Alexander Crane
human
ability to generate and manipulate "deathice"
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Post by Alexander Crane on Jul 13, 2008 4:08:15 GMT -5
Even here, in his dorm, Alex would never be truly safe. The fact that he had to share this place with up to four other students annoyed him greatly, but as it stood he had no choice but to deal with it. Besides, being alone all the time wasn't going to help him any. It wouldn't do to be completely unknown in this place if he was to stay for a good few years.
Dropping his gear onto the nearest bed as a means of claiming it as his own, he set about unpacking, placing clothes in drawers and wardrobes and slinging most of the other items under the bed, away from prying eyes. His iPod, when not in use, would find its home in the bottom drawer of his bedside table, hidden away under his boxer shorts. A brilliant touch; who would want to go through his underwear to get to his valuables?
When he was done he stuffed the empty bags under the bed, removed his trench coat, hung it up in his wardrobe and slumped onto his bed, contemplating the years to come. He brought his right hand up to his face, observing his dull and warped reflection in the multi-faceted surface of the deathice extremity.
"Get used to it, Alex my boy. These next few years are gonna be a barrel of laughs."
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