Chris's eyes widened from their passive scowl as he saw gunfire against his fellow prisoners. It was a brief matter of shock for him, and he turned back to see the shooter be executed on the spot. Slowly he readjusted himself, whatever accident had occured, the situation had already been dealt with. Its not that he wasn't completely desyntized, though he had expected brutal treatment and had watched a similar tragedy from before, but it was for that same trauma that he fought against such shock surface on his conscience. He kept his gaze away from the fallen comrades, fortunately he hadn't had the chance to know them, so it wasn't too difficult. Though the scene was a grim reminder of the cruel state of this world.

Chris didn't bother resisting, the terms seemed reasonable enough for him anyhow. Its not like he wanted to transform. His complacent and bored morphed into a scowl when he heard his name being roomed with two others. It wasn't very ideal, but he kept an open mind, or tried to, as him and the rest of the subnaturals were escorted to their buildings. He was a bit impressed with the Arbiter's building, granted, the security level of it was obvious enough. Still the modern design gave him the impression of something moderately luxorious to stay in. 

Inside, he ignored his two roomates for the first moments as he picked up his ID card and the test, examining them both briefly. Afterward, he glanced back to his two roomates, briefly, just to get an idea of their existence, one of them waved to him, so he gave a passive, barely paying any care wave back, before returning his attention to his test. He would take a seat and took out a pen.

His bag of clothes, pretty much the only luggage he had, sat beside his desk as he steadily went through the stack of papers of tests he was assigned. He knew the basics of most of the subjects at hand, but as he had not been to a school before what little education he had was not advanced enough to answer most highschool level questions, what few he did were simple algebra equations and literature that his parents had hometaught him long ago, distant in memory. 

For the answers he did not know, he just guessed for the hell of it and tried to apply some reasoning to them by trying to think of a natural equivalent scenario. Finishing the main exams he left the elective forms untouched as he decided to take a hot shower. He walked to the bathroom, still not paying much attention to his roommates He stripped from his garbs and turned on the water. As he lathered his body in some of the basic available bathing products there, namely soap and shampoo, his eyes looked to the shower curtain and became lost in thought. For long intervals he'd contemplate the destruction he survived, the cruelty of the military, and the 'students' who were shot hours before, of all things. He could feel a tear form from his left eye overlapping the hot water. With emotions starting to boil out from his facade, he instinctively slammed a clenched hand into the bathroom wall with his head lowered, making a somewhat audible thud and a ringing pain that helped distract him from the emotional torment.