Room 310: James Cox

[Nefertari Adel]

Room 310 is a corner bedroom on the top floor of Hercules Hall. It's a two sized dorm with two windows. One facing the courtyard and Einstein Hall, the other facing Mission Avenue.

[jamescox]

A curl of smoke made its way to the ceiling, even though he knew it was against the rules to smoke indoors. The nineteen year old was laying on his back, one arm behind his head, his feet, shoes and all, propped up on the end of the bed. So far he'd been lucky, getting a corner room that he didn't have to share, at least not right yet. When he did get a roommate, he was going to be sure to lay down the rules, and harass the poor sucker until they asked to be moved. That was his plan anyway. Who knew, maybe his roommate wouldn't be all that bad.

A chuckle of amusement left him, and he coughed on smoke as he sat up, his feet hitting the floor. Reaching to the bedside table he snuffed his cigarette out on its surface, wondering briefly where his ashtray was. Had he left it in his car? Could have. Shrugging he stood up, stretching. It wasn't all that important really. Reaching a hand up to ruffle his hair slightly he headed out of his dorm room, and down to the courtyard.

[Aaron Murphy]

Aaron walked into his room. Cigarette smoke. A frown was on his face. He'd probably have to tell that there was smoke in the room. Aaron didn't mind people who smoked, but he did mind it when it was in his living room. He quickly changed his shirt. It was purple with small white horizontal stripes. He would leave on his black jeans. There was nothing wrong with it. After quickly changing his shirt, Aaron left as if nobody was there.

[jamescox]

Next to his squished out cigarettes his cell phone sat, buzzing because of new text messages. He hadn't bothered to read them yet, his eyes were glued to the courtyard he could see right out his window. The school year was starting up again. He'd have to choose classes. It was going to be his last year here, and then he had no idea where he'd go. Not bad home surely. There was nothing for him there. Just like there was nothing for him here either. Should he stay this last year, or should he drop out? He was old enough. It wasn't like he had any reason for being here. He hated classes, he had no friends, not really, and no attachment to this place.

Going over to the bedside table he scooped up his phone, and opened the window. Smirking faintly he started out it. He didn't have to, it wasn't like anyone would care what he was doing or where he was going. James climbed down the wall, without needing a single hand or foot hold.