Natalie turned and saw a new girl. She could tell she had more trouble with the daggers then the others. "You're not much of a hand to hand combat are you?" She replied as she gave the new girl a look down. Natalie shrugged wanted to help the poor girl. "But I am sure you are stronger in other areas," she said as she tried to sound helpful. "You are putting too much force onto the dagger. Make sure it is loose, yet propped into your hand so you can use it as a close ranged weapon or distance," Natalie demonstrated as she took out a dagger from god knows where and held it in the fashion she usually held it: loose, yet firm. "But then again, you look as if this was forced upon you, being how Ms.Pasafeld is so clingy.." Natalie replied before having a loss grin spread on her face, "What branch of classes on you in? You seem more like a poison maker or so... Oh pardon my stupidity! My name is Natalie, and may ask for yous?"

Onto Other Calamities.:. It would be best to READ the first post before saying what we are doing. 9_9;

The loud clanging as all the soda fell into his potatoe sack could be heard echoing down the hall and in the practice room, though faint above the noise. "Now all I must do is get all the soda back to my dorm... which is.... wait a sec...... which dorm is mine again?...... If I can't remember... then where.... am I going to put this all?!?" He asked himself. "Oh wait... that's right I wrote it down on a slip of paper so I wouldn't forget."

He slung his bag over his shoulder and began to rummage through his pockets for the note.When he finnally pulled out the note he found the words: Natalie, Room 33 Building C.

((OOC: Sorry, I have to drop out of this roleplay.))

((Gonna reply soon, I promise. I've been really busy with school lately. >.<;; ))

[same here, and I won't be on much this weekend as I have a drama event that I'm in for my school.]

(Onto Other Calamities.:. ._.; )

A catchy tune filled the air, Natalie took out her phone. It was one of those school assigned phones: very 'unfashionable', somewhat bulky and heavily monitored. She clicked the green accepted button and held it up to her ear. "Hello...! Oh hey... Hm? a guy? What do you mean by that? Room 33 C. Huh?" Her eyes narrowed and she tapped the disconnect button. "I will see you later, kay? Here is my room number and number if you want... Cho!" Natalie left the gym and disappeared. Natalie reached the intersection and went to the arrow labled 'C'. She ran by the numbers before she spotted a guy with black hair and loads of other things. Her frown deepened.

Bishop smiled. He knew the paper had been a good idea. It was a shame he have to bribe his roommate into not telling about his addiction and looting of the machines. He placed the faceplate back on the machine. When he turned he looked torwards natalies direction.

His face lost all color and he cursed. He spun around making a mad dash for his room cursing his lack of self-control. He'd probably be kicked out of the academy or something for this. He skidded to a stop in front of the door fumbling with his key to the several locks he had installed on the inside.

Natalie stopped directly by Bishop, her hands on her hips in the sign of an authority figure. She noticed his assigned key that had the tell-tale number on the keychain. Once as the door was open, she quickly entered and sat directly on her bed. She crossed her arms and lifted a brow at Bishop. "I think you are mistaken about what room you have," she replied as her feet cemented themselves on the floor, "I would assume the academy does not have people of the different gender together". Natalie didn't care if she sounded spoiled, sharing a room with her brother was one thing, but sharing it with a complete stranger was another. Natalie pursed her lips together, waiting for his response.

Bishop smiled and crossed the room. "Not according to my key I don't I set those locks on the door y'know" He glared at her and tossed the bag onto his bed. A few soda cans fell out onto the bed.

He crossed he room and shut the dorr, sheithing his blade as he did so. With expert presicion he relocked all of the 18 locks he had set up. "Now I would like you to explain what you are doing in my room. Immediately."

"Correction," Natalie replied as she gestured to her things that were already set before he came, "My things were already set... and by the looks of things, It would appear the academy did a little 'hiccup'". She took out her phone and did a few things on it. "It would be better to place that on the stand rather then flaunt it around," Natalie replied in a non-threatening voice. The knife did not seem to intimidate her at all. She looked at the cans and thumbed the last words before sending it. She crossed her legs and straightened her back, she was not going to lose this room.

Bishop merely laughed. "You're kidding right? What if I got attacked?" He smiled and shook his head. "And considering I'm the only one with the keys to the lock on the door, my stuff is in the room.... I'd say it was my room."

"Well, being that you and I have keys, we are at a stand-still. Your locks are considered a low-level locks, easy to access," Natalie replied in a well-mannered voice, "I am sure if you were to look at the computer, the 'log-in' time for this was 0720 hours, before you could have arrived. My things were put on my assigned bed and I put my things in the order I wanted them to be at 0815. So It is more 'my' room then yours".

Bishop smiled. "Touche'." He said. "So it seems we are at a stalemate." He made a nervous glance torwards his bag on his bed. "Now as it seems we have both been assigned to this room. I suggest we make an attempt to get along... and that you don't tell anybody I robbed the soda machine..."

"As long as you keep your fingers away from my sweets, then we will be fine," Natalie replied as she rose to the knocking of the door. She unlocked each lock with a fast gesture and looked down. "Huh? A curtain? Hmph, it will do," She muttered as she took the package and closed the door. She carefully started at one end and began putting her feet in front of one another before she reached the other side of the room. She turned and went into the middle, taking out the curtain and undoing the sticky corner and placing it between the two. She walked to to the end of the beds and pushed her assigned chair forward and got up and began putting the sticky corner to the ceiling. "If you dare peak while I am undressing,I will make you regret it"

Bishop looked at her skeptically. "I'm a soda-addict not a pervert... Why in all of good glory would I attempt to get a glimpse of you without clothes on, my dear?" He picked up a soda and smiled lying, down on his bed. "But you won't tell about how I aqquired this soda right?"

As he spoke he unpacked all his thing ngs and put them into his night stand. By his bed he stood A large wardobe with several drawers. Each drawer had a different soda labeled on it. "And I won't touch your sweets as long as you don't touch my soda... you do I will stab you and then eat your candy."

"If I am in a tight situation, I will. However I will not tell them anything," She replied as she managed to stick the corner down to the ceiling and getting down from the chair and placed it where it was. She turned to him and lifted a questionable brow. "I hope you know how to use it rather then throw it around like a butcher," she replied as she turned to him, the curtain separating them.

Bishop glared at her as he organized his different soda into their respective drawers. "Stupid, racist Brits..." he muttered to himself barely loud enough for her to hear. "Enslavin' my people now isultin' me... I'll kill me one of em' someday."

"And yet you blame us for other things as well, stop blaming what happened in the past and get living with the future. If you were in my position and I yours, you would rat me out just the same," Natalie replied as she turned her back towards him, being how he could barely understand the meaning of using his brain to vent rather then his mouth. Hearing things other then breathing and other outside noises was easy if she was ina small room like this one.

He fell silent. "I'm sorry... I was not however talking about your comment on turning me in. I was talking abou your insult to my prowess as a swordsman. Most people think I can't use a sword well."

"When I was a lad and the little British boys that lived next door were fencing they always jeered at me. 'Go play your bagpipes' they would say, or 'Make us more swords. They hit me if I asked to play. Most people assume that I'm only good at drinking and smithing." He looked down. "You have my apologies for snapping at you though."