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Standing outside the simple wooden door, Ray stared hard at the rings and patterns within it. He reached out, touching it gingerly, as though making sure it truly was there, not a dream, not a lie. The wood felt solid beneath his fingers. Real. He was really there. Majesco's Psychic Academy. Rammus shuddered and lifted his hand to look at his watch. 10:27PM the tiny hands read. Closing his eyes, he leaned his head back and ran the hand through his hair. He was dirty, travel worn, exhausted. He wanted to sleep but...

He opened his large, deep green eyes and stared down the door agian. He had ran, fled from his father. He had no choice. But this? Was this really what he wanted? To fling himself into his dead mother's arms, trusting in powers, terrifying things she had hidden from him? He scowled. What did it matter? They had taken his letter, sure, but they would still call his father. And all too soon he'd be back in that house that had become a prison when his mother died.

Biting his lip, Ray pulled the strap of his bag and reached for the knob of the door.

Long fingers wrapped around the cold handle. He hesitated momentarily, then turned the knob and pushed the door open. The low hum suddenly became a loud noise, Ray winced, standing in the doorway now seriously debating going any further. He sighed, at least he wasn't waking anyone up.

He looked around. The furnishings were simple, plain. It was small, much smaller than any room Ray had seen, except maybe the office the adults had pulled him into when he had been found wandering the grounds just an hour or so ago. Seated in a chair was a boy much older than himself, tall, lanky and clad in leathery metal bits.

"Um...Hello?" He said with a furrowed brow, shuffling his bag idly.

Ray shuffled awkwardly under the red stare of the older boy and tried his best to keep eye contact. Mother had always said it was rude to not look at the person with whom you spoke. Was this really his room-mate? Of course it was, no one else would be allowed up here at this hour, but still. Gripping the bag's strap tightly, Ray stepped closer and offered his hand.

"My name is Rammus Gordón. It is a pleasure to meet you, sir."

His large green eyes never left those red orbs. In the silence that hung over his attempted handshake, Ray's ears rang slightly as he tried to get a feel for this guy. He cocked his head slightly and dropped his hand. Nothing. Maybe he didn't belong here, he sighed inwardly. At the young man's offer, Ray straightened up and gave a slight nod.

"If you would, thank you," He said, closing the door behind him with his foot.

Ray watched as the punk boy became a giant looming over him. Ray wasn't short, in fact he was in the middle of his growth spurt, but this guy, Sebastian, he thought, was huge. The shuffle of Sebastian's large boots, and the smaller sounds of his own, were the only sounds in the small apartment. Ray watched with dull eyes as he pointed out each of the rooms. What did it matter? He wouldn't be here long, not if his father had anything to do with it.

Ray lifted his eyes back to Sebastian's as he repeated himself, "Cool." The word felt odd on his tongue. He stepped forward and opened the door to his room. It was empty, cold and dark. He sighed and pushed it open father, letting the light from the main room flood in.

'What are you in for?' The question hit him square in every doubt he had about this. Why was he here?

"I am not sure, to be honest," He said softly, staring into the dark room, "But I had to do something, right?" He stood, staring at his shadow stretched across the floor, "What about you?" Ray asked politely, turning to look at Sebastian.

Ray tried his best to ignore the fact that his grip on the door frame had intensified. His knuckles were white and his nails, dirty from his escapade to get here, were digging into the wood. That feeling had returned, like a sharp punch to the sternum. When he breathed in, it was like he was sucking in the emotions that had suddenly became palpable. There was no context, only the thick steam of guilt.

Despite its bitter taste, Ray gave a polite smile and a simple nod of acknowledgement. Swallowing, he exhaled slowly, trying to clear his mind. He faded out a moment, only to return at the talk of fire-manipulation.

His big green eyes somehow grew larger. That was possible? He was stunned, his mouth popped open and despite his mother's inner remindings of his manners, he couldn't help but blurt out, "Wow! Really? Can you do that?"

Ray listened closely to Sebastian's explanation and watched even closer as his roommate tried to, he amused, move the dining room chair. all it did was shake a little, but still, it was incredibly interesting!

"I can't do anything that interesting," he said quietly. Sebasitan had revealed a little about his abilities, so it was only polite to follow suit, wasn't it? "I, um... I'm not entirely sure what it is I do. But I know that I see colors. Like..." He closed his eyes and tried very hard to focus. It was difficult, he was terribly tired and stressed, but still, he felt the click, like a switch being flipped up. When he opened his eyes he saw that Sebastian was surrounded by an interesting saffron color. Ray smiled a little, the color was nice at least. "Your color is yellow. With a little red, maybe."

Ray offered his roommate something rare; a small, but genuine smile. Nothing forced, nothing polite. Real. Right then, he shared a connection with someone, something he hadn't done in what felt like forever. It felt...good, he decided. "Green, huh?" That had been his mother's favorite color.

"Well," He said, clapping his now relaxed hand on the door frame, the smile still hanging on his lips, "It is getting late. I should get some sleep. But thank you, Sebastian. For showing me around, I mean." Maybe, he thought as he turned and walked into his small room, this place wasn't going to be so bad after all. "Goodnight."