The sound of screeching brakes broke the peaceful tranquility of nature as a beat up, light blue pickup truck peeled into the nearest parking lot, rounding a corner on two wheels. And in the driver seat, grinning like a psycho with a mostly gone cigarette clenched between his teeth, was none other than John Wilder. "Heh heh heh... Woo!" The nineteen year old whooped as he yanked the steering wheel to the right and did a couple donuts before whipping into a parking spot. His older brother Terry was standing not too far away, trying to look admonishing, but failing miserably. The drummer would have loved to be in the truck with him for that.
"You're an asshole." Terry greeted John, as he hopped out of the truck and slammed the door with a total lack of grace, "Anyway, I already let campus security know that you'd be coming here frequently because you're helping one of the clubs. Here's your parking pass... put it in your back window on the right and your truck won't get towed. And try to behave yourself, John." The older brother handed over the sticker decal and John huffed at him, but stuck it to the back window. Once it was affixed to the glass of the rusty old truck, John blew out a ring of smoke and surveyed the college.
It looked... like a college he guessed. College hadn't ever really appealed to him much. Well, he was going to have to get used to coming here, despite not being a student. This was where Celi's design team was sure to primp, fuss and 'pooh-pooh' over him, dressing him up and all that shit. Ugh. At least he was getting paid for all this junk. And he would get to spend some time with Celi while he was at it, so it couldn't be all that bad. As frustrating as she could be, she was pretty and fun to play with. And he'd need a good distraction from all this fashion mumbo jumbo. "Where's the design team located, Terry?"
"Hell if I know. I think it's in that building, but I'm not sure what floor." His brother responded, pointing out the building, "I've got a few classes coming up, so I won't be able to go with you. See you at dinner." And with that, the drummer sauntered off towards one of the other buildings, but still called back to him, "And put that shit out!" Grumbling, John ignored his brother and puffed on his cigarette all the way up until he reached the building in question, having passed a few 'No Smoking' signs on the way. There was another sign on the door and he grudgingly threw the butt to the ground and stomped it out, blowing out the last of the smoke from his lungs before heading inside.
After searching through the first floor and attempting subtlety at peeking inside, John found a staircase and proceeded to search the second floor. Again, he had no luck. Scouring the third floor had him slightly annoyed, because he'd gotten McDonald's on the way from his contractor job and the soda was getting to him. So it was back down to the first floor, where he had last seen the men's room. There had also been one of the third floor had he been paying attention, but now it was too late. By the time he reached it, his slight annoyance was starting to build. Because right after he had unzipped to use the urinal, one of the male students walked into the restroom... and decided to use the urinal right next to his.
Didn't the boy know that public bathroom etiquette clearly states that you should NEVER use the urinal to the immediate left or right of someone who's already at one?! Deciding to hold his temper, John tried to ignore the boy to his right. That is, until he realized that the guy was enviously staring straight at John's... package, obviously wishing he was built like that. The expression on the fighter's face darkened considerably as he turned his icy cold glare at the offender, his teeth clenched together. "H-hello. Are you a new student?" The boy asked, to which John replied, "Just let me pee."
But the student wasn't about to be put off. If he wasn't mistaken, and he was sure he hadn't been, this was the infamous "Rodeo" from the arena. A lot of people were scared of this man and he was said to be rather dangerous, so if he could put on a tough front and maybe get on his good side, he'd get attention from all the girls. "You fight at the arena, don't you? I hear you're pretty tough -" He began, but was interrupted when John snapped, "I'm trying to pee!"
Damn, this guy's annoying! The Wilder thought as he tried to relieve himself without being bothered. John even slightly turned away from the student in an attempt to prove that he didn't want - or need - conversation when nature called. If there was one thing he couldn't stand in public restrooms, it was people who felt the need to talk to him while staring at his junk. But when the offender made another attempt at conversation, John's patience finally snapped. He turned to the guy and pointed his trouser snake right at him with his thumb over the hole, effectively spraying the unsuspecting target with urine. When he finished, he simply tucked it back in, zipped his jeans, washed his hands and calmly left the restroom.
Whistling to himself, John made his way up the flights of stairs to the fourth floor as if nothing had even happened at all. Luckily, he found the room occupied by Celi's designer team within a few moments and he walked in without knocking. There was a guy with spiky white hair, a girl with a short black bob and glasses, an effeminate blond guy who John assumed to be Gala, a girl with long black pigtails who John wasn't totally sure was female, and of course Celi. "Hey." He said simply, stopping and towering over literally everyone in the room.