[center][color=gold][h3]Aaron Erikson[/h3][/color][/center]

In a heartbeat, the situation seemed to go quickly south, the sound of gunfire causing Aaron to instinctively duck and put his arms over his head in a protective manner as the burst of rifle fire whizzed around them and caught several other students. After a moment, the brown-haired, amber-eyed boy tentatively stood back up, glancing at just the right moment to see the soldier who has seemingly fired on them in a panic be shot for the second time in the side of his head and go lifeless on the floor. A shocked look came onto Aaron's face, especially as the boy look and began to notice the bleeding and possibly dead other students on the floor who had been hit by the soldier's bullets. Much worse, outside of some of his fellow "chain-gang members", none of the other soldiers much less the director in front of them batted an eye at the situation, the bodies of the dead, dying, and bleeding being kicked aside like small annoyances of no big matter being moved to the side. It was a visibly shocking scene as a whole, but in the space of time between seeing things and the new ankle cuffs being locked onto them and the old ones being removed, Aaron had reasserted his overall sense of composure and went back into a seemingly relaxed and calm mood. 

As sad as it was to admit, even to just himself in this case, he had seen worse things a matter of years ago. Plus, if he didn't have the mind to somehow get past this, then it would be a wonder if he survived living in a cold and dark place like here at all. Not that it was right to just blindly accept how this place was, per say, but it would do him no good to dwell on what had happened here considering how the guards and such seemed to be. It would do none of them good to just dwell on this, especially those whose powers had more violent side-effects on their personalities. That in part made the brown-haired sixteen year old glad he had not ended up with powers that resulted in him having that trademark 'X' on his throat, though it seemed not just those people, from the look of the reactions of the others in the room outside of the guards and other adults, were reacting to this.

After listening to the Director's spiel about the cuffs, possible death by shocking, and her words directed at the Indian girl who was among the ranks of them standing here like cattle in a pen, Aaron continued on and listened to the room assignments be read aloud. Raising an eyebrow at being put into the same room as two other people, Aaron looks about to try to see who was in his group, only to have the cold barrel of a loaded gun pressed against his back in a thrusting, oppressive manner. 

[color=gold]"I get it, i get it,"[/color] the teen said with a light, surrendering sigh and light roll of his eyes, holding his hands up in surrender for a moment before letting them fall back by his sides as he and the others were escorted from the room. 

As he and the others were escorted by guards, groups of people branching off to different buildings on the campus and from there to different rooms (according to his own guesses at the matter), Aaron kept a relaxed stance physically as he thought about things. At this point he was accepting that this was the nature of this place, this cold, violent, uncaring facility where he and the others here were nothing but tools and weapons if he had interpreted the Director's words correctly. At least they couldn't just be shocked to death for no reason at all though, without the offending adults in question being disciplined in a likely lethal manner from the sound of things. It was a small comfort, if anything, but it was at least something in the favor of he and the other "studs" who had arrived here. Besides, it was not like he could do anything against the system here without being killed in the....five minutes it took him to summon anything at all? So even then it was not like he was among those these people could consider the "greatest threats" in a singular given moment. 

Looking up as he and part of the group that had originally been in the underground room (now filled with wounded and probably some dead bodies) were escorted to a building that looked rather clean, orderly, and even fancy at that on the outside, eliciting a light chuckle from Aaron at the fact he and some of the more "well-behaved dogs" were getting to likely live in some slight luxury and comfort. Not that it made their overall situation better, but it was at least something else positive he could add to the rather small list he had silently begun in his own mind. Still, the shimmering, supernatural, mist-like substance that clung to the building itself was, in the teen's mind, probably some kind of surveillance system for them or such. Eh, it was not like he had anything to hide, nor would he be among those who probably tried to escape this place. Still, maybe they had gotten some kid with a power that made that stuff to work with them, or perhaps that one gadget-focused Precursor he had heard about had made some cool device to create this stuff? 

Shrugging off his now somewhat derailing thoughts as they moved into the building, Aaron looked as the group they were in now was split once more to send students to different rooms on different floors. It was here he finally got a look at just who he would be rooming with. On one hand, one of the people he was rooming with was a red-haired girl. Odd, but nothing that caused him to lose his chill or the like. But...the other person he seemed to be roommates with was someone whose presence and attitude, on top of what he had said earlier, made him seem nothing short of "edgy to the highest power". Physically Aaron struggled with not grimacing somewhat at the guy as the guards continued to escort the trio to their assigned room, keeping his face forward as the sort of "aura" this guy seemed to give off felt as if it was getting under his skin. Not that this guy didn't probably have a reason he behaved as he behaved, but it was not like the guy's seeming attitude and appearance didn't prod (even if unintentionally) at Aaron's pet peeves either. 

As they all entered their dorm rooms, Aaron noted with a light sigh of relief that the room itself seemed to be rather comfortable, even slightly luxurious considering how they had all been treated before this point in time. Stepping over to one of the desks in the room, Aaron glanced through the maps, placements tests, and other papers and things on the desk that seemed to pertain to himself, putting his ID card (and noting the cash loaded onto it) into the left pocket of his jeans without a second thought after finishing just simply seeing what was there in the first place. The boy then turned his attention to the duffel bags at the foot of each bed, particularly one that seemed to bulge more than the others. Walking over to the bad and squatting down by it before opening it, the boy let out a low whistle at finding his things all placed inside rather neatly. Digging into things for a moment just to make sure it had all made the trip here safe and sound, he noted the clothes, essentials, water bottles, headphones and music devices, and especially the consoles, handhelds, and small literal library of games for each he had managed to stuff inside like a "packing professional". His own mother had even been surprised at how well he had packed his things prior to leaving, though it was not like the boy was going to treat his games badly in all of this. He had almost finished his latest run of The Legend of Zelda: Wind Waker and it was not like he was going to abandon that or his other video gaming pursuits just because he was here. A light frown came on his face for just a brief moment, however, as the boy thought about how having to stick to a schedule and such might kill some of his game time. 

It was no big matter, though, as he shook the thoughts from his head, stood up once more, and looked over to his new roommates once more before giving them a casual wave.