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[Alistair]----
By the time everything was all put away, Alistairs' CD already looped back to track one. He realized it wasn't as interesting the second time around, so he simply shut the power off and threw the radio back in the closet. Then he got up, gazing around the room he had personalized. The uniform he didn't want to wear was hanging in the closet, his dark, shiny Katana by his bedside. That was pretty much all he really needed in his room.

Alistair stood in the middle of the dorm awkwardly, trying to figure out what to do next.

Grumble.

Looking down at his torso, he realized he was rather hungry. Not bloodlust hungry – just “I want a bag of chips” hungry. “I think this place has some sort of lunchroom, maybe I'll get something to clog my arteries with.” He chuckled with a self-satisfying smirk. “Who knows, maybe I'll meet Roko-chan~!” Alistair giggled, skipping to the door. While walking down the hallways, he came to conclusion that his life here wouldn't be all that bad – he could try his best to deal with the demonic cats, but at least he had a room-mate who pretty much despised him. Most girls he teased didn't even say anything back, or just walked away. A little aura of conceited happiness formed from him as he thought of all the arguments they could have. Or maybe he was just happy to finally have someone forced to accompany him?

A crowded commotion of pesky teenage bodies jostled around the doorway, which he assumed was the dining hall. “There's no use in actually thinking I can make it through there.” He snorted. So, Alistair slouched on the wall, waiting for the crowd to wade out. He looked at the ceiling, twiddling away the time...