Room 3-11

[Serenity♥]

A black swirling portal appeared in room 11 of the third floor. The room it appeared in was slightly messy, a few clothes here and there, the TV on some random channel, and books laying out everywhere.

Serenity smiled at her temporary home. It was organized yet sloppy. She was an organized slob. Yep.

She turned to her friend and held a hand to the room. "Welcome to Room 3-11. My 'home sweet home'. Warning: Some objects that shouldn't will move." she joked.

[whiteraven]

Raven stepped gratefully out of the porthole and the rain and into a messy yet oddly organized room. Serenity's place. Raven looked around before retrieting to a circle chair in the corner, using her powers to displace the blankets lying in it. Curling up, cat-like, in her seat, Raven looked out the window curiously.

"We're in Gothem?" She asked, pretty sure she recognised the horizen line. Looking at the room, it seemed comfotably familliar. Everything in it was reminescent of Raven's friend. There was a slam from down the hall and some drunken laughter. The Azarathian closed her eyes and a second later the noise from the rest of the building was blocked out.

[Serenity♥]

Serenity smiled. "Yep. Gotham. I hate it, yet I love it." she said. She rolled her eyes at the sound of the building drunk. She was on her way to the door, to yell and cussed the guy out like she regularly did, when the sound disappered.

She turned to Raven with a smirk. "Clever." she said simply. Serenity flopped onto her black leather sofa and sighed. "Did you know, in the past three months, the crime rate has gone down by have here? It's because most people moved because this place is boring." she said randomly.

"What to make people unbored?"