Wham!

The door presented itself with the greatest of obscene gestures, despite being incapable of moving, stuffed into a corner yet trying to steal the limelight. Unlike the other rooms in the dorm, it was painted over in a clean white layer, though this wasn't done entirely in legal consideration of the owners of the school. Not that much of said paint could be seen, however, as the door was completely covered in random posters of Duel Monsters, grocery lists, a few rather unexpected and unwarranted pictures of Nottu and Gauche at crooked angles, and a few scrappy love letters the resident had written to himself with badly faked signatures from the girls on campus.

Upon entrance, one would likely encounter one of the resident's many pranks, be it something cliche like a whiteboard eraser on the head or something more ingenious such as a complex tripwire system that would result in a series of pencils being flung at the unexpected guest. Once the trap was diverted or dealt with, one would be greeted by an absolute mess with little floor in sight, made mostly of jumbled board games and several dozen torn-in-half Magic! The Gathering cards, as well as several dirty socks and even a pair of grass-stained jeans. The bunk bed in the corner was, well, no longer a bunk bed, as the top bunk had fallen through, and since the superiors didn't bother to replace the stuff in this dorm too often, the top bunk was left resting firmly on the bottom bunk.

Other things to note in the room were that there was a small kitchen separate from the dorm's own kitchen, more of little minibar setup with a sink than anything impressive, with scattered, dirty, and broken dishes lying around, and a large supply of soap and sponges on-hand, implying that the resident only washed his dishes as he or a guest were about to eat off of them.

Next to the "bunk" bed was the only neat thing in the room, the resident's bookshelf/desk amalgamation. It stood impeccably clean and well organized, with cases full of his cards in one section and the other sections filled with schoolbooks, random books of study, books that were for pleasure and unrelated to academics, and a single small section with nothing but a dusty black book, with a padlock and a password-coded transparent screen keeping any and everybody from reaching it.

Sitting at the desk would be the resident, a lean, well-tanned teen with short, loosely spiked red hair with a blonde outline which fell a bit over his large hazel eyes. His outfit would be his very badly crumpled and wrinkly but well-washed Slifer Red uniform, unbuttoned at the front as always. Depending on if it were morning to afternoon or night, he would either be scratching his head through complex Duel Monsters theory books at his desk and looking back at his cards as he tried to construct a Deck that actually works, or he would be in bed, reading one of his casual books, not bothering to switch out of his uniform until the minute he goes to sleep.

Guests would be greeted with the same response, no matter time or urgency: A small grin, no eye contact, and an "Aye! Who's there, what's up?" as he continued doing what he was doing.