Corbyn stood at the base of the steps, staring out at the small crowd of newbies. Though he had grown to not judge books by their covers, this new batch of students didn't look as promising as the last. Only a couple of brutes sticking out to Corbyn in particular. A voice from within the small crowd spoke up, forcing Corbyn's gaze on him, staring at him down his nose. [b]"We are not savages. I am not your [i]chief[/i], son. And as unfortunate as it is, [i]no[/i], there is no riding boards on campus. If you so have the urge to use such a thing, you will need to ask to be taken off campus in your free time."[/b] The councilman gave the boy a rather stern look before looking towards the other two van drivers, nodding once before staring at the wolves behind the group.  [b]"The lot of you, get back to it."[/b] With that, the wolves each took a turn bowing their heads before turning away to run off towards the backside of the school.

[b]"Alright, if that's it, then, let's get on inside."[/b] Corbyn pivoted on his heels and walked with a pace that had a purpose. His strides in themselves could easily speak for themselves. [i]Keep the fuck up.[/i] Two men stood at each side of the double doors, pulling them open as the councilman and the group quickly approached. As Corbyn stepped through, he quickly turned to the group, walking backwards as he spoke. [b]"As unfortunate as it may be, we will be hosting a grande tour for you all tomorrow morning bright and early. For now, we will show you to your rooms so you can get yourselves situated and comfortable. After that, supper will be served and then you will have the chance to return to your dorms to have some time making yourselves more at home and get to know your dormmates, if you have them. Very few of you will have single dorms to yourselves."[/b] He turned back around just as a [url=https://www.dhresource.com/0x0s/f2-albu-g2-M00-B7-B4-rBVaGlU3XMCAeefyAATa5syViwM829.jpg/2015-ms-business-attire-with-fashionable.jpg]woman[/url] dressed in a pant suit wandered down the [url=https://i.pinimg.com/236x/85/ec/05/85ec0576d3761c30d013da6eaa8078fb--grand-staircase-staircase-design.jpg]grand entrance[/url], a very neutral expression plastered on her face.

[color=pink][b]"Welcome, students. Ladies, if you would.. please follow me to the West Wing. I will show you to your rooms. Gentleman, stay with Mr. Corbyn and he will show you to yours."[/b][/color]

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Brynn had been all too aware of who had and hadn't answered her question in the van, keeping a mental note of the faces who were friendly and not. Her eyes found the rest of the contestants around her, doing some sizing up of her own. They weren't much to look at. Well, most of them. Brynn felt a slight victory, there. Not that she was hoping to get through this, but she seemed to have quite a fair chance of doing so. Brynn caught sight of one of the other girls from the van, pressing her lips into a firm line. She didn't look like she was from the U.S. She desperately wanted to put a label on what nationality the girl was, but didn't want to just assume. Not that she got it wrong 98% of the time that she guessed on her own, but it was just better to ask than potentially getting it wrong and feeling dumb later on.

[color=darkorange][b]"Name's Blake, by the way. Blake Russ."[/b][/color]

The voice just behind her caused her to jump a little, turning to find the boy who had been kind enough to exchange words with her in the van. She gave a genuine, slightly shy smile to the guy as he introduced himself, reflexively shooting her hand out to offer a firm handshake as she did the same.

[color=190B07][b]"Bronwyn Knowles. Call me 'Brynn', though. Less of a mouthful."[/b][/color]

She smirked slightly, about to launch into a small conversation with Blake before she had to step slightly out of the way as the less friendly van-mate pushed passed them with a gruff [color=darkgray][b]"Excuse me."[/b][/color] The hair on the back of the girl's neck stood on end, gritting her teeth slightly as she called out to the rude soul. [color=190B07][b]"No, really. After you. Afterall, it [i]is[/i] [s]ladies first[/s]."[/b][/color] She shook her head and gave Blake a look like 'Who invited that guy?', turning to pay attention to the boy who'd asked a question about skateboarding on-campus. Councilman Corbyn's response forcing a soft [color=190B07][b][i]'Yikes,'[/i][/b][/color] from the girl as she adjusted the strap to her ferret's carry crate, corner eyeing Blake. [color=190B07][b]"There's no place like home, Dorothy,"[/b][/color] she laughed, feeling somewhat at home already. The harsh response was nothing new for her, having been the result of two Omega wolves, harsh actions were nothing but old friends to Brynn.

Brynn did what she could to keep up with the herd, not having to struggle too much but it was a faster stepping pace than she was used to. She kept a sharp eye on the two men at the doors, narrowing her eyes a bit at the pair of them as she crossed through the threshold and into the large, high-ceilinged room. Her mouth fell agape, finding it suddenly hard to remember her manners. This was the largest room she'd ever seen, besides that of the airport of course. Her eyes focused on the councilman as he spoke again, then caught a glimpse of something moving upstairs towards the grand entrance, watching the woman intently. It was her time to depart. She gave Blake a small smile and a wave as she gravitated towards the woman. [color=190B07][b]"Catch ya' later, B."[/b][/color] With that, the girl turned back and followed the woman down the corridor towards the west end of the building.