Jansen grumbled, his hands locked into fists, watching the scenario play out. He didn't expect serious injury occurring within the tournament. Man, he could really do with whacking a tree into that damn nurses face. He'd crack his knuckles, momentarily stepping a bit further, now standing in the...
Jansen wanted to see more of the tournament, forcefully ignoring his mild fear of big crowds, moving closer toward the tournament to get a better view. Eventually stopping by the 'second row' spectators, his height making it easier to see through the collection of onlookers. Quizzically watching...
I'm no longer going to be able to reply to this Roleplay. Sorry! Its just that I tend to return late and end up missing huge sections of it, and I simply do not have the time to catch up.
Returning to walking off to home, he decided to another another route then passing the café. Simply passing a few blocks before arriving. A basic apartment building. He'd walk inside, taking an elevator to the fourth floor, finding his room and stepping inside, dumping his bag down and locking...
Jansen caught up with the rest of the group, stumbling to a stop nearby two people. He'd grunt, shaking his head. "Dammit. Mustn't zone out like that.. I would've missed everything." Jansen then would briefly survey his surroundings, noticing the tournament and such. He'd frown, assuming he had...
I'm really sorry for being absent for such a long time! I was busy with homework, and couldn't really get the time to even say I wasn't going to be around.
Randall casually moseyed along the street carrying a red backpack on one shoulder. Having no actual intention do anything tonight, simply having a nightly stroll. He paused, looking around at his surroundings, the peacefulness new to him, having recently arrived to the Twentieth ward, all though...
"I'm not going to get to close to the crowd.Its packed. As long as I can see where everybody is going so I know where I'm going, that's fine." Jansen said, standing up, eyeing the crowd.
He smiled. ".. It was great getting to talk to somebody who's down to Earth like yourself, there's not a lot like that here." Jansen said, resting his hands on his lap. "I hope to see you the future again."
He nodded slowly. "I suppose these things happen for a reason, somehow." Jansen smiled slightly. "If these treacherous events never occurred, we wouldn't be chatting together here in Rose Academy."
"That's fine, the past has gone by anyway, it is not something I will hold too close." He'd say, sitting up. ".. When I was a child, around eight, I was bullied quite a lot. I didn't really acknowledge it, until people decided to start hitting me." He'd fumble with his hands again. "I kept it...
"That's why people like us need to learn how to control our powers." He'd add, watching the spheres calmly, pushing his glasses up once more. "I learn't that the harsh way."
"Oh. I suppose after a bit if contemplation I'm here for sort of the same reasons as you are. Get smarter, make a name for myself..--" He'd trail off at that, having a lot more then just that at mind, returning to talking after a two second pause. "I found that some people are here for silly...
"Oh, the usual stuff." He'd mumble, thinking for a moment. "I was enrolled here by my parents without hesitation." Jansen chuckled.
When he spoke about himself, or topics he liked, his hands tend to move around a lot.
"Cool title." He responded quickly, smiling warmly. "-And, I don't know if you what?~" He perked, repeating what she was about to say, Jansen tilting his head slightly. His glasses would slide down his nose a little at the tilt, probably not tightened enough to stay in place.