Ryu's Dorm (257)

A boy, 6'3", walked boredly into dorm room 257; the north-most room on the seventh floor, which was the highest in the building. He looked around the quaint little room with it's grey thin carpet and grey walls. He shook his head slighty, "Well...it's not any worse then the dorm back in the academy...it has potential," He said, setting down his black duffle back near the foot of the bed on the right. There was no seccond person in this dorm, just one big double bed in the center of the wall with the windows. The only reason he got this room was because he twisted a few arms...literaly. He was assigned the "dorm manager" by the superintendant of the school. So that meant that if anybody had somthing wrong with thair dorm, or any questions, then they'd have to come all the way up to room 257 and tell all their problems to him. Not somthing he looked forward to. He reached up and pulled off his black bowler hat, letting his slick black jaguar ears perk up out of his thick medium length bark brown hair. Looking over into the kitchen, he carried the black bookbag over his shoulder over to the kitchen and set it down. He opened up the fridge and started unloading the contents of the bookbag; meats, alchohol, meats, alchohol, fruits, vegetables, water, juice, alchohol. Ryu stopped and raised an eyebrow, looking into his bookbag, how much alchohol did Faith pack? Then he sighed and finished emptying the contents into the fridge...over one hundred clear plastic hospital bags of blood. Just looking at the bags made his mouth water, and his fangs protrude from his gums slightly. He quickly shook his head and closed the door, walking back over to his bed and sitting down, "Well...home sweet home."