[hr][center][h1][color=6ecff6]Jonathan Walker[/color][/h1][/center][hr]

A man walked across the great field. It was the first day of the semester at the Institute, and while he had experienced it once before, it always seemed to be something new, grand, and interesting. His footsteps left deep indents in the grass as he walked, and despite having aimed to be there early, he found that he wasn't alone. Two others were there already.

In his left pocket, he fiddled with a paper roll of coins. It felt good, like security, even though it only amounted to $1 in total. He was hoping to not have to use it, but putting a large number of Channellers in one place always seemed to start a fight. It was insurance. In his right hand, he carried his brown, square briefcase. It was tightly crammed with papers and tools, and there were at least a few pocket textbooks in it, which brought its weight up to an almost unnoticeable ten pounds.

A breeze almost took his cap off and he threw his right hand up to secure it, resulting in him clocking himself upside the head with the briefcase and sending the hat flying. When he came to his senses, the hat was long gone. [i]Shit[/i], he thought to himself. He decided against running after it, though - he had plenty of them.

With a slight headache from the collision with his briefcase, he trudged over towards Akiko and Hana. He didn't recognize either of them, and he figured that it was a good chance to meet someone before the event started.

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