[center][h2][color=cyan]Sander Lorraine[/color][/h2]
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Sander knew he couldn’t avoid going back to his room forever. He wished he could though. Having roommates had been a new experience for him. Not an unexpected situation, but he was not familiar with it either. In his younger years, he always had a room of his own. Even in previous research facilities, they had always given his own room. Or solitary confinement, but regardless, he was used to spend time on his own. To have roommates, especially ones that managed to bleed every three steps, was something he would have to adjust to. He would. Just…not now. 

After a walk around the school and a quick shower in one of building B’s communal bathrooms, Sander figured he shouldn’t put off work any longer. There were forms needed filling out, tests needed completing, and all that. Hopefully he would not return to a room covered in blood, but then you could never know with Christmas. The blond boy had already caught him off guard twice since yesterday. 

Sander ended up taking the stairs back to his dorm, just to buy himself some much needed time. A quick sniff informed him that there was no danger of accidentally maiming either of his roommates, so he went in, nodded a quick greeting to Christmas before heading over to his desk. Kusari was nowhere to be found, so he assumed she must have gone out for breakfast. Personally, Sander rarely ate breakfasts. There was no particular reason why he usually skipped that meal, he just did. However, the thought of spending time in the same room with Christmas didn’t appeal to him either, so he gathered up all the documents on his desk, grabbed a couple of snack bars and headed out.

The map made things easier. Sander found himself a nice spot in the computer lounge before getting to work on filling out the documents. He prioritized the most important ones first: the release zone permission form and the request form. After finishing with his permission form, he paused, wondering about what to put in his request form. His previous placements had always been accommodating, though the same could not be said for USARILN East. They could work on their reception, for once. Getting a bunch of powered children all riled up was hardly a good idea, though it did indicate that Zhang had the necessary resources to accommodate such ignorance. Or at least, that was probably what she believed. Regardless, Sander just hoped she would expend some of that considerable resources to fulfil his requests. 

Sander began jotting down on the sheet of paper, his flowing cursive was hardly legible but he doubted anyone would care. As long as he got want he needed. 

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Human blood. Once every week. For the exact amount, consult my files. I would prefer the blood be delivered in solid, nontransparent containers. Also, a mini fridge to keep them in. I’m not advised to consume them in rapid succession. 
A laptop. 
Bandages. Scented ones. 
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After he got that down, Sander turned to work on his tests. Admittedly, he had never been a particularly committed student during his brief school years. He always preferred the tracks to the stuffy classrooms, so his results were nothing to brag about. Then when he left his old life behind, most of the facilities he was in didn’t continue his education. Why would they? As long as he could read and follow instructions, they were happy to leave him alone. Some researchers did provide him with reading materials, but most were just dry scientific articles or Vouge magazines. So it came as no surprise that most of the questions seemed like incomprehensible gibberish to him. He googled what he could, but for the harder ones, he just put down whatever felt right to fill up the space. After he was satisfied with the results, he gathered up all the documents and headed out to turn them in. 

Finally, it was time for that coffee he promised himself.