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« on: December 20, 2018, 01:51:50 AM »
It was early in the afternoon when the bullhead of new students landed on the tarmac. The rain had just stopped falling on Beacon Academy. Only sprinkles of water were left dripping off the leaves of trees and off the ledges of buildings. Among the crowd of people who wanted to be the first to walk off the bullhead was a tall young man in a loose flowing blue jacket. His long golden hair was pulled into a neat bun on the top of his head as to keep from frizzing in the rain.
Attom walked with the front of the crowd with one earbud in for music, one hand on Merlin(weapon), and another hand looking like he’s conducting a hip-hop orchestral piece right in front of his chest. He mutters a few lyrics to the music in his ear as he comes to a stop in front of the baggage claim area, where he waits for his bag to get tossed out with the rest. Some lyrics can be heard mumbled are, “Homegirl drop it like the nasdaq,” “Lookin' for Earl like toe jam. I made the beat mhrmrm so I'm callin' it a slow jam,” “I put in work, ask Ludwig. Put my soul on the track like shoes did,” Etc.
As the baggage workers pulled more bags out from the bullhead and people started to swarm them, a dark blue bag on wheels was pushed slowly back away from the pile. Attom, noticing his wheeled bag coincidently coming toward him, however slowly, thought it would be nice to bypass the crowd and all the touching. So, with a wave of his hand, a golden glyph appeared under the slowly rolling bag for only a moment or two. The bag itself when rolling over the glyph then started to speed towards him. He smirked when he stopped the bag with his foot and glanced around to see if anyone saw that.