<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Dorian Silver<br/>3rd Floor Hall</span></strong></div><br/>Dorian had followed the models up to their shared dormitory floor. He was bored and it seemed prudent for him to talk to a few of them. After all, he was going to be working with them in close proximity for a while. He simply leaned against the wall by the door to the kitchen, his face set in an expression of mild interest as usual. He was really scanning the faces, bodies, and movements of the people coming and going. There were so many of them and he was content to just stand there until he found his muse. The girl, Kunoichi was the name he'd heard, had caught his eye again as she'd stumbled on her way out of the elevator.<em>Well she's an accident prone little thing isn't she?</em>Dorian chuckled and watched as she righted herself. She was alright, so he saw no need to rush over to help her. Besides, he figured she'd be embarrassed if he showed such attention to her misstep. She now seemed to be trying to talk to the group of models that had followed. She still caught his eye in the way she seemed to be scared of them. Why would she be? They were just models. Nothing terrifying about them, but then, Dorian was one of the people who made the models worth the money spent on them. It amused him how often people forgot who it was that made the art in favor of the person in it. Oh well. He wasn't in it for the lime light. He just loved what he did. Photography was the only way his thoughts ever really made their way out of his head. He figured he could probably find another way, but why bother. His way paid the bills and was far easier than trying to hold a conversation with someone for an extended period of time. Most people in the world bored him. They only cared about materialistic things and themselves. Dorian's interests were far broader and when he had, in the past, tried to talk about those things with people, they'd shunned him and ignored his ideas. Screw them then. Dorian had found how he could get his points across without talking.Dorian's eyes fell on Katherine. She was making her way into the kitchen and had to pass him on the way there. He caught her look of utter disdain for Avarice. He couldn't blame her. The blond woman seemed very taken with herself. That made Dorian smirk slightly. She had a magnificent body, but seemed to know that too well for her own good. The man who'd decided that he wanted to sleep with her. (Dorian's mind tended to draw many conclusions from the look in people's eyes) Seemed very confident. He'd make a good male partner for couple shoots. Dorian made a mental note to talk to him before he left. The man was well built. Perhaps a bit too cocky, but that was to be expected from a model. He continued his silent survey of the room and its inhabitants. There were more coming soon enough. Dorian would find one or two he would want to work with. He was sure of it.