<div class="floatleft">(http://i941.photobucket.com/albums/ad252/NekoTheSecretNinja/618818_zpse050e858.jpg~original)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Surua Aalto</em><br/><strong>Who:</strong><em>New student</em><br/><strong>Where:</strong><em> From his room to the dining room</em><br/><strong>When:</strong><em>20th of July, 10:00 am</em><br/><hr/><br/>Surua had been upstairs, unseen ever since his arrival late in the night and probably a secret to the others due to his own situation.  Asleep within his room, no doubt. The sun gleaming in with a peachy ray of light stretching across his bare porcelain torso. Peacefully breathing, his head turned somewhat toward the light. A fair amount of his brows tilting in a submissive manner, eyes twitching under their lids showing a minor amount of irritation from the light trying to wake him. That fair skin along his angelic face glowing as beads of light bled through the lacey sheer curtains within his room. Smooth and chiseled upper abs and chest exposed, the white fabric of his sheets strung across his body in odd flowing romantic appearances reminiscent of Greek fabrics strung across cherubs in some odd artistic way. Fingers lustfully dragging along his naturally frosted platinum hair, combing the silken glossy locks as he arched his back a fair amount.  The beads of his odd rosary spilling down his chest.<br/><br/>The frosty looking boy's lids still tightening and showing signs of changing expression. Dreaming, sinking far below blue waters into the dark  with the rosary webbed between his fingers. His own thoughts crystal clear, lower lip quivering as he felt a brief chill. The Nordic and Baltic beauty's pouty lips, pink and pure looking even as they parted. About to yawn it appeared, however a shudder. Impossibly light blue eyes glittering with a dim hint off sorrow. Raising up in his bed at a slow pace and teasing the front of his hair (http://pics.haircutshairstyles.com/img/photos/full/2010-08/mens_modern_haircut_with_bangs478.jpg) out of habit, keeping the nearly white strands swept to the side across his forehead  and the shorter sides forming a stylish and modelesque appearance. Raising out of bed, his bare bottom not taking long to get covered. Never risking the possibility of being caught naked on his first day, he'd walk towards the dark wooden chest and pull it open with a rather bored and unamused expression. Glancing towards the window and slinking a pair of underwear on as his eyes trailed across the amount of accessories he had already messily set up on top of the drawers.<br/><br/>Before long he had slunk himself into a fitted black cotton cardigan (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfbvU7Ih2rc/TAxLEl2QknI/AAAAAAAAADY/1qubUd1fJ1s/s1600/black-cardigan.jpg) that didn't really require an undershirt, or at least not to Surua. The thin cotton material and the warmth of the U.S. was something he was slowly getting used to. Exposing a small amount of his chest, allowing the black and silver rosary to hang with that upside down onyx cross along his chest. The small portrait of the virgin Mary along the onyx bead that connected all the pieces together done in black and white as well. All the beads small and black with silver accents, gothic and English looking in style.  A pair of white skinny jeans snug along his lower body, fitted to his legs. Not even bothering to quite put on real shoes, but instead just a pair of black and simple loafers to wear around the house.  Turning around quickly just to blink in confusion repeatedly upon seeing Cordelia.<br/><br/>Surua hadn't gotten much of a chance to talk with her, but it seemed she was a minor amount rushed to get through this entire thing that she was doing and had to inform others. The blonde stood there, blinking even for a few moments after. Was this a competition of sorts? Being Scandinavian, losing a competition wasn't going to happen if Surua had anything to say about it. A single brow lifted, a bit cold in his expression as he exited his room and made his way down the steps to get to the dining room. Though, in truth he wasn't sure if he was competing or just watching by how she had worded everything? Or perhaps on his own behalf, not that he'd like to admit it - he wasn't that great with English as he thought he was. He wouldn't admit it though, a prideful stride in his step downstairs and around the corner. Before long he could see Cordelia at that large table at the head chair. At this point knowing not much about the woman and definitely not knowing what this test or game was for or about.<br/><br/>Surua pulled a seat out not far from Cordelia. Leaving one chair space in between them at her left side. Hands folding once scooted in and his eyes lingering briefly towards the door way. Not really knowing much of what to say and being a bit too confident and full of himself to ask any questions that he assumed he'd be finding out shortly. Allowing a few digits below his chin as he stared and waited with her, he'd not really spoken to anyone outside of family for quite some time. It wasn't evident at this moment if he had somehow developed shyness or slight social anxiety out of no where or he was just arrogant.