Who: Sparx Larsa<br/>For: Open<br/>Where: the Courtyard<br/>When: 12:00pm Sunday<br/><hr/><br/>Sparx had been working on a new project for the past few months: a zombie survival strategy like no other before. No, this would not be your average run-and-gun zombie survival. His main premise would actually revolve around general survival. Managing food, water, and supplies; finding a base, recruiting survivors. It would be immensely entertaining, but immensely difficult to construct. He just recently got most of the core systems down. A few more months and maybe he will be able to open it up to beta testing.<br/><br/>However, home was not the best place to work. If it wasn’t his father droning on about military bullcrap he could care less about, it was his mother trying to figure out if her son had made any new friends of the female persuasion. He simply couldn’t work, so he left his home and decided to put the academy’s computer lab to good use. Though their computers were nowhere near as well-built as his at home, they would suffice for the smaller elements he needed to create: guns, weapons, and dialogues.<br/><br/>He nodded as he floated down the sidewalk on his custom-made brown and gold hover pad. Sparx didn’t like the social anxiety public transportation brought forth, and his parents have yet to buy him a car, so being the eccentric and determined young man he was, he built himself a hover board. It looked like an average skate board; it was in a former life, but where the wheels used to be, there were anti-gravity boosters that glowed with a light blue hue since they were on their lowest setting at the moment.<br/><br/>He was thumbing through his project log on the holographic data pad which he always kept close on his person, but he noticed something through the back of the transparent screen. A few people; actually, one girl who looked like a student, and an older gentleman who looked like Satan’s butler. He couldn’t help but do a double-take on the both of them. He wasn’t stricken by the girl’s beauty of the butler’s refined stance, but the fact that they were both demons. He hadn’t exactly adjusted to that part of the population just yet. He still had an innate fear of demons, but none have yet to successfully devour him, so he held no ill will against them.<br/><br/>He also noticed another girl, he thought her name was Chiya. He'd never spoken with the student before, but have occasionally heard her name being mentioned in a hallway or classroom. Now, he was almost convinced something was going on.<br/><br/>Once he got closer, he realized they were sitting there like they were waiting for someone, and it seemed their eyes were looking for anybody. He couldn’t help but feel the urge to stop for a second just to ask if some event was happening today. The hover board came to a quick stop just a few meters from the two of them. His electric blue eyes were dim beneath the tinted lenses of his glasses and he spoke with a smooth, youthful voice. “Excuse me, but is there some sort of function today?” His question was directed towards the apparently older gentleman, as he seemed like someone of importance, but then he couldn’t help but wonder who this girl was who sat beside the man. Could she be some sort of princess or woman of high status? Regardless, he just hoped the computer lab would still be open. The last place he wanted to go was the library. He couldn’t do shit on those pieces of junk.<br/>