Dorm 110 (Tito, Androw, Arazia, OPEN)

[ARAZIA VARGAS]

It was yet another perfect spring day in Japan. The sun was shining, birds chirped merrily from their branches, and nearly every flower bud was now in full bloom. One did not come across such an ideal day often. It left the opportunity to explore the strange, but fascinating lands of Japan and take in its rich, ancient culture. For a foreigner, a better day could not be asked for... Then why was one girl moping in her room?

Arazia hugged herself under the protective covers of her dorm bed, eyes squeezed tightly shut. The room was rather dark with the shades pulled down and all the lights off. She had been like this for the past two days, hiding from the world under her sheets. Arazia had not eaten and barely drank anything either. She had avoided as much contact with people as possible, pretending to be asleep with her back to the door should anyone enter her dorm. This new life as a high school student did not fit her at all.

As Sicily, she had been content simply keeping to herself, only interacting with her elder brothers, North and South Italy and Spain. Her main priority had been her own family; the matters of other lands halfway across the world were not a major concern of hers. Arazia had been an island, and a pretty one at that. An autonomous area of Italy, brimming with rich culture and the arts. She had her fair share of problems, but for the most part she was a pleasant island. Arazia had been happy with her life. And now? She was tossed into a boarding high school without even a say in the matter. Her existence as Sicily seemed but a distant memory. Her solution to this problem? To barricade herself in her room and pray this was all a nightmare.

"Dio, salvami!"

She mumbled, a few tears slid down her fair cheeks. Why was this happening? Had she done something wrong? For the life of her, Arazia could not think of a sin heinous enough to deserve such a punishment that she had committed as Sicily. She had been a kind and peaceful island. War was rarely something she took part in, even when other countries were fighting over her or invading. It could be the mafia...or maybe the recent illegal immigration issues... Even so, she had tried her best to maintain control over the situation. Every country had its rough points and, in her opinion, she had been handling them better than others. So why? Why on earth was she being put through such torture?!

Arazia eased the covers back letting her wavy brown hair and golden brown eyes peak out. She winced as the single shred of light through the curtains hit her full in the face, temporarily blinding her. Annoyed, she sat up in bed, propped up her pillows, and leaned back to stare off at the ceiling. Her knees were hugged tightly to her chest as she absentmindedly picked at the fuzzies on her sky blue flannel pajamas. Her mind drifted to her life as Sicily. She paused at the thought of her people. Were they alright with her not there? If I'm gone, are they even there at all? Her lower lip trembled with concern and she bit it hard to fight back the wave of tears she knew were coming. The citizens of her island had been her whole life and to think that they all may be dead or in some sort of trouble was enough to make her completely break down. The worst part of all, was that she did not know what she could do to help them. As a mortal, locked away in this school, she had absolutely no power to save them.

You could always stop weeping in a corner and try and find some answers beyond the confines of your bed! Arazia's more assertive conscience rang in her head. Of course, that would be the wise thing to do...but it would also require leaving the room and risk running in to someone. No way was she going to do that. Why, just on her first day she had peeked her head through a crack in her door. The sound of a familiar French "Ahohoho~!" reached her ears from around the corner of the hall. That was enough to scare Arazia back into her room, vowing never to leave it again. It was clear she was not the only country in this situation. The idea of leaving the safety of her dorm and seeing someone like France or that terrifying Russia character gave her the chills. But you may see Feliciano, Lovino, or Antonio! They may be able to help! Again, her conscience yelled common sense in her ear, but Arazia continued to ignore it.

"There is no guarantee they are even here. If I dare to step out of this room, well who knows what will happen?! I simply need to avoid direct contact with the other countries until I've calmed down a bit...

Arazia said aloud to the empty room. Speaking of other countries... She glanced warily at the door, then her digital clock on her bedside table. It was still early in the afternoon and usually her "dormmates" were not back until later. She still had some time before they came. Now that she was awake, sleep was out of the question. Arazia finally got out of bed and ran a hand over her head, smoothing her hair. Boredom was slowly eating away at her insides, but not yet enough to get her to leave the room. So, she thought tapping her bare foot with irritation, what could I possibly do in here...?

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Translations:
"Dio, salvami!" - Italian - "God, save me!"

[Tito Jose Xavier]

It hadn't been many days since Tito had found himself suddenly in a whole other place than Rua do Cunha, where he had been doing an errand at that time. But instead of being confused and scared, he found it exciting and started to explore Tokyo at once. By the end of that day he had ended up at some sort of school, which had been addressed on a letter in his pocket. Or at letter was so much said, the letter had told him to go to this school and attend to it. Not giving too much information or explanation on why. Not that it bothered him too much anyway. The letter was one of the first thing he found, but as dumb as he was he had just gone on his own to explore. Instead of trying to figure out what was going on. This might be an once in a lifetime free ticket to Tokyo so of course he didn't want to waste it on trying to get home.

He had agreed to attend to the school of the simple reason he wanted to try the Japanese casinos in Tokyo. A lot of people found this a little stupid, but to him it was the perfect excuse to stay here.

Tito had taken time from his homework study to go a do something much more important. He didn't give the homework much a thought at all, and only did them when he had nothing better to do - which was rare. He had been out hunting the whole area for casinos and places that sold poker cards. As he has an ability of losing the poker cards almost just as soon as he got them. As long as one card was missing it was the perfect excuse to go buy a new deck. It didn't matter much to him as a fresh card that you almost could cut yourself on, was a wonderful thing to have in the hand. The casinos however was a bit of a disappointment to him. They were far from as glamorous as he was used to. He hadn't even been inside them and he already missed the ones at home, thought he hadn't give up yet. Even if they wasn't as pretty, there could still be good players there.

The rest of Tokyo was more exciting, and much bigger than he'd ever have thought. He hadn't been able to see all he wanted the first day, and he didn't manage today either. Good thing there was another day tomorrow! The merrily smiled, as he climb the stairs that lead to the dorm area. People gave him stares as he was carrying a box, a clearly heavy one. It was a joy to find the dorm door unlocked, but since his hands was busy carrying and he was too lazy to put the thing down, he just gave the door handle a 'gentle' kick. The door opened enough for him to just use his body weight to push it the rest of the way.

Humming he wandered across the room and places the box by his bed. He didn't notice the girl before he turned away from the box again. "Oh, olá Arazia" He almost hummed the words out, and sat down on the bed looking at her. Since he came here, Tito hadn't had the chance to talk with his dorm mates. He of course knew who they were, he quickly decided now was a good time. His elbows resting on each leg and his hands folded so his chin could rest on it. He looked very interested and like they now should have a long interesting talk, and he wouldn't let her get peace before that.

OOC: Sorry this took forever ;A; I really have no excuses >w> But here it is in all its crappiness (and that is now a word).

[ARAZIA VARGAS]

At first all Arazia could do was stand, silent and dumb struck. This strange man just walked into her dorm room, dumped his stuff on a bed, and was just...sitting there. She frowned, confused, as to how he knew her name. Did she know him as well and had just forgotten? It seemed unlikely, Arazia wasn't the forgetful type. What she did know was that she was currently standing in front of a stranger in flannel pj's and unkempt hair. I must be a sight... She thought, a light pink tingeing her cheeks. Arazia quickly sat back down on her bed and threw the covers back and then pulled them right over her head. Yes, she was hiding from him. It was immature, she knew that, but still she was far too embarrassed to show her face again.

"W-Who are you...?"

She murmured from under the blanket. Just who did this guy think he was wandering into her room like that? He didn't even knock! And now he was just sitting there, staring at her as if she was some sort of carnival attraction. Arazia did not take kindly to poor manners. She yearned to teach this boy proper etiquette, but that would be impossible for she wouldn't even be able to take herself seriously in fuzzy pj's. After a moment, Arazia flung the sheets back, got out of bed, and made her way over to her dresser. Without saying a word she skimmed through the drawers till she found the pieces to her uniform, grabbed a brush off the vanity, then left the room without a second glance at the young man.

Arazia was quite lucky that the hall was empty so no one saw her make her way to the girls bathroom at the end of the hall in her current state of appearance. She quickly changed clothes and fixed her hair back into its usual curly braids. Once she was sure she looked presentable she made her way back to the room. Arazia knocked on the door, paused, then came in in an attempt to set an example.

"So," She said as she folded her pajamas and put them away neatly, then sat back down on her bed and finally met his gaze with one of annoyance.

"...who are you and why did you enter without so much as a simple knock?"

If she had run into this man anywhere and under any other circumstance she would have fallen in step with her usual timid response. However, Arazia's irritation outweighed her shy personality and instead she stared down the man from across the room, a sour expression on her face. She could feel the anger and sharp temper that Lovino had rubbed off on her beginning to boil. Arazia took a deep breath to steady herself.

"Do you think it polite to just enter a woman's room on a whim, sciocco?" She spat out the last word, her glare intensifying. It was becoming more and more difficult for her to control her rising temper.

"And now you're just sitting there. Staring, like some damn pervertito!"

Arazia could slowly feel herself snapping. She bit her lip and closed her eyes to calm herself. If only Lovino were here..He'd know what to do... She thought, another pang of sadness hitting her. In the past, her eldest brother had always been there to watch over her and protect her from any suspicious strangers. But now she was alone and had no idea where she could find her brother. All she could do was call on his guidance in past occasions to help her...But unfortunately all she could think of was him and his "secret weapon" mustache. Of all things to think of, but the memory made her smile and her anger ebbed away. Gaining control of her emotions, Arazia turned back to the young man and smiled slightly,

"Excuse my outburst. It was quite inappropriate. Mi scuso." Arazia stood and made her way over to him. She hesitated, but then stuck out her hand, "My name is- Well, I guess you already know that. May I ask for yours?"

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Italian Translations:
sciocco - fool
pervertito - pervert
Mi scuso - I apologize

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OOC:
Wow, I made her rather mean in this one. Well, she was having a rather depressing day, but I'm sure they will be good friends in the end! Lol! ^_^

[Tito Jose Xavier]

She didn't seem too happy, but he just watched with some sort of entertainment as she left. Grinning and wondering what just happened. Oh well, he'd probably stumble upon her later if she didn't come back. It seemed like she was going to fix her tousled self, and maybe get away.

Shrugging, he dug a hand down in the box and fished up a fresh package of poker card. He opened it and moved a little so there were enough space for a game of solitaire. As he often did when he had nothing better to do, it had never been a game he had been too amazed by, but it was a annoyingly good time killer. Not expecting her to come back too soon. As the game went on, he was interrupted by a knock on the door. He didn't even look up as she entered the room. Even if he noticed how the knock was directed towards him.

Tito didn't reply her question about why he had entered her room, instead he grinned and threw the letter that said he was to go to this dorm. Yes, he was actually able to make the paper slice through the air and land next to her. He had been throwing with too many poker cards in his life. "I had my hands full, I'm afraid." He simply replied and nodded and the box.

Tito was kind of surprised by her reaction, but of course he didn't show that. Keeping his 'innocent' and friendly smile, simply waiting for her to settle a little down. Not commenting on any of the words she spat at them, not even blinking at them. She seemed like a person that'd make a storm in a glass if she could, so he just continued his game quietly, but still showing he was listening to her by looking up when new words came at him.

"Yeah I do; Arazia Vargas. Sicily, right?" He didn't know too much about that place, luckily for him he could always learn. "I'm Tito Jose Xavier, Macau. - If you know where that is - A lot of people just call me Ze or Ze Ze." The note about his origins was mostly a quite sidenote. Most people didn't know where or what the heck Macau is, but of course they knew Hong Kong. Her, being from the other side of the planet, probably wouldn't know either.

"I certainly hope you're not going to bite me every time I enter this dorm, because the school have placed me here" He said, hoping to make a bit more peace with her now she seemed to be ready to do just that. "I'll promise to knock next time, if I have my hands free."