"[color=00746b]So this is the place, huh?[/color]" A one armed man muttered as he stood before the building that was home to the P.R.L.. The man began to walk towards the building, producing a hookah pen from his pocket and taking a few puffs and blowing out small clouds of smoke as he drew nearer. For a few seconds his face scrunched up as he savored the taste on his tongue, almost as if he was unsure whether or not he enjoyed the taste of a wild honey flavored hookah pen. "[color=00746b]Definitely an odd one. Probably should've just stuck with the passion fruit flavor like I normally do instead of being adventurous. Well, no use lamenting now.[/color]" He mused aloud as he clenched the pen in his teeth and pressed the intercom button. "[i][b]Hello, how may I help you today?[/b][/i]", "[color=00746b]'M here 'fer-[/color]", He stopped midsentence to remove the pen from his mouth and pressed the intercom button to speak again, "[color=00746b]Sorry about that. I was saying that i'm one of the applicants here.[/color]", "[i][b]May I have your name please, sir?[/b][/i]" "[color=00746b]Jacque Baila.[/color]". Th man -Jacque- waited patiently and tried to adjust his duffel bag a bit as he listened to the faint sound of typing over the line before a response came through, "[i][b]Here we are, you signed up for hydrokinesis, is that correct?[/b][/i]" "[color=00746b]That is indeed the case.[/color]", "[i][b]Very well, the gate is now unlocked, you're free to pass through.[/b][/i]"

With that, Jacque wordlessly pulled his finger away from the intercom and slipped into the compound, opting to make his way directly towards the main facility while still puffing away at the pen, "[color=00746b]Definitely an odd one.[/color]".