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Dmitri Serebryannikov The Renaissance Man
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(12/5/06 9:59 pm)
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Moving back into Room 10, floor 1 (Very open.)
After a couple of hours of work positioning his stuff precisely where he wanted it, Dmitri's room was unusually immaculate for the average high school student. Although the room was small, he had managed to fit an unbelievable ammount of things in the room through intelligent use of space and ingenious space saving techniques and technology. A sleek, white bookcase is stuffed with books of various types: academic writings, fiction, how to's, and even music books. A couple of paintings by Dmitri himself hang in various parts of the room; each of them a bizzare abstract that to the untrained eye seems random and ugly. A desk lies in the corner of the room. A pen holder keeps a variety of writing utinsals, from cheap no.2 pencils to expensive pens. His bed is royal blue and is meticiulously made with no creases.
Suddenly, the door knocks. Dmitri opens it, and to his surprise, another teenager is standing on the other side. "I'm you're roommate, chum." He said cheerfully; he had disheveled blonde hair and a thin, sickly look to him. His skin was pale and his eyes looked watery and swollen.
That's odd. No one had told Dmitri that he would have a roommate. They said the room would be empty.
"Is this room 10?" Dmitri exclaimed a bit nervously, worried he had just unpacked into the wrong room.
"Yup." The boy wasn't carrying any luggage so he wasn't new, and none of his stuff was in the room already. Dmitri gave him an incredulous look.
The boy didn't notice. "My name is Alex Chaucer. Nice to meet you." He extends his hand, and Dmitri grabs it.
"I'm Dmitri Serebryiannikov. I've attended school here before, but I moved away for a shortwhile and now I'm back."
"That's strange, I don't remember seeing you before... Alex remarked." Dmitri didn't remember seeing him either, which is unusual, considering Dmitri's photographic memory. "Well, I hate to introduce myself and run off, but I've got a drama practice I've got to be getting too. I just came by to introduce myself. We'll talk more when I get back!" With a nod, he ran off down the hallway and out of the building.
***10 minutes later***
Dmitri lets out a sharp cry of pain as his laptop glides through his hands and crashes into his bare foot. Flahes of red burst in his eyes, and a small of burnt flesh fills his nostrils. His yell can be heard quite clearly, for the door to his dorm is open and it echoes throughout the hall. He grabs his foot and massages it, trying to ease the pain. As he does so, his eyes throb with images of violent shapes and patterns.

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