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Advent had been outside the whole day so far, hanging upside down from a tree branch, he didn't see the reason to be lock up in a prison building to learn stuff when outside was much more fun. opening his purple eyes for the first time in just over four hours looking at everyone below "OH MY GOD... THEY ARE MAKING CLONES!!!!" he shouted noticing everyone was wearing the same outfit, he wasn't on the other hand, black baggy trousers a long sleeved white mandirin shirt, covered by a long black jacket with short sleeves, the jacket on the chest had a purple feather and at the bottom of it

Seeing the other kids look to him he grinned playfully closing his eyes and waving "Hello..." he began but opened his eyes "What number clone are you?" he'd ask, the girl just rolled her eyes at him and walked off "Guess she doesn't know" he said and began to swing backwards and forwards just for the hell of it on the tree branch

His father had asked him not to make a scene as this was the only school left that was willing to take him, it wasn't his fault he wanted to make things more fun, besides to him this wasn't making a scene. Buffing the head teacher's head like he done in his last school was... especially considering he done it during an assembly.

Advent looked up from his branch but continued swinging backwards and forwards his black hair moving like a black river in the air, it would seem his hair had broken a rift in the area, on his face would be a mischevious grin "Hi" he chuckled going into his jacket and bringing out a balloon he looked back down again as if he was looking for something

Well more a someone to get hit with whatever concotion was in that balloon. Seeing one of the Kendo team he chuckled a glint coming to his eyes and he threw the balloon towards the unsuspecting athlete, from where he was hanging there should have been no way to reach the target but it hit him on the head "Right on target" he looked up grinning once again before looking at the beserked senior

The senior was now covered in a combination of rotten eggs, compost, cream, shaving foam and feathers. "Cluck cluck..." was the last thing he said listening to how his cheerleader girlfriend dumped him for smelling so bad and his friends almost dying of laughter over it. He heard the senior swearing he would be pounding into the little jerk who done it to him "As if" was his only reply knowing he was in the clear after all that tree was out of range... well at least for a normal person, but he was anything but normal.