[center][h1]Vincents Aftermath[/h1][/center]
Vincent waited until the two nuisances had left his immediate vicinity. Ignia had hit him good. It still hurt a little, the girl knew how to throw a punch that was for certain. She had fought dirty and he could respect that to a degree, he had the upperhand against her in every other way. He'll accept this little loss for now.

Vincent trod out into the hallway. He was hungry again for the thrilling taste of Victory. He knew that to be a certain factor inside his own mind, a factor that drived him to keep fighting.He was alone with his own thoughts for a while. He like to think himself as superior to the vast majority of Dark Dorm students. He couldn't seem to find anyone of equal merit just yet. 

He walked into the Dark Dorm, graffti was sprayed all along the wall of the corridor with such postives messages like: Keep out, Darksworn or death along with a bunch of other completely positive messages that just helped you feel better after a long day of fighting. Vincent sighed as he walked past a pair of students dueling eachother at night no less!  This was a common sight in the Dark Dorm at least when he was there, someone was always fighting someone else..It annoyed him that his room had to be situated in the furtherest recess of the dark dorm, where even security preferred to not go.

He looked at his door to his dorm his eyes glancing left and right to check the hallway. His door had already been painted on by some punk. It was labeled surprisingly accurately as 'Problem child' It seemed someone was butthurt. Vincent stepped inside his room. It had been nearly completely clean the last time he checked. 

It seemed someone had played a literal heavy storm in his room. All of his possessions and clothes lay thrown out of drawers his small stack of spare cards looked like someone had gone through and neatly sorted them all, to memorise them perhaps? The one moral code in the dark dorm was the respect for the deck. You didn't just take another man or womans deck. There was nothing against winning them through duels though or writing down what your opponent owned which was probably the case here.

Vincent just shook his head and started shoving his clothes unneatly back into the drawers, leaving his cards as they were. None were missing so he didn't really care. He pulled out his deck looking at it contemplatively. He doubted anyone would go in the room if he was in it. He placed his deck down on his small stack of drawers, offloading his duel disk onto it as well.

He walked over to the door looking left and right down the hallway. Wondering if the world was going to give him anymore chance encounters. He took his toothbrush and made a small trip to the bathroom. Hygiene was a must if you wanted to smile cockily at all the idiots at the school. He brushed his teeth in another popular sight of the war between gangs. The bathroom has broken cubicle doors and a few taps refused to pour 'hot; or even cold water.

Vincent loved his new residence. The constant fighting was where he belonged. When he woke up toorrow he was going to smash some heads togather for the thrill of it. He started walking back to his room. He had left his door wide open. He cursed at his mistake, readying himself as he turned the corner and looked inside his room.Nobody was there. He was just being paranoid. He threw himself onto his hard mattress and went to sleep...