It was dusk when Tremor arrived at the south gate. It had been a long walk from the highway, and he took a moment to let his bags fall from where they had been slung over his shoulder. Amber eyes did a quick scan of his surroundings before he rolled the fatigue out of his shoulder and cracked his neck. He pulled his phone from his old and worn, brown leather jacket, and in the growing darkness, the tiny screen illuminated the scowl on his face framed by bangs of mussed, earthy hair. His expression didn't improve when the phone confirmed this was indeed his destination.<br/><br/>Tremor heard the hounds before he ever saw them. There was the briefest of moments when he froze, but just as quickly it was gone and he reached down to pick up his bags once more, slinging them over the other shoulder and looking around to casually gauge just how many monsters there really were in the dark. Tactically, he assessed the situation to himself.<br/><i><br/>
They're giving a warning. They got this close before they started making noise, so if they wanted me dead, I'd be dead. That also means they're well trained...<br/>
</i><br/>As an afterthought, he took his phone and made a show of carefully putting it back into his jacket. This served three purposes: 1. To show he was aware of them. 2. That his actions would not be misinterpreted as his going for a weapon. 3. The display was still lit and had been held facing out so as to shed light on the area around him. That way he could<i>see </i>what the hell he was up against.<br/><br/>What greeted him was... significantly larger than he had anticipated. His eyes registered something like surprise for a second before the scowl returned.<i>Of course they're not normal dogs. Nothing about this place is normal. Why would their security be the exception?</i>He chided himself. As their piercing eyes continued to bore holes into him, he slowly reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a folded slip of paper, opening it one handed as he held it up to show to the beasts and/or any security cameras watching. "I'm here by court order. They said they called ahead to make sure you knew I was coming." he spoke aloud. "They also said I'm not allowed further than twenty feet outside of school grounds." he lifted a foot and tapped at the ankle bracelet with the side of one of his hiking boots. "So I can't turn around and leave now, no matter how much I want to." he folded the court document up and pocketed it once more, his expression and tone becoming a bit more icy, "So if these wolves of yours are going to tear me apart, you'd only be doing me a favor. Otherwise..." He glared, "Quit wasting my time and open the door."<br/><br/>Ether the hounds had some kind of mental link to an unseen master, or his hunch at cameras was correct. Ether way, there was a buzz and the gate slowly started to slide open on its rails. Tremor glanced to ether side of him at the giant shadows still watching him from the woods. Though they didn't bar his path, they didn't seem to have any intention of leaving him alone ether. He supposed they'd be escorting him to the student office, which made sense. He sighed and glanced at open gate once more. Every fiber of his being didn't want to be here. He wanted to be back home with the crew. In here they'd be chaining him down with rules, telling him when and how to use his abilities. Out there he was free, and he had friends who would gladly take a bullet for him. Then he had to go and get caught. Once the authorities had figured out what he could do, and how much property damage he had already caused, they couldn't throw him in here fast enough.<br/><br/>The growls of the hounds snapped him out of his memories and once again the open gate was before him. He sighed, hefted his bags a bit, and stepped onto school grounds.<br/><br/>A few minutes later, and possibly with canine escort, Tremor walked up to the sign in sheet and added his legal name.