The Assembly was /agony/. Christ almighty. He'd read the bloody student handbook a week ago, and now he was just sitting in an uncomfortable chair, wearing a ridiculous uniform with over two thousand slow breathers, as they chatted about inane nonsense and toyed with their so called smart-phones. Pietro caught his leg bouncing so fast it was starting to cause a vibrational resonance through the ground. He grabbed his knee and forced himself to slow down. It would be a shame to break the school's number one rule before they even got the assembly off the ground.<br/><br/>Thank goodness that Iron Woman's entrance was so spectacular, because none of the nearby students had a chance to see Quicksilver's freakout when she burst through the roof. A life of paranoia made the speedster a bit skittish about certain things, and superheroes bursting through the ceiling certainly counted. By the time his mind caught up with what was going on, he'd already zipped into the hall. After a quick smack to his own forehead, he zoomed back to his seat and assumed a casual pose as the wind that followed in his wake ruffled his collar.<br/><br/>He managed not to lose his cool any further as the assembly proceeded at an agonizing pace, taking the time to wonder for the millionth time why he was doing this to himself. He was going to be expected to sit through classes and study groups and ... whatever else high school students did. If he did participate in athletics, he'd need to handicap himself and if he ever beat even a single student, it'd be unfair. Admittedly, he could try to do something like wrestling, but the idea of being teabagged by a guy in sweaty spandex didn't seem all that appealing.<br/><br/>Mercifully, the assembly ended, because not only was his patience thoroughly frayed, his stomach had begun audibly growling. He joined the slow moving queues filing out, gritting his teeth at the masses of unwashed humanity that was crowding him at every turn. The slow rasping of fabric as all the turtles around him slowly crawled across the ground was outright maddening. He waited until he could see  the herd beginning to thin out, then was gone in the blink of an eye.<br/><br/>Needing to get away and clear his head, Pietro blazed off, moving faster than the eye could see, leaving a gust of cool wind in his wake. Streets flew by, filled with human statues and car sculptures, frozen in the motions of life. He snagged a bag of caramelized nuts from one vendor, a pretzel from another, and a hot dog from the third. He stopped by a new modern art sculpture and admired it for a few seconds, taking it in with a wondrous, open mouthed expression. Human were so bland, but capable of so much.<br/><br/>Then he was off again, heading into seedier parts of town, flashing through back alleys and trash lined streets, hunting for... yes!<br/><br/>The drug dealer didn't know what had hit him. One minute he's selling a bit of oxy, the next, he's in an unconscious heap. Before he'd even had a chance to fall, Pietro emptied his pockets. The drugs, firearm, knife, and wallet were dropped into a burning barrel a quarter mile away, sans bullets, which were tossed into a sewer grate, and cash, which he then used to pay all of the vendors as he ran back across town toward Stormvalley High.<br/><br/>Less that five minutes had passed when Pietro turned back up, smoothing his distinctive white hair back into place. He saw a fairly burly looking quarterback fellow walking along with some pinkish soft serve and smiled at the thought. Clearly, that guy is an honor student because that was an awesome idea. Pietro walked over to the frozen yogurt vendor and ordered himself a large chocolate bowl with hot caramel sauce, paying with the spoils of his quick jog. In fact, he was feeling so relieved that the assembly was over that he offered amicably to the next student  who walked up, "Get whatever you like, it's on me." He tapped his chest and offered by was of introduction, "Pietro," in his vaguely eastern European accent.