Austin slowly exited the taxi, swinging his back pack of things into his shoulder. A grimace escaped him, a spike of pain racing down his side. He forced himself to take a deep breath, while ignoring the sharp pain that action cause. Tightening his grip on the strap that rested on his right shoulder. He walked towards the gate, gazing at the building behind him. He felt no doubt in his body. He knew that he needed to get away from home. He pressed the button, flinching at the voice that sounded. He spoke, his voice flat, hard, and rather low," Austin Steele, I'm here for a power." After the brief moment of typing, he confirmed it was true, and walked in through the gate. 

He gazed slowly around at the white walls, a shutter running down his spine, causing another wince of pain. He let out a slow breath, gently pressing his hand against his side with a twisted grimace. He continued walking, noticing that voices were getting louder. Before he knew it, he had turned upon a group of four. One with her hand in the wall, one barreling to the ground, one young looking girl, and an older man. He stood back, a frown on his face the confusion was evident. Was this normal behavior?