While attempting to foresee the possible splendors that may occur here, Smokey nibbled on Arson's leg taking him away from his inferno of hopes and dreams. Smokey knew the thought of burning the structure down would come to mind if the occasional bite didn't take him away from his thoughts. Back to reality, he analyzed the students already there. A what appeared to be a pink haired little girl, an audiophile, a boy with a pair of shades that Arson would like to steal from him, and a strangely white haired man. What an interesting bunch. They'd probably all burn easy so that is a bit of a plus.
The pyromaniac grabbed his bag and put it over his shoulder while sucking on the sweet he placed in his mouth before hand. After some more thinking and cat bites, another car came with all it's windows in tact and out came a rather calm tranquil girl. Most of everyone here looked the same to him, having rather predictable natures. He thought he would get to have more fun than this. He noted the heavy accent, still incapable of placing where she originated due to the fact he doesn't quite know what places have what accents and not knowing many states.... or countries... or continents. She was different in the way that she was more sociable compared to the others here and the difference made Arson smirk. Well, continue to smirk. English probably wasn't her first language but she had moxie to try and start a conversation. It was enough to make Arson consider her of some interest.
Afterward another car drove in and a boy slouching exited the vehicle. The fact he wasn't standing straight and was probably trying to not attract attention made Arson want to tackle him for the sake of ruining his goal to be inconspicuous. Perhaps I could illuminate whatever dark gloomy day he appears to be having later hmm?
In another vehicle, some kid who appeared rather constipated and could possibly pass out appeared. Whatever drugs they have him on, Arson didn't want in for once.
Well... Maybe he was a bit interested.
Soon another girl exited a car, yet another person who seemed to want to be alone.
Arson feels rather compelled to talk to them all and perhaps forcefully have them be more energetic and happy but decided to not do so... yet.
Anyways, some of them did choose to socialize and it was rather entertaining to see them all speak. This group seemed so mixed with the people who were do different located inside of it. He soon found out that the girl with the heavy accent was named Anzhelika and the girl with the pink hair was Beth.
He stretched and yawned before Devon approached and greeted him.
"Enjoying? I'd say more like anticipating the possible grandeur display that may emerge from the Academy." His voice was rather calm despite him rubbing his finger tips across his own other hand's palm and tapping his foot rapidly.
"The label forced upon me without my consent when i was an infant is Arson...," he said before motioning to his gray cat, "that's Smokey."
He looked through his bag and proceeded to take out a cigarette and placed it in his own mouth before it appeared to light itself.
He afterward grinned and held the cigarette with his teeth before holding out his hand for Devon to shake.
