An SUV pulled up, stopped in front of Primas, and the passenger door opened. Vance stepped out, keeping his hands close to his body. Unknown to the driver, Vance had created a small knife that he kept concealed under his wrist, just in case. Everything that he had been through had conditioned him not to trust people easily. This place, though, this 'school', sounded like a sanctuary for people like him.

The blue energy knife that was concealed under his wrist slowly vanished as he calmed down. At least now that he was out of the car, he could run if necessary, but thankfully it wasn't. He tossed the driver a few bucks for the ride, nodding in thanks as the car drove away. 

He looked up at the school. At first, he didn't believe it. He had seen too many movies as a kid, and it had him believing that he would be approaching a glorious mansion with all of the amenities, probably led by some bald guy in a wheelchair, but this was far from it. It looked run down, like an abandoned hospital.

[i]"It is what it is"[/i] he thought to himself. Sighing softly as he adjusted the pack that was slung over his shoulder, walking towards the building. 

He opened the front door, which led to the offices, it was eerily quiet. He started to approach a door, when he heard voices coming from further down the hall. Slowly approaching, he opened the door to the common room, peeking inside before entering, it was that damn paranoia again. When he saw people around his age standing there, talking, he fully opened the door and walked in. Not one to interrupt, he kept his distance from them, though his guard was lowering. He'd half expected an ambush from government officials.