Uncultured
Dreamer/Cynic
Damion Flynn
The building that stood before Damion was extraordinarily large and ornate in it's appearance, and it was a relatively new structure by it's polish and crisp outlook, the architecture and flair of the building suggested that there was a lot of money put into it's construction and Damion wondered to himself how they could afford such a massive and intricate building without squeezing students for money, they couldn't possibly expect him to pay in any case and he doubted such an institution would demand tuition, someone with a lot of money and lot of stake in the population of the mutated was running this place and Damion pondered if it were some hedge fund manager or politician who was secretly a mutant or had family that was mutated.
The windows shined in the mid day sun as if they were clear quartz crystals and the sounds of activity and life were easily audible through the window of the car that slowly pulled to a stop in front of the massive building. It had an air of an institution around it, and Damion's mind flashed back to the boys home that he had lived in so many years ago, he knew this place was much different but even so he couldn't shake his troubled memories as they were jogged to the forefront of his mind. The woman who he had met at the hospital sat in the front passenger seat and an old man sat in the drivers seat, both were quiet people, and the ride had been a silent one, although it wasn't an awkward silence, rather it was a silence that seemed comfortable and natural among three people who didn't mind thinking rather than speaking.
Damion hadn't brought much, he didn't own much to begin with, for the most part his possessions fit into two average sized luggage bags that he had brought with him from the church. Within the bag were clothing, and several other items that he wouldn't leave behind. His laptop was one of them along with several books he hadn't finished yet along with a set of clothing for combat. In the bottom of his bag was a gun, he hoped they wouldn't search the contents of his bag but in any case he doubted he would need it here. It was an insurance measure for fights, in case his powers failed him, he had something to rely on that was purely mechanical in nature.
He opened his door and stepped out onto the white gravel driveway, looking up into the bright sky he felt rejuvenated by the sun and the light which he could now feel coursing through his body. Although he still missed the nun, he felt better than he had in several days, the explosion he had let off in the park a week earlier had dispelled much of his negative emotions and he felt better now than he had since before her death, taking solace in his belief that she resided in a better place now, his emotions now reflected in an aura of light that had started to form around him.
He made his way to the back of the car where the trunk had been popped and he withdrew his two bags, strapping one over his shoulder while rolling the other one with his right hand. His cat had finally awoken and Yin had jumped from the car, and had started stretching out her back, placing her forward paws out on the ground in front of her and stretching out her body to it's full length.
"Do you need me to carry her for you?" asked the woman. "No, she'll follow me" said Damion politely as he closed the trunk with his free hand. The two began to walk towards the main entrance, Damion's mind once again flashed back to the boys home, to the beatings he had given and received, his aura of light dimmed briefly before he once again pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind. "Are you OK?" asked the woman, noting the slight dimming of his aura. "I'll be fine" Damion said stoically. "You know it's alright to talk to people here, especially someone like you who's power is connected to their emotions so tightly" said the woman. "Who said my emotions were connected to my powers?" aske Damion defensively. "Cmon, your not the only one here who's smart, you'll figure that out pretty quickly, it's obvious that your emotions can trigger changes with your powers, with the circumstances that surrounded the incident in the park last week it is very obvious" said the woman, reminding Damion of the detonation his powers had created after Antoinette had died. "Fair enough" said Damion, conceding to the fct that his emotions did indeed connect closely with his powers. "We'll get someone to bring your bags to your room, your dorm is in building four, if you need directions ask any staff members or any of our students, most will be happy to help you around while you get acclimated, right now, until the next meal you should go around and introduce yourself to the other students. Your first stop should be the training hall, you'll be spending a lot of time there" said the woman as she opened the main door for Damion and his cat.
Before he could answer he was greeted by the dimness of the interior of the building and the ornate and old style of the furnishings. His presence caused all of the lights within the immediate vicinity to brighten in a noticeable amount as his energy seeped into the surrounding light sources. "Impressive" said the woman, slightly surprised. "That's nothing" said Damion, slightly annoyed by her patronizing statement. "You're right, it's nothing, but you have potential Damion, you have potential to be something greater than what you ever thought possible, it's hard work always remember that. Head out to the courtyard, from there go around and get used to the place, this is your home now. Go meet some people, make some friends, I'll have a couple guys take these bags over to your room." said the woman.
Damion nodded back to her and took out the pamphlet to the school as he walked away from the woman, his cat in toe, the pamphlet had a map of the school and Damion found the training halls upon the paper map, he wanted to see what his competition was like. "Make some friends, who says that?" he thought to himself with a light chuckle as he made his way towards the training halls.
The building that stood before Damion was extraordinarily large and ornate in it's appearance, and it was a relatively new structure by it's polish and crisp outlook, the architecture and flair of the building suggested that there was a lot of money put into it's construction and Damion wondered to himself how they could afford such a massive and intricate building without squeezing students for money, they couldn't possibly expect him to pay in any case and he doubted such an institution would demand tuition, someone with a lot of money and lot of stake in the population of the mutated was running this place and Damion pondered if it were some hedge fund manager or politician who was secretly a mutant or had family that was mutated.
The windows shined in the mid day sun as if they were clear quartz crystals and the sounds of activity and life were easily audible through the window of the car that slowly pulled to a stop in front of the massive building. It had an air of an institution around it, and Damion's mind flashed back to the boys home that he had lived in so many years ago, he knew this place was much different but even so he couldn't shake his troubled memories as they were jogged to the forefront of his mind. The woman who he had met at the hospital sat in the front passenger seat and an old man sat in the drivers seat, both were quiet people, and the ride had been a silent one, although it wasn't an awkward silence, rather it was a silence that seemed comfortable and natural among three people who didn't mind thinking rather than speaking.
Damion hadn't brought much, he didn't own much to begin with, for the most part his possessions fit into two average sized luggage bags that he had brought with him from the church. Within the bag were clothing, and several other items that he wouldn't leave behind. His laptop was one of them along with several books he hadn't finished yet along with a set of clothing for combat. In the bottom of his bag was a gun, he hoped they wouldn't search the contents of his bag but in any case he doubted he would need it here. It was an insurance measure for fights, in case his powers failed him, he had something to rely on that was purely mechanical in nature.
He opened his door and stepped out onto the white gravel driveway, looking up into the bright sky he felt rejuvenated by the sun and the light which he could now feel coursing through his body. Although he still missed the nun, he felt better than he had in several days, the explosion he had let off in the park a week earlier had dispelled much of his negative emotions and he felt better now than he had since before her death, taking solace in his belief that she resided in a better place now, his emotions now reflected in an aura of light that had started to form around him.
He made his way to the back of the car where the trunk had been popped and he withdrew his two bags, strapping one over his shoulder while rolling the other one with his right hand. His cat had finally awoken and Yin had jumped from the car, and had started stretching out her back, placing her forward paws out on the ground in front of her and stretching out her body to it's full length.
"Do you need me to carry her for you?" asked the woman. "No, she'll follow me" said Damion politely as he closed the trunk with his free hand. The two began to walk towards the main entrance, Damion's mind once again flashed back to the boys home, to the beatings he had given and received, his aura of light dimmed briefly before he once again pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind. "Are you OK?" asked the woman, noting the slight dimming of his aura. "I'll be fine" Damion said stoically. "You know it's alright to talk to people here, especially someone like you who's power is connected to their emotions so tightly" said the woman. "Who said my emotions were connected to my powers?" aske Damion defensively. "Cmon, your not the only one here who's smart, you'll figure that out pretty quickly, it's obvious that your emotions can trigger changes with your powers, with the circumstances that surrounded the incident in the park last week it is very obvious" said the woman, reminding Damion of the detonation his powers had created after Antoinette had died. "Fair enough" said Damion, conceding to the fct that his emotions did indeed connect closely with his powers. "We'll get someone to bring your bags to your room, your dorm is in building four, if you need directions ask any staff members or any of our students, most will be happy to help you around while you get acclimated, right now, until the next meal you should go around and introduce yourself to the other students. Your first stop should be the training hall, you'll be spending a lot of time there" said the woman as she opened the main door for Damion and his cat.
Before he could answer he was greeted by the dimness of the interior of the building and the ornate and old style of the furnishings. His presence caused all of the lights within the immediate vicinity to brighten in a noticeable amount as his energy seeped into the surrounding light sources. "Impressive" said the woman, slightly surprised. "That's nothing" said Damion, slightly annoyed by her patronizing statement. "You're right, it's nothing, but you have potential Damion, you have potential to be something greater than what you ever thought possible, it's hard work always remember that. Head out to the courtyard, from there go around and get used to the place, this is your home now. Go meet some people, make some friends, I'll have a couple guys take these bags over to your room." said the woman.
Damion nodded back to her and took out the pamphlet to the school as he walked away from the woman, his cat in toe, the pamphlet had a map of the school and Damion found the training halls upon the paper map, he wanted to see what his competition was like. "Make some friends, who says that?" he thought to himself with a light chuckle as he made his way towards the training halls.
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