((I think I can't wait to test out my new teachers Rune and Rune!!!))

((Okay. I think I understand a bit better now .Yeah. I like that idea.))

[That works. I'll send you my teachers as soon as I finish with them, hopefully before I'm dragged away to a party tonight.]

((I'll send you my teachers when I finish them. :D I'm super psyched!))

((I think I'm going to be a school counselor. That's what I'll do! I'll get to making him soon enough.))

((First off. I love you all so very much for waiting! But I am honestly so sorry! These exams were crazy! D= My teachers totally threw me for a loop with these ridiculous reviews! Jeez! But again. Im actually so touched you guys waited <3 Thank you guys! I will now type up some ramblings of a small child we all know as Seth! And again, It means so much to me you all waited! <3
I will be camping for the next 3 days though... Sorry. My mom wants a vacation before I 'get my own life and abandon her' which makes no sense...I am only 18 and not ready to move out! D= Anyways. I owe you guys some writing. <3))

Seth watched that giant lizard creature crawl on by. Seth shuddered at the thought of how many teeth that thing could have. It could chew him up like some kind of appetizer. Or worse! Maybe it has no teeth! Maybe it would slowly crush him to death with giant infected gums, leaving his last thoughts to be focused around dental hygiene! Seth shuddered at the thought, that was also no way to channel the inner Comfort! What would she do? Well. Several scenarios ran through his head, none of them involved him living to actually get past this awkward stage of his life. Maybe being like Comfort was not such a good idea...he was not as strong as her. Or confident. Or fearless...he had an irrational fear of being eaten. Though now it seemed much more rational.

Seth went to walk away, completely terrified of the giant creature when it turned into a small girl? Sure. She only stayed a small girl for a short time, but maybe she used the lizard form to keep people away. Maybe she was nice? Of course Seth would never ask. He was scared of being squished by the giant lizard almost as much as he feared being eaten. Though, she did kind of help everyone. If you ignored the yelling. And the sarcasm...and the sheer rage.

Seth turned around to go back and get his other bags when Comfort seemingly came out of nowhere! Seth jumped a little and pulled Ronan out of what seemed like thin air. "Comfort its just you..." Seth sighed heavily as she dropped off his bags, and before he could get her attention she was already on her way. She probably listened to that giant cold blooded killer...err, lizard too. Seth took a few steps forward, to attempt and catch up to the seemingly preoccupied Comfort - and did not notice his bags. In full Seth fashion he wiped out over his own luggage bags, so much for being confident. Seth went red and just lied down on the ground with his bags, unsure if it was a good idea to look up.

Seth did hear someone introduce them self, apparently he was a half elf? Asher was his name...or maybe his nickname? Seth got to his feet and brushed himself off, the boys seemed to be having some kind of conversation and Seth just did not want to interfere. He felt too nervous without Comfort, he was already desperately awaiting lunch so he could be near her again. She had a knack for keeping him safe. That and she could probably save him from being eaten...that was always a bonus.

At that moment Seth had a thought, he could go and register! He could do it all by himself. How hard could it be really? Seth went over and grabbed his bags, which moments before had just tried to kill him, and just managed to work out a system. Luggage tied together with smaller bags, and no room for error. That alone made Seth nervous, when there was no room for error...there was error. Though Seth could not help but smile, everyone was getting along so well. Maybe everyone could be friends, you know...except the lizard girl. Thing? Then a thought came to mind. Is the small girl the real form? Seth pondered the thought a little more and then came to a disturbing thought, Maybe its a huge lizard that can turn into a small girl! Seth shuddered a little. Thankfully, he was in the boys dorm.

Seth made his way, slowly and carefully, to the registration area where apparently you were given some kind of card. He approached the desk and the woman there was very kind. She explained everything using words a small child could understand. It didn't clue in until later that maybe she thought he actually was a small child. Seth receive a nice little card, the basic information was on it. A name, age - that kind of stuff. Though when the woman explained the stars and the rating system Seth did feel a little excited. He waited until he got a small distance away to look at his card to see his star.

He sat on the ground, luggage creating a fortress of sorts around him. And the adorable Ronan seated on Seth's lap to open flip the card over and really look it over. Specifically his star rating. Seth took in a deep breathe and with hopes held high, and his card was of course - nothing less then a... one star! Seth let his head drop, his chin crushing the head of the poor Ronan teddy. "Only one star..." Seth sighed and shoved it into his pocket. It hind sight it made sense, he had no use offensively. He could heal himself and others....but shouldn't that count for something? Seth decided he would have it reanalyzed later, just like his Math test in grade eight. He passed, no matter what anyone says.

Seth clapped his cheeks to perk himself and got to his feet. He grabbed his luggage bags and stepped away form the wall. He prepared to go down the hall, but came to a stop. He was so excited to do something for himself, he wasn't paying any attention to where he was going! "I don't know where I am...." Seth looked in every direction with a panicked expression, "Is anybody there?"

Seth wandered aimlessly for a few moments before coming across the registration desk, of course he was to shy to ask for help. He did not want them to think he was anymore of a child. Waiting seemed a viable option. Until lunch at least...that is. If he could find where they could have lunch.

And what if that lizard found him? He would be lunch!

((Smores!! :, D Welcome back! We all missed you so much! <3 Bahaha, I hear you. My mom started crying when I left for the summer, I don't know what she's gonna do when I get home and move out for college. Mothers. : ) Teehee! Anyways, guess we can start posting again! : D))

Comfort had put her MP3 player back in and was listening to a touching Country duet when a bug hit her legs. She paused for a moment without turning around, thinking that it was rather odd that such a big bug would fly into her like that and only when she turned around did she see that it wasn't a bug that had bumped into her, but a small girl. This school certainly had a lot of children running around, that is until she remembered that Seth wasn't a child. Maybe that meant the little cutie that was in front of her wasn't either.

"Oh, so sorry, hun!" she started as she pulled out the earphones and and reached down to help the little girl up. "Oh, it's vury nice ta meet cha, Piper." Comfort gave her a smile as she tried to think of how to bring up the little girl's age without being too blunt. "I'm Comfort Jane, but ya can call meh Comfort. Need help with anything, sugah?" The girl had bent down to her knees that she would be face to face with the tiny girl, the same method she had used with Seth. She took a moment to think about it and realized that small kids seemed to be attracted to her, strange.

The girl with curly locks bit her lip as she thought. Piper was certainly dressed like a small child but then again if she was older and that small how else would she be able to dress? They didn't make stylish clothes for babies, Comfort shuddered as she thought back to her baby pictures where she wore a hand sewn dress from her mother. Needless to say, there was a reason she wore tank tops and jeans now, and only ones she bought at charity stores. "'Scuse me, li'le darlin', but how old are ya?" If Piper was a child, then it was up to the Southren girl to take care of her and help her get to where she needed to go. However, if she was older than how she looked then maybe they could be friends!

Comfort thought about Seth for a moment as she watched the little girl straighten out her clothes. Would he be alright without her? He had been in a frightened heap when she had met him, and that had only been an hour or so before! Maybe she should go find him and make sure that he found his room okay, and to check on his roommate. If he had a big, mean sophomore who turned into a bear when the moon was full then she would need to make sure he didn't bully the smaller boy. She sighed quietly, as she thought about her own roommate. Would they be nice, or was she doomed to room with a bratty girl from New York who didn't know how to line dance? Could they be friends? Comfort shook the thought out of her mind, it was possible to be friends with anyone as long as you tried hard enough. Besides, she had already made so many new friends that it wouldn't matter if her roommate was mean.

((HA! We have to wait for the good RPers! They can be hard to find sometimes and one should not just let them slip by.))

((Aww thats kinda cute. My mom already started crying today thinking about me graduating tomorrow night. I am bringing a box of kleenex, lord knows she will need it. And oh, you guys! You flatter me! Thank you, I am just trying to keep up with you guys! <3))

Piper winced as the Southern girl opened her mouth, afraid that it was going to be a shout of rage, legs tensed and ready to sprint away. The tiny girl's worry transmuted into relief when the girl spoke, her tone cheery and warm, with a feeling of happiness just surrounding her. "Comfort?" Piper asked, tilting her head slightly to one side as if to listen more carefully. "That's an interesting name. Sort of like Cinnamon, or Willow." Piper could certainly see why Comfort's parents christened her so. It was certainly pleasant and comforting being around the girl.

"No, I'm fine. No need to trouble yourself," Piper answered, gathering her things together. "It was my fault after all. I should've been paying attention to where I was going." Having put her suitcases together again, she looked back to Comfort. Starting in surprise, Piper took a half-step back from the girl. The surprised expression melted away after she realized what she was looking at, and was quickly replaced with a frown, though on Piper's cherubic face, it seemed that she was pouting instead. Unfortunately for Comfort, Piper absolutely hated it when people crouched down to look her in the eye.

"I'm thirteen, Comfort," Piper responded, the frown still plastered to her face. "Would you please stand up? I hate it when people do that to me." Despite the frown, the petite female's tone wasn't demanding, or even angry. It was pleading. Hopefully her new friend would acquiesce and remember not to do it again, but Piper had met people who just laughed at her and stayed like that. "I know I look like I'm three and can't help myself, but I would really appreciate it if you don't treat me like I'm handicapped. Can you do that for me?"

As she finished speaking, she felt something cold and shivered. That was the only way she could ever tell she had wet herself, and the reason she only got the Cool-Alert Pull-ups. That was the first time she had felt the shiver since she had changed, so she didn't need to change immediately. Most of the times, she could go at least two, sometimes three without leaking. Piper's only concern at the moment was that Comfort would notice the smell. If the Southerner had lots of little siblings and/or cousins, it was highly likely she'd notice the shiver or the smell for what they were.

"So, umm, what's your room number?" Piper asked, trying desperately to remain calm and casual. "Mine is two-forty-seven." Hopefully the girl was close by. It would be great to already have a friend whom she could regularly chat with, considering the fact that her room was hers alone as per request of her mom. The only reason the request was made at all was Piper's incontinence, which her mom wanted to keep private. As a result, Piper's tuition was a lot higher, but her mother did always seem to have infinite money. Maybe Comfort could spend the night sometime! Piper thought gleefully. After all, I do have a room meant for two.

((Glad to have you back, Smores! :D))

((Thanks for the Welcome back ^^ And teachers huh? Hmm.....what kind of personality could I give mine? xD
Our teachers can have powers and stuff right? Maybe I can do like...a super macho assertive teacher. Contrast to my lovely Seth....whom has actually taken a place in my heart. hahaha))

Asher walked carefully through the bustling crowd of students, observing all the different bodies and appearances of the other students. Some were showing off their powers with bright flashes occasionally aimed quite close to Asher. Arriving at the Check-In desk, Asher proceeded to give his first and last name and wait for his card. Remembering the tid bits of conversations he had heard while making his way to the desk, there was apparently some sort of rating system by star for everyone's powers. This perplexed Asher. Did this mean everyone wasn't equal? Did this mean that some, or even many people could be more powerful than him? Worrying as he waited, Asher ran his frigners through his blonde wavy hair tossing it from sone side to the other. He was always fidgety when he was nervous.

The young woman searching for his information finally located Asher's card and informational papers. Smiling, she handed them over and told him to have a nice day moving in and and not to miss lunch. Turning on his heel and waving a hand, Asher thanked her and began to walk quite briskly through the crowd of students whom were catching up on old friends' summer activities. Once out of the sea of kids, Asher dug through his papers looking for his identification card. Saying a quick and whipsered motivational speech to himself about how the stars meant nothing and no one could tell his what his limitations were, Asher proceeded to flip over his card and read the printed words.

There it was. A picture of him, His name, age, and grade, accompanied by three gold stars. Asher was considered average. Normal. In the middle. Nothing outstanding.

Biting his lip, Asher thought to himself for a bit. This was just a peice of plastic. Once he takes his classes and begins really focusing and concentrating his earth powers, he could increase those stars. Asher made a commitment right there to himself, that he was going to work his behind off and showing himself, along with the rest of the school, what he was really worth.

Asher grinned and threw threw a hand through his hair again to semi-fix its style since he had been playing with it the whole time he was looking at his card and thinking to himself. Re-gripping his bags and belongings, Asher began to walk with his head held high and confidece in his step. But walking with such dignity almost made his trip over some random kid sitting on the flo.....OH! It wasn't some random kid. It was the young boy Asher had seen previously with the group before. Stopping and bending down, Asher began to introduce himself, "Hey, sorry, kiddo. Didn't mean to almost run you over there... I saw you earlier when you were with some of the other guys and that one girl... Comfort I think her name was? Yeah... Her... Anyway... I see you got your papers and stuff. Wanna help me find my room?" Grinning and reaching a hand down to the kid, Asher remembered something... "Oh, hey, by the way... I'm Asher. I dont think we ever officially met."

Seth turned quickly to sneak a glance of the boy whom almost turned him into a living speed bump. Though, in his defense. It probably was not commonplace for boys to be sitting around on the floor. "I'm sorry." Seth grabbed what he could and clumsily tried to move out of the boys name. Asher. That is who it was...right? Seth tried to think back to the boys talking outside...but that freaky lizard kept clouding up his mind. He shuddered a little, and by a little. He did so quite obviously, the nice boy who almost flattened him would of noticed. Though, that was a weird thought....a nice boy flattening him. It was interesting to say the least.

Though he did apologize, albeit. It was mostly his own fault. But the sentiment was appreciated. "Yeah, Comfort." Seth smiled sweetly, his buddy Comfort. He could not help but wonder how she was doing...hopefully she was not lost. Or eaten. "Oh, your room?" Seth rummaged through his papers, dropping them on the floor. Oh this is embarrassing... Seth tried to pick them up quickly, and while he was down on the ground again, he tried to pick up what was left of his dignity too. "Actually..." Seth brought his right hand to his mouth, biting gently on his index finger. His papers and teddy Ronan clenched to his left side with his one free arm. Luggage dispersed around him. "Well I don't know where my room is..." Seth trailed off, he found it hard to talk when Comfort was not around. "But maybe we can...help each other?" Seth made eye contact with Asher or a brief moment, but found it awkward and looked away quickly.

"Im Seth..." Seth smiled slightly at Asher, trying to be as friendly as possible. "This is Ronan." Seth grabbed his papers with his right hand, bringing Ronan inches away from Ashers face. "Do..." Seth brought his bear to his chest, it tended to help him feel secure. "Do you know where we should head?" Seth mumbled slightly, but spoke clearly as he mentioned finding the dorms. "You know....to find the dorms."

((Yay - Nice post ^^ Now Asher can be Seth's new buddy! =D))

Not far behind Asher, Viktor also made his way through the crowd of students, hands in his pockets. He wasn't the slightest bit concerned with the testing of powers -- until a boy with messy, wavy, medium-length brown hair sent a bolt of pure darkness right at his head. Vik's eyes widened in terror as he narrowly avoided it by using the age-old method of ducking and rolling, but before he could yell at the boy, the boy had ran off. Kids these days.

Viktor pushed his way through the crowd to the identification line for seniors, which was significantly smaller than the other lines, and within no time he had moved up to the very front. The lady took one look at him and hurriedly said to him; "You're Viktor, right? Son of Mrs. Mikalov? Senio-of course you're a senior. I've got your papers right here!" Before Viktor could even say anything the shrew-like accountant ducked under the table and produced a set of papers for him. "Here you go, Mister Mikalov! Enjoy your stay at our school, if you have any questions, please feel free to ask any of the staff!"

Viktor took the papers, bewildered, and was about to ask what the hell was that when he was pushed out of the way by a very tall student with curly black hair. Vik decided to let it drop as he stepped away from the counter. He looked over the papers, and read them aloud to himself as he shuffled himself through the crowd to the outside. "Let's see...Name - Viktor Mikalov, check. Age 17, senior, check. Room 316, third floor." His eyes drifted towards the bottom, where a little section said 'Power Rating' was. In that little section were the stenciled letters 'UN', followed by five stars, and a plus mark after that. Viktor blinked and scratched his head -- he had no idea what that meant.

He shrugged and stepped around a throng of gossiping freshman girls and retrieved his bag; then he began to head towards the boy's dorm. Hopefully, he would be partnered with somebody his age, he thought, but dismissed that notion. It wouldn't really matter, after all, he was only here for a year.

Asher began to chuckle at the Seth, quite loudly in fact, and had to put his hand over his mouth hoping to stifle the noise while Seth continued to pick up his papers. When the bear, Ronan, was introduced to him, Asher stopped his giggling and realized, this kid is really sweet, and he's got a good heart. Plus he must have some real self-confidence to drag around that bear of his around the entire school. The looks he must get....

Still grinning like an idiot very happily, Asher responded, "Yeah... Sure. We can help eachother out. I believe that the pleasant croc-girl said the boys' dorms were this away," pointing a finger off out in front of himself and behind Seth. Grabbing one of Seth's bags off the floor Asher began walking towards the direction he has indicated. Asher called back to the young boy, "Well come on. Let's hurry up and find these rooms of ours, I wanna get moved in and get some lunch. I'm starving."

Rummaging through his papers again to find his room number and roommate, Asher kept his pace up. He wasn't lying about being hungry, he had woken up late and hadn't had any tim for breakfast. Not even half a bowl of cereal. Pulling out a sheet, Asher red to himself, Rules of conduct.... Yadda yadda yadda.... Curfews... Yup got that.... AH! Room number! Three-Sixteen. Must be the third floor.... Hm. Lots of stairs.... Oh well.... That'll keep my butt looking good... Roommate.... Uh... Viktor Mikalov... OH! Yeah... Lecture kid. Okay... That's fine with me. He seemed chill."

As the large brick building surrounded by enormous swaying willows came into view, Asher yelled back to Seth, " Hey, Kiddo. I'm in room three-sixteen with that Vik guy. That's the thrid floor I'm thinking... What about you?"

Honey did not want to wait in her dorm for her new room mate. They would be living together for the year so it didn't make sense that she should want to see her so soon. She would find out eventually. Honey left the room and walked down the stairs to go outside. On the way she saw the girl from earlier talking to a smaller girl that looked like a child. It was actually becoming quite common to see teens that looked like toddlers, they were always made fun of, but Honey didn't see the point in it. She would look too much like a monster if she did that. Its not like she already had the body of one.

Honey walked past the two and on her way to outside. There was a steady flow of people that seemed like they knew where they were going. The silver haired girl made her way to a fountain and sat down. She had brought a book with her. The cover of the book had said Moonlit Dreams. It was a girly book something a normal person would be seen with. The truth was that it was just a cover she had gotten from another book. It was really a book on how to control fire. Honey had been able to breath out A LOT of smoke, but never any flames. She thought something was wrong with her. She should be able to control it. Perhaps if she did, she would become a five star student.

Seth put Ronan back into his own personal bag, and went to reach for another. Though his projection was interrupted by Asher who had different plans. Asher had gone and taken some of Seth's luggage, and once again did Seth have people carrying his things around. With all the help he had receiving in regards to his luggage, it was quite shocking he managed to get all those bags to the school in the first place. How did he manage such a feat? No, wait. IT was the fear of the forest. It provided a necessary amount of fear, err...motivation to keep moving.

Asher made a remark of the weird lizard girl, except he called her a croc. Seth was still unsure if it was a human who turned into a croc, or the other way around. He did his best to follow Asher up all of the stairs, the school definitely did not seem handicap accessible. Seth was pretty sure you could get sued for that... then again it was a school of freaks. The schools its self probably did not exist to anyone who was not attending.

Asher also brought up the prospect of lunch. Funny, Seth didn't carry most of his things that day. Yet, he had still worked up an appetite. He continued to follow Asher up what seemed like a thousand steps. Eventually reaching a landing. He yelled out that his room was on the third floor, which prompted Seth to retrieve his room information. Room three-seventeen. If the dorms are like a street...which they are... Seth sped up a little bit, getting next to Asher so he would not have to yell. "I am in room three-seventeen." Seth showed him the paper with such information on it, "I guess I am in the room across from yours then..." Seth was not sure how he felt about being so close to Asher. Heck, being so far from Comfort. Though, Asher was very nice...and helpful. Maybe they could be good friends too.

"Your hungry right..." Seth's quite voice barely broke through the silence. "We can leave our bags in our rooms...and get something to eat if you want..." Seth looked up at Asher with intrigue, his eyes bright. The hopefulness of a child. Which seemed ridiculous, he offered himself as company to eat. He didnt ask for Ashers first born...

Viktor had, of course, chosen the scenic route to the boy's dorms. He wasn't particularly struggling to carry his bags, even if they were really heavy, he had found himself naturally increasing in strength over the past few years -- he could hazard a guess as to why. He was taking in the scenery when he passed by a particularly nice fountain. Vik was about to leave when he spotted the crocodile girl from earlier -- hell, it couldn't hurt to say hello, could it?

With that in mind, Viktor made his way over to where she was sitting and dropped his bags [and guitar case] down onto the ground with a soft thud. "Hey, uh..." He cleared his throat to get her attention, hopefully she wouldn't try to eat his face or something. She seemed particularly irritable, yet Viktor was a sociable person by nature. "I'm not sure what your name is, but," He began, rather awkwardly, but continued. "I just wanted to thank you for earlier. For, you know, the directions and stuff. That was awfully nice of you to help us newcomers out, so thanks." Sincerity was Viktor's motto; you gotta let people know how much you appreciate their stuff, since it makes both parties feel good if the thankful party can get over their embarrassment. And, besides, Viktor was taking a shot in the dark here, but he guessed the girl didn't have many friends, or at least ones that were special like her.

He extended his hand, a little bit away from her book, and gave a smile. "The name's Viktor. Viktor Mikalov. 17, senior, yadda. And what is yours, praytell?" He tried not to overly intrude upon her and give her the option to just ignore him and continue reading if she wished, but he took some sort of pity on the girl. People who lashed out at others so easily usually had either bad childhoods, or were treated badly by other people, and Viktor believed that those people could be different if someone just extended a hand.

Viktor was pretty naive.

So the kiddo was going to be Asher's neighbor. Well, the whole thing seemed like it would be a two-way benefit: Asher got to room close to a new-found friend, and Seth mentioned food. Asher spun quickly around to Seth finishing the last few steps of the stair case and flashed his pearly whites. Great! We're neighbors! And putting our stuff in our rooms sound like a plan, but I'm the kinda guy who need to unpack right away. I wouldn't be able to enjoy lunch if I knew that my stuff was still all in my luggage bags getting wrinkly. You're welcome to keep me company after we drop your stuff off, though. I wouldn;t mind not one bit!"

All of this was quite true. Asher hated leaving things unorganized and in a bag. It was against his nature. He was a bit of an OCD neat freak. Hopefully Seth would understand and keep him company before they headed off too lunch to hopefully meet up with the group of students they had met earlier. Asher liked company. Being alone always made him upset and quite bored. Plus, this Seth kid was pretty cool, and looked like he could also enjoy the company. Maybe Seth could even help Asher unpack!

Looking to his left and right, Asher had realized that when he had stopped to look back at Seth, he also happened to stop right in front of the doors to their rooms. How convenient! "Hey! Seth! I found the rooms!"

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((I didn't want them to head to lunch casue I don't want to move the story line too far ahead. I wanna give everyone a chance to get to their rooms.))

Seth smiled and laughed a little, if he needed to get his things organized that was not a problem. Seth turned to his room and gently opened the door, peering into the room to make sure it was safe before entering. Empty. Seth dragged his bags, in two trips, over to the bed closest to the window. He liked to look outside sometimes. It was very refreshing. He left all of his bags but one, the bag in which Ronan resided. A small, child like backpack. One you would find a kindergartner dragging around or carrying happily on their back. Seth slung it over his shoulders, patting it to ensure Ronan was indeed in there.

"So..." Seth left his room closing the door behind him. Closing it quietly as to not disturb anyone. "Do you want some help unpacking?" Seth smiled and walked over to Ashers room door. He had helped carry his things, find his room - and even invited him to tag along for lunch. It wouldn't help to help organize some of his things. Besides, good things happen to good people. Asher was nice,Seth would be nice...and the cycle should continue. It was simple.

Seth pointed at himself, it made him look much younger then he really was. Especially with a look of innocence and the desire to be helpful on his face. "What can I help you with?" Seth spoke quite clearly. Asher was a lot like Comfort...easy to talk too. It helped he did not want to eat Seth...or have a creepy bunny following him around.

Seth glanced up and down both ends of the hallway. This is where he would spend his years at school. It really did not look that bad. It was definitely less scary up here. That was definitely a bonus.

((Understood! We can spend time chatting in your dorm if you like? Let everyone else settle in? ^^))

"This kid is perfect! He's nice, helpful, and just plain cute," Asher thought to himself. "Sure! Come on in." Asher replied opening the door and bumping it with his hip. Asher then made his way into the room. It smelled fresh for being such an old-looking building, but Asher had no complaints there. The suite seemed to be very symmetrical. There was a common living room with a couch and coffee table in the center with bedrooms attatched to full bathrooms on each side. Two of everything. Asher turned and headed into the room on the right side and opened to the door.

Dragging his two suit cases to the bed, Asher then lifted them up and set them there and began to open them to begin organizing. He then realized it was awfully warm in the room and proceeded to head toward the window and open it to tlet the breeze in. Though this helped some, Asher walked to the bathrooma nd turned on the light looking at himself in the mirror. Taking off his coat and polo, Asher was now left in a white tank-top under shirt and his jeans. Yes, he was much cooler now.

Turning back to his bags he first kicked off his leather shoes and began taking out some of the clothes he had brought to put in the closet.

((That sounds good!))

Honey immediately furrowed her brow and lowered her book to see who was talking to her. It was a guy, thanking her for helping them. She didnt know it, but some smoke was pouring out of her nostrils. She was easily irritable, but the guy didn't seem to want anything from her. A handshake? Absolutely not! Honey looked at his hand then again at the guys face. Viktor huh? "Honey, 17, junior." She didn't feel like giving out her last name it was unnecessary. Honey completely ignored the hand that was offered to her and she went back to reading her book showing that she was definitely not interested in anything this guy had to offer. What was it friendship? Romance? Honey did not want to get caught up in this guys drama.

Seth followed Asher into his room, looking around with a bright smile on his face. He watched as Asher went and opened a window and continued to walk further into Ashers room. Seth turned to see Asher standing in front of the mirror. The light was what had gotten his attention, but now he found himself watching as Asher took off his jacket,and then his polo. Seth then realized he was watching as Asher was undressing himself, a wave of embarrassment washed over him and he could feel his face going red. Great, now I'm a pervert... Seth walked over to the luggage to occupy himself, his red face went away quickly. A weird bonus from healing faster, he did not blush for very long due to that power. It seemed silly, but it had its uses if you were a shy kid.

Asher came out of the bathroom and kicked off his shoes, it was then Seth realized he was still wearing his. "Oh." Seth sat on the ground and pulled off his shoes quickly, tossing them over to the front door as to avoid making a mess anywhere else in the dorm room. Asher had begun to unload one of the bags of luggage he had and Seth straddled on over. He pointed at the other bag and practically mumbled, "Do you want me to do this one?" Seth did not know if Asher really want him touching his things...but he figured it was nice to offer.

Seth pulled Ronan out of his bag and gave him a quick tour of Ashers room. Seth could not help but let his mind wander. Who would Asher live with? Who would he live with? Seth had almost forgotten - he had to have a room mate!

Viktor took a step back as smoke bellowed from the girl's nose. She was irritated again at him, though he hadn't done nearly anything but introduce himself and thank her. She was obviously disinterested, and so he shrugged helplessly. It couldn't be altered, so there was no point in it. "Well, guess ya' don't want to talk to me. See you 'round, hopefully you're in a better mood next time we meet." He picked up his bags and without a look back, began to head towards the boy's dorms. Well, there certainly were a lot of interesting personalities here, some more tolerable than others for sure.

It wasn't long before Viktor found himself at his room on the third floor. 316 -- he looked over his papers again. Yeah, this was the place. He opened the door without knocking and barged in with his luggage -- at least three suitcases and a guitar case, all looking pretty damn heavy. He, without even so much as glancing at anything else, immediately swamped himself over to the side of the room with the bed next to the window overlooking the courtyard, and set his stuff there, then sat down on the bed -- effectively claiming it for himself.

It was about that time that Viktor noticed other people in the room. The black-haired kid from before and the one named Asher. Viktor blinked and looked at his papers. Yeah, he was in 316. And this was room 316. He voiced his concern out loud -- "Hey guys. I think I may have got the wrong room? Unless the staff put three people in a room with two beds..." He scratched the back of his head in confusion.

Asher turned to the boy next to him and smiled, "Yeah, Sure you can help. That's all my bathroom crap, soap, razors, towels, all that stuff. Just put it all in the bathroom cabinet except the soap and shampoo and conditioner go in the shower and the tooth brush and paste go on the sink. Oh... And sorry for the shirt... Or lack-there-of... Hope you don't mind. I forget I'm not at home."

About this time Asher had heard a familiar voice. "Hey, Vik. Nah, it's just you and me in the suite, Seth is across the hall in three-seventeen. He's keeping me company while I unpack before we go down for lunch. We're going to try and find the other kids we had met earlier down there when we go to eat." Asher had spotted the guitar case across the suite in Vik's room while he has talking to his roommate. That mean he was going to have music sooner or later. Asher wasn't a very big fan of music, but he didn't want to inhibit Vik and his hobby. He would just excuse himself over to Seth's room. That's what he would do. Hopefully Seth wouldn't mind the company.