Chris calmly walked into the dorm, after much trial and error from the people around him. The room looked, for lack of better words, perfect. From the mix of bright green and soil brown on the carpet, to the stone grey and black walls. Heck, they even felt like the rocks of the cave, dark and jagged, hard and fortituded. He was willing to bet not much noise could brake through this either. Quiet when he wanted, and able to blast out the music if need be.
Perfect.
A simple bed sat in the corner, a nightstand on the right with a digital clock, with an iPod dock. (although he didn't always want to use a bed, but there was a rather comfortable looking rug to the left of the bed anyway), and a simple dark cherrywood desk sat on the opposite side, in front of two old looking stereo speakers, as tall as he was. Hey, these are MINE! While mauling over how in the hell they got his stuff, he noticed his 15 inch Apple MacBook Pro and External Hard Drive was sitting on the table. He looked inside, and brandished out his spare earbuds, writing journals, and his "stereo headphones," a set of beatutiful Grado Labs SR60s. OK, this is almost creepy... He looked to the north wall opposite of the door, and found all his instruments in good working order, as well as a nice lamp and a chair for playing if needed, aside from the light fixture/ceiling fan above him. He glanced around a little more, right next to the door was a mini-fridge, full of water and... hehe, raw steak. Murr, they think of everything.
Looking on the door, there was a slip of paper that red "rules." He took a look over it, and saw it blank. Must be for me to add rules for myself... He took out a pencil and wrote.
1. Do not touch my laptop or writing books without permission, if I'm working on any of these please wait until I am done.
2. Please keep your voice level to a minimum unless needed.
3. I would rather you not advertise, unless it is for a charity. All good hearts welcome. smile
4. Please mind the other wolves, if they are here it's for a reason.
5. Do not beg me for things, thank you. I would rather you ask.
Mishoni High [Open for Enrollement]
A High School RPG with a master twist
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