The sound of silence itself, almost the same dull buzz of white noise as it seemed. Hinata sat by herself, knees tucked up tight to her chest, hugged gently there as she watched the hands on the clock slowly tick away. A habit she seemed to have picked up since she first arrived in this god forsaken place. Literally thrown out by her parents, left with little more than the clothes on her back and the dorm room, possibly fir for four girls, now housing but one small one. Although she couldn't have asked for better at the moment. No one to bother her, and certainly no parents to make her existence that much more worthless.

Her eyes drew away finally from the white clock on the plain, bare white wall. If she didn't know better, she would have thought her vision was clouded by all the whiteness of her room. Like she was in a insane asylum cell. Even so, she smiled to herself, slipping up off her bed to her small bags beside her beg. Getting onto her knees as she opened them and began to unpack what little things she brought along. Setting her neatly folded clothing onto her bed, leaving her other accessories on the floor for now. This went on for a few minutes, arranging things so they wouldn't be in the way in case someone stormed in, right until she reached that fairly sized black leather cover book. Still holding the bitter scent of cleaning chemicals. Stiffer than wood it seemed, a new sketchbook. This, she stowed away under her bed, along with a polished wooden box full of pens, pencils and other little objects that suited her best for her hobby of drawing. Settling back on her heels she then stood up, bending down to gather up her clothes and other things, quick to put them away. Soon enough kicking her small bags under her bed. Once again, silence came over her, only broken by the hollow 'tick,' of the clock on the wall.

Alucard had been leaning against the wall, watching the new student with her things. The massive alien observed her lithe body, wondering how her skin felt, how she would taste... Alucard breathed in through its nose and could tell from the taste of the air that she was a virgin. That was all about to change...

The reason the student did not see Alucard was because it was camouflaged to look and feel like the wall.

She paid little to no attention to her surroundings, of course, since she was alone in her room with a locked door, why should she be worried? Faced with the numbing silence again, she busied herself with other little tasks at hand.. if she could find any to kill time. Although with her door locked, the hairs on the back of he neck prickle up just a bit. Feeing a slight chill crawl though her form, as if she was being watched? Cocking her head just slightly to look back over her shoulder to the walls, and to the corners. Taking a moment o stare, and hen with a faint shrug, move off to the small kitchenette in her dorm room. Curious to see if they supplied any food for the students.

Alucard followed the young woman soundlessly. When she entered the kitchen, Alucard was only a step behind. Alucard threw its voice forward, to the fridge.

"That shade of white is rather boring. You're an artist. If I were to provide you with paint, you could paint that room. I think you could make it look nice."

Alucard's voice could be better described using the plural form of the word. Dozens of voices speaking at the same intervals, same volume, the same emotions and timing.

The voice of course made the girl jump quite visibly, her feet leaving the ground as she spun around to catch the source. Eyes wide with visible fear as she looked about the room. Of course the rumours always leaked to the freshmen. Slimey monsters doing quite nasty things to the students? Of course she hadn;t believed them, ghosts on the toher hand, she quite likely believed. Hands clutching to her chest as she began to shake a bit, biting into her bottom lip.