Alonzo [i]hated[/i] driving. The roads too loud and too fast, too many people in too much of a hurry to pay attention to anything but the stretches of road in front of them. But he’d forced himself to learn and buy a car out of necessity. It had proved itself handy, much to his despair. 

The drive only took a few hours and gave him the time he needed to get his thoughts in order; many of those surrounding what it was going to be like being around those like himself. He’d thought he’d been alone in the powers that manifested themselves but it reassured him to know that he wasn’t the only one. At least they were all in the same boat. 

He pulled into the parking area, glancing around for a free... bit of dirt rather than an actual space. Alonzo half wished he’d brought his actual painting stuff with him, rather than just a travel watercolour set and sketch pad - the area was lovely. But he doubted he’d be able to make the most of it with the conference and the ‘fun’ activities they had planned. 

Whatever that meant.

He stepped out and stretched the cramp from his back and legs, groaning softly as his neck cracked. He dragged out his duffle bag. He’d packed on the lighter side, hoping that he had enough changes of clothes to last him - just in case anything happened. He caught sight of a brief flash of fire from the corner of his eyes and turned, eyebrows furrowing at the faint scent of lemon wafting away from the girl and the charred patch of grass at her feet. 

He did not have enough clothes if these were the types of abilities the others had. 

He started to feel a little inferior. All of a sudden, his healing powers seemed pretty underwhelming compared to apparent pyrokinisis and the boy that could control water who had appeared in the few minutes he’d been stood by his car. Alonzo shook himself slightly, rolling his shoulders and hoisting up his duffle bag before nudging the car door shut with his hip and locking it up. As he passed he managed to hear the tail-end of conversation. 

[i]”... any BioTech staff around?”[/i]

[color=lavender]“I’d assume they’d all be in the conference hall. Doubt they’d be out here mingling with the commoners, as it were.”[/color] He piped in softly, barely a snort escaping his nose. The staff were probably keeping well away for their own self-preservation. [color=lavender]“I’m gonna guess we need to check in before they’ll let us anywhere near the important people.”[/color]

He gestured to the pavilion in the centre of the clearing with his free hand, standing with one hip cocked to wait for the other two; if they’d follow. 

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