[center][color=8882be][h1]Frank Sage[/h1]Interacting with: no one[/color][/center][hr]

[color=8882be]"... Wow."[/color]

That was the only word that the redheaded young man could find to describe the campus before him. Having lived in Hub City all his life and being used to cramped skyscrapers and crowded city streets, an academy with wide open fields and a lake to boot seemed so... [i]Foreign[/i] to him. In fact, one could say that he felt intimidated.

But he doesn't back down. His name isn't Franklin Roger Sage for nothing. His father resisted psychological torture in a Cadmus facility for a week straight. His mother survived seeing her family killed before her. Surely, he could survive living and learning in a simple academy if even a fraction of their combined willpower made its way into his genetics. Then again, willpower isn't exactly a genetic trait, so his willpower wouldn't be affected by...

[color=8882be]"Shut up, Frank."[/color] Frank muttered to himself, shaking his head to clear it of these thoughts. He shouldn't think so pessimistically on the first day. Sure, it was true that willpower isn't a genetic trait so his resolve could be stronger or weaker than that of his parents, but that doesn't mean he should tell himself that considering it's meant to help him cope. His father was The Question, and his mother was Huntress, so naturally their offspring would be tough-as-nails.

To calm himself, Frank took a sip from the styrofoam cup in his hand, the sugary sweet coffee seeming to soothe his nerves ([color=8882be][i]'Or maybe it's just feeding my craving for caffeine,'[/i][/color] Frank mused mentally). In addition to this, he reached into his pocket with his other hand and petted Frankie, mostly just to ensure that his furry friend was there for him. 

Yeah. He can do this.

Frank wasn't surprised to see he wasn't the first person there, glancing at his future peers as they arrived and taking note of how different they all seemed. He noted that one of them, a young woman maybe a year younger than him with bright red hair and blue eyes, was among the first to actually enter through the gates instead of just loitering around the entrance. Figuring it was unwise to prolong the inevitable, Frank sighed, chugging down the rest of his coffee as he made his way through the gates and onto the campus proper.

[color=8882be][i]'I'm Frank fricking Sage. I can handle this.'[/i][/color] He assured himself mentally, despite the anxiousness in his stomach ([color=8882be][i]'Or perhaps that's just my stomach acting up from all the damned coffee,'[/i][/color] Frank thought to himself). He wasn't going to back down now.

[color=8882be]"I'm Frank fricking Sage."[/color] He repeated, this time aloud, and that seemed to give him the confidence he needed to get on with the day.