"Understood, sir." Jesse nodded, taking the note and quickly jamming it into his pocket. "Thank you for your help. I'm sure I'll see you again shortly." Jessed stood, giving the man an appreciative though awkward bow. It seemed like the right thing to do at the moment, though it was hard not to feel a little silly. As he left, the thought passed through him, Jesse wondering if John had noticed Charos's presence. That Charos never left Jesse's side, even though he was essentially dismissed. Well if he did, it would probably be brought up in their next encounter, Jesse figured slipping out of the room quickly.

/Exit scenario 10

Scenario 15

Hours passed by since Jesse first arrived and now the details had been taken care of. He was now a student, albeit a rather late one, but a student none-the-less. His room was simple, but an upgrade from the motel room he spent the past few years in. It was a bit of a relief to have the room to himself as well, though having no roommate wouldn't make integrating into this world much easier. Jesse realised he had been pacing back and forth in his room, stopping dead in his tracks. He paced when he was nervous and usually all the process did was enable his anxiety. "I guess I should try to get out there," he reasoned, looking toward the door. Jesse went through his drawer, looking at the few clothes he did have and pulled out a white t-shirt that was stiff from the amount of times he had to bleach the damn thing to get blood stains out and threw it on. '[i]Well, best place to start would probably be the mess hall, eh?[/i]' Jesse shrugged, taking his leave and walking out of the room with a little more swagger, trying to remind himself that everyone here was like him in a way.

Jesse found the mess hall after wandering around for a good, his stomach growling with the ferocity of a tiger by the time that he finally grabbed a meal and sat down. It seemed rather quiet, though it was surprisingly late too. Jesse had never been too good with time and in these types of situations it always showed. He might be pretty damn good at some things, but normal stuff like when one was supposed to eat dinner had always been lost on him. A habit he picked up from working full time outside of high school. You eat whenever you have time with that kind of life.

Jesse ate his sandwich with an absent minded expression across his face, his mind drifting off to his time learning how to control his white magics. An event that still lingered in his mind was shortly after he first summoned Charos. It was right after he lost a man he was trying to save that was shot outside of the motel he lived in. Charos was holding the young man just as he did the girl earlier today, the only difference being that the situation was much more life or death. And that death won that day. Charos did not approve of failure, making sure to make that very apparent to Jesse. He gave Jesse a challenge, one that would decide whether or not Charos would continue to support him. One that Jesse loved and despised Charos for. He had to chop off his own left hand and repair the damage and reconnect the severed limb. Jesse blinked rapidly breaking free of his day dreaming and looked toward his wrist. The jagged scar that ran around his wrist was still there to remind him that it wasn't just a product of his imagination. '[i]Christ I'm a mad man[/i]." he softly smiled, taking another bite of his sandwich.