<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: franklin gothic demi;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">John Aaron: Who the hell…?</span></span></div><br/>The office door opened and John’s eyes widened, shining brightly in contrast to the dark marker circles colored around them. He stepped back as first a woman that was taller than him and as fit as his mortal form stepped out. He couldn’t resist immediately examining her, mostly sizing her up as she appeared to be quite the Amazon. When she stepped aside, appearing right behind her was a dark-skinned woman. Both women were attractive, but the taller one had his challenge. One day, he would love to test her strength.<br/><br/>John looked to Storm next, though he was unaware that the young woman was the Student Coordinator the letter had told him to seek, but that soon became apparent when she seemed all but appalled by the sight of him. When he saw her eyes narrow, the inquisitive and admirable light that was shining in his eyes extinguished and his brows pinched together to counter with his own vexed look. That look…so many gods and goddesses had worn that look when he was around. He disliked this place already.<br/><br/>The way the woman, now evidently Storm, spoke to him was like a mother scolding a child. Who the hell did she think she was talking to? Student Coordinator was a title in no league comparable to that of a god or even a king, queen, president, et al, on this Earth. The right corner of John’s mouth cocked to reveal a hint of his teeth in the most condescending smirk.<br/><br/>“Yeah, I’ll get right on that,” he told her as she didn’t seem to care what he had to say any way.<br/><br/>John watched as Storm and the…what he dubbed, Amazon, took their leave. He watched them until they disappeared, and then looked to the sign she had flipped on her door. He took it within his fingers and in one simple yank plucked it free and tossed it to the floor.<br/><br/><em>What a waste of time,</em>he thought.<br/><br/>John started back from which he came, detouring so as not to take the same elevator as the bitch. He took the stairwell and managed to descend one flight before the dire urge to lie down and rest wracked his body again. Fuck it. He was still too tired to try and read that packet and go on a scavenger hunt to find his dorm. The teen found a nice corner that he decided to lay down and face. He slid the packet beneath his head as a pillow, and in five minutes, which seemed already like a dream, he was gone and drooling asleep.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: franklin gothic demi;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Sleeping in the Stairwell.</span></span></div>