Sky Institute

After Nixon had put all of his things away in an apartment had been assigned to him, he'd head out into the institute only to find a Night Club with dancers, DJs, and drinks. He'd first change into something more party-appropriate and would use his psychokinetic power to teleport back in from of the Nigh Club, wearing a black jacket with an electricity design on it that looked very realistic. Nixon would have been leaning against one of the walls of the Night Club, drinking some cherry punch as he wasn't really a drinker. Alcohol to him was like Call of Duty: Ghosts, the campaign was good, but everything else was bad. Anyways, Nixon was leaning against the wall, listening to the music as he drank his drink. He just didn't feel like it. He had just came back from eating and he didn't want to have it all on the floor. He decided to take a nap later.

Upon entering through the front of the door, the music was blasting, the lights were going off. The largest bar in the room was at the front door. There was minibars at certain area of the floor. Tables, chairs, and TVs were closer to the front door. In the back of the floor was the dance floor and the DJ. An open area VIP place was at the far left corner of the place. To the right of this entire room lead to gaming area and karaoke. To the left of this entire room was the quiet room. It had a door and odd fitting where it prevented the music from going through the walls and door. The entire quiet room had no music but was filled with chattering voices. It wasn't loud or quiet. It also had its own bar and TVs. The place was filled with couches, tables, and chairs. To the far right corner of the silent room was three couches and a coffee table. The entryway to it was a couch and a coffee table. A VIP area of sort. Allie was sleeping, laying back on the couch, her feet on the coffee table. She wore a low cut sleeveless shirt. She wore no bras. A yellow jacket that extended only between waist and stomach. Gold color earring. Black jeans. Black running shoes. She had brown hair with hints of red., tied back into a ponytail A pink heart drawing under her left eye. There were papers scattered on the tables and a couple of drinks here and there. An ice bucket was on the table. A laptop to the left side of her.

There was a sleeping man sleeping on the couch that was a bit to the entryway(to the VIP area where Allie was sleeping. Think it as more of a guard post.) His cigarette was still lit but no smoke came out of it. His legs were on the coffee table. He had black and a bit of messy hair. Mature. White shirt, black vest, black pants, black leather shoes. There was nothing on his coffee table.

As Nixon leaned against the wall, taking several sips of his cherry-flavored drink from time to time. Nixon always had a drink or two before partying. It was a Nixon-type thing. After he was done with his cup, he'd return said cup to a one who was behind the bar table and from there, he'd explore the place. What institute has a Club like this? He has no problem with it, mind you, but he just wondered where this place has been all of his life. Taking steps at a half-second interval, he'd make his way towards the gaming room, having glittery eyes as he approached it. It was like a small slice of Heaven. As if it was instinct, he'd enter the room and do a gradual 360 degree turn, looking at everything around him. It was amazing. He could hear the gunfire of FPS shooter games, the boops and the bops of retro games, the distorted screams and screeches of the undead in zombie games, so on and so fourth. The first thing he would have done would do it pull out his wallet full of bills, his ID, and other things he would need to get by in life. Afterwards, he'd rush to a Zombie Survival Sandbox game called 7 Days to Die and started to play the ever-loving crap out of that game, after paying of course. It was in the Alpha stage, so the bugs and glitches were noticeable as he played the game. He'd collect basic resources for survival, starting with wood as well as bird nests, as they had feathers to make arrows for a crossbow that he was intending on making. Afterwards, he'd begin to raid a Work and Stiff tools store where several undead were waiting for him. He'd have a bit of trouble getting what he wanted out of the store, which were schematics for certain items to craft, due to a Feral Zombie. The Feral Zombies were much more powerful than average zombies. Melee weapons were ideal for dispatching zombies in close range. Using ranged weapons in close range was a waste of ammunition. Due to the zombie's tracking and movement system being a bit strange, the zombies mainly ran small circles around Nixon before he's use his wooden club to bash the zombie's heads in. He had gotten several schematics, one of them being an Auger mining drill schematic, which was a great find. Now that he was done raiding that base, he'd move on to actually gathering food and water as well as clothing to regulate body temperature and serve as armor. The clothes he had found were low grade, but they will do the job nicely. Time passed in game and Nixon eventually decided to save him game and head to the next game. Then the next. Then the next. After about an hour or two, Nixon left the gaming area and will come back later. He wanted to a explore a bit more. He kept walking to the left of the Club until he found the Quiet Area of the Club. It was indeed quiet. He'd scan the entire area until he found the VIP area, which was in the corner of the section. Though, being VIP access only, he wouldn't be able to go unless the guard let him. Nixon had sensed that the guard was still watching and was alert using his psionic powers. Nixon really wanted to go in there, due to the likeliness of better things in there. He'd slowly approach the guard and was ready to interact with in. Maybe he could persuade the guard to let him through.

"Heya, sir. Club Night is really active, ain't it?"

He opened his right eye and looked at him, "Yes. Yes it is."

"Hm. This is one of the most interesting first days I've ever had of school. Say, I was just wonderin' how one would be able to get in the VIP room. Do ya have to pay money or is it a special case?"

Nixon had said whilst scratching the back of his head. He didn't want to come off as demanding. He could have just teleported inside the VIP room, but the guard could have possibly seen him if he was in the room. Also, that'd be wrong. Nixon isn't one to cheat like that. Besides, it's his first day. He at least wants to make a good impression on everyone before doing anything like that. Not that would want to. If he wanted to get answers, he should act curious and avoid obvious questions that could be answered quickly. That would annoy some people. Also, considering it was Nixon's first day, maybe the guard could cut him some slack and answer his question with a straight, but respectful answer. Hopefully this guard wasn't one of those generic hardened types that is a harda** and is rude out of spite.

"If you're looking for the student council president, I can wake her up" he suggested. He took a drag on his cigarette and blew out the smoke. The smoke dissipated quicker than usual.

"Hm? The student council president is in there? I didn't even know. Huh. Hmmm. Well, I do need to ask some questions about this institute. Ah, what the hell. If you wouldn't mind, I'd appreciate it."

Nixon had said, internally sighing. That was much easier than he had originally anticipated. He needed to get some questions anyway, so maybe this could work out. He kind of felt bad, though. He didn't want to interrupt the student council president up from a nap. He didn't want to burden anyone. Sleep is important! Granted, he should be sleeping right now, but that besides the point!

"Yes. Allie's the student council president. Allie, wake up. He wants to ask questions. Your job." he said as he projected his voice to her. She still woke up and rubbed her eyes, "Mmm..." She opened her eyes and looked at Nixon, "What's up boy? What question?" She gave a little smile.

"Heya. I was jus' wonderin' if I can get a some info on the school. I don't wanna run in completely blind and end up lookin' like a fool. Any info helps. It's my first day here, ya see?"

Nixon had said, returning a nervous grin whilst still scratching the back of his head. He had only gotten a bit of information from Akane, as he didn't ask much about the school in particular but rather the people of the school and this "raid" thing that was brought up. He can get some good information from the president of the student council. She's bound to know a lot about the school and Nixon'd be damned if she didn't.

"Oh?" she grinned, "And why would I do that to a stranger? Eh? We're Royal Williams, we don't give out information for free."

"Heh. You drive a hard bargain. I like that. How much is it gonna cost me? I got a few fifties...hundreds....and 27 cents?"

Nixon had said as he pulled out his wallet yet again and flipped through the bills that he had. He had a feeling that the info wasn't going to come without a price. It never doesn't, even if it seems like it doesn't. In all honest, he is taking a liking to this girl already. He had a regular grin on his face, rather than a nervous one.

"Not enough money in the world will make that work boy. Not even bribes" she said.

The guard took another drag again. He sighed at the conversation.

"The information is not going to be given out" she said.

"Heh. You're persistent. I only wanted to know my way around here. Heh. How about a wager, eh?"

Nixon had said as he rested his arms across his chest whilst having a grin on his face. Nixon could tell from the get-go that this girl was playing the tomboyish act. That in itself peaked his interest. Nixon wanted to see if he could push the boundaries of her tough girl act. She seemed to enjoy calling her "boy" as if she had some sort of superiority complex. Nixon intends to show her that he isn't some kid.

She took out her phone and scrolled through it, "Keep talking. I may be interested in this little wager."

The guard kept an eye on him.

"How about a little battle? If ya beat me, I'll walk away and won't bother ya anymore. But if I win, ya have to help me out and give me access to that VIP room at the same time."

Nixon had said with a grin on his face. He didn't know how strong people at this school were, so this would also be more useful information. That is if the girl accepted the challenge. Nixon wasn't way in over his head when it came to power, but he wasn't somebody to just underestimate in terms of skill and power.

"I'll say a no to you" she said with a smile as she looked through her phone, "The content in the wager is out of question."

The guard was shaking his head at the wager.

Enea walked into the club and looked around, as she breathed in the air of the club there was currently a strand of blue and pink that offset her completely white hair that was pulled into two pigtails.

Forgot to mention that Allie has heterochromia eyes. Brown and blue.