The Impala pulled into the parking lot and shut of, music along with it. Marc stepped out and took a look around. It wasn't very busy, but the college had a homely and welcoming manner, or the campus did at least , he wasn't sure about the classes. Marc took a deep breath, breathing in the air of his new home for the next four years before medical school. After all, he was following his parent's footsteps. It wasn't against his will, no, he loved neuroscience and everything that came with it. So, when he was a first year in highschool he chose medical studies as his pre-requisit. 
Marc walked into the boy's dorm, looking at the simple decorations which added to the homely manner, which generally was what a dorm should do. He walked up to the receptionist and got his key for room, 655, and headed up to check it out. He arrived to a flood of black, white, and expensive decour. [i] Well , it's a it much, but it's home. I should go grab my stuff.[/i] Marc ran down to his car and began taking boxes up to his room, and when the last box had been brought up. [i] First things first, my blades. [/i] Marc picked up the box labeled 'ceramonial' and flicked out his karambit, cutting the tape down the middle in one quick slash. He the. Pulled out several blades for eskrima and kendo that were used in ceremonies. He took out a cloth rag made for cleaning blades and wiped them down after applying some oil. Once they gleamed even more he proceeded to mount them on the wall above the twin bed that the room had been providing. He then proceeded to place the rest of his home warming items around the apartment. When he was done the room seemed a little less overwhelming. He sat down on his bed and pulled out a box of caramels and popped one in his mouth, waiting for his seemingly extra agent roommate.