"Man....that was a great nap." After a small yet pleasant, and well deserved, ciesta, Tohru rose from the bed stretching and yawning, popping her stiffened neck and loosening her tense joints. The metal queen felt perfectly relaxed and ready for another epic jam session, but she was unaware how much time had passed while she was out cold, dead to the world. Her blurry eyes, still half filled with sleep, scanned about the room till they fell on the nearby wall clock. "2:35 already?" Tohru mused scratching the back of her head. And still her roommate hadn't shown up yet. This was starting to be boring for her as usual. "Well...I guess I'll just meet and greet then." Maybe it was best she prowled around the dorms. Who knows, she might make a couple of friends here and there, despite the fact Tohru had nothing to do with most of these girls, or school for that matter. Standing to her feet, she stumbled over to the closet, where a uniform was already planned out for her. "Ugh...fascist much?" Uniforms, whoever thought of the damned and infernal identity killing suit should be shoved into a phone booth full of tarantulas, at least that was Tohru's personal commentary on school uniforms. That didn't mean she could make a few "alterations" though. "First, these gotta go." She clutched the sleeves of the white shirt and yanked them off with a satisfying rip.

After that, she went to work abusing and tarnishing the pristine condition of her seifuku, with a little help from some small trinkets in her guitar case. In the skirt, she shoved a few thick safety pins in the hem and finished it off with a bullet belt and a Motorhead buckle. Next, the shirt still needed a little more "finess." On the suffocating scarf, Tohru placed a silver demon head broach and scrawled on the pure white with a grisly black sharpie, "LILIUM SUXX!" with an anarchy "A" next to it. "Now that is a uniform." Stripping off, Tohru put on her newly improved clothing and did her hair in sort of a crazy, mohawk style. Her two studded bracelets and demonia boots would be a nice addition to this outfit as well. Dressed and ready to "meet and greet," Tohru stepped out of the dorm, where upon immediately the eyes of every girl in the hallway fell upon her in shock. Tohru gave them all an evil grin before turning heel and proudly marching down the hall clad in rawk gear from head to toe. "Heh, I think half these chicks would die if they had to wear Morbid Threads."