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The Dorm

Hers



His


Living Room


Kitchen


Bathroom

Mind if I join?

Ah, I didn't think we needed to do that first! Ah ha ha, please forgive me. Will do it pronto! emotion_yatta

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Race: Human, but with dashes of Gypsy culture.



Crush: Crushes crush people...who needs them?



Personality: Rather gruff with his words, but means every word. You can imagine Seoul as being a rebel, or a trademark 'badboy' due to his Gypsy heritage. He likes to 'borrow' objects and does not think much of morals.

If you tag him enough times by being a nag, he will eventually crumble. However, he's got a high threshold. He really hates angelic personas because he doesn't believe they exist naturally and believe all they want is a benefit or reward.



Biography: He 'moved' here just two years earlier, when he felt that his stupid Gypsy camp was infringing on his rights. So, being the nomad he was born to be he walked. And for a long time, he actually did.

He came upon the whatever school it was when a few rogue policemen decided to show Seoul some 'nice' ways to live and he ended up in locked in a cell. The day after he broke out, managed to get himself a new name, a new persona and now he's in the school- hoping not to get noticed.

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xxxxxxxxx✕ Just a few more steps in these hellishly horrible high heels. Seoul's heels stung with the fresh new blisters and raw skin rubbing up against the shoe. Seoul never planned on being a cross-dresser today. Well, he never actually planned on being a cross-dresser any given day. But here he was, in the longest dress he could find, trying so desperately to hide his brutally mannish legs covered with the hair that he never managed to shave. He was a man, men weren't supposed shave their legs unless...well, there wasn't an 'unless' in the Men's tacit code of honor. Anyhow, Seoul felt like a bag of sweat in this polyester blend of crap dress that didn't absorb any of the salty beads coming from any region from his body, especially the nether regions.

It was a sunny day, too. Seoul didn't like the sun too much- it caused all the pain in his life, especially the warmth that he never received as a child from his parents. Sunburns, terrible burning sand under his bare feet, and especially the amount of fat old people who thought they were cool by wearing 20 year old Speedos that probably never fit them anyway. The cellulite that came from this season, the stampede of dreamy lifeguards and tiny bikinis had come- but with that came rolls of fat tissue, tiny feet that didn't belong and a ton of crying. Seoul never liked the beach either, now that he thought of it. He didn't like school either, but to avoid the federals who were after his Gypsy heritage and precious information on all the theft in their tiny sham of a city. Who cared anyway? Certainly not him. But to disappear from their constant tracking, he had to go into school. An all girls school as well. No one would know, no one would even suspect a thing unless they pulled his shirt off to reveal a flat chest with no breasts and a decent sized ----, that is if they actually pulled his pants off and underwear.

Seoul pushed the doors open and made way for his dorm room- the most cruelest and stupidest number he could think of...234. That means there were at least 200 rooms in this academy or school, whatever they wanted to call it this time. Oh, walking up the stairs wasn't much fun either, his blisters becoming redder and more inflamed with every soul wrenching step. "Mother of Gaia...why am I in this hellish place?" he muttered quietly as he pulled the heels off forcefully and threw them against the wall as he sprinted up the stairs pulling up the awful dress that kept his legs wet as if he were in the freakin' Pacific Ocean. Finally, the 210-240 hallway. Huffing rather loudly, but trying to keep it as 'girly' as possible, Seoul pulled his bag tighter and power walked to his dorm and as soon as he stood in front of the door, he contemplated knocking or just barging in. Would it matter either way? He was going to hold whatever student in this dorm hostage to blackmail and threaten them to death if they even uttered the word 'man' in the school. Heck, he might even torture the girls a bit if he felt it necessary.

He pushed the door open quietly and peered into the empty living room, no one. He began to relax and let out a sigh of relief, but that's when his senses began to work up again. He felt the hair son his arm go on edge, and that's when his eyes went to the left of the room, seeing a nametag with the name 'Emico'. 'Emico sounds like a stupid name for a adventurous girl. I wonder if I'm right. Maybe she'll like me- hah, that's funny. She's probably very weak and cries easily' Seoul thought as he pulled the bag towards the right, where his 'fake' name was printed. "Lyn", of more or less his last name that he adopted on his travels. Seoul smiled grimly and opened the door, seeing a plain room. Awed by the amount of stuff this room had made Seoul a little jealous that he didn't have this privilege everyday. It just was so simple, so plain. Blue sheet covers, white and thin pillows- just his luck. A beautiful window spanned the wall on the north side and Seoul's lips came to a thin close. This would not be good. Curtains or drapes would have been better, to shade the hideous sunlight and keep him cool.

He threw his bag on the bed and began to feel the immediate weight of the sweat collecting in his ugly rendition of girl clothes. "I'm going to need a shower desperately", muttered the man as he began to search for a shower. Stepping out of his private comfort zone, he began looking in to the left, to the right and so many other angles. A kitchen was evident, but no bathroom. Was there some sort of trapdoor leading to it? Was it invisible or something? Seoul desperately needed a shower right now... and he couldn't get what he wanted. Which, as obvious as it was, angered him fiercely. "WHERE THE HECK IS THIS DANG SHOWER ANYWAY?!" he shouted as his eyes began to twitch involuntarily and with rage. He really hated schools.