&&. WE'RE GOING DOWN SWINGING {RUKI}

[TRENTON BENNET GRAYSON]

As the thunder cracked so hard the entire room seemed to shake, Trent nonchalantly strode into the commons room. There were quite a few people there, though not nearly enough to say that it was packed - most likely because no one wanted to be outside in the pouring rain and lightning, but still wanted to be able to socialize with friends. Trent, himself, had just come from dorm, which was considerably less amusing when it was empty and there was nothing on TV.

As the tell-tale sound of violent, pattering raindrops met his ears, he plopped into a chair, shifting uncomfortable. He'd just gotten over a hangover and, as always, was in the mood for a run. Of course, the fact that it was storming made the appeal just that much greater. Most cats loathed water, and many of his fellow shifters that had feline forms would not have even considered changing out there and getting their fur wet - but then again, Trenton wasn't most cats. There was nothing quite as exhilarating as going for a run so fast that he seemed to move between droplets, his massive paws striking the ground with enough force to easily break any human's neck (not that it had ever been used for that purpose, of course.)

He groaned as he thought about it, running a hand through his already carefully disheveled hair. As a friend walked by - a short blonde that he'd known since his freshman year - Trent nodded once to her, earning a smile in return before she followed her friends out the door. A glance around told him that there weren't very many people there that he knew, but that hardly bothered him. Trent was the kind of guy that got along with most anyone; it was only a matter of time before either a friend arrived to hang out or some kid he didn't know (or just didn't know very well) walked over and sat next to him. Either was fine with him, really, and sitting in silence for a few minutes until then wouldn't be a problem - it was the energy that beckoned to be let out, energy that could only be supported as a massive six-hundred-pound tigon, that was on his mind.

With a muttered profanity, Trent turned his gaze to the window. It was dark as hell outside, and even if it hadn't been, it would be nearly impossible for a human to see through the rain. Even with his enhanced eyesight, he could only make out the shapes of trees close by and the brick wall in the distance. Briefly, he wondered what, exactly, was stopping him from venturing outside. Sure, it wasn't exactly going along with the rules - but then again, there was no rule that specified that one couldn't go outside in the rain. The doors were locked, but what if one were to become unlocked for whatever the reason? It wasn't against the rules to lock or unlock doors that weren't specified, right? Trent carefully considered the possibilities, lapsing into deep thought.

[RUKI TAKAMASA MASAKI]

Ruki was hanging out in the common room in the afternoon, and he was very much trying to do what he could. He was expected to meet up with a guy here. He was hoping that the guy he was going to meet could meet up with him, and after they talked for a while he could probably asked him to come to his room he had wanted to take it real slow, so that he would very much make sure that he would do whatever he can do to he was sitting there on the steps, waiting for the guy to show up. Sure, Ruki was bisexual he leans more towards either side, and he is loves men more than women since men he feels most comfortable with.

He was trying to make sure that he had kept his own sexuality in check since no one would liked him if he wasn't completely straight, and he had wanted to open up to others so that he would be finally be free of his shell, but then again he gets all clingly to guys since he doesn't even realized that he is doing it at all. He was sitting there listening to music trying to make sure that he paid attention to when the guy comes to see him.

He was looking around for the fashion designer, and he was trying to make sure that he had paid closely attention to his surroundings. He was trying so hard to make sure that no one sees the fact that he's really bisexual until the time is right. He was wearing makeup because of the fact of being the way he was he wanted to do what he had wanted to do for so long. He was starting to read a book, and he kept his head to the book until someone comes near him.

He was already in the common room when someone had came in. He was working around, and making sure that he was going to do what he can. He hadn't paid attention to anyone who was in the room because he had his music on. He slinks in the background since he's so shy, and quiet. He was reading a book when someone had groaned.

He was even trying to make sure that he had no one to bugged him he doesn't like it when someone annoys him constantly. He was reading a book in the dark side of the room. He was trying to figure out what he was going to do if someone was going to try to talk to him he had hated to be talked to.

He was always trying to do what he can so no one in allbright academy can say otherwise. He was always slinking in the back, and he was looking around trying to figure out what he was going to do.

He was even trying to do a lot of things he had loved to read so he had always read in the dark.