[h1][center][color=8882be]Anders Folsom[/color][/center][/h1]
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	Anders sat up in the bed that he had been assigned, the room was empty aside from the bed and a couple of his belongings, though he hadn't had much when he arrived anyway. [color=8882be][i]How on earth did I get to this place in my life?[/i][/color] he wondered as looked around the room for his backpack, he had tossed it around somewhere. Half of the clothes and items that he had were all stolen, including the very nice hiking pack that he was pulling onto the bed, he dug around for a bit until he pulled an engraved silver case, he smirked a tad before standing and brushing hair from his face as he walked to the door. 

	Outside of the dormitory he stood back to the wall and opened the silver case, inside he had what looked like small cigars and a lighter. [color=8882be][i]No smoking inside the dorms, ppffftt.[/i][/color] he thought to himself, as if anything had ever stopped him before, but he figured it would be best to not rock the boat until he had a little rapport built up to not get just handed over to cops right away. He had been lucky that the institute was able to make a few moves to get him out of trouble. He pulled one of the cigars out and lit it, the scent of cloves wafting out, the same scent he gives off when he goes incorporeal. [color=8882be]"I really need to get my bearing around this place, figure out how to leave if I need."[/color] The words came out loud, and not in his head, sometimes he gets mixed up having been alone a while. The campus was nice and really was a great place for him to maybe figure out what to do with himself, now that himself is a topic that he really isn't sure of anymore.