Galafray's Monster Academy ~*P*R*I*V*A*T*E*~

Pointless poll tiem~!

Noob.	10.0%	[ 2 ]
HECK YEAH!	20.0%	[ 4 ]
Eggs.	25.0%	[ 5 ]
Haha.. I'm ignoring the "private" sign.. XD I'm cool.	25.0%	[ 5 ]
*raeps poll*	20.0%	[ 4 ]
Total Votes:			[ 20 ]

[spaztastic psycho]

Dexter opened the door a few moments after Sable began unpacking his things. Dexter sighed, then walked over to the other bed, setting his things on it. He wished that he'd have gotten here earlier.. so he could have gotten the bed by the window. Sunlight was always good... Dexter took in a bit of air, then turned around. "Hi..." he said simply.

[Seven Strike]

Sable was too busy being lost in his unpacking to even notice Dexter walk in. He frowned angrily when he noticed a blonde strande of hair on one of his dark shirts. That meant either his mother, or one of his sisters had been in his suitcase. Either way, he had to be careful...
He continued to load clothes into his drawers, seperating by type and colors.

[spaztastic psycho]

Dexter blinked, wondering if this guy was ignoring him or just didn't hear him. "Hello..." He repeated a bit louder this time.

[Seven Strike]

Oh no.. she didn't. Sable's eye twitched as he saw on the back of his favorite shirt (a red, slightly puffy one that made him feel like a pirate) was a large, iron shaped burn. His mother must have tried ironing again. He gritted his teeth angrily, knowing that now he wouldn't get to wear his sexy shirt until he bought a new one.

Once again, he still had not heard Dexter.

[spaztastic psycho]

Dexter blinked, trying to figure out what was WRONG with this guy. Dexter walked over to Sable, tapping him on the sholder, "Hellloooo?" he said, wondering if he got a deaf roommate.

[Seven Strike]

Sable's eyes widened. He whipped around and grabbed Dexter by his wrist and pulled him around backwards. In the blink of an eye, he was standing, wrenching the "intruder's" neck back in a headlock. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" he demanded seriously.

[spaztastic psycho]

Dexter blinked only once as Sable ''attacked'' him, he was extereamly surprised, and now extreamly fightened. Dexter squirmed a bit, trying to get out of Sable's grip. "Dexter..... They assigned me to this room..."

[Seven Strike]

"Oh," Sable said, emotionless. He released Dexter and pushed him foreward a bit so they were no longer touching. He strightened his shirt and asked neutrally, "Why didn't you say so?"

[spaztastic psycho]

Dexter stumbled away from Sable. He looked back, "I tryed saying hi, but you wouldn't reply.." he said, standing up straight.

[Seven Strike]

Sable shrugged, then ran a hand through his dark hair. Bored of talking, he turned back to his suitcase and continued to unpack. Of COURSE. He gets a FRESHMAN. The one thing he DIDN'T want. Could this day get ANY worse?

[spaztastic psycho]

Dexter blinked. "I'll just.. put my stuff in the closet.." He said, he opened his bag, and then opened the closet, he broght the hangers over to his bed, begining to put his clothes on hangers and stuff.

[Seven Strike]

Sable was once again off in his own world. Once he had finished packing, he checked his schedule. They always gave students an hour or two to find there rooms and get settled in before the opening ceremony. Reaching into his suitcase, he pulled out what appeared to be a romance novel and layed down on his bed, reading it.

[spaztastic psycho]

Dexter finished putting away his stuff. He sat down on his own bed, looking over his schedule.


~*~

Gwen, who we have not heard from in a while, was in her own room, she was sitting on one of the beds, wondering if she'd have a room mate or not. She had folded all of her clothes neatly into the drawers, leaving half of them empty, for her roommate she hoped to have. She had hung up a few shirts, four to be exact, and a dress that she didn't want to fold up. For they were her ''fancy'' shirts, and dresses weren't supposed to be folded. She was now finishing the book that she had been reading while on the boat.

[Seven Strike]

Claire grunted as she dragged her suitcase down the hall. After a long boat ride, the LAST thing she had wanted that morning was to be mauled in a crowded office on her first day of school. At least she had gotten her schedule and card key... She checked the number on her card- Girl's Dorm, Floor 2, Room #182. Huffing along, she sighed with relief that it was only another 10 rooms away. She had already had to drag her hulking suitcase up the stairs and all she wanted now was a nap.

Finally reaching the room door, she slid in her card key and turned the knob...

[spaztastic psycho]

Gwen looked up as the door opened, "YAY!! Roommate!!" She said, smiling widely as the girl stood in the doorway. She turned her head to the side, "You look tired..."