What's in the Closet? (CLOSED)

(CLOSED! THIS WAS JUST AN OPENING THREAD FOR Nathaniel 'Lock 'Sinclair

Date - 2/10/Whatever Year this Site is in.
Time - 8:30 A.M.

Click, clickety, click.
The rhythmatic taps of a keyboard echoed throughout the cleaning supply fortress, only the occasional pausing of fingers would allow silence. Through the metal portal known as a 'door' were the sounds of teenagers, children, and even adults scuttling to their classes. However, inside the janitorial heaven known as the supply closet, there was a much-to-comfortable-to-go-class  student. His name was Nathaniel. Nate for short, but he was often referred to as, 'that guy in the closet'. Impressive title, I know. But you wouldn't be complaining if you got to sit on a nice stack of cushions with an amazing wi-fi connection and the scent of lemony fresh everywhere. That on top with getting away with skipping classes. Well, usually at least. Today was one of those unlucky days. The kind where that one teacher that hates you catches you slacking. Well an ear-pull down the hall later ended with a relatively annoyed stalker-boy getting tossed in front of the class for an introduction. Snickers were heard as that one evil teacher smacked him upside the head after he muttered some foul words under his breath. "Well, introduce yourself." The instructor commanded. With a clearing of his throat followed with a star-shaming smile, he obliged. "My name is Nathaniel Sinclair. My hobbies consist of hacking, light-stalking, and admiring the people. May I sit?" The meister turned to the shocked teacher than to the suprisingly more shocked students. "Y-yes." The instructor pointed to a seat, to which Nathaniel sat on with a grin.

With wide eyes Yume had watched the scene. She wasn't going to disobey the teachers by coming late for class like that. She imagined what kind of bad things could happen. She had heard rumors that supplementary lessons were usually done at a cemetery. It sent a shiver down her spine.
'C'mon Yume, it's not that dangerous... Right...?'
She wasn't really paying attention in class anymore, all her focus to whatever was going on in that mind of hers.

Danny was dozing off in the back of the class, his eyes were half closed. His newly adopted cats had kept him awoke almost all night. The fat, grey colored cat named Silver Bun had started meowing at midnight for no reason while the slim, orange colored cat simply named Orange had kept on dropping everything that wasn't already on the floor.

He woke up from his sleep when he heard the loud smack caused by the teacher's hand connecting with a student's head. Danny blinked his eyes and looked what was happening. In front of the whole class was standing VERY odd looking boy.

The boy's introduction was odd as well. It left the whole class and even the teacher silent for a while. After the teacher recovered from his shock, he showed the boy where he could sit. What an odd kid...

Nathaniel sat up straight in his desk with near-perfect posture. His back was straight, hands were folded and eyes were glued to the board. Of course there was the occasional shift of focus when the teacher's lecture started to... bore him. His murky blue eyes scanned the room around him and mental notes were made as he inspected the features of everyone's posture, gender and appearance. Many still seemed incredibly uncomfortable. Mainly because they knew he was staring. No one was brave enough to meet his gaze... Oh well. A few did catch his interest and he made absolute sure to keep them in mind. For the rest of the class he was silent. When they were finally dismissed the meister handed the teacher his student I.D. which explained his reasons for being in the closet as well as his position in the DWMA. He was a professional hacker and computer manager. He quickly snatched his card back and waved to the class, who still as a group were eyeing him. Oh how he loved the attention. "My, my. What a wonderful class you have. Ta-ta for now." the meister bowed to the class and skipped out of the class with a cell phone in hand.