[center][color=aba000]Orlan Price - Beacon Academy Courtyard - Monday Morning[/color][/center]

For Orlan, the ride on the airship seemed to be the most tense time of his life. Nobody spoke to him, and he spoke to no one, but anxiety and excitement seemed to charge the air. He was almost there. Just a little longer, and he would be able to put Atlas behind him completely. As they approached the courtyard, one of the other students rushed the ramp. Orlan couldn't help a small chuckle as he himself pushed forward into the throng, slipping through the gaps where he could, pushing where he couldn't until he was on solid ground.

It seemed to Orlan that everyone spread out and started chatting at once, and he could only look aroun, shaking his head. Deciding that if no one approached him he would have plenty of time to make friends later, he found himself a tree to sit under. Settling in to wait for something interesting to happen, he pulled a small, leather-bound book from one of his coat pockets. Opening it to a marked page, he began studying a sketch of Axios' inner workings for the thousandth time.