The man certainly liked to go on. Celso sat watching the portly man go on at length about his school. He supposed it made sense. The Insititute was his bay after all. His talk of the history of the school was disappointingly empty of detail however. Sure he gushed about its purpose and how close that purpose was to his heart. He couldn't help but think Cesar would've just soaked this up with joy. Celso however, sat there aware of the holes in the story. Professor Portwood seemed to completely gloss over the negative. It made sense though. First day with open doors again, he couldn't be expected to say anything that wasn't full of hope and optimism. The rest of the speech was just and outline of the obvious. Typical school rules and routines, except for the lines about abuse of abilities and stuff like that. 

Celso took the opportunity to take a better look at the assembly hall. Large and elegant, and far nicer than any building he'd ever been in, especially any school building. It was clear they spared no expense. The students around him varied greatly. Even coming from such a cosmopolitan city as he did, he could only remember a few times that he was around such a variety of people at one time. And that was without the difference their unseen abilities would provide. Each with their own motivation for coming here, their own gifts, their own struggles, their own stories. Everyone had a story, he'd often thought as he walked unseen through the streets of Buenos Aires. Some more exciting than others. Did the mutant status of all the students here make their stories interesting by default? Were they all worth his attention? Would it be offensive if he considered their gifts as just a feature to make them special? Could he get to know these people without getting all into a cause of some sort like his family? He guessed it didn't matter at this point. He was here and he was going to be a writer. Whatever happened from there, he'd just have to accept.

After dealing with an annoyingly happy lady with an unnerving level of knowledge, a short trip to his dorm, and another short trip to the cafeteria, he found himself seated at a table with strangers. He was hiding. Well, more like [i]dull[/i]. The five people at his table could clearly see him, but they were content to treat the stranger who said nothing and ate his food as if he wasn't even there. But why was he hiding? He'd never been shy. And yet somehow, surrounded by strangers who he knew to be different in a similar way to himself, he was hesistant to make himself known. But the students around him did nothing to betray that they were different from normal teenagers in any way. They were discussing their homes, celebrities, and sports using the same American slang he'd seen on television. One of the boys was even flirting with the girls. Poorly. 

He had finished eating and begun walking out when a commotion arose on the other end of the dining area. It seemed a few of the students, apparently unable to wait even one day got into some big fight. The other students were rising to get a look and so he couldn't quite make out the details. All he could see was a darker looking boy. Something off but he couldn't quite tell from there. He yelled something and stormed off. Assuming it was over, Celso began walking again. A collective gasp caught his attention and her turned to find the largest one was flying through the air at him. Stunned, he didn't even think to move as he was frozen in place. He watched as the body narrowly missed him and sped right past him, hitting the floor a few feet away. Eyes wide he walked to the other boy. "Que barbaro! Are you all okay? What happened?" he held a hand out to him, but he merely turned his head. Refusing Celso's help, the guy glared angrily in the direction of the other boys and then turned to walk out without a word. 

He turned to find a boy was making vegetables float around, apparently oblivious to what had just happened. Celso suddenly became very aware of how ridiculous and interesting this year was going to be. With all the crazy things, what could possibly make him nervous about interacting with these people. So long as he wasn't the next one to be flung across a room. He smiled and exited the cafeteria. He'd had the idea to check out the gym and get a look at the swimming pool after lunch. As much as he was looking forward to getting to know these people now, he didn't really like the idea of sitting down after he'd already eaten. Besides there had to be others who had already finished. He headed up the stairs feeling happier and more optimistic. In his current mood he was sure to stand out a little more. Which was just how he liked it.