Lysander was just on time for class. 8:15 sharp, giving him about 15 minutes to get to class. Only problem being the freaking doors weren’t open and when they did the security prevented use of the main entrance. [color=Red]”Well this is just fantastic. We just got here an- AAH!”[/color] He said. He was mid rant and a wave of students pushed him to the right wing, his arms and legs catching on the garments of several students, one of which seemed to be strong enough to carry him all the way to the doors.

He took a look at the nurse with her needle and saw how everyone was afraid. What it was that scared them he didn’t know, needles weren’t that bad. He took a few steps forward before a girl ran up and seemed to explode into light. It was bright to the point that he had the afterimage of a forearm burned into his eyes and every time he blinked all he could see was that forearm in reds and blues. He put his fists over his eyes and stumbled forward, most other students stepping aside after a metallic poke touched them in the back or the neck or leg. He finally regained vision and blinked a few times. He was just about in line with the nurse, a few feet to her left and out of range of her. 

[color=red]”Hey, is classroom 1A closer to this side or the other? I heard being late was hella bad.”[/color] He said, no sense of fear in his voice. He had a confused look on his face as he pointed to his badge that displayed all of his student information, making a clicking noise with his mouth and showing his teeth.