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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] Up in a tree, presumably the gardens
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] Random NPC
[b][u]Mood;[/u][/b] [color=669900]Content → Thoughtful → Inspired[/color][/center]
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All was quiet on the school grounds of Mayweather, the usual banter of students that was usually more prominent later in the afternoon, was replaced with the sound of individuals trying to wake up for the day ahead. Tired faces, accompanied by the more than occasional hangover look of 'I wish I weren't alive', was the most prominent thing.  As for Hugo Moreau, he couldn't be more than happy to be alive, life was a beautiful thing, something truly worth living for. Whether it was for the hand rolled cigarette currently burning in his mouth, its smoke and ash filling the air, the light tones that played as he strummed his guitar to tune it, or perhaps the rather satisfied couple he left earlier that morning, having spent a more than passionate and intimate night with the two. Yes, love was in the air and everywhere, at least for him. The dew covered ground caused by last nights rain told a different story, as did some of the faces and gossip he'd occasionally hear from students passing by, both Mayweather and Delphina. This however did not discourage the young Frenchman, for whether good or bad, life was still worth living, even if some of his classmates didn't see that.

"Gud mawnin Hugo! How yuh stay mah man?!" A voice called out from below.  Looking down, Hugo smiled at the unexpected yet appreciative companion, [color=669900]"Good morning Kymani, everything is beautiful in the world today, and you?"[/color] Kymani, a black male from Jamaica, much taller than Hugo, shirtless, but not short less and another student at Mayweather. His power was invisibility, something that can explain itself, he can still turn his clothing or whatever he's touching invisible, but it doesn't drain him nearly as much if he's wearing as little as possible.

"Everting criss man," the Jamaican replied, climbing up the tree to meet his friend, "Da sun is shinin', birds are singin'," the young man reached an adjacent branch and sat down in it. Reaching in his pocket, he tossed a small baggie to Hugo, "Even got some of da gud stuff, jus for ya."

Hugo caught the baggie with ease, pocketing its green contents before someone was any the wiser, [color=669900]"Thank you brother, you do me a kind service."[/color] Finishing the tuning of his guitar he stared at the sun, its bright rays peeking through the branches and leaves. [color=669900]"Care to join me? I'm feeling a song coming on."[/color]

"Jah know it!" his friend replied, pulling a drum from off his back, ready to play a beat to whatever Hugo wanted to play. Strumming the guitar a few times, he began his song.

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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] The fountain
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] Mention of Gianna & Eliana [sub][@lovely complex][/sub]
[b][u]Mood;[/u][/b] [color=Crimson]Thinking/Planning[/color][/center][hr]

As early as the sun had risen, so too did Elijah, and there was much work to be done. Whether Gianna realized it not, her actions last night had created a lot of enemies for her (not that she didn't have enough already), so it was his job to keep an ear to the ground and if necessary, prevent it or at the very least, make her aware of it. Despite her actions last night and the consequential bruising of his face that came of it, he'd simply pretend that the event didn't happen in front of her, knowing her, she'd likely do the same. Truth be told, he was mostly to blame for cornering her like a caged animal and letting his own feelings out of his own cage. He hated letting his own emotions out, he needed to remain completely neutral, yet somehow that woman kept bringing out both the best and worst in him, she was like a cigarette, completely bad for his health, yet he still kept coming back to her like the addictive drug she was. What exactly did that say about him though?

Banishing the thought, he simply decided to read the book in front of him, which to the occasional passerby was met with questioning looks. How can a blind man read? Especially since he was wearing a blindfold. Where are the sunglasses you might ask? Currently residing in the destroyed woman's bathroom. Was he concerned someone might link it to him? They'd have to be the world's greatest detective to link a generic pair of sunglasses to him, if they weren't already melted from the intense heat and fire anyway. Instead he grabbed a piece of cloth lined with Celtic symbols and braiding, something he used in cases like these. Though there was still much time until he met up with Eliana, he'd at least take this time to continue reading up on blocking out mental projections and intrusive telepathy, while simultaneously listening for any gossip in concern to the Delphina Queen. No one could be trusted at this school unfortunately, and with Gianna's actions, the feud between the two schools would most likely continue to escalate.