Snippet #1513710

Moe's eyes fluttered in the realization that he had arrived. His life had consisted of the routine, the boring until this moment. Though, he did not make a sound. Did not digress or make noted his arrival, that is until he stepped off of the road and onto the side walk nearest the building. His checkered backpack was strewn over his shoulder, and his appearance was that of the usual. Black on black.
His judgement had been affixed to some along the nature of a small building with larger building around it, however; this appeared to be one large building. He thought for a moment the way the dorm system would work. Perhaps each Registry Class would bunk with another from that class. Himself being the native of fire, he hoped, surely, he wasn't alone. To his side he held a black book with an unfamiliar symbol adorning its surface. The symbol of Wisdom and Knowledge. The symbol of the Luciferian.
He held his believes as self evident and prominent in the way he went about his days. The only thing that restricted him now from being indifferent form the way he used to be was the people here. He gazed at the now formed congregation of people, slowly making his way aside of them. All of them had pets, something he did not particularly partake in.


His steps came to an end nearest David. whom he did not recognize. Partially annoyed by the notion of the dog, he found himself disturbed. Not for the thought of animals, but the idea of everyone gathering at once.
He stopped a good four feet from the man and slide off one of the straps of his backpack.

"Name's Moe," he said lightly and quietly.