[center][h1]Charles Gannon[/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/f7a52924-45f7-4461-9cc1-2da203722ff6.jpg[/img][/center][hr][center][h2]Location: Ashford Institute[/h2][/center][hr][center][h3]Interactions & Mentions: Self, [@Almalthia], [@Damo021] [/h3][/center][hr][hr]

[hider=Arrival Sunday]
As they drove up to the gate Charles turned to the driver. [color=yellow]”So what now? Who do I report to?”[/color] They had not said much since the diner.

“I don’t know kid...my job was to get you here and well...you're here. I don’t even know if they know you’re coming. There wasn’t much time.” The driver sounded as if he could have been reading off a grocery list. In truth, he had a job to do and it was done.

Charles exited the car and grabbed the case. Standing straight, he walked with purpose towards the security camera. Looking straight into, [color=yellow]“My name is Charles Gannon. I am here to enroll at this school.”[/color]

There was a faint click as the gate swung inward, just as a voice came out of an intercom. “We have been expecting you. Proceed to the dorm on the right second floor room 21. I am told everything you need will be waiting for you.”

[color=yellow]”Thank you.”[/color] A short response, no more than necessary. Charles quickly took in his surroundings and chose the quickest walking path. Then formally as if marching, with straight back and eyes forward, walked directly to the room without a further glance. He had been given instructions, and until he knew more of what to expect here, he planned to follow them exactly.

When Charles got to the room the door was open and a simple note reading “Welcome Mr. Gannon” was on the handle. He walked in, surprised at the size of the room. It had two beds and desks. Obviously it was designed with a roommate situation in mind. On one of the desks was a small stack of textbooks, an itinerary, a map, and a second note stating “You are free to roam the campus as you wish. Classes start tomorrow. For now, you have been assigned basic courses until a full assessment of your education can be determined.” Charles noticed there was no signature on either note. Also, there was no evidence of a roommate.

The rest of the day he acquainted himself with the school, walking purposefully but not talking to anyone as he witnessed the others doing. [i]This is different, other than with the Doctor's you never talked outside of projects.[/i] This had been ingrained in him for as long as he could remember. The constant drone of the cafeteria had him unsettled. This whole place had him unsettled for that matter. It was chaos incarnate to his mind, but until he received new instructions he was going to have to make the best of it.
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[hider=Monday]
The sun was not yet up when Charles got out of bed, nor would it rise before he had showered, dressed, and eaten. He wore what he thought was right for studies; black jean slacks, a simple blue t-shirt, and a white lab coat all topped off the red Converse sneakers.  He proceeded through the day as if it was not any different than he had always known. It was different of course, lawless chaos surrounded him at every turn. Most of the other students seemed to be distracted in class, talking or passing notes when they thought the teacher was not looking. For him classes were either beneath him or utterly boring; perhaps this was the case for them as well. The others students gave him odd looks which he attributed to be new and imagined himself looking at them the same way. That is until lunch time when he realised no one else wore lab coats. This, of course, he fixed by rolling up his sleeves. 

After lunch, Charles spent most of his time watching the other students and how they interacted. As the other students freely talked between classes, making plans and seemingly deciding their own path, he realised he could not make any sense of it. He wanted to but he could not grasp the variables. Jealousy welled up in him. He had never had that. By the end of the day, he had decided to learn what that feels like.
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[hider=Tuesday (The Prank)]
[i]May the sun never rise before you are ready to meet it.”[/i] That was the phrase Dr. Gourley used to condition him to develop a morning routine. Charles reminded himself of that as tedious boredom made it harder to get out of bed. He saw no progress or necessity in this course work, but he would trudge through it until this “evaluation” happened and he could progress to higher studies. He had decided to forgo the lab coat today picking out khaki slacks, a red t-shirt, and a white dress shirt left unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows. He kept the red Converse mainly because it was not just his only pair of shoes but it reminded him of his favorite television character.

Trudging through the monotony of the day, he had a plan to spice things up a little. If the other students wanted to laugh he would make that happen. Besides he needed something to break up the boredom. The last class of the day would be perfect and if he timed it right the least disruptive. Professor Everose was going over noble gases and if you did not understand them in the first minute you never would.  

Charles had to sense the molecules in order to manipulate. He could feel every microscopic square nanometer as he entered the classroom. He could feel the similarities and identify precisely where each atom was as long as he had studied it. He had never really studied biology or anatomy to be able to understand it though; still he felt something usually familiar enough to tell you who it was. This time, there was one person in the room that felt different. Curious he looked over at the short red head, she felt different in a way he may never understand. He went on to his seat. He could not figure it out right this moment and the class was only an hour long.

Searching throughout the classroom for every trace of Helium he could find. Slowly, he gathered the element together. He could hear Professor Everose talking and half listened so as not to arouse suspension. [i]Was she watching me?[/i] He asked himself as he thought maybe the Professor's eyes had stopped on him a little longer, but she kept lecturing. By the time he had enough gathered there was little time left in the class. He had been holding it all at floor level. Once released the whole room should get a quick burst of Helium changing their voices for a brief yet hilarious moment. Professor Everose was going into her recap, it was now or never. Releasing the gas the Professor's voice hit that high pitched squeak that so often accompanies breathing Helium. A cacophony of high pitched chuckles, snort, and laughs mixed with expletives fill the room for a brief moment. The bell sounded as the sounds reached a normal register. As Charles quickly made his way to the door he noticed some of the students casting accusatory looks at a blonde with streaks of pink coloring in her hair. 
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[hider=Wednesday Morning classes] 
[right]5:00am - 10:00am[/right]
The familiar morning routine was not as tedious today. Charles had released, at least, some of the tension of boredom and was anxious to see if he should do it again. Only time will tell at this point and there was no sense in denying it. He was going to get caught eventually. 
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