Indigo stepped across the dorm-room, empty bags and boxes in his hands. He set them at the end of his bed, stacked up in a neat pile. It was a nice room, a nice big window right beside his bed. He could look out of it and seem to be flying, the cars were like ants and beetles. He had a rather large desk on the opposite side, right next to his dresser, that had a laptop sitting on it, opened up to his email. Indigo settled into the office chair that sat in front of the desk and rolled it closer, scanning through his emails. Emails family wishing him luck, emails from a few websites he took part in, and an email from the college. Not just the college, but the FJA club. He clicked it and read through it a few times, making sure he did not miss anything. He was to be there at 3 o'clock exactly. Seeing as it was noon he knew he had time, so he cleaned up the room a bit.

He made sure that the bed was made, all nice and comfy, and he had placed an odd, twisty kind of lamp on his bedside table. As it turned out, it had a darker blue light bulb in it for some reason. Of course it did, he bought it from some old pawn shop. He decided that it could wind up being cool, and left it alone. He quickly checked the clock and noticed there was an hour left. He spent about 45 minutes relaxing and watching the cars go by outside his window. As the time arrived, he walked down to the hall in which club was held. He entered the classroom quietly, glancing around the room. 

He saw several people, one obviously the teacher, and everybody else students just like him. He walked over and sat in a chair, being sure not to speak with anybody. He didn't need to make that mistake, he didn't need to accidentally make an enemy on the first day. He found that most people were eating. [b]Hmm... Odd...[/b], he thought. Indigo scanned the entire classroom now. He could definitely tell that he was in the right place. It had many aspects that reminded him of many different varieties of Fantasy and Japanese Animation, just as he expected. 

After a moment of thinking, he frowned. He knew he'd have to learn who these people word, and muttered, [b]"Sparare"[/b](Shoot). He studied some of the students, picking out the ones and assuming which clique they belonged to. Everybody seemed about his age. A couple dark-haired boys and two light-haired girls. They all looked alright, none of them looked like they wanted to kill him. [b]"Grazie, God."[/b](Thank God), he said, only a bit louder now. He stood up and decided he could go for some steak. He grabbed a plate an dug in, making the most of the situation.