Marc arrived on foot at the Primas Learning Centre. He had never bothered to get a driving licence and he couldn't stand public transport. The thought alone almost made his shudder. He could handle the shocking easily as his sense of balance was so good it was nearly impossible for him to fall over, he could handle most of the sound too, thanks to his headphones. The one thing he would not be able to handle was the hygiene of some of the travellers. Regular people often complained about it, but they never had tried travelling with his sense of smell... If you're able to smell the breakfast of every single person in there, just imagine how easy it was to point out someone who had skipped showering and the smell that brought with it. And there were usually quite a few of those on a bus or train...

Instead he tried to focus on enjoying the walk towards his new 'home'. It went rather well, the air was fresh, if you ignored the dog shitting on the other side of the street, he had avoided bumping into anyone and the sun was shining against his back so he wasn't blinded. He entered the common room and was pleased to smell that the PLC was being kept clean enough to avoid being smelly and that the people already in there knew enough about personal hygiene to not smell like hobo's... 

He knew most of them probably were survivors from the war, just like him, and that unlike him they probably had bad experiences with the military and the government and were probably on edge. To look less threatening or suspicious, he took off his hoodie and scarf covering his mouth. He kept his sunglasses on, as the lights in here were bright enough to temporarily blind him if he took them off, and he sat down on one of the chairs. To be honest, he was looking forward to the start of this year. He was amongst people again and hopefully the staff would be able to help him control his powers.