[Jayden blends into the civilian crowd quite well; in fact, he's been doing it undisturbed for the last couple of months. At first glance, he's just another mop-headed teenager, hooded sweatshirt up against the rain. He also has an umbrella in one hand and a shiny folder in the other. He's trying to get the folder open with one hand, to remind himself where he's supposed to be going. Instead it slips from his hand and right into a puddle.]
Fuck!
[He crouches down and fishes the folder out of the water – clearly embossed with gold leaf words DE CHIMA POLYTECHNIC – holding it by the top corner between thumb and forefinger. Only then does the sleeve on his gray sweatshirt ride up enough to flash an iridescent word on his skin: Registered.
He clamors into a standing position, all awkward limbs, and nearly walks right into you. He rears back, keeping his head bowed, and uses the folder to shield his wrist from view. He's not in the mood to be recognized for something he fled from months ago.]
Oh, sorry. You don't, um, happen to know how I can get to De Chima Polytechnic from here, do you?
Jayden Zharkov | OC | ... whoops hi again guys
[Jayden blends into the civilian crowd quite well; in fact, he's been doing it undisturbed for the last couple of months. At first glance, he's just another mop-headed teenager, hooded sweatshirt up against the rain. He also has an umbrella in one hand and a shiny folder in the other. He's trying to get the folder open with one hand, to remind himself where he's supposed to be going. Instead it slips from his hand and right into a puddle.]
Fuck!
[He crouches down and fishes the folder out of the water – clearly embossed with gold leaf words DE CHIMA POLYTECHNIC – holding it by the top corner between thumb and forefinger. Only then does the sleeve on his gray sweatshirt ride up enough to flash an iridescent word on his skin: Registered.
He clamors into a standing position, all awkward limbs, and nearly walks right into you. He rears back, keeping his head bowed, and uses the folder to shield his wrist from view. He's not in the mood to be recognized for something he fled from months ago.]
Oh, sorry. You don't, um, happen to know how I can get to De Chima Polytechnic from here, do you?