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[center][h1][color=gold]Matthew Vicks Connor[/color][/h1][/center]

[color=gold][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S5TWTbIdhlA]"RuuuuuuuuUuUUUUUuUUUuunnnn from ElYYYYYSIIIuuuhhhhmmmmm-"[/url][/color] His head bobbed back and forth to the song. He was a big fan of music, especially instrumentals like electronica and its branches. Shouldn't be surprising considering what his former profession was and what his power was based on. Music, waves, rythym, distorted noises. Reverbs and compressions, wind-ups and bass drops. He lived and breathed it so when one saw him jamming it it shouldn't be a surprise.

Like many students in the school he tried to be early in most cases, hoping to etheir impress the teachers. Mostly so he could show up late other times without much reprisal from them. Of course that was never for certain but whats so bad about trying? Anyway he was outside in their makeshift setup, guess it was for new students and whadda ya know, he was one. He sat towards the front of it, his music blasting from his headphones, probably loud enough for the other students to hear. While enjoying the sounds he looked around, mouthing the words to the song. He sighed. This is going to be a long day.