<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/17/f3/34/17f33405cb4d535c9add38547889026e.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Name:</span></span></strong>Oliver Demitri Alphonso Groti (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.0)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Date | Time:</span></span></strong>Monday, September 30th| 5pm<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Location:</span></span></strong>Grand ballroom--> His dorm room<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Outfit:</span></span></strong>See picture (Black overcoat olive sweater & Jeans)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Mood:</span></span></strong>Blowing off some steam| Amused<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Content:</span></span></strong>Meeting his roomie<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Tagging:</span></span></strong>Jack| Miranda (in passing)<br/><hr/><br/>Continued from Ballroom---><br/><br/>What had at first been planned as a short stroll to clear his mind had long turned into an actual quest to find his dorm room, undeniably Oliver finding had he paid more attention to the previous instructions on the first walk, he probably wouldn't have wandered aimlessly for three fucking hours. At the very least he did find some areas that would make for some amusement to be had which went more in line with his first thought upon entering the grand castle, so it hadn't been an<em>entire</em>waste; the display of an ancient suit of armor conjuring quite a few ideas of his grand scheme of revenge on that crazy girl, but the wistful wandering left him too tired to commit to it just yet. So by the time he had managed to track down his damn dorm room Oliver was more than ready to sink blissfully into the bed he had haphazardly 'claimed' with only the hope churning through him being he prayed it was as comfy as it looked on first albeit brief inspection, the few finger sandwiches he had scarfed down hardly sating him but he figured there would be some sort of other welcoming function that would fill that sooner or later.<br/><br/>Oliver had barely reached out with his hand to grab the doorknob before a few curious sounds from behind the shut door made the young man pause, clearly not ready for what would come bustling out from it, not that he had any expectation at this point with the failure to launch act in the ballroom. A pair of wide green eyes attached to a disheveled blonde at least was something pleasing to look at as Oliver's own hazels widened to match with the sudden presence of the girl, his game seemingly shot after Leena's craziness as before he could offer a comment he found himself shoved out of the way with a wail of-<br/><br/><strong>"Spiders?"</strong><br/><br/>Could he seriously not have a single moment of normality in this place? The day was hardly over and already Oliver was fairly certain he was on a streak of bizarre interactions, lord he hoped this wasn't going to be an consistent sort of thing. Having taken a few stumbling steps back Oliver would let a tight lipped sigh blow through his lips, idle gaze lingering on the half naked girl racing down the hall as though it was her purpose to wake the damn dead, she did have a nice ass though, something shared between his own inner thoughts and the male that would take her previous place at the door as he voiced such. Glancing back Oliver could only give a gruff chuckle in response, eyeing the equally half dressed Jack although what annoyance at being shoved long left his expression. If there was something to get his mind off of his troubles it was agreeing to how hot a girl was, Oliver giving a toothy smirk before burring.<strong>"Don't blame ya there man, girl has an ass for days...even if she's screaming bloody murder."</strong><br/><br/>Shaking off the last bit of shock Oliver would straighten further as he extended his own hand to firmly clasp Jack's own in a hearty shake, hazel eyes taking on a bit more shine as he nodded.<strong>"Good luck gettin that shirt back though, unless there's a repeat performance, which if so we need to lock in some kind of code since we're rooming."</strong>Offering a roguish grin Oliver would slide through the open space and finally into the dorm room with a groan, pausing long enough to realize he hadn't given his name initially, maybe he was more tired than he thought.<strong>"Oh yea I'm Oliver, I dumped my stuff in here before that whole...thing in the ballroom,"</strong>The young man crossed over to his luggage with a sigh, the bed looking more like a welcoming friend by the second, but Jack was entertaining company so he'd mind his manners.<br/><br/>The faint scent of risque business hardly bothered Oliver even as he shoved his bags off the bed with a rough sound, just sitting on the edge of the mattress proving to help take his load off, though it was taking more strength than he realized to actually stay upright.<strong>"So how in the world did you snag a hottie like that so quick? Gotta say I'm impressed."</strong>