Starting from scratch (Open)

Only a week since he arrived at Endymion, and he had 3 days that he did not attend University. To be fair, it was not 100% his fault. Between how simple it was to get lost in this immense city and his luggage that was stuck in the customs, if presented very surely they would have mistaken it with a beggar. To be fair, it was not 100% their fault. Between how simple it was to get lost in this immense city and his luggage that was stuck in the customs, if presented very surely they would have mistaken him with a beggar.

 He was standing in front of the huge building, next to what appeared to be huge cement pillars just meters from the door, and stopped to check the time. He still had 20 minutes to find the faculty office, to meet with the teacher in charge and to find the assigned room for his next class.

  He gave her a brief glance at his clothes, his uniform unbuttoned and his hair dyed and disheveled. The guitar case where he brought his tools caught too much attention, but he still could not afford to buy a backpack.

  "This will have to serve, for now..."

He entered the building and began desperately searching for a map ... But without realizing it, he ended up stumbling over someone who was coming just as rushed, but from the opposite direction...

Pendleton was holding a stack of books on sever subjects. He gave a small yawn. It was still somewhat early in the morning, and he had made a stop by the library to pick up any books on ghosts he could find. It had only just opened, and he was fairly sure he had been annoying the librarian. Still, he really needed the books...all the information he could get, honestly. For once, it wasn't just for writing a book. No, this time it was important.

He had plenty of time to get to class...or at least, he thought he did. Then he turned the corner and someone...stumbled right into him.. "Whoa!" He yelped, falling back, and dropping all his books. Pendleton groaned, and started gathering them back up. Great...that's what he needed on top of everything else right now...though it was kind of annoying that whoever it was hadn't been paying much attention.

Haku was suddenly struck by a pile of books, falling back on his guitar case. His mood changed suddenly as he exclaimed:



In a matter of seconds, he noticed the crowd of students crossing the aisle who reacted astonished and perplexed by the accident, and the absurd cry that followed. He looked at the guy with whom he collided, and in a fit of shame and retribution he said: -"Shoot! Im so sorry, let me help you with that..."

And he began to lift one by one the mess of scattered books on the floor...

Pendleton stared at him for a moment. Then he shook his head. Whoever this guy was...he seemed a bit off. He went from yelling to helping kind of fast. "Er, no it's alright. I can handle it." Pendleton shook his head, gathering the books quickly. There were only seven, but he still needed to get them together quickly. Getting to class was a priority for him. "Sorry I ran into you. I probably should have been more careful." Pendleton admitted. "It's kind of a busy morning."

Haku handed one of the thick books he grabbed, it was lined in an orange leather and seemed too complicated to guess what subject was it at first glance. "Yeah, sure... Im kind of in a hurry and really lost to be honest." Haku said, hoping that his words would remedy the embarrassment of the situation.
"Would you mind telling me where is the Faculty Office?" He asked, trying not to seem too desperate...

"Huh? That's...in the other direction entirely. You couldn't be further off." Pendleton blinked, his books gathered, and stacked more carefully this time. "...How can you be in a hurry and not know where you're supposed to be going?" He mumbled to himself. It was...strange to even think about. "...thanks for helping with my books..."

"Sure, anytime..." Haku replied. "You mean THAT way!?" He said, pointing with his thumb towards the other side of the building.

His gaze turned worried, but determined when he checked his phone. 7 minutes until the bell ring. Once this, the Faculty office will be empty and the teachers in their respective classrooms. He will then have to guess wich one is his, knocking one by one... Disaster.

He grabbed his guitar-case and turned quickly towards where the blonde guy said. He started runing with his back turned while saying: "Thanks glasses, i owe you a soda!" And quickly fliped his body again so that he wouldn´t strike someone else. One hit and one soda debt was enough for the rest of the day.

In his run to the office, he managed to dodge the crowd that swirled to enter the halls. He was surprised to see no teacher walking the aisles. "Are you shitting me? Are they all in the bathroom at the same time, or what?" - He thought to himself, when suddenly the bell rang.

"MÉ CAGO EN DIOS! Late again!"

Haku closed his fist and directed it to the closest wall of the hall, he could not believe that AGAIN he was in the same situation, couldn´t imagine the consequences of having lost 3 days of class, and being late to the fourth. No doubt, he was already leaving a very unflattering impression.

When, out of nowhere he noticed a sign posted on a door, a few meters from him:


"Bingo" - He approached to the door, wiped sweat from his forehead and fixed his hair, trying to disguise the fact that he was running the previous few minutes. When his knuckles where about to announce himself, the sliding door suddenly opened...