Mariko stopped. He was sweating bullets from training, and the fire didn't help. After a stomach growl, he decided to call it and left.
'Crap! Left my bag at the dorm!'
He began to make his way back. He crept up the quiet dorms up to his rooms and grabbed his grey bag that held his books. He threw on his uniform and his red-orange cloak, wore some clean shoes(for once), and was on his way before he was stopped by people in the same colored cloaks. He froze at the look he gave them.
"Hey Guys!'' Mariko attempted to lighten up the situation, but didn't help at all.
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Mariko got to the breakfast with a couple of bruises and cuts, but wasn't seriously hurt. He opted out on eating and just looked at the place. he took a deep breath and sat at a table that was fairly empty and took out the history book he kept studying, the red cloak sticking out like a, well, red thumb in a sea of different fingers.
'Crap! Left my bag at the dorm!'
He began to make his way back. He crept up the quiet dorms up to his rooms and grabbed his grey bag that held his books. He threw on his uniform and his red-orange cloak, wore some clean shoes(for once), and was on his way before he was stopped by people in the same colored cloaks. He froze at the look he gave them.
"Hey Guys!'' Mariko attempted to lighten up the situation, but didn't help at all.
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Mariko got to the breakfast with a couple of bruises and cuts, but wasn't seriously hurt. He opted out on eating and just looked at the place. he took a deep breath and sat at a table that was fairly empty and took out the history book he kept studying, the red cloak sticking out like a, well, red thumb in a sea of different fingers.