(( JUST TO CATCH UP v LONG POST ))
Maxwell watched Ray leave and gather with a few other people he didn't recognize. As more people started to come, his curiosity of the unknown overwhelmed him. As he started over there, he suddenly stopped after a couple of steps. Hanging his head down, he placed a hand on his stomach. A painful frown appeared as he averted his eyes away from the group. Even though he said he would participate, he just... couldn't. Memories were flooding back to him. Taking his hands away from his stomach, he gripped the handle of his sword tightly, and forcefully turned away. He wasn't going to participate with them, not one bit. Maxwell figured he was developing xenophobia - the fear of the unknown.
Quickly, he rushed back towards his room to grab a coat, only to shield his face. He was not scared of what his new friend would think of him, he was scared of what type of face he would make during the time he sat out. He would do anything to hide that expression. It had only taken a few minutes, approximately seven to get changed. Maxwell, who wore a yukata on his first day here, completely change his look. Slipping on some skinny jeans, an ordinary pair of shoes, and a dark green hoodie, he seemed to blend in with some people here. The look he despised, but Maxwell thought it was necessary.
When he came back, a few people were huddled over by the library. Maxwell's sharp eyes could pin point them -- if they weren't moving too much.
Ray and two others. Haruka seems to be watching as well as... others.
Just as he were trying to remember names, the three people sprinted off. It was hard to tell who they were now. With a gentle sigh, he sat down on the walls of the cafeteria building and turned his head towards this supposed race.
"Maybe next time...," He murmured to himself. "Next time I'll definitely participate..."