[i][u]Red Winston[/u][/i]

Red followed Nikki and Amanda, content that the latter listened to his plead and got serious for once. In the end, Amanda proved to be more okay than Red though at first. Maybe his previous misfortunes, caused by his own arrogance made him a little too strict with others. He took a note to himself to apologize to Amanda later.

The Administration building was steadily crowding with people, who have either found their rooms, or were still waiting for their own turn. Once again, tons of useless info gathered at Red's head, making him sick. He once again cursed inside his head, his hatred for crowd burning anew. With all the chatter, he didn't notice the Valos family inside the room. Actually, he didn't notice anyone at all. He was entirely focused on storing the gibberish he was hearing into his thrash can rooms. That was the main reason that he didn't greet a single familiar face and rushed to the reception.

"Jared Winston, first year. I would like to know my room and roommate please."

The receptionist gave him a key and a note, with his roommate's name apparently written inside. He was hoping that he could share the room with Nikki, whom he knew better that anyone else around, but didn't know that the Academy, or any academy, permitted sharing a room with a person of the opposite gender. However, the name in the note was equally satisfying to Red, too.

[i]"Jake Valos. If my memory is right and it is always, it's the eldest of the Latin-American family, the ones I first talked to since coming here. Isn't the world a small place?"[/i]

Red was finally concerned of his surroundings, trying to spot Jake between some other faces, familiar and not. He finally spotted him, along with the rest of the Valos family, also witnessing a sight he wouldn't expect. Gabe was apparently heading to the fellow smoker he was sitting with in the Cafeteria.

[i]"Reclutant, her stride not normal. She is pressing her palms with the fingers and her gaze is indifferent. If I had to guess, she is sharing a room with the little hoodie over there and is going to speak to her. Jake is looking at her too, so he should be the one encouraging her to do so. Well, I guess I should go over there and enjoy the upcoming humorous scene with my new roommate."[/i]

Red went to where Jake was, his hand extending.

"I smoke and I can be awake for many hours during the night. Also, you may find me standing motionless from minutes to hours, don't freak out. I figured that since we will be roommates, you should know my bad habits! But whatever the case, it is a pleasure that I get to share a room with you, Jake!"

[i][u]Christopher Fox[/u][/i]

Chris proccessed what Henry said, while eating his favorite french fries, which he spiced with mayonnaise. He was troubled with Henry's response about his possible roommate. He didn't tell him yet that he couldn't properly use his powers, so Henry should have in mind that he should be at his full potential. Yet Henry asked him to tell him if he had trouble with this guy, Valjean. Considering that, once, he and Henry were on par, the fact that Henry would say something like this could only mean one thing: [i]This guy is strong and most probably dangerous[/i].

Chris didn't want to mingle with someone dangerous from the start, not because he was afraid, but because it could cause trouble. Of course, he wouldn't even consider calling Henry if something happened. He wouldn't dare involving his dearest friend in his own mess. So, he just decided to meet Valjean himself and deal with him when the time came. After all, he was confident that he could take care of himself, even with his missing arm. Of course, he needed to solve the two major problems he had: His power limitations and his pitiful body condition. He would be happy to improve both this year, but that was optimistic thinking. That's when Valjean slammed the Cafeteria doors open and headed out. For a fact, his age seemed to match Chris' which made him wonder if the douchebag that just left was indeed Valjean. He would ask Henry, but decided not to open a conversation about it and find out after finishing his food.

He finished his food and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief. He wished he could eat some steak too, but it would require him cutting it and that was impossible with his arm missing. Asking someone else to do so would be shameful, so he had to cope with not eating steak. Chris turned to Henry and said:

"I'm following your lead. By the way..." he paused and pressed Henry's nose, a habit he had from when they were kids, then continued "...since when did I let you worry about me? I can take care of myself from any Val-what-kind-of-name-is-that-anyway-jean. You worry about me returning to the Arena and handing it to you." he joked and stood from his chair.