[h1]Damian Alexander-Ahote Mallory[/h1]

"Yeah, well, most guy's aren't as cool as I-Shit," Alex had attempted to put his hand on the railing to strike a semi-cool pose, but his hand slipped and he ended up slamming his side into the solid rod of metal that was there to keep him safe. To his credit, he took it like a man, simply letting out a low breath as he rose back up, trying to act as if nothing had happened. When the small red head thanked him for his gesture, he gave a slight nod, not wanting to aggravate his side by actually speaking. He smiled again, this one being more genuine as he was glad to see something he invented help someone out, even if it was only for a little bit, as he was soon scrabbling to catch the complex piece of machinery as the girl tossed it to him. Signing him off with a good-bye and a promise to talk again before heading off in the direction of the other students to the school. 

Alex waited a little bit till she was out of sight, then let out a long breath, feeling the anxiety flow right out of him. That had been his first conversation with someone close to his age in years, and tat had been when he was in middle school. He had been afraid that he wouldn't be able to connect with others properly due to his perceived gap in mental maturity, but it seemed that wasn't the case. Turning his eyes towards the water, he couldn't help but let his sight drift over to his prosthetic arm. 

[i]Six years . . . I still can't believe it's been so long.[/i]

Raising up the wrapped limb, he couldn't help but feel the weigh of what he'd lost way down on him. He had been robbed of his youth, of his friends, and had almost been robbed of his family if the stories of how many times his father had overworked himself over those years were even close to true. All because of some group of crazy scientist deciding they wanted to play with people's lives. He knew that he should be glad that he was even alive, and that not many people got this second chance, but every so often, he couldn't help but think of what had been done to him, and be overcome by his anger and despair. Without a word, he slammed his metal arm down on the railing, denting the metal as he looked off into the horizon. 

"Huh . . . I never thought I'd miss being able to cry." He whispered to himself, shaking slightly with barely contained emotion before he swallowed it down, pushing it deep down inside of himself like he'd been doing for nearly two years now. He didn't want to deal with these thoughts right now, so he simply ignored them for now. Turning around, he joined with the last vestiges of the students walking off the boat, taking a few deep breaths in order to calm himself down, anchoring himself once again in the present. He didn't want to have a panic attack in on the first day of school, or any day for that matter, and the best way to get one was to remind himself of past events. By the time the Head Mistress began speaking, he had gained control of himself once again, taking note of everything she said with a shrug of his shoulders. It was about what he expected, they were here to help him, and if he broke the rules, they'd be the one to kick him in the ass for trying to pull any stunts while they were watching. He wasn't likely to get in much trouble as long as he kept his cool, so he was certain he had nothing to worry about in accordance to discipline.

Once they were all dismissed to the cafeteria, Alex quickly got himself one big piece of ham, a few baked potatoes, broccoli . . . and at least 5 things of ice cream. Within a half an hour minutes, it was all gone, Alex sucking off the last of the juices from his fingers as he patted his stomach, feeling very satisfied with his meal selection, especially the desert, which he thought was to die for. Once that was taken care of, he made his way to the Reception Hall, spending another few minutes in line before he was given his room number and the name of his roommate, a guy by the name Mickey Keahl. The thought of roommates caused Alex to sigh, as he knew that it'd mean having to deal with people possible gawking at his arm, and probably worse, asking him about the scars. The entire scenario was already giving him a headache.

Alex dropped by his room, throwing his stuff on a random bed he claimed as his( with a hi-tech number lock on his luggage to keep them from getting any ideas in case they were one of the delinquent types. He didn't like to think that way anoyr others before he met them, but he'd rather feel guilty for now than feel pissed off later if it actually happened. After that, he waited for a grand total of 6 minutes for jus partner to show, though he did leave a holographic note on one if the other beds. The note simply read: 'Got board, went to explore the school, see you later, -Alex.' He ended the message with a gif of him exiting out the door with a wave and the phrase "Nice to meet cha!" drop down in bright bubble letters. 

Alex had left for the Student Lounge, wanting to see who else he could talk to, maybe even see that short red head chick again. She seemed nice and cu-No, nope, that thought's been shut down. [I]I need to focus on making friends, nit getting caught up in my own damn hormones. Just be chill, be nice, and don't over-think things.[/i] With that in mind, Alex took a deep breath, than went off to mingle with the populace.

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