Quite a Late Transfer (Lance)

[Trevor Wallace]

The sound of his alarm was something Trevor was rather accustomed to. So much so that often it took the third or fourth press of the snooze button before it actually woke him up. This brisk morning was one such morning, as the sun danced through the blinds into his room he tossed only a bit before groaning and pushing himself out from under the warmth of blankets onto the marginally less warm floor under his feet.

Trevor took a moment to stare at the mirror then calendar before realizing that he'd left himself a note. New Roomie. He blinked, cursed, and rushed around his room to throw on some clean clothes (jeans, flannel shirt, sneakers, beanie) and hoped that the new guy hadn't already started moving in without any help because that just wouldn't do for a good first impression at all and T probably wouldn't let himself get over it for quite some time if he absolutely ruined it. Luckily he didn't have to worry about glasses yet today. That would make things that much more complicated.

He peeked out of his room and looked down the small hall to the common area and toward the opposite two rooms - it was nice to have the room on the end, you could always tell who was already out and about.

[Lance Lockeheart]

  

Lance made his way down the dorm hallways, map in one hand, breakfast burrito in the other, and suitcase and several metal boxes floating behind him. He figured he'd save the trouble of a moving crew if he could carry all of his belongings at once, that was one perk of being a meta. Lance was always awfully liberal with his powers, especially in an environment meant to nurture his abilities.

He counted down the room numbers as he munched on the egg and bacon meal.  "200... 201... Here we go! 202!" He said aloud excitedly. Knocking first, he retrieved the key from his pocket and slid it into the lock and twisting before physically pushing the door open with his elbow.

Stepping inside he found the main room empty for the time being as he entered and the metal entourage followed. "Huh, looks like no one is up yet." He said with another mouthful of breakfast.

[Trevor Wallace]

Almost as if on cue, Trevor saw the door to the set of rooms open up. He breathed a sigh of relief and pulled his head back into his own room just long enough to hear the comment about no one being up yet, to which he stepped out to say hi.

"Well, to be honest I almost wasn't" he mused with a smile. Thus far, Trevor hadn't noticed the entourage of floating boxes behind the new guy and outreached a friendly hand.

"I'm Trevor, nice to meet you" he said, "Need any help with..." he trailed off because it was at that point he noticed the boxes floating into the room. "Huh. Guess not. Cool." That wasn't something you saw every day, even at a place with people that could change into birds or manipulate fire or whatever other crazy thing it was that people could do at Hammel.

[Lance Lockeheart]

Lances eyes perked up as a door opened from across the right of the room. Even though he was mid bite of his burrito, a smile crept across his face. Removing the burrito from his face he swallowed the mouthful. "Ah! Good morning, Trevor! My name is Lance. I'll be your roommate. My flight got in earlier this morning so I apologize if I woke you up. I'm very excited to stay in America." He rambled on with decent enough English before extending his hand to the other boy for a handshake.