<div class="floatleft">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/008/e/7/Emo_Boy_by_Kisuru1994.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mori Koji<br/><strong>Team:</strong>Wild Marmet (WMTT)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Leaving the Combat class/Armina's class to the dormitory of Wild Marmet (WMTT)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Other team mates of the team Wild Marmet (WMTT), Armina Horowitz, Enya Horowitz, Vasili Ilari<br/><br/>Mori Koji did not know what had upset him most in that class: his pathetic first attempt, the bullying from Professor Armina Horowitz or the lack of compliments for his performance. Indeed, he did not need to look at the counter to know he had been the best one to hit the Ursa dummy and even so, no one was paying attention.On the contrary, everyone's attention was focused on that silly Vasili Ilari. Hopefully, the blonde Ilari would take his place as victim of bullying by the staff of that school. It was obvious why few students applied for that school: rather than training, it was meant to diminish its students.<br/><br/>Mori Koji did not wait for Vasili Ilari's little show to be over. He swiftly and quietly walked away from the Combat class towards the WMTT dormitory. It seemed that someone had already brought his stuff into the room, which consisted of two bunks and a large cabinet with four doors. The walls were painted in white, but they needed to be repainted - in reality, one could hardly see  the white colour in the walls, since the years and the poor maintenance made the walls look beige. A long fluorescent lamp, flickering from time to time, was in the ceiling, making it rather uncomfortable to read. There was also an old heating with no controls or buttons, which would make the room's temperature either too hot or too cold: it would hardly be comfortable. The heating was under a large wooded window, which did not seem to have been opened for ages - the green  worn curtains whose hems needed sewing had also seen better days. When Mori Koji saw the room, he found it a palace compared to where he had slept. He wondered how his rich team mates would deal with a room that could be described as a rag.<br/><br/>His backpack was laying on the upper bed in the right side and he supposed it was his place - the young man was not used to arguing about anything and accepted it as his bed. He climbed the place without taking off his shoes and sat on the bed, with his feet hanging out of it. He looked ahead with his head lowered to avoid hit the ceiling. Soon the other members of the Wild Marmet (WMTT) could be entering and he was not in the mood for chit chat, specially after what happened in the class.  He took a deep breath and, still alone in the room, he wondered whether that was the place he wanted to spend the next years. Would it be worth?