<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: Everyone a little, Mostly Roxi<br/><hr/><br/>Despite how still and unresponsive Jack had been to the events taking place just a few seats down from him, he wouldn't deny that they were most certainly exciting. Not much time had passed since he'd come to class, but the teacher had been rather preoccupied with, in his eyes, less important things, and that left him unengaged enough for his attentions to be drawn to the racket coming from down the row. In that time, though his head remained faced front, his eyes shifted down the row and he became enthralled in the interactions of that group. He witnessed everything as it went down, from the first words between the red head and the pink haired girl to the bickering that took place between the two that joined them. But those two didn't hold his attention long. As a weaponless Meister, and as a man who was unaware of most things Weapon Academy related, it was interesting to witness the forming of a partnership. By the end, however, his eyes had narrowed a bit and his brow had cocked curiously. "...It's that simple? Seriously?" He mumbled to himself curiously. "Huh..."<br/><br/>Roxi's entrance into the class was largely unnoticed as he continued to watch the newly formed partnership. However, as she climbed the staircase up to the row the he and that others had taken seats at, his view shifted from the new partners to the woman that now approached. She was...well...she was pretty cute, but that wasn't what stood out about her in the least. Neither did her outfit, different as it may have been. After all, the red headed kid down the road was also dressed pretty oddly. What really caught his attention was the red scarf wrapped loosely around her neck. He'd always been fond of scarves, they were pretty damn cool after all. But he never thought they looked all that great on him. The drumsticks in the girl's hands also caught his attention. He wasn't sure if this place had music classes or something, but it was odd how she just sort of carried the sticks around, tapping out beats in the air. Pleasantly odd, though. Literally living to the beat of her own drum it seemed.<br/><br/>Jack wasn't expecting for her to say anything as she approached, thought she'd just move on by just like the others, but when he'd heard her begin reading his badge, she got perhaps the first reaction from him out of every other student. He turned his head in her direction and looked to her with a quizzical expression. An expression that grew even more amused as she accused him of taking up her seat. In a room full of unassigned spots. It might've been a problem under normal circumstances, but despite what she'd said her tone didn't really indicate any sort of aggravation or annoyance with him. Strangely, it all felt like a greeting of sorts, and rather than ignore her he met her with the beginnings of a smirk "Yep, that's my name and I'm a Meister. Mighty kind of you, giving up<em>your</em>seat like that." The smirk spread into a pleasant grin then, but calmed down into a smile as she crossed behind him and took her seat nearby.<br/><br/>Things were silent for a very brief period. He looked on ahead as he had been, checking out the situation in front of the class, though he couldn't help but look her way from time to time. He felt her gaze on him, and he was met with a smile and a nod, as though she was approving him for something. Once again, had the circumstances been different he most likely would've just gone on sitting there in comfortable silence. However, like her, he felt almost pushed by some unknown force to interact with her. And so, he lifted his chin from his crossed arms and slid his arms off of the table, turning slightly in her direction and leaning forward, resting his elbows atop his knees. "Alright, so, ya know my name now, and ya know I'm a Meister. What about you?"