[center][color=aba000]Orlan Price - Beacon Academy Ballroom - Tuesday, Sunrise[/color][/center]

As the light of the sun began to grace the world anew, Orlan's eyes popped open suddenly. Remaining comepletely still for moment, he examined his surroundings before recalling that he had finally made it to Beacon. Anxiety and excitement over the coming initiation scoured the weariness from his muscles and he sat with a grin. From what he saw, he was one of the first awake, if not currently the only one in the room.

Trying to make as little noise as possible, Orlan starts to prepare for the day ahead. From his bag, he pulls on a simple long-sleeved brown shirt. Covering his left forearm and the sleeve beneath went Aegis, the polished quartz sparkling as it catches the morning's rays. More armor went on over the shirt, but it was generally lightweight and nowhere near as flashy as Aegis. His thick jacket covered his back, shoulders, and arms, but he leaves the front open. This left some of the armor on his chest and the glint of Aegis on the back of his hand as his only visible protection. Finally, he secures Axios to his hip on his right, and a pouch of ammunition on his left. Thus armed, he quietly packs his remaining things back into his bag.

Slinging the pack over his shoulder, Orlan exits the room silently only to lean against the wall just outside. He didn't want to wake the others, but he also did not want to be far from them when the announcement came.