Vlad had just finished his morning run. As he took off the weighted gloves the strong odor hit him like a back-handed slap. [color=f87217]"Goddamn, this things smell like [i]culo 'e viejo[/i]."[/color] He threw them off to the side, planning to pick them up and wash them later. But before any of that happened he had to wash himself, as he too smelled like [i]culo 'e viejo[/i]. And he couldn't let that be the first impression the freshmen got off him. He had to be clean, fresh, respectable.

After a quick shower, Vlad changed into something a little more formal but still comfortable (and with almost no effect on his mobility). [url=http://www.rustyzipper.com/full/154410-M45655L.jpg]Short-sleeved guayabera[/url] [color=f87217]"[i]Close enough, they won't notice the difference. Also, it's pretty damn hot in here.[/i]"[/color]. Single-gold-barred stitched patch on his right arm. Sleeveless undershirt beneath it. Short drawstring pants. Canvas loafers. Vlad stood in front of a mirror, stared at himself, and felt pleased with his attire. [color=f87217]"[i]That's classy, Vlad. Very classy.[/i]"[/color]

Within a couple of minutes the announcement came out of the speakers: "[i]--ditorium for the freshmen initiation ceremony in thirty minutes. [/i]"

Vlad walked to the auditorium (every time he thought or spoke the word auditorium, that old Elton John song would pass through his mind), and on his way saw some girl being chased. [color=f87217]"[i]Doing good so far. Don't. Get. Involved.[/i]"[/color], and so he kept going his way, doing his best to ignore the hostile athmosphere and anxious freshmen.