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Kiyoto
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12-24-2012, 10:44 PM
Ryuzaki (Ryu) Nightengale
Ryu paused at the door, his hand outstreatched to frip the handle. He glanced back at the car where a few guards stood in case he tried to make a break for it. He draws in his lower lip a bit, biting it with a slight force. He reaches into his pocket, pulling on his black gloves. He did not know where this handle or any of these things had been, and he did not want to be getting any visions at all. As he did, the guards narrowed their eyes slightly, but he ignored them. He was not concerned with them in the slightest, for if he really needed to, none of them would be able to stand in his way. They were no match for him. He moved his hand up, lightly biting his thumb, as his nerves slightly got the best of him making him hesitate. People were not his strong suit, and now he was going to be around them for at least two years. He still did not understand why he was being forced to do this other then because of his mind.
His eyes glanced around, and he finally took a hold of the handle to the door. Sliding it open, he peeked inside. The chatter of other students hit him, and his nerves grew. He was not well with crowds or with confined spaces. Ryu was a bit clostrophobic, and it tended to make his mind...spike so to speak. He eased his way in the door, bit by bit. He was told his room would hold what he needed, so all he had with him, was a bag on his back. His life had been turned over to this place, which at the moment, he knew nothing about. He was determined to learn all he could however. Even now, he could feel the other's minds pressing against his own, and he was beginning to get a headache. He moved down the hall, ignoring the noise both audio and mental around him. He closed his eyes and focused on his safe place, the only one he had ever known. The white padded cell in the asylum, the bright lights over head, being left alone with no one else's annoying prescence around him.
He paused at a set of stairs, and glanced back, before hurrying up them. He took out a paper from his pocket, and managed to unfold it with shaky fingers. Looking it over, he memorized it in mere seconds. One glance was enough, before he shoved it back in his pocket. He felt many weaker minds here, those he could easily crush if he wanted to, and a rare few stronger minds. There were not many, so he did not worry about it. Psychic energy was a broad power, though his Psychometry was a bit more closed ranged. With his energy, he could in a way use verious forms of psychic powers themselves, though the strength varried, and being so powerful with his mind, it at times got out of hand. His major focus right now was control, control, control, control. If he could not gain it, he risked destroying everything, or his own mind. The thought of being a vegetable in a hospital was not exactly a pleasing one.
He shakes his head, and glances out a window into the courtyard. Students there to, walking around and getting to know eachother. Some had always been here, some were new like him. He sighed, looking at his reflection in the window, he was shaking a bit. How could he be so confident with his mind, and yet so afraid at the same time. With his power, the mere thought of people frightened him. That was a bit pathetic in his mind. He had a long way to go still, but that would not stop him in any ways. Good thing he had been working on the shield around his mind, for in a place full of psychic and mental abilities, he would need it. He could sense that not everything was what it seemed however, and that offset him even more. He stared out into the courtyard, he needed to gain the upper hand on this, before it gained the upper hand on him.
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