Shinjiro had seen Vanessa and Stella around the Black Labs before the incident, and occasionally after. He noticed how bad Stella looked and must've been feeling, but he didn't want to talk to her since she didn't seem very receptive and had plenty of other people taking care of her. He was just avoiding his own experiences in the Black Labs and was doing his best to avoid any official from there. Very few people had known he was there, let alone what happened to him. Every time nowadays one of his few close friends would come up behind him, he would jump back from them before realizing who it was. He felt bad, being so paranoid with them since they were his only real friends here, but they understood and all were very supportive and patient.<br/><br/>He was looking forward to classes tomorrow, it was his engineering heavy day, and he loved working with anything mechanical. He had created a few of his own devices and had even fixed and updated many of his teachers vehicles or any mechanical or electrical device that broke or was working slow. Even though he rarely spoke much, the teachers seemed to understand him when he only said a few words at a time about something.<br/><br/>He had heard the announcements for the day, and wasn't worried about the time since he was of age, he still had a couple hours before he had to be in the dorms, so he changed into his normal clothes and walked to town. He wondered if he would run into any of the members from Skill-Out again. It happened from time to time, considering he walked aimlessly usually for a while, and they roamed from place to place. A few had challenged him, but not even the occasional level 1s weren't a problem for him, he usually just shot fragile Ice needles at them and they would back off, though he met a level 1 Thermokinetic Espar once, and that was interesting indeed. The Espar seemed to know his fireballs well, but he was limited and a lot more weak then Shinjiro, so he just played with the Espar until he tired and left him alone.<br/><br/>This night wasn't too cold, but he grabbed his jacket anyways, as well as his handgun and normal things he carried, including his watch he had made to also work as a cell phone and GPS. Sometimes he wished he had some kind of vehicle to get around quicker, but he didn't mind much, he always loved walking to places.<br/><br/>"What am I gonna do about that festival competition next week," he said to himself, "I'm ready, but it's usually boring, though the Cortexwave technology should be interesting to see, wonder what it's going to include and what it is." He usually talked to himself like this, to get his thoughts out clearly, but others, except for his friends and most of his teachers, thought he was somewhat crazy because of it. He didn't mind, it kept people away for the most part, and ever since the Black Labs, he disliked others near him even more so then before, though he could handle them.<br/><br/>He found himself thinking about the Black Labs again and shook his head, not wanting to think about what happened there. Though, he had to admit, some of the things that happened there were fairly convenient, like his now improved night vision and most of his senses being hieghtened. But with positive benefits, he found there were many negatives he now had to deal with, including a few blanks in his memory and occasionally blacking out and winding up somewhere an hour later, or somehow in class. Luckily that didn't happen much, but he worried about it often and hoped it didn't happen when anything important did...