[b][center][h1][color=orange]Baron[/color][/h1][/center][/b]
[hr][@Ypnosi]
The heels of Baron's boots clicked against the worn stones of Dorm Azalea's floor. Lighting another cigarette, he glared at the utter incompetence that surrounded him-- broken lights, fried outlets, poor ventilation, and horrendously outdated wiring.  Even more infuriating, was the fact that the inside of the dorm was littered with delinquents and wretches, the type of squalor you'd find in a backalley slum. The sooner he could reach his assigned room, the sooner he could quench his urge to repair this complete shitstorm of a housing complex....

Scanning the room as he opened the door to A0, Baron was pleasantly surprised to see that with a bit of work, cleaning, and  upgrading-- this could become a proper workshop! However, his brief bout of enthusiasm waned as his eyes fell upon the once cutting edge machines that littered the room, left to rot in this glorified landfill.

Speaking of which, there seemed to be a girl prodding one of the rusting scrapheaps; likely a straggler that didn't get the memo that this room was now occupied,  [Color=orange]"You do realize these are private quarters don't you? Why don't you mind your manners and go find some other place to squat."[/color]