((Sorry for the late intro. Had to visit my mother in the hospital, and I had school today... soooo haha yeah. oh, and i totally just looked down and saw that my thread was on the "most popular topics" list. XDDDDD))
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Aella drove down the road, her head bobbing along to the song she had blaring from her cars speakers; "Kernkraft 400" by Zombie Nation. She hummed along with the tune, pulling into the long driveway of the mansion she would be staying at. She smiled up at the building, turning her music off, and parking her car.
Stepping from the Aston Martin, she grabbed a couple of smaller bags, and headed indoors, dancing a bit on her way in. She had many more in the car, and would definitely be taking more trips out to fetch them, and bring them up to her room. She walked in the front doors of the mansion, and over to a table near the front entrance which held a bunch of keys. She smirked as she saw one that had a key chain which read "Little Miss Popularity" in rainbow letters. "That one must be mine..." she muttered to herself, grabbing it, and then grabbing her bags. She began to walk in the direction of some voices, figuring that the others had made it before she had. Smiling to herself, she opened the door of her room, absorbing in the way it looked. At least they had gotten it right; everything had to be black, purple, or wine colored.
She dropped her bags in the doorway, and then began her trip out to her car to get more bags. In all, it took her about seven trips to get everything.
After she had gotten all the bags into the room, she began to unpack, which didn't take her long, because she was a perfectionist about these kinds of things, and she had a certain way of doing them efficiently.
The giant walk in closet was full of clothes, and shoes; neat and organized according to season, style, and color. And the various items she "needed to live" were all where they should be in the room. Happy with the way things were, she zipped her suitcases inside one another, and pushed them under the bed, before she climbed into it, and sprawled out, happy to be able to relax.
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Hiro stared blankly at the mansion in front of him. He wasn't really into these sorts of lavish things; he just wanted to be able to relax, and go to shows. Shaking his head, he mentally beat himself up. 'Why on earth did I even bother to volunteer for this?' he questioned himself.
Sighing, the smaller asian man grabbed up his suitcases from his car, and headed into the mansion. The first thing he noticed was a table with a few keys on it. He glanced them over, before spotting one he assumed was his; the key chain was a black and white skull and cross bone.
He grabbed them off of the table, and made the way to the rooms. Finding his, he unlocked his door, and threw his bags in the door, walking in and shutting the door behind him. He then began to unpack his suitcases, putting things where they needed to be.
After he was finished, he opened his door back up, and gazed around the halls. No one was out and about yet, but he could hear some of them talking. Shaking his head again and frowning, he walked back into his black and white room, and lay himself down on the bed. He grabbed his art book off of the side table, and began to draw some more designs for a tattoo he was planning on getting in the near future.
"He’s like fire and ice and rage.
He’s like the night,
and the storm at the heart of the sun...
He’s ancient and forever.
He burns at the center of time
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