Pheobe pulled her long, red hair back into a pony tail as she walked through the crowd. Growing up in an orphanage, you got use to moving around people, and doing so unseen. Sneaking out of yor parents house, that was easy, compared to sneaking out of an orphanage. She moved around people without barely being noticed. Her mother, who she hadn't ever seen, had told her that she should do all she could to be the best. So, she was here, at this academy. And she would do it. She would become the best. And then, maybe, just maybe, her mother would tell her where she was, or she would know who her father was. Maybe one day, she would know where she came from. 

She sighed, "wistful thinking there pheebs, that's all it is" she muttered to herself, then took a deep breath, making sure she looked okay, and felt okay. She glanced about, seeing that she had come up to the entrance, glass doors. She stared at them, suddenly nervous. "You wanted this. You're here. So suck it up" she once again muttered to herself. She stepped towards the door.

Conner moved quietly through the crowd, not making eye contact with anyone, simply trying
To stay out of anyone's way. Her carried a backpack, inside it the fold-a-blue suit that was the only thing his father had ever given him, in the hopes that he would be More like him. Well, he enjoyed building things, so that was one check. Fighting? Well that's why he was here. He ducked around a group of students, and found the entrance. He saw a girl talking to herself, figured she was new as well. But he didn't go to speak with her