<div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/Rig_zpsbd114cde.jpg)</div>Name: Jackson D. Blum<br/>Location: DWMA Hallways -> Classroom<br/>Tagging: Open<br/><hr/><br/>"Oh, c'mon..." He muttered to himself, his voice low and droning, betraying the aggravation that was bubbling up within. "Who the hell builds a building like this, anyway...?" Jackson Dempsey Blum hadn't arrived at school late today, his very first day at the acadamy. And he certainly wasn't skipping class. In fact, he was pretty excited to get to class, at first. Being a first year student, he was required to stay at the Student Dormitories until the next school year, and so it should've been pretty easy for him to arrive at class on time. The problem with that, however, was that the DWMA was a goddamn labyrinth, at least to a fresh student like him. He had walked out of his dorm room with books in hand and a determined look in his eye, but now he simply wandered down the hallways, slouching, with his hands buried in the pockets of his pants and a defeated expression slowly sneaking it's way onto his face.<br/><br/>He wore what he had initially thought to be the standard uniform of the school. It was a Gakuran, traditional Japanese high-school wear for guys, and he'd gotten it at the school, thinking it looked rather nice among the uniform selections. But the more he walked around, the more people he saw, and nobody else seemed to be wearing the uniform. He though he remembered hearing mention of uniforms during orientation, but it was a fuzzy memory, seeing as he only really focused on what he'd thought was important about the orientation. Oh well. After a few more minutes of wandering, pushing the time he spend on this unwanted expedition from ten minutes to twenty, he removed the Gakuran jacket and tied it around his waist, revealing a form fitting, beige tank top. Before he continued onward, however, he removed a card from the front of the jacket and pinned it to one of the straps of the tank top. It read<strong>'Jack Dempsey, MEISTER</strong>.' It was the type of card that was typically given out at school-sanctioned workshops and get togethers, where lone Meisters and Weapons gathered in the hopes of finding partners. However, since he and his family had pushed so firmly for his admittance, he was merely requested to wear the tag at all time while attending. That way, a potential partner may take notice.<br/><br/>He continued on wandering through the twisting corridors and needlessly long staircases of the Death Weapon Meister Acadamy, grumbling things to himself that would be nearly incoherent to passers by. He'd been to A LOT of schools in his life time, but this one had to have had the most pain-in-the-ass layout of them all. In a way, it made sense, looking at how the place looked from the outside. But it didn't make the twenty minute journey any less maddening. He moved throughout so much of the school on his hunt. The nurse's office, the library, even passed by the DMWA Bounty Board once or twice. However, when he found himself wandering past the main entrance of the school he began to growl to himself, balling his fists. "NOPE. I am NOT letting this place get the better of me. SCREW that!" With an annoyed, but determined look he began to run through the hallways at breakneck speed. Another five minutes passed, than ten....and then soon enough, he saw it. A sign at the top of the door which indicated the right classroom. His mouth widened into a smile as he slowly came to a stop in front of the door, and he rested his hand on the wall, panting quietly and letting himself enjoy his own personal achievement. "See..~huff, huff~..told ya I'd find it...~huff, huff~...That's me: one, and school: zero."<br/><br/>After he'd caught his breath, he pulled open the door of Professor Steins class and grinned awkwardly at the stares he got from the students. "Sorry Professor, got lost..." He explained as he moved up the stairs, looking along each packed row for an extra seat. The classroom was pretty packed, which didn't surprise him, considering how late he was. But there were backpacks taking up seats in some areas, which undoubtedly bugged him. He didn't get into it with anyone, though, and merely made his way up to the final row of seats, where hardly anyone had been situated. He began to make his way over towards the very last seat in the right row. He loved how secluded that seat felt in just about every classroom, but once he'd been able to see past the few students that sat as close to the stairs as possible, he caught sight of the pink-haired girl almost immediately, which drew a sigh from him. No corner seat for him, bummer, but he let that go as well. Instead, he merely walked a ways in her direction, and set up shop five or six seats down from her. He crossed his arms lazily on the desk before him and pushed his chair back slightly, leaning forward until his chin rested atop his arms, letting him look down upon the teacher with half-lidded eyes. Despite his appearance, he absorbed everything the teacher said. This was important. This was worth paying attention to.