Roof Second Floor Lobby Back Door

Dragon Shirou 'ey kid, watcha name? *he is leaning on a wall, his hands folded and he looks at you briefly* Kamui Shirou. ((pronounced Kah-moo-ee She-row)) 'ave you been blessed wit a newsie nickname yet? I wouldn't call it a blessing. It's Dragon. Where'd dat come from, anyway? brusquely* My mother called me that in Japanese when I was younger. When's yer birthday? Know how old ya are? September 26th, I'm 18. Whatcha look like? You're pretty slow, aren't you? *rolls eyes* Well, I’ve been told I’ve been hard to describe. *smirks coldly* I’m 5’6 ½, that’s the only thing people can describe. My eyes are ever-changing is what I like to call it. They’re supposedly dark brown, but some days it’ll be gray, and the others violet. *eyes flash* And depending on whichever way the light hits my hair, that’ll be the hair color. It’s supposedly black, but it turns purple or silver sometimes. I am half Japanese, half Caucasian like Heaven. My mother is Japanese while my father is Caucasian. You can usually find me in a loose white button down shirt and loose white pants or a black button down shirt with black pants. And wadda ya like, huh? Got mucha a personality? My best part. *his voice is filled with indifference* I have a trouble past, as you can say. I’ve been told that once you meet me. I, supposedly, have a lack of attention span. I can’t tell, can you? I’m self-confident, protective, indifferent, short-tempered, passive, and extremely quick to overreact. *rolls his eyes* So... where'd ya come from an' watcha doin heah? *glares* That’s one thing you don’t ask me about. My past is inconsequential; my main concern is my future. Don't s'ppose ya got any friends, do ya? *shrugs with eyes narrowed* What about a, uh, signifigant othah, hmm? *wink wink nudge nudge* Would you go through heaven and earth to find the one you love? What if you were faced in the end to pick one? And to go to heaven, you'd save yourself, but lose the one you loved. But to go to earth, you'd have to hurt everyone you know, only to give up your life to save your beloved? What would you do? Waddya do 'round heah? I don't know, what do you do? What do you *think* people do around here? *he is beginning to look agitated by the questions* If ya emptied ya pockets right now, what'd be in 'em? *he reaches in his pocket and fingers the silver cross with a tiny ruby in the center of the cross and vines wrapped around the cross which is on a silver chain* Anythin' else we oughta know? Nothing that you would ever understand. *he pushes himself off the wall with his foot and starts walking away, the wind blowing his hair around* Back to the bunkroom