He was impressed, the school was actually rather nice looking, it wasn't as nice as Beacon but... it would have to do. He was assigned a dorm room on the third floor at the end of the hall. Ryan was lucky he didn't bring much, just his weapon, money, and some clothes. Normally carrying a semi-automatic rifle through the halls of a building would cause panic but he figured it was probably a fairly common sight on the school grounds. He hadn't seen many people so far, kids were all starting to come back for school, classes started today... or maybe they started yesterday, he didn't remember. Ryan had so far seen some randoms walking the grounds and that couple on the stairwell a few hours ago. He'd probably get to know them better, there was no reason to randomly be on this floor unless one of the two lived here as well. He sighed and opened his door.
His room was rather bland, a mix of plain white bricks and wooden floors. He had the standard bed and desk setup. He tossed the journal onto the desk and opened it, the journal itself didn't have any particular purpose, it kept all his information on his Mother and half Sister, random musings, quotes and song lyrics. He didn't wanna label it one way or another, that would confine him, something he didn't really abide by. Ryan proceeded to grab his rifle from his back where it was strapped over his shoulder, he carefully placed it on the desk and stare momentarily. He would probably have to take it apart to figure out the source of the jamming that had happened in practice the other day. He looked out his window, it was still relatively bright outside, he could go for a walk to clear his head, he grabbed the journal and slid a pencil through its rings. Ryan left the rifle on the table, no point in taking it just so he could be stopped a hundred times by weapon nerds asking "How did it work?!" or "Did you make that?!" or "Can I see it?!"
Ryan stepped back into the hallway once again, he headed towards the stairs. His impression of Bellmuse and Syne so far were pretty good but as he thumbed through the journal, head down. He couldn't help and wonder if he should have given up, he spent three years and more, it was his drive...
'No' 'This has to stop, I don't even know her. It's not a big deal." his mind reassured him he made the right choice, he snorted slightly and continued his walk down his dorm's hall.
His room was rather bland, a mix of plain white bricks and wooden floors. He had the standard bed and desk setup. He tossed the journal onto the desk and opened it, the journal itself didn't have any particular purpose, it kept all his information on his Mother and half Sister, random musings, quotes and song lyrics. He didn't wanna label it one way or another, that would confine him, something he didn't really abide by. Ryan proceeded to grab his rifle from his back where it was strapped over his shoulder, he carefully placed it on the desk and stare momentarily. He would probably have to take it apart to figure out the source of the jamming that had happened in practice the other day. He looked out his window, it was still relatively bright outside, he could go for a walk to clear his head, he grabbed the journal and slid a pencil through its rings. Ryan left the rifle on the table, no point in taking it just so he could be stopped a hundred times by weapon nerds asking "How did it work?!" or "Did you make that?!" or "Can I see it?!"
Ryan stepped back into the hallway once again, he headed towards the stairs. His impression of Bellmuse and Syne so far were pretty good but as he thumbed through the journal, head down. He couldn't help and wonder if he should have given up, he spent three years and more, it was his drive...
'No' 'This has to stop, I don't even know her. It's not a big deal." his mind reassured him he made the right choice, he snorted slightly and continued his walk down his dorm's hall.
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