Another day in paradise.
The room was dark. It couldn't have been later than five in the morning on that warm September day. A slice of sunlight slipped in through a crack in the curtains on the only window, passing through one of many glass bottles standing about and casting a taupe glow on the carpeted floor. The room was simply furnished, holding each a pair of single beds, wardrobes and desks mirroring each other on each side of the window. It was moderately sized - an old hospital room, meant for two plus staff, and had been repurposed as a dorm room.
Sif rubbed his eyes, casting a spinning head about, trying to remember why he was there. It took a few moments for him to remember coming to the PLC the day before. He was a day early, but that suited everyone just fine, including himself; he'd have rather spent the night under a roof for a change, and the staff probably had special instructions to keep tabs on him. He was there under court order, and he had learned he would have to check in with the office several times a day to report his whereabouts. It was annoying as all hell.
Of course, he had also been issued a prohibition from any alcohol or narcotics, but he could only putter around the campus for so long before he could no longer resist walking into the town - more of a village, really - of Colkirk and picking up a six pack from its one and only liquor store. He doubted anyone would find out, as long as he made sure to get rid of the evidence.
There were several clinks of glass as Sif rose, kicking the bottles under his bed. He was still in his clothes, jacket and boots, following his usual routine of falling back against whatever he was using as a pillow and drinking until he fell asleep. Despite the hour, he was ready as ever to greet the day. He never got much sleep at his age, anyway. He could take his time getting cleaned up, maybe do a good shave, watch the other freaks trickle in. Maybe meet his roommate, if he was assigned one. After all, it was the first day of school.