Nary a white cloud dotted the perfect blue sky on this quiet April morning, the sun shining ever so brightly and casting its rays over the sprawling meadows and rolling hills of the lovely countryside. Though, on this particular day, the sun shined its brightest on a certain academic establishment, erected atop a hill overlooking the whole of the beautiful, vast countryside.

Rising high towards the heavens, as if to defy the gods themselves, the illustrious stone towers stood tall and gallant over the entire campus, banners and tapestries waving amidst a cool breeze displaying the heraldry of the school, its seal, a black lion's head with two gilded swords crossing beneath it, set back against two broad stripes of gold and red. Today, the sound of a bell could be heard chiming on the wind, its soft and pleasant tone echoing alongside the gentle patter of cherry blossom petals that seemed to hang in the air, spiraling and slowly twirling as they made their descent to the ground below. The start of cherry blossom season, the shining sun, the bell chime, all of these elements added up to one equation. Yes, it was the beginning of another year for Seiko Academy.

The black iron gates leading up to the academy's grounds, carefully manicured and maintained lawns and gardens dotted with several trees and pruned shrubbery, were wide open. Groups of girls and boys, all wearing similar uniforms, could be seen sitting on the benches, laughing, socializing, greeting old friends and starting on the way to making new ones, all the while the campus-planted cherry blossoms had their petals blowing around in the wind, giving the air inside school grounds a charming atmosphere of pink.

But while the mood was one of cheer, socializing, and warm greetings, there was one girl in particular who opted rather to stay out of the limelight.

Nestled underneath quite tall and shady tree, the student known as Ayame or Kage-san spent her school day as usual, quietly observing the others while clasping in her hands a book. This time, it was a collection of writings from Greek philosophers, such as Socrates and Plato. Even as the sun's rays basked and sizzled against her pale, ghostly complexion, the girl couldn't help but feel no warmth at all piercing her frail skin....skin marred with several cuts, several red and black scars, the grisly results of her line of work. Luckily the sleeves on her uniform were long enough to obscure the ghastly abrasions, same for her black stockings.

She sighed, her slender, steely fingers turning the page of her book, her dark eyelashes batting softly.

Another year it seemed. Wonder how this one would end?

Hitomi Sora
Among the crowds of students a single figure could be picked out as not really belonging to any one group. Sora enjoyed mingling with the new students in the first few days of the new school year, although soon enough they would disappear into the forests at the edge of the Academy grounds to spend some time alone. None of the new students seem suspicious or threatening, yet, but they were quite predictable.

Sora approached a small group of girls, putting an arm over the nearest girl's shoulder before speaking. "So, what do you think of the Academy so far?" The girls all looked a little surprised at the sudden intrusion, the one jumping away from Sora's touch. None of them answered. Smiling, Sora shrugged and walked away, quickly disappearing into the crowd. Freshman girls are so fun to mess with. It was easy to tell at a glance that most of these kids were too cowardly to be a problem later on, even the ones that act tough.

Tiring of reconnaissance for now, Sora started to head towards the dormitories, pausing as they saw a familiar face sitting under a tree. Kage-san... To this day, Sora still wasn't sure how they felt about their fellow Class Noir students. Mostly, Sora tried to show respect for them, as members of the same dark trade, however there had been a few over the years that had become "Friends" of a sort. Ayame was one of those Sora had never tried to get close to however, maybe that could change this year?

Moving on quickly enough that Ayame may or may not have noticed them, Sora didn't really care if she did, they arrived at the dormitories within a few minutes. The rooms for all the students were already assigned, and upon seeing that their roommate was a freshman Sora sighed. After looking up what rooms each of the other Class Noir students were in, Sora headed up to their own room, pleased to find that their roommate had not chosen a side of the room yet.

After getting their side of the room set up, Sora left the Dorms and began roaming the grounds, not exactly going anywhere specific. If someone wanted to, Sora would be easy to find. At least for today.

@Flightless_Soul

A pale boy walked through the crowds of students wearing a not so friendly grin on his face. To promote his psychotic appearance even more every time he took a step the broken chains that were attached to his wrist and ankles shook. Students in a full fledge conversation stopped to run out of his path of direction. It seems he was the life of the nonexistent party. Why is he wearing a muzzle..? A question that was repeatedly whispered through the crowds of students. One student was shall we say brave enough to step forward and question Jin on his attire.

Turning around with a big smile on his face that was completely hidden by the muzzle Jin looked at the student and said. "It's because I bite!" Jin laughed psychotically walking away from the students and began making his way to the dormitories. The students he left had chills down there spines and weren't so pleased with Jim's response to the question. After awhile of walking something seem to catch the young boys eye.

A lonely student enjoying a book under a tree. Jin smiled walking towards the tree his chains clanking and clinking with each step. His eyes weren't opened all the way to get a good look at his victim but that didn't matter to him. He was to blind by the that of a pray on the first day of school. "I hear there's something cool and fictional in the woods." Jin poorly attempted to catch the young girls attention. He continued to wear a cheesey grin and squint his eyes. Apparently even this close to her he was still unable to determine who it was. Maybe paying attention to rumors were more important the Jin could think. Oh well it all depends if he can land a fish with the bait he put out there.

@Vesuvius00@Slendy



In truth, she did notice Sora wandering about the schoolyard per usual, but only from a brief glance from her book to her fellow Noir classmate, typical of them trying their damndest not to be seen. Merely Kage-san shrugged her shoulders and resumed reading. She honestly had no thoughts or qualms about her classmates. Rather, she saw them as equal. They were all part of Class Noir for one simple...bloody reason. Another sigh, pleasant yet bored, parted her dry, pale lips, another turning of the page, another skimming of ancient knowledge pinned by long dead intellectual minds. It was nice to relax before classes would begin, yet...even that in itself would be difficult.

She soon heard it, the shrill, horrid cackle of a madman, the rattling of rusted, steel chains scratching and scraping across the concrete pathway, so irritating to her that it made her brow crinkle slightly. The ominous, unpredictable presence loomed ever closer to her, the iron scent of blood heavy upon the wind and choking out the subtle fragrance of cherry blossoms, a familiar smell to who else but a cutthroat. "Don't even think about it." She hissed under breath in a deadpanned tone, a flick of her wrist producing a sharp, slender knife that was mere inches from skewering his jugular, all while her attention remained affixed to the book in her lap. Another flick of her wrist and the knife receded into the sanctity of her sleeve, Ayame snapping her book shut and rising to her feet. "Hmph. Nice head-gear." One more little jest she gave before turning on her heels and sauntering away.

To think they would accept someone like him for Class Noir. The killing intent was there, yes, but his demeanor...so unprofessional, so sloppy. There was a fine line between a professional and a psychopath.

She kept walking meanwhile in thought, the soft breeze sending her silk raven hair flowing behind her, her empty, soulless gaze only upon the ground beneath her. Soon she had arrived at the dorm hall. She didn't care who she roomed with, as long as they didn't bother her too much. Room 312, home, or...what constituted now as home. Slowly she opened the door, revealing to herself the quaint, simplistic room, two beds on either side, a few shelves and one dresser. Well, at least there was a place to keep her books, Ayame mused. She decided the bed next to the window would be hers, falling into it on her back...gazing headlong at the stark white ceiling above..and taking in the silence.

@Flightless_Soul

Shizukesa moved around the courtyard towards the dormitories, Ugh. I'm horrendously bored.
On that though, she started rifling through her bag quickly making sure her favorite book was still there, she smiled as she saw it.
You'll be getting another re-read back at the dorm.

As she moved back towards her dorm, she pulled out the slip of paper given to her with her dorm number for this year.
They had given her a high number, which didn't bother her much, cardio is important. She had all the stuff from her room at home collected in one bag, which unsurprisingly only contained books and movies, she had taken it in good faith that, for the fact most kids didn't read, there would be a free bookshelf in the room.

Shizukesa entered the dormitories and climbed to three hundred and twelve, she sighed and hoped that she hadn't got a complete jackass for a roommate. Shizukesa opened the door delicately and entered, she saw a girl lying on her back in one of the beds. She tossed her bag towards the opposite bed and didn't really say anything above. "Shizukesa."

A lone figure walked passed the mobs of excited students, uncaring, unknown, and unnoticed. His face was a mask of utter focus; serious, controlled, but not detached. He dodged groups of students while still keeping his eyes trained on the object in his hands. He riffled through its pages, staring at each new page with increasing intensity. Then, slowly, ever so slowly, a smile formed on his lips.

"There's nothing like reading some good porn in the morning~!" he sighed happily, much to the disgust and shock of students who were close enough to hear him. He paid no mind to their baleful stares, however, and continued about his business, unconcerned about how he looked.

"Oh I was so nervous about having to transfer to a new school, but you really do calm me down, don't you *Kumi-chan~"
^{* The name of this pornstar has no relation whatsoever to real people living or dead, and is purely a work of fiction}
"Wait, calm down seems a bit wrong . . . er, I guess it's just I get so 'excited' that I forget I'm nervous? Bah, who cares."

Amidst his talking to himself, however, was the fact that people had now stopped paying attention to him - no, they were not ignoring him, Koshitsuji Gisei had simply fallen out of their perception. With complete and total serenity, Gisei walked towards his dorm room; he didn't know if he would have a roommate yet, but he was informed that for now, he would be completely alone here.

"Welp, here's home sweet home then!" his sigh, devoid of any actual emotion, echoed through the empty room.

The bark of the cherry tree presses into the small of her back. Her fingers fiddle with the new uniform, fresh and crisply pressed. She looks around and feels the light flow of energy pass through her. Hope, after the break it feels refreshing. Her hand goes to cover her smile and her green eyes cloud with a dreamy look. Bubbles of this feeling swell her chest and she curls her toes in excitement for the new school year. Her pulse speeds up thinking about her classes, especially one. Her pulse almost drowned out the sound of the heavy chains and whispers that the breeze carried to her. Her breath catches in her throat as the scent of blood dances under her nose. It is, to say the least, mouthwatering. Closing her eyes, Chi breathes it in deep. Feeling the direction of the wind and where the source is. She bends her head to the right and looks around her tree.

A muzzled boy with chains as accessories catches her eye, she neutrally gazes over him. Her eyes widen and she swallows. Th-that's...a police style basket muzzle. The most expensive on the market, but it's the safest as well. It's even difficult for humans to untie the special clips. It’s used for fighting or service dogs...why would he wear one?

A classmate steps out in front of him. My first thought, ‘Idiot’. I watch closely to how he moves, his actions seem to move one way but as if another force moves it a different position. I can’t help but feel compelled to get closer but to keep my distance. His aura feels like death.

“It’s because I bite!”

Hmm. I guess that's why. She can’t help but feel the other students fear, it charged her. Every emotion was palpable. She uses it to add her own energy, stronger ones, like fear, hope, love, hate and her favorite madness.

He makes his way to Kage-san, she’s in my class,the Noir class, but I highly doubt she knows my name. And deep inside, I want to keep it that way. But muzzle boy seems cocky, and that can get you killed. I stifle my laugh as she looks annoyed at him, he’s not the first one to try and impress. But I can’t help but find it amusing just the same.

I can just barely see the scripted lettering on her book, the familiar font spelling out the title. A classic, and one in my collection. I tuck a strand of red hair behind my ear and turn back. My hands fold behind my back and I tip my head against the bark. Smiling as the scent of iron, blossoms and possibility swirl around me.

This should be interesting.

@Whitewind



For a moment or so she closed her eyes, letting the silence envelop her, letting her mind drift away into an abyss of dismal serenity.

Her body, it felt...weightless almost, like the very gravity that held her down had now forsaken her and she was floating away...into nothing. Water...she began to feel it all around her, feeling every ripple of cold liquid lap against her face. She was looking up at the sky now, gray and mournful, soon to give way to a chilling, soft rain... a few drops she felt against her cheek, pale and cold.



A sound began to overtake the gentle lapping of water, distant first but growing ever so in intensity, the constant beating like a thousand horses and chariots riding forth into a bloody fray. Closer and closer...louder and louder the rampant noise became, and strangely...all the more silent it grew as it came closer...and she began...to sink.



Then suddenly...a blinding light pierced her eyes.



She awoke from her lucid trance, just as another presence had entered her midst. Her eyes, blue as ice, sprung open, but she did not move from the bed, merely turning her head sideways to see who it was who had slipped into the dorm unannounced. Her room mate had arrived. Rising from her bed, Ayame ruffled the back of her hair a little, a blank stare towards the student introducing herself as Shizukesa.

"Ayame." She whispered in reply to the girl, her voice soft and deadpan, not a hint of any sort of emotion, just as the rest of her face was void of expression. There was something about Shizukesa that pegged her as bewildered. Just one look at her and Ayame could tell she was part of Class Noir, yet...she could sense no blood on her, a scent that easily gave away dark hands that murdered with utmost discretion. She wondered if this girl had ever killed at all. "Hajimemashite." She said with a respectful bow, then resumed sitting on the side of the bed without another word spoken.

"Your no fun Kage-sama....!" Jin shouted as she walked away. He wasn't so happy about the fact that she joked about his fashion statement that he couldn't remove which was brave of her. Jin shrugged and left the tree sight surprisingly exchanging glances with a red head. He'd have to keep an eye on her and make sure she's not a lovely stalker. He grinned swinging his chains in a circle walking towards the dorms. Jin wasn't tired or looking forward to a boring roommate. Kage-sama was out of the question so he couldn't stalk her.

He stopped midway towards the dorms and looked back in the direction of the grounds. Thinking should he go back and choice a victim out of the crowds of students or stalk someone in the dorms. Less students and space or more students and more space. Jin decided to go with the dorms and stalk people there. Anyways it goes his name will be known and feared like a certain -sama of Noir. Like a kid entering Disneyland Jin ran towards the dorms with a psychotic smile on his face. He even chaotically swung his chains to show how excited he was.

@Flightless_Soul

Shizukesa pulled her books out of her bag, delicately and meticulously placing them on the shelf. First in genre, then by alphabetical order. She looked over at the TV, and started to empty her bag even more, she left her clothing in it for the moment.

"How do you feel about movies?" Shizukesa asked Ayame, "I'm a big fan, and I brought a lot from home." Shizukesa was attempting to make some small talk, although she was a bit nervous.

She lets out a puff of air, her crimson bangs lifting up slightly.
'Where is that damn room?' She looks down at the piece of paper and her green eyes narrow at the ink. She leans against the wall of the bright but empty corridor and slides down and her face is soaked in the sunlight. "After three years of walking around here....Its almost like the school changes every time. Just to mess me up."
'Maybe I can just sleep in the hallway.' Her green army bag was next to her and it twitched. Realization hit her...SHE FORGOT ABOUT RUBY!!!
Scrambling she unzipped the bag and peered into it. Her small dog, Ruby, looks up at her sleepy. She rubs her eye with her tiny paw and curls back up on the other side of her body. Chi lets out a breath of relief and strokes the little puppy on the belly. She pokes it and sticks out her bottom lip. The little dog looks up at her.
"Ruby, I forgot where the room is...." She pulls the small pug out of the bag, letting her walk along side. She slings the army bag over her shoulder and wanders around. Ruby stops and sniffs up in the air and I feel some one near, I pick her up and hold my finger to my lips. Our sign for shh. I peek around the corner and narrow my eyes. One hand holding my pup, the other holding my loose strands back.
The chains clink together and my heart beat slows, breathing all but stops. I feel a small prickling at the back of my neck. The boy who was talking with Ayame earlier. He still has his muzzle on.
'I wonder how he sleeps with it on? Or even drinks and eats...'I stop my thoughts, afraid they might be loud enough for the strange boy to hear.

Ryouta walked silently through the school grounds. He wasn't trying to be quiet right now, but he was certainly more quiet than anyone else around. The bustling grounds made him appear like any average student. No one noticed anyones sounds when so many were going on at once. So many happy meetings between students coming back and new greetings both good and bad. The goofy muzzled kids chains were an interesting sound, as well as his conversation. It seemed his target was less than ammused with him. Ryou assumed that those two were probably a part of class Noir they tried to conceal their presence to much in such a large crowd. It's better to just be the crowd in these situations. Anyways, Ryou searched for a couple of normal students that he hung out with on occasion. It was nice to take a break from the Noir chaos that the bloodthirsty always hungered for. Ryou probably didn't have as many kills as the other students, but he was sort of proud of that. It's not that he enjoyed killing or was good at it, he just could. He never really had killing intent. The only way he could bring himself to kill was to don his mask. The demon could kill. It was a hidden part of him, that could not be allowed to escape. It would be much to noisy, just like the rest of these students.

Ryou couldn't find his friends this day and decided to head to his dorm room. There bustling noise began to settle down and transform into the melodic songs of nature. He could still hear the occasional student here and there, storming in their normal gait across the sidewalk or through the grass leading to the dorms. He found his dorm and made his way inside. He began to make his way upstairs. 327 was the room number that he sesarched for. As he made his way upstairs he heard chains. Ahh, must be the muzzle again. a dogs panting? It certainly sounded like that, but unless some student liked being a dog then one of them must have snuck it in. As he climbed more he heard a dogs panting? It certainly sounded like that, but unless some student liked being a dog then one of them must have snuck it in. As he approached the third floor he heard nervous breathing, but it suddenly stopped. All the sounds were coming from the other hallway. Ryou continued through to a door to his hallway. It was quiet here. A few students moved about their rooms organizing and claiming their halves. He reached his room and entered. No one was there. He walked over to the window side of the room. He enjoyed the light it was still able to find him out. He dropped his bag on his bed and walked over to his desk, removing his ear plugs and placing them down on it.

@Whitewind @rechonq @Evangaline @Slendy @TheHangedMan @Vesuvius00



Twas quite a selection of books she had. It almost made Ayame embarrassed of her own collection, just a little. Everything from romances to gothic horror to even a few books Ayame had never seen nor heard of. "Impressive." She mused. Then quite another surprise when Shizukesa began pulling...movies from her bag, quite a few favorites of the assassin too. "Oh. So you're a movie lover as well." Strange to think that she and her roommate would have such in common.

She grabbed one from the pile, noticing it right off the bat. Akira Kurosawa's Seven Samurai, the epic tale of seven unlikely ronin banding together to protect a lowly village from a gang of miscreants. In truth, a treasured gem for Ayame. "We'll have to watch this one sometime. It's my favorite." She spoke rather nostalgic and misty eyed. Quite a patron of the arts she was.

But, as much as she would have enjoyed a movie date with her new roommate, it would have to wait. A loud pop of static awoke the PA system, followed by a brief but stern message from a man's voice,

"Attention. Headmistress Natsume's commencement speech will begin in fifteen minutes. All students and faculty please report to the auditorium at this time. That is all."

And with that, Ayame sighed in displeasure. "Never mind." She muttered under her breath. "I suppose we better hurry, don't you, Shizu-san?"

The speaker overhead turned on, the light hum pierces the air before the deep male voice commands attention.
"Attention. Headmistress Natsume's commencement speech will begin in fifteen minutes. All students and faculty please report to the auditorium at this time. That is all."
She looks up and around, Ruby tucked in the crook of my arm. She glares down at the crumbled paper in my fingers. 327...She turns around the corner and looks at the plated numbers on each door. 324..325..326..AH! FOUND IT! She giggles and Ruby sniffs the air. I knock on the door and the stop.
'Idiot, this is your room as well.' Knots form in her tummy and she pushes forward as the door opens and swallows the nervousness. She looks around and sees earbuds placed on the desk on one side of the room. Hugging Ruby close, she steps in and see a male in the room and she heads to the bed that doesn’t have a bag on it. Chi sits down on it and look around and smile at the other boy.
“I- I hope you don’t mind dogs, sir. She really is a good girl and I promise she won’t wreck anything.” She waits for a reply and sets Ruby on her lap.

@Evangaline

Ryou had just begun to unpack his stuff as the announcement went off about the commencement speech. I wonder if I'll go this year. He continued unpacking and organizing as he heard footsteps coming down the hallway. He tried to ignore them, expecting they would go past. As they got closer the sound of the dog's panting picked up again. That must be whoever snuck a dog in here. I wonder how long they'll be able to keep it hidden. As the steps continued he could tell it was likely a woman of sorts. Her gait was lighter and matched that of a typical woman. Well there's no way that's my roomate. As the footsteps got louder he ignored them, but they were slowing down as they approached his room. I wonder if she'll be one of my neighbors. The foorsteps continued right up to his door. He was thoroughly confused. Maybe he guessed the gender wrong. A person's gait isn't terribly reliable. Maybe she's lost, there are some ditsy people around. At that moment the door began to open and Ryou was shocked to see a girl walk through the door. Maybe she just came to say hi. How did she know I was here? Why did she bring her bag? He stood and watched as she carried her belongings to the other bed and sat down on it. His mind blank now just waiting for her to do something. She set her dog down on her lap and simply asked if he minded dogs and that she was a good girl. She looks like a good girl. The dog is a good girl not her. Well she probably is too, but what is this? They don't normally pair students. It has happened a few times before. Maybe she's lost lets check that.

He nervously replied with a slight sweat forming. "Umm, I don't mind dogs at all. That looks like a very good girl. The dog, she's a good girl. Anyways are you sure this is your room? Can I read your paper?" He walked over and looked at her paper and sure enough it was his dorm and room 327. How is this? Is this good? She'll be a distraction. I have school and probably assassination. Is she an assassin? Will she be distracting? But she's a girl. I get to spend a year rooming with a girl. By this point he was visibly sweating. No matter. I'll figure this out later. I need to be polite. It'd be bad if I got on her bad side. I have heard about girls bad sides. Ryou turned back towards the girl. "Umm, I'm Ryouta, Souma Ryouta. Are you planning on going to the commencement speech?"

@rechonq
She listens to him and watches him feel uncomfortable. It was...cute. Kinda. Ish. A bubble of nervousness rises and she lightly swings her feet on the bed and smiles at him. He takes her paper and she laughs abit.
"It honestly took me a good hour to find this room, I hope you don't kick me out." Ruby reaches out and sniffs his hand when it comes close to hers. Her green eyes look up at his face and she smiles warmly at him.
"Umm, I'm Ryouta, Souma Ryouta. Are you planning on going to the commencement speech?" His aura radiates and she lets it flow through her, his nervousness setting her on the edge of the bed in excitement. She shakes her head 'No'.
"People all shoulder to shoulder and in an area that tightly monitored isn't really my thing. I don't want to end up next to some idiot who makes annoying one liners every other pause." She thinks to herself, 'I dont want to be the idiot to walk in during the speech.' "Are you going to go, Ryouta?"
She lets Ruby out of her lap and the little pup nuzzles against the pillow and Chi gets lost in the moment and smiles with ease. Her attention turns back to Ryouta and her green eyes widen.
"I'm Chi, Rōzu Chi. It's very nice to know I will be rooming with a respectful gentleman." She bows her head and looks back up with bright eyes.

Hitomi Sora
Sora had wandered in a loop around campus, ending up back at the Dorms as the announcement came on over the PA. Not being one to actually go to Assemblies they just hung out in the dorm's common area until a feeling of indecision came over them. Surely, their roommate would have found the room by now... Sora didn't really want to go there if their roommate would be there. Some people tried too hard to be "Friendly" and ended up asking too many questions.

As boredom won out, Sora climbed the stairs quickly. Before they got to their room however, they saw someone much more interesting than whoever their roommate was. It was another Class Noir student, Jin. He wore a muzzle and chains as he walked about, a somewhat-crazed look in his eye. A small grin formed on Sora's face as they approached him.
"Hey, Jin. Excited to start the new year?" Sora's tone was friendly but also respectful enough that they wouldn't seem pushy. Sora would leave Jin alone if it seemed that he didn't want to talk. It was never a good idea to get on the bad side of a Class Noir student, especially since you had to live, or die, with the consequences.

@Slendy

@Evangaline

Ryou had begun to relax again. Her complement helped him to regain his calm. "No you are fine. I was just a little surprised we got roomed together. I wouldn't kick you out. I'm guessing I wouldn't be able to if I tried." He moved back to his side and continued to unpack. "No, I'm not going to go either. I've been enough times." He assorted a pile of clothes and put them in his dresser. "So Chi, how long have you been here? And where are you from?" He began to think to himself again. This is still definitely crazy. She seems nice enough. And this year shouldn't be bad. I don't know why I was so nervous. I don't get even get nervous when killing people. I guess this was just a shock to me.

@Vesuvius00

Jin walked down the hallways in search for a room to call his own. He wasn't gonna tell anyone that he forgot his own room number. That'd make him look like a joke. Then he'd have to kill a lot more people just to fill satisfied of making a fool out of himself. When he thought of the scenario he smiled thinking about the murding part. Soon he hwwrd the announcement that sadden him. Now he'd have to search for a room later. He walked back the way he came his chains making their usual clinging and attention grabbing sounds.

Hitomi Sora
"Hey, Jin. Excited to start the new year?"

Jin looked down barely noticing Sora. "Oh...it's you. Sure! New Year! New Various meal choices." He replied with a not so pleasing smile on his face. Attempting to be a good cookie Jin continued to walk heading towards the exit of the dorms. "We're suppose to head to the auditorium... Need a non-violent, anti-cannibalist to escort you there...just the two of us?" Jin asked poorly lying to get Sora to tag along with him. Hopefully they aren't one of the Noir that knows of his true nature. Sora probably would know now thanks to his poor lying skills.

@rechonq
"No you are fine. I was just a little surprised we got roomed together. I wouldn't kick you out. I'm guessing I wouldn't be able to if I tried." He moved back to his side and continued to unpack. "No, I'm not going to go either. I've been enough times." He assorted a pile of clothes and put them in his dresser. "So Chi, how long have you been here? And where are you from?"
She unzips her bag and pulls out a small card, handing it to him.

"Kyoto, Kyoto. It's by Osaka. It really is beautiful there. I've been at this school for 2 years, but I stay over the break months, I came here for extra courses trying to catch up or get ahead. I transferred here with my uncle after an accident had happened. He's..." She realizes shes talking to much...it's easy to talk when you feel good around a person. When you let yourself trust. She pulls up the corner of her lips."He is always busy." She stretches and Ruby snores. "I'm sorry if I'm rambling."
She smiles a bit.
"So, I wonder if we will have any classes together. I got my schedule a week before school officially started. I hear they have new art classes."