His powers were interesting.

He noted this as he skated down the street, passing by Farview Hall - his previous place of rest. After the little...'power fiasco', Orion had decided to move into the lab, for quite a few reasons. For one, he could practice his powers, in peace, there without anyone bothering him or pissing themselves. Secondly, the professor didn't bother him, and he didn't bother the professor. It was a nice deal. Thirdly, there was quite a few rooms in the labs, one room in particular being rather interesting; it was an exercise room, and after he dusted it out, it turned out to be rather useful and efficient. He could stretch his telekinetic powers there as well as train his physical form. Good in every way. However, he had spent the previous night at a...'friend that was also a girl's' place deeper into the campus, which is why he had to haul all of his ass down to the Cafe to meet with the others.

As he skidded along the street on his black and white skateboard, sparks flying as the young man expertly hit an olly over a rolling trashcan, Orion quickly spared a glance around. No one was around. Great. A smirk twitched onto his face, and with a mental twitch, Orion was literally flying through the air, a grin on his face as he did a nimble backflip through the air, his skateboard staying perfectly in-line with his feet. He landed lightly back on the board, his telekinesis keeping the skatting instrument flying through the air as he quickly made it to the entrance of the cafe. Before anyone could notice, Orion landed on the ground, behind some bushes, with a minor crash that broke his board in half.

"Eh, whatever." He whispered, still under the adrenaline rush from his minor power-flight. Taming his long, spiky, and rather feathery hair, Orion dusted dirt off of his jeans and converse before quietly going around to the front of the cafe, and opening the door. The bell alerted others of his entrance, and Orion ducked into the small shop, crystal blue eyes gazing around calmly. The young man wore his usual college clothing; slim jeans, black and white Chuck Taylor sneakers, and an untucked white dress-shirt with a black, unbuttoned blazer over it. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, showing the black tattoo of a crow stretching along his right forearm.

"Hey." Orion greeted, mostly out of necessity, the door closing behind him, almost subconsciously. It was a training technique him and the scientist professor man worked out a few days ago. If he affected things telekinetically, without even thinking or consciously doing it, his powers would grow stronger. Like a muscle.