Anime High Perfect Box Set! Volume 2: School Days

"Late! Latelatelatelatelatelatelate!"

Akido Sasuke ran full speed toward the front gate of Shitsuru Daito High School, hoping to beat the clock and make it to Daisuke-sensei's class on time. If only he hadn't slept in! Stupid terrorists and their giant mutant bats, keeping him up late!

It had been just short of two months since everything had quieted down around school. With ANGST chasing Clara's fake tickets, he hadn't had to worry about them at all, so it had been back to the daily routine; School, homework, card club, fighting the forces of darkness, ect. In fact, little had changed from before the whole mess besides the fact that he saw Clara more often, as she payed the base regular visits, learning the non-hands-on things she'd need to know about the operation of the Gaurdius. He had also continued a long streak of unofficial teaming up with HiroHito Static and Solaris Byrne, as they often ended up fighting the same villains. But for the most partit had just been really quiet. Relatively speaking.

But things never stay quiet for long in Tokyo.

Sasuke continued running towards class, hoping he could get through another day without a major disaster. But I think we all know how likely THAT is...

(OOC: Note: The japanese school year starts in the first week or so of august, so we are now in... lets say the first friday of October. Which means... HALLOWEEN IS COMING! MWAHAHAHA!

...do thay have halloween in japan? I never thought of it before...

Edit: Aparently they do have halloween in japan, but its in August. Its kinda boring though so we didn't miss much. On another note, there is a holiday on the second monday of october: Health and Sports Day! Check here for info on major japanese holidays.)

Clara was heading into school. She had been going about as normal, explaining her situation to those close. While most of the school guessed who she was (asumeing that they knew her in the first place), she simply went along her merry way.

It has taken her a full week to recover from all of her injuries. And it had taken this long to jsut get the chemicals in her brain juuuuuust right. To be honest.. she felt like she'd been put through a blender and spit out. Of course she generaly felt that way after she escaped ANGST, so she was used to it.

Curently she and AI were trying to get to school... almost hopeing to run into the samuri. It hadn't taken them long to figure out what happend, at least not wiht a bit of hacking. Clara wanted to get the confontation over with quickly. However, whenever the two met up Sensei Kailey seemed to be watching. It was almost like she was preventing the young warrior and Clara from confronting.

Which brought up another thing Clara had been doing recently. Before and after school, Clara often found herself training with the Sensei. It seemed after the Agents left, she took an espicaly keen intrest in training Clara. Clara and AI were hopeing that it was to keep her from getting caught.

But back to this particular moment. Clara was right at this moment one block away from the school and walking in. She had a feeling Sasuke was late, agian. Clara was almost glad she was going to be able to play hero with him. Maybe then he'd get some sleep. Clara chuckled as she headed towards the school... forgetting about a certian young warrior for the moment.

(Ahem... if one wishes to attack or speak with or threaten Clara... now would be good.)

Clara would find herself nearly bowled over by a large young man running past her on the side of the road. Craning his head over his shoulder, Bo shouts out an apology.

"So sorry, so sorry!"

He turned to face forward just in time to run around a bike messenger and make his way into school.

Phew, just in time. And I didn't even get hit by a car this time.

It had been two months since Bo's bike had been destroyed...and he was beginning to learn why his oji-san had wanted him to take his bokken to classes. In just a few weeks, he'd seen chaos erupt around the school and around the city. Ever since he began his school days, Toku had pushed him to limit every single day. He was getting less and less sleep at nights, and finding he needed less and less sleep at night. He'd also started to grown...two months had added an extra 4 inches onto Bo, bringing him to a rather huge 6'6". He'd already been harassed by one of the sports staffers at school...but combined with homework and his own training, Bo had no time for extra-curriculars. He didn't have much of a social life, either...it could safely be said that the over-sized student didn't have a single friend in the school just yet.

He still didn't like it here. But he was getting used to it.

Meanwhile, one student was standing right outside his class, apparently not worried in the least about being a minute or so late.
In fact, he was doodling. On his hand. Or, so anyone who saw him might've thought. If one looked closer, one would realize that the 'doodles' were far too complex and detailed to really be considered 'doodles.' He had spent a good half hour on the back of his hand so far, and still wasn't quite done.
Really, this was almost as much trouble as studying for the test would've been! Personally, he blamed the faculty. Their fault for giving the test, making him waste his perfectly good sleeping time looking up a dozen different kinds of sigils, marks, and signs to complete his little project. Hopefully, whatever student he picked out would know what the hell they were doing. It'd be a waste to go through all this trouble to cheat and still fail.

Four students were walking to school, obviously not caring that the people around them were staring at them strangely. After all, not many students who looked like that could speak Russian so quickly. The four of them were wearing typical clothing for that time of year, except for Akemi. She wore a pair of fingerless white gloves, which she tugged absent-mindedly.

"So, this is the high school, da? Definately different from the classes we took, right?" exclaimed Yoshiteru, looking back at the others.

"I think I'll miss the training grounds a little," said Shunsen, holding up his pack and shaking it, as if expecting it to do a trick.

"I heard Japan has a lot of wierd stuff going on... you never know, we might still get a little action," argued Akemi. She turned to Fumie, and added," You okay over there?"

Fumie looked completely out of place in her clothes, the ones she complained were too "normal".

"This thing itches like hell," she complained, tugging at a cotton sweater," Do we have to wear these?"

"I believe we should wear these at least for today, as Chisato asked us to. However, who said teenagers had to follow the rules?" Yoshiteru said this while trying hold back a smile. All three of them knew how much Fumie hated wearing restrictive clothing.

"Come on!" shouted Shunsen, looking at his watch," we're gonna be late!"

"Well, see you guys," said Akemi as she went to her class. The other three walked to History while she went to Chemistry. As she walked to her class, she spotted a guy doodling on his hand. She couldn't help but take a peek. Seeing the designs, she raised an eyebrow.

In an uncharacteristic bout of daring, she took off one of her gloves, revealing her left palm to Saru. A weird design of three triangles arranged together like little mountain tops, with three dots, one for the middle of each triangle. The last two triangles were angled to that they each had a line on the end that extended to make a larger triangle out of the whole design. In the middle of that large triangle was a unidentifiable character.

Without waiting for a response, she walked into class.

For the past two months Jona had been fashioning the pole he found into a sword in metal working class. The metal was unnervingly hard and no amount of heat seemed to soften it. He wasn’t sure as to why he was doing this, it just felt right to him. The dreams were getting worse every night the gore and vividness of the wolf would increase. For the past half a month he had also started to black out. Waking up in gutters half naked and often wounded. He stopped watching the news too, every day it was about someone he vaguely remembers brutalizing or a vicious murder. It was getting to him, things were starting to slip away.

Having taken up gun slinging all he had gotten was A's and praise for his marksman’s ship in that class, and metal working was just about the same. Praise for working so hard on his weapon. He also had taken up art, but everything turned out to be disgusting images of gore and violence, no matter what he tried to draw.

Having gone through five locker doors in the past month the school board was starting to give him the extra strength ones, and he was starting to rip those apart too. He was always early to class also. No matter what he did he'd get there on time. Things were getting louder. Once he caught a classmate's pencil as it was falling to the ground. Everyone also had started to give him odd nicknames as often he could smell the food from the cafeteria as they just started to make it, even tell what it was. But it was random. Never the same day to day. Sometimes he'd wouldn't be able to walk a mile before collapsing and other days he could run laps around everyone else. He blacked out a school once, The boy's locker room was destroyed.

He wouldn’t go home sometimes, he stayed in the Kendo garden as much a possible. Jona never blacked out there. And since the first time he never had that dream there either. Friends seemed to come hard to him too. The one's he made never sticked around. Driving them away by accident.

All this and more ran through his mind as he stood just outside the main school gate. His first class done and his half-finished makeshift sword at his side. Watching the students roll in as the time slipped by. Looking up ahead he saw a girl that was in a few of his classes . . . what was her name . . . ah yes, Clara. She looked different now, did she change her hair? As she drew near a very large student rushed by clipping her.

She got closer and he decided to speak up, he liked talking to people he didn't know. "Hello Clara, wonderful day were having." Falling into place just a few steps behind, an awkward grin spreads over his face.

“…Yes, I believe that he would be a good school for him. You said that he remembers nothing?” Asked the school board member. “Nothing, he does remember up to about a mouth ago, but that’s it. He dose need to go to school, and I know you will agree to letting him go here.” Said…whatever her name was. I can never say it right. A teenager, who looks about 16, stared out the window. The street below was filled with students. He was paying most of his attention; however, to the raven eat the berries from a healthy looking tree. I wonder how I will make it through this, he thought. And I have no idea where or why the hell I’m here, which is worse! He stared at the raven eat happily at the berries. Then tried to fly away, but fell and hit the sidewalk with a sickening crack. …I am going to have to remember not to eat those, he thought. “We are done, boy!” Said the “caretaker” in her crude English. “You will go to school there,” points across the street, “…and then go home. You understand?” “Yea, yea. Do I have a schedule or something?” The board member handed a printout of his new schedule. “Go to classroom now” “…sure, whatever…” He walked out the door, closing it somewhat hard. He wanted to let them know that he didn’t like this at all. He walked down the stairs and opened the door to freedom and hell. He received freedom from that wretched woman and received hell from a high school. At least, I think it will be hell, I don’t remember going to a high school before. He sees a rather large student almost get hit by a bicyclist. …Lets assume hell for right now, safer that way. He walked across the street. I am gad I brought it with me, I wonder if there’s a place to train with it… He placed his hand on his chest. Well only one way to find out. Shitsuru Daito High, he I come… He walked to his first class of the day. …It had to be history, didn’t it…bums…

Clara had nearly been knocked over by the boy. She wasn't made to be honest, with as crazy a things were here she was amaze that she wasn't acctualy RUN over by him. She ended up turnign the clip into a hand stand. Good thing she ahd shorts under that skirt of hers. "Its ok! Don't worry I'm sure your teacher won't bee mad about you being late!"

~Well you really don't know that Clara..~

Clara chuckled a bit as she cartwheeled a bit and got to her feet. ~Yeah but you wouldn't want me saying anything else to the kid would you? Besides... Nice to him then maybe the crazy samuri kid won't try anything funny.~

AI sighed a bit. ~I wish you didn't ahve to think in terms of surrival.~

Clara sighed a bit outwardly herself. ~Well until I know for sure ANGST won't comeback for me... I don't have a choice.~

AI perked up a bit. ~Well you should get to class. Sooner you get to class sooner you can share that lunch you made for sasuke.~

Clara blushed and turned as she was greeted by one of her other students. "Oh Hey Jona, how's it going? Having a good morning at least?"

She grinned and grabed onto a near by tree and hung upside down in it. "I seem to be having a fairly good day myself."

(edit: Misread an earlier post. I fixed it ^^)

Rail checked his watch. Alright, looked like he was on time today.

He'd spent the last two months in a state of remarkable coincidences that kept him from noticing any of the strange (well, for him anyways) things that kept happening. Even when those aliens had launched an attack directly over his apartment, he had somehow managed to be on a field trip to Kyushu, hopelessly oblivious.

He was coming to the opinion that nothing ever happened at this school, and it was almost a shame that that illusion wasn't going to last much longer.

He glanced out at the entrance to the school, and silently cursed all girls who wore shorts under their skirts. Doing acrobatics like that without satisfying their moral obligation to the world's hentai population just wasn't right!

He shook his head and ran off into the Japanese history class before anybody noticed the fact that the piece of floor he had been standing on had turned a particularily bright shade of red from his nosebleed.

((OOC: Almost glomps Astral... I dunno how long I've been waiting for this moment... Aaand just for the record I am still helping out Seclura, so I'll be RPing her char for her))

Dyerdon...
The gunslinger paused, his arms trembling slightly as he lowered himself, naked from the waist up, his small, yet semi-muscular chest glistening with sweat as he let go of the bar, dropping lightly to the floor. His crystal blue eyes taking in the school's gymnasium. He had spent a lot of time here over the last month or so. As one of the more active teachers in the school, he had been going out of his way to learn the students names, and had even managed to become a sort of cofidante to some even not in his class. He moved to the bleachers, picking up the towel he had left there, drying himself before pulling on his shirt. School was going to start soon. Turning he picked up his belt, sliding it on, it held two weapons, his fathers gun, the Equalizer... A beautiful weapon, with a hell of a kick... His patented grin stole across his face as he thought of that, then their was his most used weapon, his tranquilizer. Dyerdon Sandren, the Son of Seltec was many things, but a killer, when he could help it was not one of them. He adjusted the belt, then grabbed an odd contraption that fitted onto his forearm and wrist, a nine milimeter pistol in a holster amongst the springs. Then he grabbed his leather trench coat sliding it on. His gaze swept the gymnasium again as he grabbed his black stetson, and slid it onto his head. His mind taking him elsewhere for the moment.
Dyerdon...
He paused again, who was there...? No one that he knew... Or did he...? He shook off the odd feeling, then thought about some of his students. Their was that one kid, Jona... Great shot... But he had such violence in him... It even scared him, and he had faced Hell itself. He glanced up at the ceiling.
"Give me strength to help those who have trouble helping themselves," he said. Then thought, he had not allowed the use of live ammo during the classes... yet... There was still the horses... He had found her, NightMare... Found her in this world... Amazing. He shook off the nostalgia and joy he suddenly felt at that revelation, Jona was going to be a work of art... No that wasn't exactly true... The kid already was, but still... Who was he to judge... Wasn't his place... He sat down, contemplating his next class, perhaps he'd go over some more of the philosophy of what made a Gunslinger who he or she was. It never was the gun after all... Maybe, just maybe the boy would listen, and learn... He knew he tried, he could see that much, but still... He cursed himself, dammit Dy... Why ya always gotta be so noble, always gotta help those when you can't help yer own damn self... He thought without realizing it... Thats how you lost Kate. He silenced the damning thoughts... The hell with that!
"I'd not change a thing..." he said aloud again the smiled, the students had just begun filtering in. A few of the females in that class practically ran in they seemed to be enjoying his class...
"Howdy," he said, greeting the students, he talked to a few of them, asking how they had been doing, if any problems that they seemed to be having was resolved. He was happy to here that most had taken advice from him. He was a friend to most of them, a confidante, and mentor, everything he felt that was a teacher. He smiled slightly as they went to take their seats.
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Aww hell... She thought as she ran up the stairs of the school, well, at least she wasn't the only one late. She paused in the hallway, running a hand through her bright red hair, she still didn't know anyone here... There was the brief shootout on the school grounds, but by the time she got there it was over, since then she'd noticed the school was boring. Then there were her private studies... Her father expected much of her. And she'd still not found her brothers yet. She thought their names for a moment, trying to bring a picture to mind, but she couldn't, though she'd know when she saw them. Her mother had given such a great description. She continued forward, noticing a few eyes on her. She grumbled to herself... Males... God above she hated them all... almost... She paused again, noticing that annoying rich kid, Edward Neil Achilli... the second? She shook her head, Seclura McTaggert really didn't like him...
"Miss McTaggert," he greeted, charmingly... He was charming alright... Just like a certain snake she recalled in the Bible...
"That is my name... Very good, you do have fundamental memory skills..." she said, smiling inwardly, outwardly she glowered.
"I do... Your words are meant to sting, my dear, but they give me new found hope..."
"Oh?" she asked him, raising a brow at that.
"Yes... You actually spoke to me this time..." he smiled slightly, standing aside and holding the door open, she scoffed and went inside.
"Thanks for letting me know... Won't make that mistake again..." she chided, taking her seat. Edward smiled after her, taking a seat nearby... Lord he was persistant if nothing else... She sighed, then thought about her brothers once more. Maybe she should take that gunslinging class... Who knew..? She smiled this time for real, her gaze taking in the board before her. Why did her father send her here... She was an archeologist not just some kid... Then there where her further studies... She glanced at her heavy bag, an old book rested within there, radiating powerful energies... And Ender, her father expected her to learn every page... She sighed, then glanced at another sigh, Achilli was watching her... She rolled her eyes, then glanced to the clock... It had not even moved yet... No... don't do that... she thought to herself... No need to scream like that and draw attention to yourself again... she thought... God she hated sitting and doing, nothing... She hated school... with a sob she set her head on the desk... It always took so long!
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He sat down, studying the teacher that had caused them so much trouble, Dyerdon, as he preferred his students to call him... A good man... He hated him. Captain Jack Star sat in the class as a student, his belt hidden beneath his shirt, hiding its glow. For all intents and purposes he was just a student here, a handsome youth, a local so as to not stand out... Although the teacher was American... And he knew some of the students who were Russian, or German... But he still prefered to be disguised as Japanese... He'd easily avoided being suspected of his mission. Vy`Don Blaskus knew who this man was... What was their past..? He needed to know... He still needed to find that one kid, he had to get him and then leave... It'd been damn near two months now... He felt that the time would be soon... very soon... He let a smile appear across his face, glancing at his leather backpack... Very, very soon...

Arinori dropped onto the roof of the High school. He was late. He COULD NOT be late. He turned his attention to a small skylight near him. He flipped his hand up, and a gust of wind pitched it off from the roof. He stuck his head in through the hole and checked to make sure there was no one in siiiiiiiiaaahhH!

The janitor was directly in front of him, but luckily turned in the opposite direction. Arinori lifted his head out from the hole. Oh no. Did he see me?
He snuck another glance. No, he didn't see me. But I can't just drop down behind him...

He glanced at his watch. He had two minutes until class started. He looked back down. He lifted out, sighed and jumped down into the hole. His eyes glowed white briefly and the skylight fell back into place on top of the hole...

And then fell through and shattered on the ground in between him and the Janitor. The crash filled the hall. THe janitor immediately stopped what he was doing.

Oh

Shi-

“Buh?”
Saruwatari was, in a word, shocked. Also somewhat confused. He did not recall ever seeing this girl before, and he had thought he had memorized every face in his classes already. A new student, then? A new student that had runes- he thought they were runes, all over her hand? He didn’t think they were marker like the ones he was working on, either, so she presumably knew what she was doing, too. He threw on the last modifier spiral, completing the almost eye-like design, and dashed into class, the coming test almost forgotten.

Watching Clara latch onto the tree a grin, a real one, crossed his face. Scrambling up the tree and doing the same as Clara on a tree branch right next to her's. His hair falling in his face he keeps having to brush it aside.

"So far my days been good to me, that pole I found is very stubborn, I've been trying to sharpen it, but no matter how hot the furnace seems to get the thing barely bends under the hammer. It's getting on my nerves. I also seem to be ripping my lockers apart . . . by accident I might add." Trying to hold his glasses to his face and cross his arms at the same time while talking he almost slips off the tree branch.

Clarapulled herself up and sat on the branch swinging her legs. "Far as the first part goes.. could be an alien material. Lord knows that enough alien junk lands around here." She hopped down and started getting her thigns togetehr, the warning bell ringing.

"As far as ripping lockers... sounds like super hero ablities. So either you got contaiminated by something or were born this way and puberty is bringing out the changes." Clara smiled a bit. "You should probly have a nurse or someone you trust do some tests. DNA or lab tests... maybe a blood test would be all you need. Meantime I'd keep track of any other changes you noticed since your strenght kicked in. Sleep cycle, personality, heck even eye color or how often you go to the bathroom."

She streached a bit and started inside. "If nothing else you might be able to figure out whats going on by those changes alone." Clara smiled a bit to him. "And if you need some help, lemme know. I'll see what I can do. All I ask is if those agents come back to school.." and she switched to her new found russian accent. "You tell them that Clara left the school, Da?" She chuckled a bit and headed back into the school and right for her frist class, history.

Kageko walked too school, unmindful that he would most likely be late. Truthfully he barely noticed anything around him. For the past two months he had been doing what he did best, training. All three times he had used the keen reaper the effect had been slightly different. From the firsts firey power, to the seconds, cresent like blade, to the thirds, viscious energy, all had been powerful, and similer yet, all had been different as well. Over the past two months Kageko had indeed been training. Doing something he had never had to do before, training endlessly on a single technique. Depending on what emotions he used, the effects had all been different. Yet they seemed to have very little in terms of a pattern. Every time he had gone out at night and killed a demon, the effect had been what he needed, nothing had travelled more than 6 or 7 feet from him, but all had, had that same incredible power.

'How does the stupid technique work.' was all that went on in his head. 'And on top of that there is still the demon girl on school, yet I can't even be sure of that anymore.' well perhaps not all that went on his head. In fact Kageko was so preoccupied, the normally alert swordsman didn't even notice the tree in front of him, nor the two people in it, until he walked into it forcibly, leaving both of its occupants to stare at his dazed form. 'I can't believe I did that, I must be slipping.' he thought, as he picked himself up, only to meet a certain pseudo russian-cyborg girls eyes. His reaction was expected. Without a word, his hand went to the sword sheathed at his side, though it lingered above the hilt as opposed to grabbing it.

Bo was almost to class! He would be on time! Sweaty and feeling guilty about having nearly flattened Clara, but on time! He wouldn't be scoffed at by his teacher or giggled at by the female students.

Turning a corner, he skidded to a halt...directly in front of the school's kendo teacher. Though his grandfather had forbidden him to participate in the school's kendo classes, Bo had stuck his head in on when his basic physical education class was let out...or Bo was let out early (he annoyed a lot of the other students because of his lack of interest in most sports). He understood why Toku had forbidden him from joining the class. Some of the students were excellent kendo fighters, Sasuke and Kageko in particular. But their skill came from the way they moved...Bo could've sworn both had experience outside the kendo mat. But overall, Bo knew his participation in a kendo class when he'd been training with his bokken almost since birth would be unfair. He just wished he could be in a class he'd enjoy.

Bo had stopped just barely in time...one more step would've carried him into Kailey, most likely sending both of them toppling to the ground. Bo, being the bigger of the two of them, would've been in a great deal of trouble. As Kailey glared up at him, Bo realized that he needed to apologize to a teacher. Dropping his bag and bokken to the ground with a clatter, he hurriedly bows.

"So sorry uh...uh..."

Oh no, I can't remember her name!

Bo remained awkwardly bowed in silent fear of retribution.

Clara looked at him. She slowly let out a breath. There was still time before class. She hesitated and slowly started walking over to him, showing no signs of being ready to attack.

AI started to be nervous. ~I don't like this.~

Clara made no audible sound. ~I know... neither do I. But before Kaliey shows up I need to try and talk to him.~

Clara stopped just out of skewering distance, and let out a slow breath. "So... your the guy that thinks its the country's government thats after me huh? Look... I don't want my friends getting hurt. It's not like I have a lot of them. You pick a time and place, I'll come willingly and answer your questions. But I'll tell you this now, I'm not a demon. I am human, just with a cyber upgrade."

She started walking away and off to class. "Oh, and if I were you... I'd look up the group ANGST. Look hard enough you'll find some info on them. And if you aren't sure why.. if they gave you a card to contact them with.. hold it up to a black light. You'll see why."

(OOC: Black light will reveal the word ANGST and what is stands for underneath, which is in the ooc thread. If I rember correctly he WAS given a card with a number on it)

Hearing the warning bell go off in the school grounds, this lost student had past his history class four times before realizing that it was his history class. Looking over the school parking lot, he spots to people hanging in one of the trees. `Good thing its not one of the trees of raven-smiting…` He watches one another student with some kind of sword at his side deliberately, by the looks of it, ram himself into the tree. `…Ok. So, students here are somewhat brain dead. Lucky me…` When he regains his wits to apologize to the people, he grabs his sword’s hilt. `…What the hell? Ok, so there brain dead, and like to fight with swords… Maybe it’s not so bad-` *SMACK* Not looking where he was trying to twist the door handle, he had grabbed some short schoolgirl’s breast. She stormed down the hall, leaving behind the fire-red handprint on his face. `…Ouch…that hurt…` He pressed his hand in the place of the red-print-of-embarrassment. When he lifted his hand, the stain was gone. `That’s better, now that fight that was going to happen…` He turned to see what was to happen next, ignoring the tardy bell.

The imposing woman hadn't even flinched in the slightest at his sprint, remaining as placid as he'd ever seen her. As he leaned foreward in his bow, he noticed that the woman had lifted her leg towards him... he then noticed that his bokken was balanced on the toe of her high-heeled shoe. As in... perfectly balanced, and parallel with the floor. He hadn't even seen her move; her current stance was poised and stable.

"No need to apologize this time. Just don't let it touch the floor of my dojo if you want to reach Shodan..." She reached up to tilt her shaded glasses down slightly. Her gaze was piercing, and she still hand't offered her name. "...although I don't recognize you from my class. And I wasn't told of any new arrivals by that name."

Kageko quickly pulled out a card out of an unseen pocket in his gi. "Yes, I have one." he remarked coldly. In truth if what she said turned out to be true then the fact that he hadn't called the people could prove benificial. "Do you know if any of the photography labs don't have a first hour?" he asked to the retreating girl.