Post by John Smith on Jan 14, 2007 1:16:40 GMT 1
Getting off his motorbike, Donar Kvist looked around and sighed, he had no alternative to living in one of the school run properties, meaning he would in worst case have to share room with some idiotic good guy, or perhaps someone he could live around. OR if he was lucky, he could share room with his favourite pet, Ran Ling Xiao. But the odds of that happening were very slim, if not zilch at all. He opened the small trunk of the motorcycle and took out his small back with personal belongings and swung it over his shoulder and started to walk up to the front door. He had already been assigned to a room, they didn't feel like sharing the name of his new roommate or if he even had one, he didn't know why. But he had a nagging feeling that something wasn't right. He brushed his fingers over his masked face and felt the cold metal run against his fingers.
His trademark symbol. The mask.
He opened the door and looked through some half open doors and saw people study, play games, dance, hear music. Hearing some loud and obnoxious music, he had to rush away an urge to kill them right away, but he did note the room number before he continued on. He walked up some stairs and continued on, a stench hit him. Had they filled this floor with all boy rooms? God what an awful stench of crap. He hurried up the next flight of stairs and hurried on for his room. Luckily, none of that stench had managed to stick to his body or clothing. Swinging out his set of keys he found the one matching the one to his door. He gripped the handle first and found, to his surprise and irritation, that it was unlocked. He swung open the door and looked inside. And a few words escaped his lips.
"You've got to be kidding me..."
[OOC: Open for one guy, and he know who he is...]
His trademark symbol. The mask.
He opened the door and looked through some half open doors and saw people study, play games, dance, hear music. Hearing some loud and obnoxious music, he had to rush away an urge to kill them right away, but he did note the room number before he continued on. He walked up some stairs and continued on, a stench hit him. Had they filled this floor with all boy rooms? God what an awful stench of crap. He hurried up the next flight of stairs and hurried on for his room. Luckily, none of that stench had managed to stick to his body or clothing. Swinging out his set of keys he found the one matching the one to his door. He gripped the handle first and found, to his surprise and irritation, that it was unlocked. He swung open the door and looked inside. And a few words escaped his lips.
"You've got to be kidding me..."
[OOC: Open for one guy, and he know who he is...]