<div class="floatleft">(http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff123/Scrapper349/th_Russell.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Russell Davis<br/>Dining Hall<br/>Tagged: Sashira, Yuri, Blaine and Masako </strong><br/><br/>Russell kept quiet as the others around him exchanged words, focusing on keeping his temper under control and listening as they spoke. Professor Blaine seemed pretty cool, being well-spoken and courteous with a dry sense of humour. Masako, on the other hand, may as well have the word Feminazi tattooed on her forehead.<em>Her attitude reminds me of some of the teachers in Japan,</em>the intense young man thought harshly.<em>Although with them it was racism rather than sexism. Physically she's a freaking hottie. I'd probably get busy flirting with her if she wasn't a blindly sexist hate-mongering troll-bitch.</em>Rather than letting the blonde know what he thought of her, Russell kept his mouth shut - snapping at a teacher who might be running one of the classes he was in, and had to be reminded by another teacher not to let her prejudices affect her performance, was not wise.<em>Last thing I need to start off this year is to piss off a teacher who's going to mark me down anyway.</em><br/><br/>The blue-eyed youth nodded in agreement with Blaine's statement that Sashira should be proud of her mixed ancestry. "The professor's got a point, Sashira. Besides, someone who judges your worth by your ancestry instead of what you are like as a person is too damn prejudiced to be worth listening to," Russell said quietly, offering his own support to his roommate. He gritted his teeth at Masako's threat to Yuri but held his tongue, refraining from the urge to point out the hypocrisy inherent in her words. His eyebrows rose slightly as Blaine spoke up again to bring the blond to heel, his eyes glowing blue as he did.<em>What kind of creature <strong>is </strong>he??</em>the dark-maned young man wondered before clearing his throat and turning to Masako. He really didn't want to speak to the blond Amazon but he figured she was prickly enough that if he didn't say something she'd consider him just another doormat to walk all over. Besides, his curiosity had been piqued. "Ma'am, Professor Blaine said you were an Amazon. Are your people just a different human culture, like in the Greek myths? Or are they a species of their own, like werewolves or succubi?" he asked innocently.