Boys Dorm Room

[s3xy_t]

You will have your own room with a door  

[Zylvanness]

Marluxia

Marluxia arrived at his room door, his wings were out of sight. He pushed the door open and then carefully shut it behind him. Marluxia was bewildered as he stared before him 'wow'. He was amazed. 'They've really done a good job here' he said to himself. Marluxia had had quite a good first day at the Academy, so he was in a rather good mood, not that he regularly isn't. He then glanced over to his very comfortable looking bed. His luggage was already sitting on it.

A short while later Marluxia was sitting at his desk. The light shined in brilliantly across the room. 'Uh..' he sighed to himself in anger. 'Why won't these damned powers regenerate properly!' several pink petals lay on the desk top next to his clenched fist, that he'd just agressively slaughtered a couple petals with only moments ago. When Marluxia cut his connection with the above world, he sacificed a powerful link with his powers, most of which regained accept for one minor defect or two. One of which was the extremely faded colour of his conjured items, like the pink petals for example.

Out of the blue, in mid-thought. One of those moments where you randomly remember something happened to Marluxia. 'Father' he murmered in deep thought... 'Thats it!' he remembered a spell his father used to use after a battle with the odd Dark Angel or two, his powers would become weak and he usually came home battered. Then Marluxia hasted over towards his bags and dug around for something. With a smile he pulled out a letter with his name on it. He'd previously opened it, shortly after leaving the above world. The letter was from his parents and he hoped to find a clue as to how to conduct the spell. After scanning through all the words, nothing made sense even after minutes of consideration. But one think stood out, a saying his parents would always say or write with their names at the end of every letter

'Broken links will never weaken you, our dear Son'

Marluxia studied this but came to no conclusion. he sat back down by his desk and began to lose all hope aftering muttering 'broken links will never weaken you... our Son' to himself a various amount of times. Head glued to his fist, elbow propped on the desk. With one final sigh, he gave a wave of his hand and finally, Marluxia conjured deep, dark red petals, as if they had ben pulled straight from dusk. He stared, and did it again 'yes!' he created a grin on his face.

Feeling more than happy, several minutes later Marluxia left the room, closing his door behind him and casually walking up the hall. The last view of him showed Marluxia pulling on his gloves, assuring they're on properly.  

[DJ Animefangirl01]

Angellus walked to the dorms and sat on his own bed. He let out his broken wing and examined it gently, then hid his wing after examining it. He sighed and tried to smile, he was alone for now and he was happy. "At least I can enjoy the silence." said Angellus to himself softly.
 

[DJ Animefangirl01]

Angellus got off his bed and walked to the door but before he laid his hand on the doorknob he froze, his broken wing gave gave him some pain, so it made him wince. He hid his broken wing and opened the door then left.
 

[holyshadow73]

Darren entered his dorm room with a feeling of curiosity from thinking about what the others in the angel dorm would be like. He set his bag down on the bed and took his things out of it. He put them in places he felt that they ought to go in his dorm room. Then he pulled out two photos he held on to for weeks. The first was a picture of him and his old friend Kyle, who had his arm around Darren's shoulder in the image. The next was a picture of him and Jessica, who had her arms, which were holding her scythe, behind her back. Darren sighed and set the two photos down on a side table that stood right next to his bed.
"I hope I can find you Jessica." He walked out the door and walked to the lounge to meet some of the other angels.