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[Gear is entering Dorm Halls!]

Gear was surprised. Very surprised. The scarce sight of the dorm halls he had seen had always been deafeningly empty. Now it was deafeningly full. Yawning, Gear covered his mouth with both hands, one hand lifting to tip the black fedora hat back, to reveal a pair of ice blue eyes, staring in a little open-mouthed amazement at the assembly of hunters.

"Yahoo! Did the leaders call a party in here or something?" Gear asked excitedly, to the nearest passerby. First party in how many days, years, months? Gear wasn't sure, time was easily lost when on hunter missions. He had learned that the concept of sun and moons was a lighting factor in battle.

Megan was standing in the doorway of her 'room', eating an apple when people basically began to cause a ruckus down the hall. It was to be expected really, with the hunters being called back and uh- yeah. The fact that hell, even she hadn't see a hell of a lot of people in a long a** time. The Death head had shown up and apparently his...son was. Megan just rolled her eyes. This why why she was in mist. She didn't have to deal with any one person for too long.

Going back to looking around it was a bit... sad to realize she hardly recognized people, let alone well. Hold on, was that- "Flair?" It was a question. She'd not seen the girl since way back when they had still been candidates and trainees. A light smile. "No, I doubt anyone here is going to become and old cat lady. Cats would probably get scared of us or die." The noise from an arriving hunter got an eyebrow raise.

"We can party when we're done with our mission." The kid, Gear, was young, he'd learn soon enough that there really was never any reason to party. "Also is that a fedora?"

Em had gone through her things to check for anything missing - things just kept going missing with her lately.. it was driving her mad! Once she felt confident that she had everything, she turned around to hop back over to Julio - only to realize he'd already left. It was so typical of him, really, and all she did was roll her eyes and laugh.

"Suppose I really do need to find a room for myself tonight, after all!" She muttered to herself, blatantly eyeing a particularly good looking new hunter who was heading into his dorm and deciding that she simply had to have the dorm next to him.

She hoped he liked Britney Spears.

She set her bag down on the bed, staked her territory by dumping things all over, and then headed out to go find some trouble. It was their first day, there had to be something fun going on, right?

... right?

God, you'd think it was the end of the world sometimes, with the sour faces some of these hunters had.

((Exiting))

"Miss, if you're trying to go by proper standards, we'd never have any reason to celebrate. Only to mourn. Now that's just depressing, don't you think?" He emphasized the word with a slight wariness and tired sigh, tipping his hat low for a moment. Briefly, he wondered, why did his hat attract so much attention, it was just a .. really .. expensive hat. Not that it degraded the hat in any lessening way, only distinguishing him proudly. There was no doubt that such frivolous things were considered to be a waste when looking at the line-up of hunters and their things but it was Gear's treasure.

They were allowed to keep one or two treasures, naturally.

"The hat's a must." He noted to Flair.

People.

People. People were always in his way, always mucking things up. If there was one thing Jared hated the most, other than Halloween, it was idiotic people who clogged up dormitory halls.

Come to think of it, he didn't really even care for the dormitory halls, or his room, or anything about this stupid island. He loathed the peace, the escape from action that came from being on Deus Ex Island. It reminded him of his time as a trainee, and what a ******** up he had been.

Yet, even though he hate having to be here, he wanted to be in his dorm, to get away from all the morons crowding the halls. He wanted a shower, and possibly a nap. Maybe he'd get food at a later time, maybe he'd do something to boost his own moral, but he needed to shower first. The old man always had a thing for cleanliness.

So, with the desire planted firmly in his brain, he began rudely shoving past everyone, bowling some hunters over, or simply shoving them aside with his broad shoulders. Upon reaching his room, he noticed something.

Two idiots wrestling in front of his door.

"..."

Without hesitation, he began trying to separate the two, tugging at both of their collars with more force than necessary.

Perhaps he should have though more about putting someone else in a headlock in the middle of a hallway. But he hadn't, and the sun hunter now found himself being pulled away violently.

What was it with people assaulting him today?

"Oy, Let go!" He protested, letting go of Aaron and instead focused on trying to get the other guy to let go of his collar. "What happened to a good old fashioned hello?"

If there was one thing Dave had learned in his years of service, it was to always make sure he knew where he was sleeping that night. Far far too many times he'd ended up trying to nap on a floor somewhere and sleep was a direct link to efficiency, when he hadn't slept, he couldn't work properly. So it was only once he'd checked out his assigned room that he even began to once again explore the place. It was startling to him how /small/ the place seemed coming home to it now. He'd been out on missions and assignment so long he'd either grown or the world just seemed perceptionally smaller than it had ever been.

The hustle and bustle and life however was suprisingly welcome, and even with the promise of tommorow's mission, the atmosphere to him felt more party than funeral wake. Walking carefully on his knee, which had been playing up of late, he hobbled along the hallway, looking to see if he spotted any faces he remembered and in doing so, keeping an eye out for Jess.

She's capable of gettin' settled intae things on her own ye know, she's a big girl.

He mentally gave Argyll a thought of dissaproval I just want to find her is all. Truth be told, he was utterly starving and didn't want to brave the cafeteria in its current assumedly busy state without his friend to chat to while he ate.

(Entering)

The big black man looked at the crowd of hunters in front of him, feeling his head start to pound. This--this was what he'd been so damn happy about getting AWAY from, and now, now he was staring right at the same thing, only with a lot less titties being flashed.

Yes, Clint had seen titties. Clint had seen more titties in one night than he had in his entire LIFE and yet he'd not been able to focus on that fact because the Goddamn (literally, the Catholic boy snarled inwardly) crowd had been littered with monsters and demons and all those freakin' things he had been trained to kill, and no one had even noticed!

In his irritation (because, seriously, what twenty something wanted to admit that he'd been more focused on monsters than titties?) he accidentally bumped into someone.

"Scuse me," he muttered. "Can I get to my room, now?" he demanded of the crowd. "Or is there a secret handshake that everyone's forgotten?"