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[sub]2 Weeks Ago[/Sub]
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"So Mr. Whitaker, this is the academic probation contract. I need you to sign here..and here and initial here." the counselor said with indifference while she sipped her coffee and pointed out the different sections. 

[color=DDA0DD]"Is this really necessary, I have just been dealing with some....changes in my life right now, and I only messed up this semester because I-" Neil was cut off by the slam of her cup.[/color] 

"That is irrelevant Mr. Whitaker, your GPA as exceedingly low this semester and we expect academic excellence from all our students, now if you have some kind of personal problem them maybe your should have lightened your load when you could have but now is not he time. So please just sign the contract so we both can go on about our day." She said with a scowl and then looked back at her computer. 

Neil did not say anything else and simply clenched his fist under the desk and starred holes into the contract. If he wanted to continue with school he needed to get this signed before the start of the new semester which was in too days. But he could not just tell her he spent most of the semester holed up in his room learning how to control this 'magic' he now has before he did something bad. But NOOOOOOO!! This old hag wants to make things even harder for him, and now he has some things to decide. Instead he grabbed the contract and got up. 

[color=DDA0DD]"Well you know what, I will tun in this fricking contract when I want to, so you can go pile sand."[/color] He said with anger as he stormed out. 

"You still only have to days to turn it in Mr.Whitaker." She said unfazed as he left. 

Neil has been trying to fix his first semester all winter break and his 'academic advisers' have not been helping at all so now he is stuck with a dilemma; either find a way to pay for a whole year of college or drop out and save up by getting a job. He was walking back to his dorm and when he got to the first floor of his hall he checked his mail. There was a letter addressed to him with no return address, so he took it back up stairs with him. When he got to his room and opened the letter, Neil had to read it 3 times before he believed this "Gavin" guy was real and if what he said was true then Neil needed to leave school any ways. Neil did what was necessary to drop out and then packed one bag and left the school. He would miss Vegas, but whoever might be after him could have already been waiting for the perfect chance. 

[i][color=DDA0DD]Is Illinois cold this time a year.[/color][/i] He thought to himself as he waited to board his plane. 
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[sub]Present[/sub]
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Brightwell, Illinois, the flight was not to bad but now he was here in this noting of town and he already missed home. He knew that he was running late to meet whoever this guy was and he assumed some others. The moment his cab got into the city, he felt a pull, towards something. So he had been guiding the cabby by instinct to a motel, [i]The Garfield Motel[/i] to be exact. He stepped out and paid the man his money, grabbed his bag and stepped inside. There where other people already here and he could tell they where all mages as well, just a hunch he was having and he could also tell who Gavin was and he walked over to greet him. 

[color=DDA0DD]"Hey...ummm my names is Neil Whitaker and I got your letter, along with some others so I am here yeah."[/color] He said this and then stepped off to the side, his awkward introduction. and set his bag next to him.