Dylon was only paying passing attention to the introductions. They didn't matter a huge amount and most people would forget most of the details in no time. The real memories are made when people interact. To be honest, Dylon figured he was more likely to get to know the other members with Ghost badges than anyone else. His hours were night hours. The daylight chipper...<br/><br/>Dylon paused in his thoughts, a new girl had entered, and while not enough to get him to pay attention on its own, a name grabbed his attention. Saffron city. Dylon shot up and started paying attention on the spot. Who was this girl again? Her name? Dylon cursed himself for not paying attention. Was she one of people he hated? Gifted and special people who held others as weaker for lacking such gifts. Dylon hated them.<br/><br/>Her pokemon of choice wasn't a psychic type, so that made him clam a bit, it was an electric type. Still, no point in ruling out something without proof of innocence. His seat was near the new girls, so he could at least create some kind of interaction.<strong>"Hey, uhh. Cute Pachirisu."</strong>As he spoke, it hit Dylon that he had no clue what to say. He wasn't used to being on even ground with his peers. In town the girls often flirted with him, but he was too shy for really doing things. In school, he was the outcast. Only the pull and power of his parents allowed him, a normal child, to go to a school for the gifted. Now he was on his own, in a more normal school.<br/><br/>Name:<strong>Dylon</strong><br/>Location:<strong>Homeroom</strong><br/>Tag:<strong>Emily</strong><br/><br/>Post Summary: Woke up, paid attention to Emily, attempted to speak with her.