Moving Into Dorm 7 | Private |

Hunter had been reading quietly in his room. All the dorms were kind of like a small, yet comfortable four-room house, in all honesty. And being the quiet, and kind of unsocial guy he was at times, he made no effort to get to know his room mates. The had all been acquainted, but besides that, and the occasional time where Hunter had to shut them up, none of them made an effort to know him, so he hadn't bothered to either.

Of course when somebody wants to make noise by lugging heavy stuff around in the living room, Hunter was one of the first to notice it. With his enhanced senses he could tell another idiot was doing something out there. He slammed his book shut, taking a deep breath to calm himself down before setting the book on a table. The older teen walked to the door, opening it and closing it behind him before making his way through the short hallways to the living room.

He found that the last and newest roommate of the trio had finally arrived, lugging in his suitcase. Frankly, Hunter could care less if he hadn't knocked on the living room door, it was his house too, after all.

"Would you mind being a bit more quiet out here?" he said, keeping himself calm. Hopefully this teen didn't have that much of a temper.

Shawn, a grizzly bear half blood, was alsoo reading in his room quietly. It wasn't some goofy book about fairytales and powers, it was a serious book about hardships, survival, and difficult choice-making. It was called Divergent (i'm not advertiseing). Shawn was very into the book until somebody came into the dorm. It must be the new guy, Kris...Christo...Christopher, that's what his name was! thought Shawn, as he got uo from his bed. He stretched, he was reading for hours, and walked out of his room. 

He saw Christopher, who had shaggy blonde hair, like Shawn. He seemed to be holding a heavy bag, which would be light to Shawn. Being half Grizzly Bear would give Shawn incredible strength. "Hey, don't argue. Do you need any help? With holding your bags, I mean." asked Shawn.

(Ooh, the relationships between coyotes and red foxes can sometimes be aggressive, and fights are usually started by coyotes as well. Go check it on on Wiki! It's cool.

Hunter crossed his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow. He could deal with the angry types. He had the patience for them. "I could be many things," he replied calmly. "I could be a human for all you know." Making an assumption based on hair color was stupid. Half the time, if you didn't have any animal characteristics, your hair color would be the main color of your animal, but that wasn't always the case. Hunter's hair was a bit too red and dark to be directly related to his fox half, however.

As Shawn walked into the room, Hunter rolled his eyes. "I wasn't the one arguing," he replied. He brushed imaginary dust off his shirt before motioning for the coyote half-blood. "Sadly, the last open room is next to mine. Come on."