Dante stopped in his tracks. Beyond the door, the official start to his new life. He felt as if the feeling should make some old scars scream in reminiscent pain; however, he lacked any scars on the body, no matter how much damage those bullets inflicted upon his flesh and muscle. Snow had greeted his arrival, but he had brought his black coat. They warned him the paper work he was going to have to work out, but he wondered how far behind he would be considered. He had been home schooled for the past two years, if you called it home schooling. He was glad to be rid of that pesky tutor.
Bracing himself, he stepped into the admission offices. Without hesitation, they consumed the next hour of his time with menial tasks, paper work, more paper work, such and such that Dante felt an headache coming already. Towards the end, he waited in a chair by the entrance. They needed to make a phone call to confirm one thing... and the wait irked him. He released a sigh, and waved. He decided he had enough of this. Stepping out into the hallway, he scanned his surroundings. So this was going to be his new stomping grounds. He really didn't know what to make of that.
Bracing himself, he stepped into the admission offices. Without hesitation, they consumed the next hour of his time with menial tasks, paper work, more paper work, such and such that Dante felt an headache coming already. Towards the end, he waited in a chair by the entrance. They needed to make a phone call to confirm one thing... and the wait irked him. He released a sigh, and waved. He decided he had enough of this. Stepping out into the hallway, he scanned his surroundings. So this was going to be his new stomping grounds. He really didn't know what to make of that.