The arrival of a certain German addition to the student body was a little less .... quiet and unordinary. You see, Dimitri was not exactly known for caution, or for really caring to afford nice things. Which he couldn't, really; most of the "nice things" were bought with money from stolen nice things. In this case, the object purchased with that shady income was a black Chrysler Crossfire, and apparently the driver either:

A.) Had no idea where the brake was

or

B.) Didn't give a damn

or

C.) Had a death wish

In reality, it was B. He needed a means of getting to the school, and rather than take a cab like a normal person he decided to "commandeer" a parked car. He'd ditch it somewhere later, for now he had other things to take care of.

Now, why would it be one of those answers, you ask? Because the car slid into the parking lot opposite the administration building at around forty-five miles per hour; the tires spinning and pulling the car out of the slide before it could get any closer to the other vehicles in the lot. He only slowed down when he neared an available spot, how the hell he spotted it as fast as he was driving would probably go down as one of the greater mysteries of the twenty first century . . . nonetheless, he pulled the handbrake and sent the car into another powerslide that spun the light vehicle a complete 180 degrees; then shifted to neutral and backed it into the available spot with the leftover momentum.

How many cars he'd hit to get this little trick mastered was unknown, but the end result was something even he was proud of. Hell, who else could back into a parking space that fast? Well, motorcycles could get in easy, but that was beside the point. Besides, any of those tried to show hime up, he could always just ram the poor kid.

Dimitri stepped out of the car as if this sort of thing was completely normal, grabbing a plain black duffel bag out of the passenger seat and pulling it out before closing the driver side door and walking casually away as the two successive chirps let him know the car was locked and the alarm set. So, aside from [seemingly] rich-boy's little display, what else was unusual, you ask? Well .... it looked like the steel chain on his dark blue coat was used for something other than decoration. Instead of being dragged along the ground, like the law of gravity said it should be, it was suspended in the air almost like a third arm; coiled around the straps for the duffel bag and carrying it just behind and off to the right of the blonde-haired Dimitri. Which probably wasn't a normal sight ... even here ...

He scanned the campus grounds quickly with the vibrant emerald hues of his, eventually locking his gaze onto the young woman who also seemed to have just arrived. Or more importantly her che - er - map. Yeah, map. That one (no seriously, he saw the map first, don't smack him T-T).

" 'scuse me miss, can I take a look at that?"

Well, asking was pointless, he'd already fallen in-step next to her and was peering down at the map. He was about nine inches taller than her, so he could easily manage looking over her shoulder.

"Jus' need to find out where I'm suppose to be going is all. Registering for classes and whatnot . . . "

Edited by: Seth Wynd at: 8/22/06 5:40 pm

"Don't pretend it is my fault that you will be late for class. If you are. Then you get to deal with your instructor. You will get no excuse by using my name. Perhaps if you had been more responsible, you wouldn't have had to speed through the parking lot, and I wouldn't be talking to you, now would I?" The Vice principle continues in an unappreciative tone towards the student. "Now get to class."


(OOC: Please don't hate me, I heard over the grape vine that you were mad at me for doing this, but the principle/Vice-principle is gonna be there when students are misbehaving, so just understand it's part of the roleplaying experience. Not me trying to be a brat. )