<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imm.io/Rq3p.png)</div><br/><div align="center"><strong>Aqualad<br/>Mount Justice<br/>Open </strong><br/></div><hr/><br/><br/><div align="center">Opportunizing from the brief lapse moment to slip away from the group to go search for a change of leotard. Of course his room was located along the same wing as the area he had just came from ,  so that made the trip a little more bearable. Upon reaching the door to his dormitory , he applied a webbed palm to the surface of a hand pad located adjacent to the door, allowing the print recognition software to grant him clearance , the door promptly sliding back now. The room itself though not much bigger than any other in the base was designed personally by himself with help from Red Tornado. The floor itself was composed of translucent tiles similar to that of an aquatic tank, for which provided him a view of the ocean at his feet. <br/><br/>Everything about his room reflected a militaristic sense of order, though it was also vibrant, brightly colored and exotic. Tribal masks from various parts of the world  adorned his right wall. His left wall featured painted artwork of various iconic album covers, Miles Davis <em>A Kind of Blue</em>, <em>Thriller</em>, N*E*R*D's <em>Nothing</em> and a few others.<br/> <br/> Just right of that resided a book shelf with greco-roman style busts of the founding members of the justice league, the row under that rimed with books that and ontop of the bookshelf display an outdated helmet belonging to none other than black manta. A Ukulele rested at the foot of his bed and above his bed a plaque showcasing a ceremonial sword &amp; shield given to heroes of Atlantis.<br/><br/>He marched past a miniature bar hugging his southwest wall, reaching into a nearby drawer unit, he retrieved the signature wardrobe from dozens others , slipping into the outfit, he soon exited his room once again making his way back to the lobby ready to re-introduce himself. </div>