Silas leaned against a black minivan. Having recently arrived himself he was now able to get a good view of the surrounding area. Although he would like to try to see if he could teleport home and back, he has never actually attempted to transport himself such a great distance. Neither could he go one jump at a time, they knew about his ability and made sure he couldn't see anything on the ride there. He could only try to make it in one jump. So, for the sake of safety, it looked like he would have to stick here.

As for the view of the school, Silas was impressed. It looked like the place was pretty sturdy, and well funded. As well as just nice to look at! Silas would have loved to bombard his drivers with questions about such topics, but they appeared to not be allowed to talk. [i]IA shame, I would love to be pestering that cutie they sent to drive me here. [/i] However, the car would soon be leaving him behind and both the cutie and his little island of solace would be gone, so Silas would need to actually move in towards the school. Was he nervous? Slightly. It was strange to think that he would be surrounded by people who all have something going for them that couldn't be distinguished by the use of the human eye. For all he knew, they could all be teleporters as well. [I] That could real' quite fun. Although this place will probably be filled to the fucking rim with mind readers and those kinds of people.'[/i]

Such thoughts began to elude him, for his mind became focused on the task at hand. Which was actually going to the school. He put his hands in his pockets, gave himself a bit of a hunch, and moved forward. He tried to avoid making eye-contact with anyone, and tried to act as inconspicuous as possible. Although he would love to ask around, chances are no one here knew any more than he did. Or so he had hoped anyway. Silas had the feeling that he wasn't the only one who didn't know much, but his feelings have been wrong more often then not. [I] Should I ask someone about it? Would it be worth it? [/i] he asked himself, his gut was telling him to move on but his paranoia was telling him to assault the closest person to him with his confusion. 

As he trudged forward, the acceptance letter he had been given took up a portion of his mind. Along with his paranoid, he also re-read what he remembered to himself. [i]Very selective process...remarkable gifts...education of the highest quality...quality of life...five-star dining...engineering club...[/i]. Not all of this he really cared for, but he knew it all meant at least something to his new life. Quality education meant he had to kick it up if he wanted to keep his grades descent, selective process means they may not accept every 'gift' they see, or maybe that selective process is potentially a lie. He also knew that if they could afford five-star dining and having a plethora of clubs they truly had some special funding behind them. Who would be getting so many little psychics together and giving them an education?