He had been told that he was going to get to the academy by bus, but this was quite a surprise. Could they afford such a luxury ride? Perhaps this school, PITY, was more well off than they let on. Well, it was supposed to be prestigious school after all, wasn't it? Casper quickly found home next to a window and dove back into his game, his headphones playing various kinds of music on a moderate volume. It was quite hard to place the boy's tastes as they varied drastically depending on mood. When he was sad or low, he'd listen to something aching to that emotion while happier more action packed songs would accompany his more upbeat stages. 

His bag, together with everyone else's, was thrown into the bottom of the bus. Casper could never be considered a very material person but he was always plastered to his music player and game console. One could say that they were the two items he actually cared about. His clothes which were all packed into the bag were rather plain and simple. He didn't [i]only[/i] wear 'emo' inspired outfits. He also wore typical t-shirts and sometimes tried to be more colourful with various brightly coloured bracelets. Sometimes he wore a knitted hat to keep his hair of his eyes and his personality was a lot more colourful than his shy demeanour would let on. 

A full hour passed and the boy didn't interact with anyone else. Perhaps it was a good idea to have done so but he chose the easier path. He would probably be paired up with someone in a room either way so it could wait. After the bus stopped, something that came after [i]three[/i] whole bumps by armed security, the group could finally get off. Finally, it was getting really tight in there. One would think that being on a luxury ride didn't get old but when you're all by yourself, surrounded by other people you don't know, it feels less comfortable. Who was he to complain, though. One guy actually looked [i]blind[/i]. He was probably less comfortable. Imagine being packed together within bunch of strangers you can't even see. 

Upon stepping into the assembly hall, Casper noticed how the group's bags had been taken to their respective rooms. Well, that was one thing to keep his mind off of. Quite the service, he had to admit. The finally dressed man addressing the assembly would however put a damper on the experience. He was rather boring, honestly. Everything he went through was one promise after the other and the only thing Casper cared about was getting his incredibly annoying power in check. It was getting in the way all the time and it was only a matter of time before he'd accidentally hurt someone. Professor Alan Portwood, he wasn't [i]so[/i] bad. He was just a tad dry. After you've heard one principle telling you why their school is so excellent, you've heard them all. 

This man was the end of this scene. The assembly moved out and towards the reception area where they would be given their room numbers and roommates. A woman stood behind a desk and turned to the young man currently standing there. She had some documents ready and handy for when she spoke. "Mason Crawford!" She exclaimed, peeking out into the group of people sitting below the stage. She seemed a bit lost, honestly. 

[i]'Mason...was that the guy with the same and the dungarees?'[/i] Casper examined the young man further and that was indeed him. 

"You're in 139, and lucky you! You get the whole room to yourself. Have a nice day, Mason!" The woman continued. Oh, people could actually be put in a room by themselves? That sounded a lot safer than the alternative but was it the best outcome? Probably not. Casper knew that he needed to work on his social skills and being able to deal with a roommate was essential. His life had been very hard to lead due to his social anxiety and if he wanted to put a lid on it, he would have to give others a chance. It was something he had put off for a very long time. "Next!" She continued as Casper stepped up. "Ah, Casper." 

"Yeah..." The boy responded. 

"Room 138: Casper Vaile and Celso Olivero!" That settled it, then. Casper had a roommate. He couldn't remember anyone by that name, maybe he arrived at another time. 

Casper reached his hand forth and got handed a key before he was allowed to continue down the various corridors in search of his room. So this was it, the start of the year. With a deep sigh, Casper placed his hand on his stomach and breathed out. [i]'Everything is going to go well...no need to freak out. I'm here because I'm need to stop being a danger...'[/i] Casper would find himself repeating those words quite often, but they did in fact help him through this. If he ever accidentally hurt anyone, he would have a very difficult time forgiving himself, not to the mention the legal complications which would follow. This was where he needed to be and he would make the best of it. He would at the very least try...