<b>RE: Dont call my name, dont call my name.</b><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 12px">Today was the day. After finding himself bunking with others, for the sake of not living on the streets, Moria came across an ad for a spare room and at a price he could afford. Being but a senior in college, bills were piling up and the thought of living on his own, with a meager salary was laughable. Gathering what essential items needed, he would make the short journey from his current living area to the apartment.<br/>
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With a slender and toned, athletic body, the twenty-one year old male arrived in a relatively short amount of time. Standing in front of the elevator, dark brown eyes would peer to the white lights above the double doors, soon becoming impatient as it seemed to remain fixed on its current floor. A grin would creep upon the male's face, content for once that his parents pushed him into track and field, knowing that despite his dislike of it at the time, he was truly gifted. With two evenly distributed duffel bags under each arm, Moria would head for the staircase, kicking the red door as it swung open. Counting down in his head, once zero came about, he would start off, taking leaps and bounds up the staircase, in a moment's notice, he found himself on the fourth floor.<br/>
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Stepping out into the hallway, a cold chill blew past him, as he would glance over to a nearby window that was left ajar. From what he gathered of his two new roommates, they were friendly enough, and not to mention a sight for sore eyes. On top of the cheap price for the room, a chance at either of them was what compelled him to take them up on their offer. Now, standing before the door, Moria would set his bags down onto the marble floor. Standing at 6',1", the dark-skinned male would begin to adjust his clothing. Wearing a pair of navy blue jeans and a white polo shirt, he took care of his appearance, lest others view him as unkept or homely. That being said, he would dig into his rear pocket, producing a comb that he'd soon put to good use. Slowly, the short-haired male would groom himself, not wanting his roommates to find any cause to dismiss him. After assuming that all was well, he'd tuck the comb back into his pocket and ring the doorbell.<br/>
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<b>"Relax. Take a deep breath. They aren't going to eat you. You'll make it here..."</b> He thought to himself, trying to settle his nerves a bit.<br/>
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