Jorden Spike leaned back at his documents finished printing. Flyers for the Game Club? Check. Flyers for the Chess Team? Check. Flyers for the Academic Team? Check. Flyers for tutoring lessons? Check. Gathering up his stack of papers, he left the room, being sure to lock the door behind him. He made his way over to the secretary's desk and dropped off the office key he had been given. He then proceeded out the door and into the quad. His first stop was the rec room, where he posted one of each of his fliers. He continued to post fliers on the school bulletin board and in the dorm building. Call him old-fashioned, but flyers were more likely to catch people's attention than some ad on the school website.

As he finished putting up his last flyer, a first-year boy ran up to him.

"Hello. Can I help you?" He asked warmly.

"Uhm, I couldn't help but notice you posting flyers and I was wondering...where do I sign up for sports?" the boy asked. It took but a second for Jorden's demeanor to change entirely.

"Sports. I see. If you feel you simply MUST sign up for one, talk to...Michael Prince. He can direct you to the captain of whichever team you're joining. Feel free to come talk to me when they can find no proper way to tell you you're not wanted. You can always join my clubs. We don't discriminate against those that aren't old members," Jorden replied coolly.

"Oh...okay...I-I'll do that..." the boy's voice was quivering.

"If you ever need me, any student on campus can probably direct you to wherever I am at the moment," Jorden told him, before leaving the building to see if he could spot any new kids. He had to refrain from growling at the sight of Michael walking around with a basketball under his arm. He shifted his gaze away, where it got caught on a shock of bright pink hair. What made it especially eye-catching was the fact that it not only was pink, but also cut in an anime style: a boy-cut with two large locks springing up and framing the face.

He was about to run up and attempt to convince her to join a club, but her parents approached her first. Ah, well. At least he had an explanation for the pink hair now. He turned his attention to the boy approaching him.

"Morning, Matt," he greeted.

"Hey there, Jorden. How goes it on the new recruits?" Matt asked.

"Not much. One of them was attention-catching, though..."

"Jorden, for the LAST TIME, you are NOT of Indian heritage!"

"What? No. I meant the girl with pink hair. Judging from her mother, it's natural."

"Oh. I thought you meant-well, whatever. If it's natural...there's only one known instance of natural pink hair in the world."

"Yes. Aelita Belpois. Leads the creative side of the Belpois Corporation. You think the new girl's her kid?"

"I wouldn't rule it out, considering she and her husband were both students here twenty years ago. So you coming to the opening tonight?"

"Maybe...I was thinking of taking a...walk...if Prince doesn't show up."

"Jorden. He only disappeared sporadically OVER THE SUMMER. I don't think he's going to disappear during the school year as well."

"I will enjoy making you eat those words when I find Prince engaged in some activity that's against school policy."

"I seriously doubt you're going to find him doing ANYTHING, because he'll probably be at the speech."

"Whatever. I gotta go. Later, Matt."