Gabriel Ambrose Davinte. That name haunted him everywhere he went. He was named for an angel. He laughed at that thought, if only his mother had known. Currently, Ambrose found himself just arrived on an island, that supposedly housed a school, that supposedly carried people that were alike him. That had seemed strange to him, until he had taken a moment and looked around. There actually were other people that were like him. They hid it well, but he had learned to pick out un-human things. That, and people seemed to want to pick at his mind. It bothered him that people were so anxious to know about him, and he had no actual defense to stop them, aside from attacking them. Casting his thoughts aside, Ambrose grabbed his few suitcases of things, and started on his way to the school.
As Ambrose stepped up to the school, he noticed a few things. First, he noticed that the school was huge. Second, he noticed that it was fairly active. Thirdly, he noticed that he had completely forgone the map he was given, in order to navigate around the maze of a place he found himself in. Sighing, he dropped his bags and rooted around in one for his map. Finding it among his piles of clothes, he pulled it out and unfolded it, gawking at the sheer size of the place. He knew it was big, but he hadn't expected it to be that big...
Ambrose put away the map, content with the directions he needed, and now sure of where to go. He navigated through the vast hallways and lobbies of the school, before finding himself in front of a door reading 'Admissions Office'. Ambrose knocked on the door, and waited a small while for a response. After hearing none, he tried for the handle, and was surprised and glad when it gave way to the turn and the door opened smoothly. He was afraid for a second he had arrived at the wrong time...
As he stepped into the small, tidy office, Ambrose was greeted by the sight of a suited woman, somewhat young in age. She un-interestidly asked for his name.
"Ambrose." he would reply, hoping to get by on just his preferred name. She promptly replied, in quite a snarky manner, that she would need his full name.
"Gabriel Ambrose Davinte" he would reply, after grumbling slightly under his breath. The woman turned her attention to a computer, before handing him a paper with his information on it. She pointed out his room number, when he'd start classes, and what classes he'd have. After doing that, she'd give him mediocre directions and send him on his way. Ambrose took a moment to relay the information that had just been rushed his way, and he took a few more moments to examine the paper he had just been handed. He folded the paper, putting it in his pocket, and started off towards the dorms. Hopefully, he'd finally catch some sleep here, and hopefully the beds were soft. He was tired of sleeping on nothing but concrete. He felt like he hadn't slept in forever and a half.
As Ambrose stepped up to the school, he noticed a few things. First, he noticed that the school was huge. Second, he noticed that it was fairly active. Thirdly, he noticed that he had completely forgone the map he was given, in order to navigate around the maze of a place he found himself in. Sighing, he dropped his bags and rooted around in one for his map. Finding it among his piles of clothes, he pulled it out and unfolded it, gawking at the sheer size of the place. He knew it was big, but he hadn't expected it to be that big...
Ambrose put away the map, content with the directions he needed, and now sure of where to go. He navigated through the vast hallways and lobbies of the school, before finding himself in front of a door reading 'Admissions Office'. Ambrose knocked on the door, and waited a small while for a response. After hearing none, he tried for the handle, and was surprised and glad when it gave way to the turn and the door opened smoothly. He was afraid for a second he had arrived at the wrong time...
As he stepped into the small, tidy office, Ambrose was greeted by the sight of a suited woman, somewhat young in age. She un-interestidly asked for his name.
"Ambrose." he would reply, hoping to get by on just his preferred name. She promptly replied, in quite a snarky manner, that she would need his full name.
"Gabriel Ambrose Davinte" he would reply, after grumbling slightly under his breath. The woman turned her attention to a computer, before handing him a paper with his information on it. She pointed out his room number, when he'd start classes, and what classes he'd have. After doing that, she'd give him mediocre directions and send him on his way. Ambrose took a moment to relay the information that had just been rushed his way, and he took a few more moments to examine the paper he had just been handed. He folded the paper, putting it in his pocket, and started off towards the dorms. Hopefully, he'd finally catch some sleep here, and hopefully the beds were soft. He was tired of sleeping on nothing but concrete. He felt like he hadn't slept in forever and a half.