Alexis
Standing near the front entrance of the large school there was a tall youngman who appeared to be maybe 17 or 19. He has messy dark hair with an oldish dark grey hoodie covering over his head to reveal his weary blue eyes. A scarf masked half his lower face to cover most of his features. Hanging from his neck was tinted goggles with a bronze coating that gave it a vintage appeal. His dark overcoat draped over his slim frame that help keep him warm from the chill in the air. He had one strap over his shoulder with his backpack hanging from his back. Vance glance up at the edge of the roof now wondering if he is able to get up there without anyone looking? Then an odd notice to his surrounding that the school has an awful lot of females populating the area. Slightly concern, he was hoping that he is at the right place? It got to be? Then he sees that there was some signs that there are some male students that put him at ease a bit. He was quite taken back to see so many people with strange abilities that he had never thought would possess.
Katrina
Vizhkir was outside for his self alotted break from schooling and PT. He sat on a bench, alone, in a light outfit. A brown leather jacket, sherpa lined, which had seen better days, a pair of black jeans and some combat boots. He hadn't yet determined it to be cold enough to bring out his Ushanka, but he had one for the days in the near feature where it would be needed. With his arms outstreched it was hard to determine weither or not the large Russian boy was asleep or awake due to his gold framed aviators, which had also seen better days, and his head laid back. A steady puff of white smoke come from him as he breathed, the air chilled enough to see one's breath.
Alexis
The smell of cigarette smoke caught his attention which made him crave a good drag to ease his nerves. Wait... Wasn't it against the rules to be smoking on school property? Fuck it. The hell with the rules! He squints a little to try see pass the bright sunlight to see where the source of the cigarette is coming from. There. Right there sits a russian brute having a cigarette with not a care in the world. Fuck everything. Vance walks over with light steps before sitting beside the russian kid, making sure he has several feet of space. He slips out a cigarette before lighting it with a switch sound of his lighter. He leans his back against the stand with his arm resting on it, slightly lolling his head back with grey smoke streaming from his mouth. He seriously needed this. If he gets caught it didn't matter. This was the moment to just chill.
Katrina
Viz got a tingle on the back of his neck. He tilted his head to the left, seeing the boy sitting next to him, smoking as well. He was surprised in two counts. A, someone had chosen to sit next to him and B, someone else smoked here. He slowly pulled his left arm back to his side as it had been on the back of the rest. "здороваться. I'm Vizhkir" He said, extending his right hand out for a shake. If taken he would have had a very firm shake, along with eye contact.
Alexis
Vancer flicked his cold, deep blue eyes to glance at Viz without turning his head. A end of the cigarette resting between his lips where a stream of smoke snaked out freely. The gaze then fell to Viz's large hand holding out to his direction. "I don't shake hands." His voice was deep with a bit of a scratch in his tone. "Name's Vancer."
Katrina
"неподходящий" He muttered before dropping his hand. Vizhkir's voice was also deep, but even with his choppy accent it was smooth. He pulled off his sunglasses and tucked them safely within his jacket pocket, freeing his sea green eyes to the fresh air. He tossed his cigarette away, flicking it far in front of them.
Alexis
"How long have you been here?" Vancer asked, a chill behind his tone. He was still smoking, flicking away ashes before taking another drag. Probably unlike Vizi-Pop, he didn't have a single scar on his exposed face showed sharp features and perfect skin. Yeah, pretty boi arrived into town.
Katrina
Vizhkir was not his father. His body had small scars, nicks and such that were results of accidents or training. He was not a butchered man, marred by scars and wounds that would make even the most skilled plastic surgeon a run for their money. No, Vizhkir's face was unmarked. "I have been here a few months. Since early August. You are new" He stated. His words were rough, and it was clear that he hadn't been speaking English for too long. "Break is almost up. If you need me for something, room 1403 or weight room" He rose, turning before stopping and adding, "Snuff it out. Admin is coming. До свидания" 

With a salute Vizhkir could be briefly seen before he disappeared within a door. And not long after an administrator could be seen walking down the path.
Alexis
"Yeah, they recently ship me off to this joint," He said, now quickly putting on his cigarette. When he looks up to see where Viz is, the kid was gone from his view with only the door closing behind him. As soon as he hears the admin arriving, he quickly disappears in a poof of shadows before bailing from the area.

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