Connor O'Fearghail drove the Delorian he had bought up the coast of Maine, heading to the place he'd be spending most of the summer. It was the cheapest car he could afford and the whole 'Back to the Future' feel to it was quite epic. Of course, the sound system didn't work in it, so he had his iPod blaring some Dropkick Murphys into his ears, the earbuds canceling out any ambient sounds. The views were amazing yet comforting, remind him much of Ireland. Of course, being situated in Maine now let him experience the opposite side of the Atlantic - the waves crashing onto these shores belonging to the same that crashed onto the shores of his own country.<br/><br/>Pulling up to the house, he spotted a car already parked outside. At least one of his room mates had arrived. He slipped out of the Delorian, pulling the hood of his MMA Sweatshirt up over his head to calm himself. He wore shorts as well, not quite used to the warm weather in the States. His sketcher shoes crunched on the gravel as he removed his large duffel bag, swinging it over his shoulder as he approached the front door.<br/><br/>He found the front door unlocked and wasn't sure if he should knock or not. Taking a deep breath, he slowly opened the door and stepped into the main room, looking around to gather his bearings, his eyes pausing on the trio that stood before him.<br/><br/>"Top of the morning to ya." He says, his accent clearly Irish, his voice cast louder then necessary due to the earbuds in his ears.