A baseball cap was fitted over haphazardly thrown dreads, head tipped and trying to gain some advanced rest, Zhayne honestly wondered how could anyone claim to sleep under such conditions. He had been catching trips from bus to bus, and even planned an elaborate route across states just to make it to the destination, he had money with him if he needed food, but often ignored the temptation when he could in return for being early to his next stop. His ass was as sore as ever as his body slumped over in a rather ill-planned position. He'd claimed vacancy at three Hotels beforehand, it was all his money could afford, but he had boarded more buses than his fingers could honestly count. He was close though he could feel it. If he wasn't such a coward he would probably taken to the skies as some bird, taken some tips from the real masters of travel, and would've have been there much earlier. Who was he kidding though? He'd probably try to transform back, and turn into some type of feathered up freak, like that wouldn't add more insult to injury. He'd thought about just spending the rest of his life without having to resort to his powers, but how fair would that be to someone who he cared for? How fair would it be that he'd constantly need to hide such a thing especially if he didn't have a definite way to control it. He would akin himself to being much like an animal, half driven by instinct, he honestly needed the release that being next to animals gave him, he felt a jolting in his heart when he heard the calls of birds, even the roar of a lion on TV was enough to awaken that inner urge, but he was being held back, he knew that that would be the greatest test for him to overcome, to somehow let his urges swing out of control. All this thinking going on in that head under that cap, and he swore he should have been asleep by now, his eyes were lidded more with doubt than with drowsiness, he had enough of faking sleep, and anyways, someone actually tried to steal something from him just a few days earlier until he came across with that monkey grip and had the thug groaning about his broken wrist while exiting the bus that nearly cost him a ride if someone hadn't spotted what had actually occurred, he was actually happier that no one noticed just how quick his hand was to grab the offender's wrist, to point out any mutation. No, that would have been hell for him. He opened his eyes to the thought of being ripped apart by a mob of bus riders, and then peered out of the window next to him, the bus halted it's approach to the Mansion, while not even near the entrance, but instead outside the gated premises, where hedges covered a seemingly lush landscape.
"Things are already starting to shape up..."
He thought to himself as he gathered his belongings. Small, and few there were only so many things he laid claim to, a few pair of clothing, a toothbrush, the usual. He raised the cap of his hat to the bus driver, who hardly batted an eye at him, as the lofty young man exited the bus. He took a few breaths of air, and could smell that the grass was freshly cut, and that others were probably circulating around campus, everything about a Dog's sense of smell amazed him, but this would probably be his last show of power, he would try to at least walk towards the mansion in a normal fashion. He tipped his cap and little higher, then adjusted the parcel straps on his back to be tighter, he looked more like a hiker than anything. A random human lost, though if he was here it would be apparent that he wasn't. Walking towards what he'd want to describe as a Campus felt like a breeze, it was miles better than sitting in a stifling hot bus, with a bunch of peeved passengers who would do well to steal your seat if only for a second. In fact, seeing other people, young adults his age, mingling, laughing, enjoying themselves, it brought something of a smile to his face, and he was eerily reminded of High School. He wondered just how easy or difficult it would be for him to make friends. It wasn't long till he somehow navigated his way to the entrance door, finding that students walked left and right in the corridor, and he ambled through crowds like he had no home training. A part of him was feeling ashamed that he had no idea just what to do with himself, or where to go, and he couldn't just sit anywhere and expect someone to come up to him. At this point he wanted to transform into some lost puppy, and hope some poor soul would take the hint. His dark brown eyes averted to the Mansion above, the sun seemed to hit right above his cap meaning he could keep those brown orbs on the beautiful structure. It was more imperative to get a look at where he would be staying than actually getting a clue about where he was supposed to be going. To add to things, he felt anxious about asking for help, others tend to look down on people who can't help themselves. There was no other choice from here than to enter the actual Mansion, if it was beautiful on the outside it had to be on the inside, and Zhayne certainly was impressed. It looked much more immense than it seemed on the outside, He was already sort of over-glamorizing it, and figured that he would probably hate walking around once he got sick of the classes he'd be scheduled to take, though Zhayne rarely ever had a reason to hate something, and couldn't find it here.
He was turning around trying to take it all in. His slipped his parcel off his shoulder and finally went to put his hat back inside the confines of the bag. While he had no means to show his powers just yet, he could already tell that people were comfortable using their powers here, a comfort he never really had, it made his mind burn with the possibilities he could achieve, and he finally understood the idea behind being next to other mutants. He decided at that moment that this could be an experience he could never forget, even with all the hate outside, here it felt like the safest smallest place in the world. A small smile seemed to come to his lips at this realization, but there was still the matter of where to go, who to talk to first, Zhayne was never big on being a conversation starter, and everyone seemed busy doing something much more important than helping a new student out, he failed to register simple words and ask for help. He was growing a bit disappointed in his inability to communicate, he was probably older than a good majority of the students here, and yet he was faltering like a newly enrolled middle schooler. It felt awkward, more than he cared to want to feel as he walked around, towering over students, probably somewhat menacing to others. He was still in the entrance hallway, walking around trying to look like he was doing something worthwhile, and not appear like a lost child looking for their parent, he even tried a few unsuccessful attempts at looking at schedules, only to find that the information helped him learn nothing. He ran a hand through his head and mumbled a few short, curt words.
"Why can't I just ask for help?..."