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<blockquote data-quote="Vanifae" data-source="post: 4371291" data-attributes="member: 58765">Arun, though he usually goes by Nick sighs looking at the monstrous size of the Institute.&nbsp; The distance from home didn’t concern him, if one could call moving every two years or so a home; but the sheer magnitude of what he had lost in the last year… and then gained.&nbsp; A green duffel bag, owned by his father when he was in the American service, is casually placed over his shoulder.&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; Well there are young cute girls here, so this place can’t be all bad.&nbsp; I don’t quite like having to share a bunk with someone, but I can get pass that.&nbsp; I wonder what the food is like?&nbsp; Man I am hungry, I guess I really am a black hole.&nbsp; Food, I need food. Maybe I should meet people first, but I do like food.&nbsp; Maybe I can meet people while I am getting food?&nbsp; Or maybe I should find the boy’s dorm… wait, maybe I should find the girl’s dorm first… yeah then food.&nbsp; Okay priorities are set… wait where am I?&nbsp; Crap have I been walking around invisible again?&nbsp; Note to self… stop getting distracted.&nbsp; Man I am hungry.&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; The area near Clover warps and shifts as light bends back to reveal a tall dark skinned boy with curly hair, a confused smile and soft brown eyes.&nbsp; He wears a tight black work out shirt under a white tank top and casual shorts with Birkenstocks.&nbsp; Nick smirks, “Did that punching bag owe you some money?”&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; What was I thinking about again? Nick thinks to himself.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Vanifae, post: 4371291, member: 58765"] Arun, though he usually goes by Nick sighs looking at the monstrous size of the Institute. The distance from home didn’t concern him, if one could call moving every two years or so a home; but the sheer magnitude of what he had lost in the last year… and then gained. A green duffel bag, owned by his father when he was in the American service, is casually placed over his shoulder. [i]Well there are young cute girls here, so this place can’t be all bad. I don’t quite like having to share a bunk with someone, but I can get pass that. I wonder what the food is like? Man I am hungry, I guess I really am a black hole. Food, I need food. Maybe I should meet people first, but I do like food. Maybe I can meet people while I am getting food? Or maybe I should find the boy’s dorm… wait, maybe I should find the girl’s dorm first… yeah then food. Okay priorities are set… wait where am I? Crap have I been walking around invisible again? Note to self… stop getting distracted. Man I am hungry.[/i] The area near Clover warps and shifts as light bends back to reveal a tall dark skinned boy with curly hair, a confused smile and soft brown eyes. He wears a tight black work out shirt under a white tank top and casual shorts with Birkenstocks. Nick smirks, [b]“Did that punching bag owe you some money?”[/b] [i]What was I thinking about again?[/i] Nick thinks to himself. [/QUOTE]

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