Dustin was surprised when he heard the cards hit the wall. That was deadly accurate aim! He wondered why the guy had cards that could go into the wall anyways. What kind of school was he in? Why did he have the sinking feeling he was the odd man out? Well whatever. It was probably just his imagination. "What is it like living here?" He asked without looking at the guy. Putting his blades away as well as the sharpener. He didn't say anything else yet. He laid his head down on the pillow and closed his eyes. He was so tired. He began to fall asleep. At least until the male spoke again. Turning on his side to face him. A strand of his dark black hair, that almost had brown tinting to it, fell across his face. "Nice to meet you Rykar." He said. Closing his eyes again and began to fall asleep. Once he was asleep his chest moved up and down. There was a faint scar across his throat where at one time he had cut it open attempting suicide. Then his angel saved his ass and he woke up in a hospital. There was no way to explain how frustrating that was. To almost escape then be forced back. It was like every time he tried to die the damn angel brought him back.<br/><br/>He slept peacefully for a few hours then woke up. Getting up and wondered what he should do now. He decided to take a walk around school. Seeing Rykar seemed to still be in the room. Man. He needed a friend but he wasn't the type to ask for one. He didn't know how and didn't want to get shot down. So he didn't say anything despite wondering if Rykar wanted to be friends with him. His stomach growling again but he ignored it. "I'll be back. I want to explore the school." He stood up and walked to the door. Beginning to leave the room.