<strong>Derek</strong><br/><br/>The room now looked much more lived in with Derek's stuff all over the place. He had really gotten the room to look the way he wanted, with posters of his favorite bands and gothic art. His clothes were stored in his dresser, his school supplies by the desk where his bong stood. Derek left the room with the bong in hand to add the water to it. The shopping he had done when he had gotten out of the airport would've taken him a while. He heard a girl in the bathrooms as he passed by, raising an eyebrow.<em>I'm just hoping it won't always be like this... Or we're going to have to set some god damn rules in 'ere...</em>he groaned insidely, but did nothing of it. Once with the bong filled with the water it needed, he headed right back to his room and opened the desk drawer, loading himself a bowl and getting himself set up to smoke up his new apartment. "I would've enjoyed company, but no one seems to even be aware I'm here. Maybe the smell might lure some into my lair." He talked to himself out loud with a chuckle before sparking up the bowl. A good puff to start off, he coughed up little. The plane was a long way and he hadn't had a chance to smoke much. But tonight, he was planning on getting really high. He wanted to celebrate the start of a new life for himself. Derek took another puff, bigger this time, and held it in for maybe a minute, opening his door by a few inches to let the smoke and the smell out.<br/><br/>Whether it would bother the roommates or not, it would hopefully get someone's attention. Derek was used to being the ghost. He lived like that for a long time, it wasn't about to change. He knew it was just something about him that always caused him to be in the background. It didn't really bother him, he had the opportunity to observe people without disturbing them. It was great for drawing and such.