Trystan grinned widely at himself, having already had breakfast, pulling into the parking lot at the school. It was a rather grand thing he supposed, and he had to laugh lightly as he ran a hand through his shaggy brown hair. He was clad in a white collared shirt, his baggy camo cargo pants held up on his waist by a belt. Back in highschool, everyone was sagging. He never liked it. He loved the baggy pants, he just hated the way people wore them now-a-days. Bastards. He chuckled, shaking his head, slinging a duffelbag over his shoulder before making his way into the office. There he was greeted by the receptionist, and handed a key after saying his name. He wasted no time in getting up to his room, taking a last look out of the door at his shiny black Porsche 944. With a sigh, he turned away, heading to his room. Surprisingly enough, when he got there, he realized he wasn't the first one. He silently cursed himself before moving inside, tossing his duffelbag up on the top bunk before looking at the guy. "Hey, name's Trystan. Looks like we're roommates." He nodded, tugging his bag down again and starting to unpack. He took out clothes, which only filled the bag halfway. Everything else was a variety of Biology books, and everything that didn't have to do with biology were notebooks. One of them fell open, revealing rushed scribbles that somehow didn't look like notes. They looked like stories. Trystan snatched the notebook off the floor, putting it with the other ones, continuing to unpack.<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><br/>Kyshek climbed out of her car, an aggressive looking Viper, slamming the door behind her. Her hair was straight, as always, but there was something about the way she walked, the way she didn't wear high-heels, but rather sneakers. The shirt was tightfitting, clinging to her stomach and such, but her pants were slightly less baggy then cargo's which was odd. She never minded though, holding her backpack in one hand, a rugged, old-looking duffel bag over her shoulder. In her other hand was a little 'suitcase'. It held all her sheet music for the piano, and there was quite a bit of it. She stopped at the front desk, smiling lightly as she got her key and made her way to the room she was told. Honestly, she was a bit disappointed when she found another student had gotten there first. Great, a roommate. How perfect. She said nothing as she placed her bags in a corner and started to unpack. Mostly she pulled out notebooks filled with handwritten music. She did pull out a few schoolbooks though, as well as a few in Russian. When she had placed those in a spot, she stood and turned to her roommate. "Hello. My name is Kyshek Vanorshka. Exchange student from Russia." Her accent was noticeable, but luckily, not strong enough to keep the words from being understood.