<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Quicksilver Settles Into His Room</strong></span><br/><br/>Pietro twirled the keychain around his finger as he approached the mailbox, taking his time and trying his best not to rush things. There had been a ton of drama on campus that he'd avoided. Seeing as he was supposed to be incognito, his super-speed shenanigans were already probably pushing things just a tad. He'd instead bought a nice girl some frozen yogurt and chatted with her a bit. It wasn't a terribly deep conversation, but she sort of reminded him of Wanda, which made her insights about Bieber barely bearable.<br/><br/>He missed Wanda.<br/><br/>After retrieving his mail, he couldn't help but grin at the note within. His luxury accommodations consisting of a door, a window, and a shared bathroom. All provided free of charge. All he had to do was use his superhuman gifts for the betterment of humanity as a whole. Still, as a former terrorist, it's not as though he could say it was the worse place he'd been. The room itself wasn't too shabby. The view was nice and it was spacious enough for him. After all, it was just a place to crash and sleep. Somewhere to be himself without needing to worry about prying eyes...<br/><br/>Prying eyes.<br/><br/>Paranoia was an old friend to Pietro, and as he looked around the room, he could almost feel the eyes of hidden cameras violating every inch of his being. He glanced down at the piece of paper in his hand and smiled before disappearing and zipping off.<br/><br/>Having grown up as a gypsy, Pietro had an affinity for fabrics, pillows, and tents, oddly enough. Over a couple of hours, he tracked down several bolts of cloth in bright, practically obnoxious colors, wood, paint, lights, and everything he needed to decorate as he saw fit. The end result was heavily inspired by the interior of a gypsy wagon, complete with a slatted roof. And the beautiful part was that he'd covered every original surface with something new, be it wood, cloth, or furniture. It might seem odd that the speedster would make such a claustrophobic redesign for his bedroom, but he found the tight confined oddly soothing. Lying in bed with his eyes closed, he could feel the skyscraper's gentle sway and it vaguely reminded him of a rolling wagon. Very nice indeed.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l66w25ZlX91qaydcho1_500.jpg)</div></div>