[center][h3][color=lightblue]Hector Hoffman[/color][/h3]
[b][u]Location[/u][/b] The Road
[b][u]Interacting With[/u][/b] A motorcycle[/center][hr][hr]

With the engine beneath him roaring out one long song, Hector found his yearly ride to Olympus Academy to be a bit less dreary than the last. His birthday present, which he'd received when he got home from the Academy last year, currently bore him on his way, letting the wind caress his face as its two wheels ran along the highway. Truly, the motorcycle was the most relaxing way to get from point A to point B.

Hector was making rather good time on this trip and found the Academy appeared on the horizon an hour before he had expected. [i]What am I, a freshman?[/i] he thought. [i]Still, it gives me time to unbox my luggage.[/i] Because he was riding a motorcycle, it didn't make sense for him to bring his luggage with him. As such, he had mailed it to the school via the Hermes Express.

Echoes were all that remained of the motorcycle's roar once Hector parked outside the dorms. He dismounted, first removing his leather riding jacket, then placing his helmet beneath his arm. He began up the stairs and to his room; this year he'd be unpacked long before the holidays arrived.