Open to [Pale 1-B] or anyone passing by their room.

[queenscheckmate]

[You can either talk to or ignore the girl sitting in the corner of the bed on the far end of the room. After recomposing herself, she avoided all eye contact with any people she knew to be dead and approached the front desk. Of course she didn't like the idea of being taken against her will to participate in some stupid battle game. She swore off fighting, never used a Knightmare Frame again, kept her Guren key around her neck. But for right now, she needed some place private in order to clear her head. An assigned room was good enough for her right now.]

[Her arms wrapped around her knees and her body drawn into itself, Kallen rested her head against the wall. This wasn't reality. This had to be some sort of dream.]

[But why wasn't she waking up.]

Comments

[queenscheckmate]

[She directs her attention to the guy who just spoke.]

I'm sorry, who are you and where do you get off saying all this? You don't know a damn thing about what's happen so keep your "insightful" comments to yourself.

[Kallen slips off her bed and stands.]

Don't come in here thinking that you know anything. The future is your own and if you can't suck it up and take responsibility, then that's your own fault. Not mine.

[Kallen moves to stand in front of the boy.]

If you want someone to look up to, go somewhere else for it.

[And with that, she walks out the room.]

[trollofthree]

[conversely, Gino can't help but grin. He could get angry, or go after her, or any number of things, but for all he knows, she has a valid reason for this. He'd be able to make more sense of it if she was angry at him for something he could remember doing. It's a shame, though. She'd have made a fun Weapon.]

You're the third, huh?

[thatguywhohasablog]

[well. she sure did take that way too seriously.]

[he stares after her for a moment, and then looks over at Gino. Or, more accurately, up at Gino; Dave is nearly three feet shorter than he is.]

Looks that way, yeah. [dumps his bag on the nearest bed, and nods towards the door] You know her, or does she just give recaps out to anyone who stands still long enough?

[trollofthree]

Ha, maybe! [what recap. 8(]

[there's no point in looming, so he sits back down onto his bed. That way he can wonder when the appropriate time to challenge the kid to a fight is.]

We're enemies, I think.

[thatguywhohasablog]

Oh, okay. [sits down on the end of his bed and gets to rifling through his bag. he's not terrifically impressed by the uniform.] I was gonna say as long as you guys don't get your duel on while I'm trying to cram in some shut-eye, but that's pretty much the entire point of this place, right? So I guess go ahead.

[trollofthree]

Think we're allowed to fight in our rooms? It sounds like the kind of thing they'd want to make off-limits. [seems to be actually considering it. The beds would make it a little cramped... he really should find that rulebook. Maybe Kevin has one. In any case, he stands up again to pad over to Dave's bed.]

Ah, nearly forgot. I'm Gino. [here is my hand, just for shakin']

[thatguywhohasablog]

[Dave shrugs.] Didn't check the rules yet. [oh, hello Gino's massive hand. He shakes it.] Dave Strider. You're one of the other Players, right? Wanna give the battle thing a try some time?

[trollofthree]

Yeah? Me neither. [not his fault you're all tiny.] Sure, sure. I'll even let you pick the time and place, how's that?

[mainly because Dave apparently hasn't got his weapons with him, whereas he's just spotted Kevin standing right outside the door.]

[thatguywhohasablog]

[another shrug] Sure, sounds good to me. I'll get back to you on that, I gotta ask Sherlock and lil' K first.