"Holy crap... what have I gotten myself into?"
Terrance pushed through the massive crowd, which mostly comprised of rich, arrogant kids. Exactly the kind of people Terrance detested. He grimaced as he kept banging into kids showing off their 'oh so awesome and expensive' possessions. Once or twice, he even managed to make these people stumble and drop these items, and Terrance would simply mutter some fake apologies and walk away with a satisfied grin. If Terrance had been some normal kind of guy, they probably would have attacked him or cursed him, but looking at such a massive wall of pure muscle in front of them, the kids probably would have been happy they didn't break any bones along with their items.
When the massive train came into view, he stopped and admired the mechanical marvel. For most other people, it probably would have been an antique of sorts, but for Terrance, who had never traveled in a train, it was as if he had just spotted Arceus. He stayed still for a moment or two, staring at the train, but at the same time scanning the crowds as well. He could easily sense fear among almost every person in the station, but this definitely wasn't the fear he was used to. This wasn't the 'scared of death' kind of fear, but the kind that people felt when they were about to go somewhere new. The fear, of what lay ahead in their journey. Since this was a new concept for Terrance, he was definitely not able to absorb or obtain any kind of power here.
"And anyways, why would I need power in a station full of nerds anyways?" He thought with a smirk. He finally started to move on in his journey when he realized he was getting a bit late. As he continued to walk towards the train, he almost knocked an old lady down. At first he didn't realize that he had stumbled into an old lady, as he said, "Hey, watch where you're going, you son of a..."
When the tiny old lady came into view, he quickly apologized, and helped her back onto her feet, hoping she hadn't heard him insult her. The woman brushed the dust off her already dirty and old uniform, and finally looked at Terrance, which was a bit of a problem as she had to crane her neck all the way up.
"Sorry about that dear, going to Hope Academy?" She said, smiling sweetly. Terrance was pretty sure it was a fake smile and she was pissed like hell at him for not watching where HE was going and then cursing her. Oh well.
"Well, there's no other reason I'd be at this dump, would there?" He said, half chuckling. The woman didn't appreciate the joke about her workplace. She held out her hand towards him, and Terrance looked at her, confused. She raised her eyebrows, looking at him as if the gesture was an obvious one.
"Ticket, please." She finally said, sighing. Terrance snapped his fingers.
"Ah, right, here you go." he tapped his pockets, feeling around for the small piece of paper, and finally tracked it down to his left pocket. He took it out, and examined it for a second.
SNOWPOINT TRAIN STATION
BOARDING PASS. ONE WAY TRIP.
TRAIN 1337
Issued To: TERRANCE PETERSON
Departure: 12:00 PM, AUGUST 13, 2016
Arrival @ Location: 3:00 PM.
One way trip... no way back. Terrance still thought all this was a big mistake. If his mother hadn't forced him to come here, he probably would've been hanging around at home, ruling the streets after he had done away with his gang. Probably the place had been for his academically hard working brother, who had probably wanted to get this kind of education all his life? He still didn't get how they had chosen him. They probably would have done a background check, didn't they notice that for half his life he hadn't even attended school? Or that maybe, he had spent some time behind bars for murdering people? This was all a big mistake... and seemed awfully off to him.
Terrance snapped back into the real world when he heard a throat being cleared. He looked at the old lady move her hand impatiently, and Terrance nodded, handing over his ticket. The woman quickly tore it in half, and handed over one of the torn pieces of paper to him. He quickly pocketed the stub and left for the train, leaving the old woman with the dirty makeup behind.
Terrance immediately began looking for a compartment to sit in as soon as he entered the train. Unfortunately, all the compartments were filling very quickly, and were filled with weirdos. There was a compartment with an emo and a kid with a pokemon in his lap, there was one with a kid playing some songs on his guitar with a girl. He kept walking through, peeping into compartments, looking around for someplace interesting to sit in.
He passed a small group of people chatting in hushed tones. Apparently they were talking about some rich kid who had done something, and Terrance felt he could sense fear in their voices. He walked over to them, and asked them, "Hey, what happened?"
All the faces turned towards him, and one of them answered his question. "Apparently some rich kid punched a guy. Pretty huge guy. He's sitting in that compartment with some girl." The kid pointed at the compartment, and Terrance smiled.
"Looks like I found which compartment I'm gonna sit in..." Terrance thought. He entered the compartment, and saw two people inside, sitting opposite each other. One of them was a pretty girl, who in Terrance's opinion, looked like a ****. He had seen a lot of girls like her in his neighborhood, those who tried to impress the rich kids with cheap makeup and perfumes and stuff. This one looked exactly like a higher level of that kind of people. The other guy was similar to Terrance, huge, tall, muscular, just like a jock. No wonder he had punched that kid. Terrance smirked, this guy looked interesting to him... probably he should have a small chat with him.
"Craaaaazy crowd outside, eh?" He said, as he dumped his bag underneath a seat. He settled into the seat next to the girl, and looked at the rich jock curiously.
"So, you're the guy who punched that kid, huh?"