This should be interesting.

[Jay Trent Jessica & Zak [`A]!]

Zak felt the elevator shift as it began it's creep up to the ninth floor. "Dammit. Why did I have to be on such a high floor?" he said aloud to himself as he shifted his duffle bag on his left shoulder. A minute or so later, the metallic doors opened and he stepped out into the extending hallway. Zak began the walk down the hall, continuously looking back and forth at the numbers labeled on the door. After what seemed like forever and a day he finally reached his dorm and dug his key out of his pocket, shoved it in the door and turned it. Reaching out for the handle he realized that he had just locked the door. "Well, I guess someone beat me here." he thought and he unlocked the door and turned the knob on the door once again.

Walking into the bright room he smiled and nodded in approvement of his own choice of school and board. Zak shut the door and locked it as he studied the area. After he got a good feel for the place, he walked down the hall that held the four bedrooms. Noticing that one of the doors were closed and three were open, he figured only one person was there. Zak walked into the closest avaliable room and decided that it would have to do. Throwing his bags down onto the floor he plopped onto the bed, exhaling loudly. Momentarily he lifted himself back up and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him to let his future roommates know that the room was unavaliable. Zak made his way to the living room and sat on the couch. He reached for the remote and turned on the TV. Surfing the channels, he finally settled on A Haunting that was on Discovery Channel. Kicking back he made himself feel right at home.

[Seraph]

Seraph had already firmly established herself in her room, door shut and locked. Her room was already made up to her standards, things put away and suitcases stowed out of the way. Oddly, thee were no pictures of people, no family, not even a pet. Art work was hanging on the walls, most of it by the same artist, Dorian Cleavenger. The one she'd put n the inside of the door was Persephone- appropriate, she thought, and the best picture of her name sake that she'd found. She wasn't realy looking foreward to meeting her roommates, and was sprawled on her bed on her back, bare feet on the pillows, head hanging off the edge as she stared at the picture, Nightwish's "Over the hills and far away" pounding in her head. Her mp3 player was balanced on her stomach.

She didn't hear Zak come in, initially, but as the song ended she heard the sounds of the tv. Turning down the volume, she sat up slowly, waiting for the blood to rush out of her head. She sauntered to the door, flipping the lock and walking out, closing it behind her. Dressed in a black halter top and jogging shorts slit high enough on the sides to show off most of her tattoos, she didn't hesitated at the sight of Zak, simply dropped onto the end of the couch. "What sort of bullshit are you watching?" She asked amiably.