Who: Icarus, OPEN NPCs: None, as of yet When: Monday, around 8pm Where: School dormitory What: Another Guthrie moves in Rating & Warnings: PG
Jay had arrived with little fanfare. While he was pretty sure Momma had consulted his older siblings during the process of arranging for Jay to attend Xavier's; he wasn't sure if the details had gone right down to flight timetables. Not that it would have mattered much. It felt as though the moment he'd stepped out of the cab and onto school grounds that he'd been whisked away into Institute Life 101. Jay remained passive through all the formalities; interest only peaked slightly as a class schedule was being put together and he noticed that Piano was offered. It was something he'd always been interested in but found hopeless to pursue when you didn't have any chance of getting a piano at home.
By the time he was given his room number and politely declined a guided tour to said room -- it was dark out. He'd opted out of an escort as to not draw even more attention to himself and just for the peace and quiet of being alone. He barely left his bed most days, this much interaction was teetering on overkill. Following the directions he'd been given, Jay was relieved to open the door to room 112 and be reunited with his stuff. A beat up footlocker that very well might have been Sam's or even his father's at one time, a duffle bag packed with clothes, a soft-sided gig bag and amp proped up besides a hard case that housed an acoustic in addition to his favored electric.. and the backpack slung over his shoulder. Materially, there his life sat at the end of a strange bed in a room that looked so pristine it was as if no one had ever lived in it. Though when you grew up with as many people under one roof as Jay did -- it didn't take much for a room to appear pristine.
Not even bothering to close the door behind him, Jay entered shrugged off the bag from his shoulder, leaving it upon the provided desk. The entire day had been nothing but talking about his "new start" here, but this was the first time it really felt like this was actually happening. Moving to the window, he set one hand against the sill and looked out upon the darkened grounds. Did they really expect him to just start going to class tomorrow? Acting like his entire life hadn't been uprooted? Like this was where he wanted to be?
His shoulders shifted with the slow exhale of a sigh. He already knew the answer was 'yes'. This was how things were supposed to get better. From beneath the large zip-up hoodie he wore his bound wings twitched. It seemed like an impatient motion, but it truly came from soreness. Airplane seats weren't comfortable for normal people, they'd done a number on him. Slipping off the sweatshirt, his had expertly moved over a series of seatbelt-like buckles that secured the harness which held his wings down and in place. As soon as they were freed, his wingspan stretched, a few ruddy feathers floating down to the carpet with the movement. Jay scratched his fingers through the mess of red hair on his head before finally turning away from the window, intent on at least making sure his instruments made the trip safely.
(( I hope picking a room number was okay, Modly Mods. If not, let me know. ))