Nimato's Dorm.

Now in the dorm, coming from the forbidden forest, Nimato emerged from the shadows, sighing heavily while walking down the halls, reaching his dorm's door, room 789, and staring at it. Nimato's right hand reached for the door's knob, clutching it, and rotating it clockwise. Nimato had pushed forward all the while, opening the door of his dorm, releasing his grip on the door knob. Walking into the room, Nimato slammed the door behind him, a booming sound produced by this, which was able to be heard throughout the entire Academy, a large crack creeping up the door from the bottom to the top. Nimato leaped onto his bed, jumping up and down as if he was a child. He gave his greatest leap, springing off of the bed and landing onto the floor beside it atop the palms of both hands. Now spinning on these palms, Nimato was practicing his hand-to-hand combat, pushing off of the palms of his hands to send himself into the air. Executing a few back flips while air borne, Nimato landed onto the ground atop his feet, curling the fingers of his right hand into a tightly clenched fist, which he thrust forward. The fist extended to its limit, so Nimato retreated it, and sent the other one outward. Retreating that one as well, Nimato raised his right knee. The leg belonging to the knee he had launched into mid-air extending to its limit, it's foot swung outward, reaching above Nimato's head. Slamming the said foot to the ground, Nimato turned 'round on the heel of his right shoe, sighing heavily, hopping onto the bed, and falling asleep.

Awakening about six hours later from the nap, Nimato's eye lids opened. Slowly, Nimato slid off of the bed until he was lying flat across the floor of his dorm. Rising to his feet, Nimato head for the door, rubbing his eyes while yawning heavily. His right hand reaching for the wooden door's knob, gripping it, and rotating it clock wise while pushing forward, Nimato opened the door, releasing his grip on the door knob, and after emerging from the room into the halls, he closed the door behind him. Walking down the halls now, Nimato was still rubbing his eyes, his eyes adapting to the light, the retina switching from rod imaging to cone imaging. Seeming as if it took for ever, Nimato grew bored of walking, so he clapped his black gloved hands together, pressing their palms against the front of his own torso, a violet glow emitting from his hands as his form began to de-materialize from top to bottom.
"Next stop, the city.." were Nimato's last words before vanishing completely.

Coming from a rampage in the city, Nimato had appeared inside his dorm, immediately locking the gaze of his crimson eyes onto the scroll. Gripping the scroll with both hands, Nimato rolled it open, reading it's contents, tossing it into a garbage can, and exiting his dorm, out of the East Tower, heading for the HeadMistress's Office.

A heavy yawn echoed through out the entire tower as Nimato calmly strode across the halls with his hands slid into his pockets. Due to his small attention span, Nimato had immediately lost interest in walking, simply stopping in his tracks, taking some sort of stance that had obviously revealed he was about to sprint. Springing forward, Nimato sped through the halls, leaving behind a gale righteous enough to take anyone by surprise and gently spin 'em 'round, Nimato's form becoming a blur as he kept on traveling at the speed of sound, arriving at his destination, the door of his dorm room, within the boundaries of about a single second. His right hand reaching for the door, gripping it, and rotating it clock wise while pushing forward, Nimato opened the door, closing it gently behind him before leaping onto his bed, kneeling on it while sliding the shoulder straps of his school bag off of himself. The school book bag now on the blanketed surface of his bed, Nimato had undone the zipper, his right hand reaching in and withdrawing with a large book that seemed about 400 pages, the title marked "Castaways Of The Flying Dutchman" and it's author marked "Brian Jacques". Laying himself on the bed, Nimato stretched and spread his form out, gripping his tone{Large Book} by it's spine with his right hand, flipping through every last page after skimming them swiftly with his quick eyes, closing the book after a minute, already finishing it, and tossing it onto his night-stand. Yawning heavily, Nimato remained stretched out on the mattress of his bed, flicking some of his messy silver streaked black hair from his eyes, his room lit only by a small oil lamp, which had not produced much light, but enough for the room to have a dim glow emitted from it's windows and doors.
Punting the school book bag off of his bed, he pondered quietly about when his first class might begin, also wondering who his teacher might or might not be, how nice or mean they would be. Would they have a sense of humor? Would they let mischief slide or punish the mischievious one without patience? So many questions flooded Nimato's mind, so to try and relax, he had reached his left hand into his left jacket pocket, the said hand withdrawing with a hot pink, classic i-pod nano within the boundaries of it's grip. Un-locking the i-pod, Nimato switched it on, plugging the ear phones into his ear and i-pod, setting the i-pod against his chest as he lay flat on his back on the mattress of his bed, listening to a song going by the name "Break Stuff".

Lyon would have suddenly appeared via her normal shadows in the boy's dormitory, looking around only to find herself in a room with a young boy laying down on the bed, listening to his ipod. The shadows would disperse from around Lyon's body like clouds of dust as she shoved her hands in her pockets, her black eyes roaming around the room as if she had all the right to be there. Her non-chalaont attitude would be evident as she then re-focused on the boy laying in front of her, wondering who he was.

Lyon looked behind her form at that of Elghinn's. Continuing to keep her eyebrow raised, she would say softly, "What are you doing here?" But nothing further would be said from her. She would instead, continue looking around the room, taking everything in in a single glance, but would keep committing things to memory, as if afraid of losing any mental picture, her eyes then falling once more on the still silent boy on the bed.

Lyon shrugged. "It might be. It might not be." Then a small grin appeared on her ruby red lips, as she watching the boy, still unresponsive to either intrusion. "Or maybe, he's in the wrong room. Say, Elghinn... would you like to help me show this young boy his way out...?"

Lyon would move forward, not bothering to roll up her sleeves as the other woman had, and chuckled lowly as she moved toward his head, then saying over her shoulder to Elghinn, "Take his feet, we're gonna throw him out the window. He over looks the pool from here, so this aught to be fun." As she would say this, she would lift the top part of his body with ease off the bed, then waiting on Elghinn to do her part as well before she could move over to the window, having already been open as were the other windows in the bulidng.

The male's eye lids opened as he stared at the two odd figures in his room, not at all minding their presense, simply listening to his music and what not.

Simply wiggling his feet out of the female's grip, he laid himself on his bed once more, flat on his stomach so that he wasn't enabled to view the two, ignoring them.

The slightly older woman would give a small, insane laugh before nodding back to Elghinn, and moving over toward the open window with sure, steady steps, easily keeping the distance between the two of them the same so as to not create any difficulties in handling the body that seemed to be sleeping. Coming to the window, she then laid half of the young boy's body on the window sill and smirked at Elghinn, saying slowly, "One.... Two.... Three...!" And on three, the two of them pushed the young boy out the window, waiting for the splash that would mark his fall into the pool below.

Nimato's cold and frightening voice had rang out while he lay there.
"Get out of my room before I report you"

{{<-< Okay, evidently my last post was void.}}

Nimato's spine-chilling, frightening, and oddly loud voice rang out.
"Leave this room now before I am forced to report you two."

Lyon would blink at the boy, then smirk slowly while then replacing her hands in her pockets, repeating with a sarcastic tone, "Report me? Oh, no. What a horrible instance that might be."

"Eh, if I did both of you would be expelled."

"Really?" Lyon would ask, the sarcastic tone still in her voice. "And why would that be? We haven't done anything wrong this time." She would smirk a bit wider at the words 'this time.'

"Just leave before you cause trouble, Lyon, and what-ever the other one's name is"

Lyon would raise her eyebrow then at the usage of her name, but she would shrug, then saying with a sickening smirk, "Say pretty please and I'll think about it."