AbraxasNine
Caster of Illusions
Artyom Garin
-Interacting with-
Absolutely no one
And so they had parted ways, Artyom proceeding to the boys dorm, as Krystal to the girls. The others within the room were quite lively, and quickly took their leave before he could even take a second glance. 'They really are the carefree bunch...', his mind spoke as he proceeded to watch the door only for a moment. Commotion taking place within the halls already as the two groups converged once more. These people, they truly presented the aura of an idol with this fairly open nature, whilst he himself remained alone within the room. 'So long as results are produced, our daily lives are of little importance.' He shrugged away any minor thoughts of attempting to join the ruckus, choosing instead to hold firm on readying himself for the actually academic value rather than the social benefits.
Without allowing further contemplation, he walked towards the wall by the door, retrieving his suitcase which arrived before even he himself. It was his parent's the sent his things for him to the proper address, and luckily, they did arrive properly. Rather than unpacking it's contents, he only bothered dragging it to the foot of the unclaimed bed, before leaving it behind. Artyom desired to get a small idea of about the layout of the room, and only once that was complete did he return to his bag. Retrieving a single set of clothes he made his way back to the bathroom door.
Soon after, Artyom would emerge from the bathroom, towel draped around his neck, and deep blue hair, loose of it's bindings, fell almost to the middle of his back. He had grown accustomed to the colder showers provided by that apartments standards, so the warmth of the water came as a decent surprise. Not like it mattered either way however, seeing as he was perfectly fine so long as the facilities did in fact work. 'The other's aren't back yet?' His mind noted as he crossed the room once more, choosing to sit at the end of his bed to rummage through the bag. His first grab was a simple breakfast bar, which immediately made it's way to hang from his mouth with a delicate pinching of teeth as he continued to search. Sure enough, all the essential were there, including a memento from his parents. The dogtags, engraved with the name of his father hung from his hand as he merely stared at it. 'I will not abide to your preferences father.', it came across as a mental sigh before he dropped the item back into the bag, pushing himself backwards, further onto the bed. 'I will achieve my own dreams.'