Evan's neck was killing her, and her mood was even more deadly. In the past few days, she'd been forced through so many goddamn screening, documenting, and registration processes that it was all becoming a blur of paperwork and waiting times. She'd been printed (the ink was never going to wash off of her fingers, she was convinced) logged into population records, logged into some government records, and had her entire life dug through a million times over by a million different people. And today, oh [i]joyous[/i] day, she'd been forced to endure a plane ride, then a car ride, then a fucking [i]boat[/i] ride to get her to some uppity palace that they called a 'school'. She'd spent the last several hours curled up in a variety of uncomfortable seats trying to get some sleep, something she'd been lacking since her life was uprooted a few days earlier. 
Now, she shuffled through the entryway of a veritable castle, head hung low and tired, the hood of her worn grey hoodie hanging low over her face. A few locks of wavy white hair hung out of her hood and over her chest, clean thanks to the showers that the 'organization' that had taken her provided.
 With cuffed hands she clutched a worn duffel bag to her chest, half-filled with her meagre personal belongings; an extra pair of shoes, a toothbrush, a few pair of socks, an old windbreaker, and her utility knife. She briefly tried to rub her eyes under her sunglasses, having been woken up to get off the boat mere minutes beforehand, but quickly remembered the steel tubes containing her hands. "Precautions." they'd said, when they put them on her. [i]Some good they'll do.[/i]
Once she reached the reception desk, her accompaniment, AKA government grunts A and B, began talking to the person working there. Evan didn't listen, and instead dared a few glances around the room. Pillars, ornate furnishings, the place was dripping with [i]expensive[/i]. She'd never seen anything like it in her life, and honestly, it made her uncomfortable. Uncomfortable and powerless. Worthless, compared to everything here. It was as if the building itself was judging her. She'd far rather be back home in her warehouse with her friends, but thinking about that now just made her sad. 
So, deciding to look down at her old blue sweatpants and dirty black Converse knockoffs instead of looking at the building, she waited impatiently for her excerpts to hurry the hell up and take the damn cuffs off already. 
One of them, affectionately dubbed Grunt A, said something that Evan didn't catch and took her bag away from her. 
"Hey!" she protested, but her complaint fell on deaf ears and her bag was taken away. 
One of her escorts, whom she'd affectionately names Grunt B, glanced to her and said, "Don't worry kid, it's going to your dorm. As well as all of the other belongings that we're [i]graciously[/i] providing you. Try a little gratitude. Cuffs."
Evan grumbled something french and held her hands out, where the man unlocked the cuffs and set her hands free. Evan sighed and rubbed her wrists with blackened fingers, scowling at the ink that wouldn't wash off for a second before she was lead away from the table. 
"Wait, what the hell? Where are we going now?" She questioned. 
"We have to make sure you get to your first class," grumbled Grunt A tiredly, "After that, you're out of our hair, squirt."
Evan had learned to ignore the passive aggression days ago. Instead, she focused on the [i]real[/i] news."Class? You were serious about this thing being a fucking school?" Evan was honestly surprised. She'd never expected honesty. 
"Sure," replied Grunt A, "Whatever helps you sleep at night."
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After a long walk of aggressive remarks from Evan and tired remarks from her escorts, Evan was brought off in what looked to be a solid metal room. After realizing she couldn't turn back and leave, try to find a way home, she simply gave her escorts the finger, shouted "And fuck you too!" and shoved her hands in her hoodie pocket, stalking through the room past a pair of oddly-dressed rich looking types (at least that's what they seemed like, due to the aura they projected as well as Evan being a tad judgemental), and plopping down against a wall, hissing obscenities (both english and french) all the way. Her hood was still up, sunglasses still on, so she looked around the room with disinterest. Well, disinterest that turned very quickly into [i]the fuck did I just see?[/i]
There were not just people here. There were creatures, some that looked human, some that did not. People demonstrating powers, too. She knew she wasn't the only one, hell even Flynn had begun forming a bit of a control over fire after Evan's power manifested, but [i]fuck[/i], she was not expecting this. She also noticed that she was the only one here who wasn't wearing a weird suit. For now she was content to sit curled up against the wall and watch in disbelief, but she knew that it was only a matter of time before she'd be made to do something.