Snippet #2243775

Axel strolled into the Mansion, duffel bag slung ove his shoulder. He hadn't known what to expect when he had been told by his dad that he was going to be attending a place for people like him, but he hadn't expected it to be so... Clean. As he walked though the halls, the click, click, click of his running blades echoed off the walls, each click of a step reminding him of the fact that even though he was with other psychics, he would still never be completely like everyone else. He sighed, bounced on the blades a bit, and then took off down the hall, moving as fast as the wind and every bit as untouchable, sliding around and over obstacles like they weren't even there. Even though he might not have been like everyone else, he sure as hell wasn't going to let the stop him from running.