[h1][i][color=7ea7d8]Mason Crawford[/color][/i][/h1][hr]

Mason had enjoyed a carefree morning, and after a week of discovering his abilities, leaving home and enrolling in an academy for metahumans, it was exactly what he needed. He started the day off with his regular hour of yoga, which he had recently missed out on, and it felt fantastic to calibrate his mind and body once more. Working up a sweat, he took a long shower, got dressed and then headed out into the grounds for his morning cigarette.

He spent the rest of the day exploring the campus and acquainting himself with the most important locations. It was going to take a while to learn the layout of the school, but he was beginning to commit things to memory. His only class of the day was "Power Training" with Adam Blackmore, whom Mason remembered from yesterday's speech, and it was due to start in half-an-hour. Not wanting to take any chances with his navigation, he headed for the class early. He didn't want to be late; Blackmore seemed like the strict type. God, he hated this... Playing by everyone else's rules. It was like being back in school... Mason chuckled to himself as he realised that he really [i]was[/i] back at school.

Eventually arriving at the class, Mason was directed towards some locker rooms and given a suit. It was made quite clear that, should he choose not to wear it, he would not be able to participate. Begrudgingly, he headed into a stall and began to change. The outfit was, in so many words, ridiculous. After he had pulled the stretchy material over his body and zipped it shut, he stood before the mirror and sulked. He really did look appalling; the outfit did him no favours. It was lucky that Mason had decided to come in early, because he spent a good twenty minutes battling with himself to leave the stall and face the humiliation that awaited him. He was more than half-tempted to crawl inside the mirror that silently mocked him. 

Focussing on what was important, he unlocked the door and stepped out into the changing room, shoving his belongings into a locker and heading out into the auditorium. He kept his head down; he was here to get his NEST certificate, and that's exactly what he was going to do. Sooner, rather than later. Though there were chairs available, most of the students chose to stand; Mason assumed due to the discomfort of the tight outfits. He followed suit, and listened miserably to Mr. Blackmore's introduction.