved on to observe the other clubs. Spots on the other hand were out f the question. Wrestling, swimming, flying… none of those were appropriate for a statue to participate in. Though…. Swimming would be comical. He had decided on lingering near the agricultural booth, when something caught the back of his robe. If he had been made of flesh, his face might have drained of color, but as it was, he could only try to tug it free of whatever was holding him. It released and John glanced back with a relieved sigh. It had only been an accident. Last year he had been targeted a few times, spanning from being frozen and dropped off in the swimming pool to the school roof. Funny for them, not so much for him. Yes, he liked sunlight. Yes, it made him drowsy. But being stuck at the bottom of the pool or stuck near the outdoor entrance to the female locker room.

Grimacing, John shook his head and strafed through the crowd, around the couple making out- Miri was easy to spot, one year in this school was more than enough to recognize her. Skirting about them, John ducked into the astrology booth and signed up quickly, glancing about before escaping into the crowd as quickly as an eight foot statue could. He wasn’t interested in the club itself as much as the social interaction, or at least being able to observe it. not being in a club last year had just brought boredom. At least this way he could sit in on a group of people doing something. John strode up the steps to the dormitory entrance and reached out to open the door, his hand only wrapped around the handle though. Stretching his arm that far had pulled up the robes sleeve slightly, exposing his skin. His body just stopped responding, the stiffness racing across him from that point as fast as a splash in a puddle of water. In seconds he was stuck with his hand on one of the door handles. A few freshmen walked by, giving the large statue an odd look before going through the other of the double doors. All John could do was stare irritably at the patch of exposed stone on his wrist. Desires conflicted. Just nap like this in the pleasant sun, or hope someone from last year came along to offer some help.

And please, please don’t let it be someone who had a sense of humor.