Richard had been well within the listening zone when Director A started his speech, so he wasn't affected from the detrimental effects. He dug into his pockets and retrieved his Dorm Assignment. "Parlor trick," He muttered, rolling his eyes, and then groaned out loud, "Wonderful, I'm stuck with knight boy." He huffed and then cast his gaze around the room. He would want to watch for any of the erasers, not for his own sake of course, but for the newbies.

	If there was one thing he couldn't stand, it was bullies, and the Erasers were just that when it came down to it. When he first showed up all those years ago, they tried to weed him out. An pyro had decided to try to burn him out, and left most of his face burned. He likes to think he earned some respect when he dished it back at him, but it cemented his place here at least.
	
	Richard flexed his gloves, and began to head out and make his way to his dorm. As he reached the building, he quietly slipped inside and entered his room. He gave a smile, realizing he was the first to get there, he clambered up to the top bunk, claiming it like a champion. He fell back on the bed, and began to relax while he relished the moments he would have without his room mate.