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Game Changer
When he went through his notes, Connor felt another piece of the puzzle click into place as far as his schoolwork went. He'd been assigned to a project to design a rough copy of a video game and then present it to the professor at the end of the semester. Some of the details were still fuzzy, but he'd sat up for most of the night poriing over his books and the work he'd already done. Still, he had decided to go ahead and pay a visit to his advisor, just in case there were other options open.
The campus of FKCC was smallish but well-kept, the newly built dorms catching the Destroyer's attention as he parked his motorcycle in the lot. He unslung his backpack and opened it to give the contents a final look. He'd made an appointment for twelve o'clock, and the light traffic had allowed him to be twenty minutes early. He walked at a leisurely pace, thinking that this place would be dwarfed in comparison to UCLA, where he'd tried the college route before. Then again, a smaller campus meant less pressure, at least for him. At least this time around he hadn't rushed into anything.
He opened the door at the Student Services building, then held it for a girl carrying an unwieldy stack of books. She muttered a thanks and Connor listened to his shoes make noise on the tiles as he walked down the silent hall. It was just a meeting, that was all. Like Whistler said, he could always change his major. At least he'd know what his choices were.
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[NPC Shannon written by Kate]
The campus of FKCC was smallish but well-kept, the newly built dorms catching the Destroyer's attention as he parked his motorcycle in the lot. He unslung his backpack and opened it to give the contents a final look. He'd made an appointment for twelve o'clock, and the light traffic had allowed him to be twenty minutes early. He walked at a leisurely pace, thinking that this place would be dwarfed in comparison to UCLA, where he'd tried the college route before. Then again, a smaller campus meant less pressure, at least for him. At least this time around he hadn't rushed into anything.
He opened the door at the Student Services building, then held it for a girl carrying an unwieldy stack of books. She muttered a thanks and Connor listened to his shoes make noise on the tiles as he walked down the silent hall. It was just a meeting, that was all. Like Whistler said, he could always change his major. At least he'd know what his choices were.
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[NPC Shannon written by Kate]