Room #13

Klay had picked this dorm a few days ago. All her weapons were lined up in a weapon rack, and since that was full, they were lined neatly against the wall. She couldn't stand being messy. Ugh.
This was room 13. Klay knew most people didn't like room 13, because of superstitous reasons. Of course, at home, 13 was a lucky number, and most people had thirteen of something in their house. Klay didn't want to act like humans did, so she picked room thirteen. All she had to do was dust everything off, get new bedsheets, and paint the walls. And, she did that. It almost felt like home.
Klay wished she had a dog. Not a human dog, but the dogs like the one's at home. Silky fur, and below that, powerful scales. Eyes pure white. They were the most loyal animal in the world, plus good hunters. But, until she could send a letter home, she cold only lay on her bed and stare at the ceiling.

((It's your choice, but Klay won't do thwe talking, :P))

Klay's eyes sparkled as she waved a hand. Her new roomate look quite interesting. But Klay didn't care, if she could not be mean to her muteness, then Klay would care if she dressed like a boy. She turned her head to look out the window, which showed the lawn. There were some people playing, and some talking. Klay tightened her mask and turned back to her roommate.

Klay held out her hand and shook Spoox's. She let go and grabbed a sheet of paper. Klay is what it said, in scraggly handwriting. Most of the time, Klay would use her notepad to 'talk', and she hoped this girl wouldn't mind.

Klay shrugged in an I-don't-know way. She tookout another sheet of papr.
None of the peoplel I have met here are mutes like myself. I have a perfectly good reson for being mute, though I rather not write about it.
She showed it to her roommate. Though some times she did not mean to be rude at all, she seemed like she was, and could not avoid it.