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       #Post#: 5535--------------------------------------------------
       Room 29
       By: Dio Date: June 9, 2013, 7:35 am
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       The room itself was slightly big, leaving his dark blue bed
       alone in a corner. White walls with light state grey floors. The
       wooden desk infront of the left wall seem to have normal
       materials, but that was it... what was strange however is the
       steel table that sat in the middle of the room that seem big
       enough for a person to lay on it with a black armless rolling
       chair infront of it. There was a medical drawers and cabinets on
       the right wall. His closet simply hold his clothes while his
       windows on the back wall has blinds and black curtains.
       The door only has a single steel nameplate with Dio's name on
       it.
       #Post#: 5796--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Room 29
       By: Dio Date: June 17, 2013, 7:28 pm
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       Dio enters his dorm room with the roll of bandage he was given
       and look around. "Well... they got the stuffs I requested... let
       see what this got." he sat down on the black chair and took the
       bandages off his head, looking in the mirror that was on the
       table to see his right face, where what used to be his right
       eye, lies a wound almost as if someone used a scoop and brutally
       shoved his right eye out painfully; the wound was clearly not
       tended as well when he got this wound.
       Dio sigh softly and finally notice the bandages with blood
       stain. "This wound won't heal... guess it part of the curse." He
       wrapped his head with new clean bandages and threw away the old
       bandages in the trash can under his table. He walks over to his
       bed and lies down, drifting off to sleep again as he thinks of
       exploring another area.
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