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Room 7. (Nero)
« Jun 19, 2009 14:28:49 GMT -6 » 		Quote
Caleb was still out of uniform as he stepped into the deserted hallway. In his right hand he had his new uniform and a small book with instructions on how to properly maintain the uniform and the dress code required at the school. Really. Was this necessary? Probably. But Caleb was wearing his black t-shirt with a pair of jeans. His armpits were a mess of sweat and it was only because of his roll on that he didn't reek of sweat. It had taken them long enough to find Caleb's transfer files in the computer. The whole Uniform thing outside, had really stressed their bureaucracy. Finally, Caleb got everything and was sent on his way to Boys Room #7. With an audible sigh Caleb continued walking slowly down the hallway. Dragging his suitcase with wheels behind him. It felt heavy after dragging it around after him all day. It would be nice to finally get into his room and get some rest. But his stomach reminded him that he still hadn't eaten dinner. Except one lousy chocolate bar he had from the train. It was halfway melted.

Caleb found Room 7. And with a sigh of relief he pulled the suitcase up close and let go of it. He placed the clothing on his right arm on the suitcase. He wiped some sweat off his forehead and found the key and unlocked the door. Odd. It wasn't locked to begin with. Which meant his roommate was in? Or that his roommate was a complete retard and he had left the door unlocked while out. Caleb knocked a couple of times before entering. No reason to start out by barging through the door without a warning. Caleb pulled the suitcase with him in as he walked in.

"Hey hey, anyone here."

Caleb said before he made it all the way past the door frame.
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« Jul 7, 2009 23:15:10 GMT -6 » 		Quote
OOC: Very sorry for the wait.

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The room, as was expected of students, was kept clean, as Nero had little inclination to live in a pig sty, especially on his own. Seated at his computer near the window, Nero casually pecked at the keyboard with one hand, barely paying attention to what he was doing. Internet chats had never been something that amused him, especially with his lack of interest in the general student body, but there was always the chance he could learn something that could help him in his quest against the school's faculty.

Everyone of them. Especially the Director. It's like they don't even know what they did...

At the sound of knocking on his door, Nero didn't even look up. There was entirely too many students who tried to get chummy with him, and the former gang member turned both girl and boy away from his room. It was as if his personal rebellion had somehow made him popular, something that annoyed him greatly. However, when the door began to open, Nero's gaze would whip towards it, glaring at the person who shuffled in as if they were another random visitor to his room. However, the suitcase in his hands was enough to change that impression almost immediately.

"I take it I've been assigned a roommate. Who're you?"

While Nero's tone was definitely hostile, the truth was his distaste was aimed more at the system for forcing him to take on a roommate, rather than Caleb for being that roommate. Still, that didn't mean his mood would improve any time soon, especially if there were any mention of his earlier punishment.

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« Jul 12, 2009 21:00:09 GMT -6 » 		Quote
A voice responded to Caleb's call. The voice seemed hostile to Caleb. Another thing about this forced relocation he hated. New people who probably were borderline psychos. Still. This guy could just be having a bad day. Caleb was giving him the benefit of doubt and placed his suitcase on the ground near the wall where it wouldn't be in the way. He took a glance around the room. Two beds. A lot of desks. A hostile young boy. Everything he needed seemed to be there. Not that he needed the hostile young boy, but it certainly made things more interesting ... Or more hellish.

"The name's Caleb." Short pause. "So, which bed is yours?" Caleb asked while placing his backpack on the nearby desk. Unzipping it he reached in and found the cloth his laptop had been wrapped in. Not the slightest dent or scratch underneath. With a smirk he placed it on the table and looked up at his roomie.

"Hey, not to be rude or anything, but could you point me in the direction of the showers? Been a long trip and I could really use a shower to get the stench of train off of me."

Caleb said as he kneeled next to his suitcase. Reaching in for a towel, finding a classic white one. He threw it over his shoulder along with a pair of white boxers.

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