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Realistic or Modern Oh yes boarding school can be that bad

ChampionOfTheMorningStar

ChampionOfTheMorningStar

The lunatic Fringe
A rp between Me and Paintedsky


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Oscar Wakefield





Sat at the back of a bus, his forehead leant against the window, Oscar watched as the city outside disappeared and the bus travelled further and further into the countryside, away from civilisation, towards the fantasy of the rich. Dumped on the seat beside him was a tattered rucksack that contained all of his belongings, the material sagging, only half-full. He held in his hand the acceptance form that had been mailed to him a month ago. The corner was stained an unpleasant brown from where his father had used it as a coaster for his drink, and it smelled faintly of whiskey. All the same, it was a valid one-way ticket out of hell, into the realms of the ridiculously wealthy.


Oscar remained relatively alone on the bus, a couple of people drifting on and off between stops, all of whom took care to avoid the rough looking boy at the back. Rain trickled down the window, a light shower pouring from the heavens. By the time the bus drew up to his stop, it had opened into a full downpour, soaking his hair so that it stuck to his skin in pathetic clumps and drenching his belongings as he stood, watching the bus trundle off into the distance. It was a half a mile walk from the bus stop to the school.


Sighing, he took this all as a shitty omen that things weren't going to be all fun, games, and luxury at this new school. He slung his rucksack over one shoulder, stuffed the acceptance form in his hoodie pocket, and then began the journey to school, yanking his hood up as a form of lame protection against the rain.


Alent Fuoco & Dez Dante





"Okay, I bet you fifty that my room mate will be cuter than yours this year," Dez said, crossing his arms over his chest.


"Fuck off, I'm not paying you fifty just because you're a jammy bastard with unfair luck," Alent responded with a good-natured grin, mirroring his best friend's body language.


"Fine then, I bet you one of those insanely amazing drinks at the canteen; you know the ones. Agreed?"


"You're not going to shut up about this otherwise, are you?" Alent guessed, his wry smile badly disguising his fondness for the individual opposite him.


"Nope."


"Fine then. But this time, if I win, you don't take that as a reason to then sleep with mine. It made the rest of the year incredibly awkward last time."


The two boys were sitting in the back of Alent's family limo, being kindly driven to school by his chauffeur. Dez had been lucky enough to escape hanging around an empty house - or even worse, putting up with his father - for the summer by bunking with Alent for the holiday, and thus he was now able to hitch a ride to school. "What room you in?" Dez asked, digging his own letter out from his bag.


"Four. Bottom floor again. Another year cleaning up the vomit of people who mistake my window for a toilet," Alent answered, having already memorised his room number and timetable.


"You know you love it really," Dez quipped back, grinning as he checked over the letter for his own room number, thanking whatever deity might be out there that he wasn't unfortunate enough to be on the bottom floor that year.


"Well, last year someone vomited up an actual Rolex onto my floor, so it's certainty a profitable business, albeit disturbing to discover what our drunk peers are capable of swallowing."


"Honestly, I could have told you that before you had to discover it the vomit-filled way," Dez responded, his grin more of a leer as his tone dripped with innuendo.


"Don't be crass, asshole," Alent said, kicking him lightly in the shins before settling back in his seat, watching out the window as they pulled up the driveway that stretched out before the main school building, the limo slowing to a halt.


Lorel Nightingale


Lorel arrived early, freakishly so. She'd been flown in only to arrive four hours before students were due, and although she was claiming it was because she'd booked the wrong flight, the reality was things had gone exactly to plan. This meant that she could settle into her dorm room before any potential room mate had the chance to stake claim to a particular bed, and she could set up her stuff without anyone getting in the way. It wasn't that she had anything against room mates as a species, they just had a tendency to get under her feet. This way, everyone was happy, and she had successfully claimed the bed away from the window. This was essential given how she enjoyed sleeping in and hanging out in bed on the weekends, and didn't particularly want the rest of the school peering in on these habits.


By the time others were due to start arriving, she had already settled herself into bed, and had set up a television on the chest of drawers that stood at the end of her bed. Plugged into the set was her Xbox, PS3, and Wii, because hey, sometimes she got a kick out of punching Miis into oblivion on the Wii Sports boxing. Beside her, she had emptied a packet of crisps into a bowl, from which she picked every now and then. The Xbox controller was gripped firmly in her hands, her headset positioned over her ears, and she celebrated her return to school but slaughtering a fresh horde of zombies, instructing them in a low voice to all go to hell.


Ariel Cross





Ariel was another early arrival, although for more practical purposes. Charged with the duties of signing in all the students, helping the new ones with directions, and generally preventing the first day from turning to shit, she sat in the entrance lobby with a list of names,a pen, and a stack of maps set beside her. As students filtered into the hall, she ticked off their names and pointed the newcomers in the right direction. She smiled internally at the amount of people who kept referring to her as 'Miss' or 'Ma'am', particularly the younger students who mistook her for a teacher or receptionist. It was pleasant to be separate from the chaos of the first day, to be able to control it to some degree even.


Her own belongings had already been sent up to her room. Having checked the room assignments list, she had already discovered that her room mate for the year would be none other than Dima Quarters. Twin to the infamous Sophia, Ariel knew enough about the both of them to have a handle on them. How she would be as a room mate, she couldn't say, but Dima seemed nice enough from what Ariel could gather. She was neither a trouble maker nor a party animal, if one was to believe the rumours, thus Ariel was content.


Blade Summers





"Fare thee well, baby sis," Max, Blade's youngest brother, said, pulling her into a one-armed hug. He, along with her father, had come to see her off on the first day of school, and they stood with her outside the entrance as they said their goodbyes.


"Aww, you gonna cry on me?" She teased, hugging him back with one arm before shoving him off playfully, grinning. "Come on, you're embarrassing me. Go mourn your loss of me at home with dad, I've got a new room mate to face."


After the final farewells were exchanged, the other two left, waving to her as they drove off in the car. Blade rolled her eyes at their public displays of affection, but did so smiling and waving back, shaking her head in fond exasperation. She then hefted her suitcase up onto the rack that had been set up on the back of her wheelchair, and wheeled herself through the open door into the lobby. Already knowing her way round and her room number, she gave her name to Ariel at the meet-and-greet desk, and then navigated her way over to the girl's dormitories, whistling to herself as she went.
 
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Elsa Newman


The few people in the current group home who actually liked Elsa and tactfully avoided her had come to say goodbye. Red, whose name was Mrs. Harrington but was always called Red stood at the front door and nodded at Elsa as she left. She boarded the cab and curled her hands into her sweatshirt sleeves and her knees into her chest leaning up against the window.


"You gonna sleep Missy?" Elsa turned her clear blue eyes to the African American man with a nice face and a mustache that was going to drive her to this school. He had been paid upfront by Red and an extra hundred to be kind, she had the feeling that Red knew the man and chose him out of all the cab drivers in the city but it was unconfirmed.


"No..." she said slowly, because she wouldn't.


"Do you mind the radio? You can pick the station but I appreciate the music." He began to drive.


"Classical?" He smiled at that and nodded.


The city fell below the hills behind them. It wasn't a long way to the school, just over an hour. The Cabbie was even kind enough to unload her bags and make sure she knew where she was headed. She got the feeling it wasn't just the extra hundred. She squared her shoulders and headed in.


The Quarters; Neal, Soph, Dima


The whole family had piled in to the family's renovated VW van for the trip. Mr. Quarters had restored it to mint and then changed everything about it. Rather than seats that went across there was a couch like seat that ran around the perimeter of the inside there was a table bolted to the floor for games during long trips and eating. The seats could be lifted to store things since the trunk was no more. Neal was curled up in the corner and Soph had bullied Dima into letting her braid her hair. Dima was sitting with her knees near her chest on the carpeted floor.


"So both of you are bottom floor this year?" Soph said tugging a strand of Dima's hair into the French braid.


"Yeah."


"Yep"


"Ha! BUMMER I'm in 22, that's what like Third floor?"


"Yeah.... one through ten on the bottom, eleven through nineteen on the second and 20 through 3o on the third." Dima recited perfectly. Soph tied off the braid and let it thump back onto Dima's back. Mrs. Quarters looked up from the road at her children.


"We're here." Dima jumped up and grabbed her bag. It was a full purple duffel with several key chains hanging off the strap, they seemed to jingle with excitement as she hopped off the van. Her brother followed with his red duffel and her sister with her pink, both with decidedly less clinking. They hurried on through the doors.


Tommy


Tommy's aunt was only able to drop him off the day before the official date so he had already spent one night there. The teachers had been there for a week preparing so they said it was fine. Tommy didn't eat breakfast that morning since it would have been weird. Or at leas he would have felt weird. He didn't want to do anything that would make him seem weird to his piers since that was inevitable. Plus they had orientation lunch today. This was Tommy's first year in this school, he had been going to private and boarding school's almost his whole life until he moved in with his aunt. Then he went to the little high school in her town for awhile but his dad wanted him to have a good education and Tommy felt that a new boarding school would be a new start.


Tommy had set the room up so that his bed was by the window. It had even worked out that it was directly at the head of his bed so he could peek out at night. He had put all his things away and set up his plain white comforter and pillow set. He had almost no personal items so it was alarming how much his room looked like a clinic of some kind. He had chosen to wear loose fitting sweatpants and a old sweater. He could change to jeans when he left the room for orientation and the sweater made him fell comfortable. He sat down with 'Red Dragon' and some tea on his bed to wait his roommate out.


Ben


Ben's father had sent a car. So he was in a car with a driver that called him 'young sir'. He sat slouched in his designer skinny jeans and t-shirt, a gray Bennie decorating his head. He had on sneakers that cost more than the average hooker. He was bouncing a ball off the top of the car and nodding aloud to the desperately loud rock music that he didn't really like he just wanted to torture his Alfred from batman look alike driver. He had made them stop for McDonalds so they were running a bit late.


When they finally arrived he told his driver to sign him in and bring his 'crap to his room' he took only a small backpack himself. In it was some CDs his phone, computer and a small stash of weed to sell throughout the year, also a porn mag and his mother's wedding band. He kicked in the door to room 12 lazily and flopped down on the bed by the window. He didn't even bother to look and see if his roommate was in yet.
 
Ariel Cross





Watching as the Quarters came in, Ariel checked their names all off of the list, watching them with passive curiosity. Dima was as jingly as ever with her collection of key chains, and her two siblings followed. Ariel wasn't well acquainted enough with them to feel that greeting them would be anything but awkward, so she kept quiet, sticking to solely observing. She was, as always, a tadge jealous of Sophia's hair, but then who wasn't?


Following them, a new girl entered, her shoulders drawn back, looking fiercely like she could take on anything. Call it intuition or gut instinct, but Ariel liked her already; more than that, she recognised her. Having looked over the list of new students arriving that year, and having memorised their names and faces, she was able to identify the girl as none other than Elsa Newman, the chosen student of the new and currently rather controversial 'second chance scholarship' scheme. Ariel herself was impartial to the scheme, and cared only that the students they chose were worth it. Judging by Elsa's body language, Ariel felt that they'd made the right choice.


Motioning for the girl to come over, Ariel popped the lid off of her pen and quickly made some annotations on a map print out, writing down directions to the dormitories and how to then get to her first lesson.


Oscar Wakefield





Half an hour later, Oscar finally arrived at the school gates. Inside, he didn't bother with the cheesy meet-and-greet help desk, already feeling a foul mood settling in. Dealing with someone commenting on his drenched acceptance form might push things over the edge for him, and besides, he could find his own way around.


It wasn't difficult, all he had to do was follow the flow of male students as they all gradually made their way over to the boys' dormitories. His own room he discovered to be located on the third floor, the number twenty mounted in Gothic gold letters on the front of the door. He didn't bother knocking - who the fuck knocks? - instead just barging in, scowling somewhat as he did so.


He must have been quite the sight, stood moodily in the door way, soaked to the bone like a drowned cat. Completely out of place amongst the other students, who were dressed up like they expecting royalty or some other bollocks to come visit, he looked like he'd just crawled out of a skip, wearing the contents of it. The nicest thing he owned and wore was the hoodie (stolen) which was tragically emblazoned with the words 'PUSSY STAR' in gold block capitals across the front. Needless to say, he hadn't paused to read it when he'd nicked it.


Oscar remained standing in the doorway for a moment, looking over at his room mate, before entering, kicking the door closed behind him. He threw his rucksack down on the unoccupied bed, tugged the hoodie off and tossed it off to join his bag, not caring that his white under shirt had turned see-through from the rain, and he then collapsed theatrically onto his bedsheets, falling face first and slumping into them. Holy shit. He hadn't known that beds could be this comfy. An executive decision was made that he was never moving from this bed again. He had found nirvana.


Dez Dante





Bidding Alent goodbye outside his ground floor room, the pair of them having already checked in, Dez made his way up to his own room. He personally was looking forward to meeting his room mate for a multitude of reasons. Room mates were great; if they were horrendous, you could bitch about them to people, if they were a neat freak, you'd never have to lift a finger to tidy up, and if they were gorgeous, you could sleep with them. In his eyes, room mates were a win-win situation. Plus, if they were especially gorgeous, he'd be the proud winner a delicious drink. What wasn't to love?


Upon opening the door to room twelve, he found he was not disappointed. Lying sprawled on the window bed was none other than Ben Carlton, the school's resident blonde dreamboat and athletic star. True, Dez wasn't particularly well acquainted with him; they moved in entirely different circles, Ben being far too 'nice' to brush shoulders with the sort that Dez talked to, but still. Exciting new opportunities to get to know new people and all that.


Dumping his messenger bag down onto what would now be his bed, Dez smiled his best smile in Ben's direction. Beat that, Alent. "Finally, a room mate who's actually cute," he said, his voice half teasing, half serious. Might as well test the waters, he figured. Best way to judge a boy's character, he'd found, was to flirt with them. Their brains either went to their nether regions or their 'no homo alarm bells' and thus it had the advantage of tending to catch them off guard.


Alent Fuoco





Alent entered his own room to find it devoid of people, his room mate still absent. Shrugging, he kept his bag slung over his shoulder, going over to the window. He didn't really care which bed he had, but he knew that some people could be weirdly particular about it, so he figured he'd wait until his room mate arrived and let them choose. All he really had left to do was wait and pray he wasn't going to be a drink in debt to Dez, and that the mysterious room mate would be sufficiently attractive. It was a rather shallow game to say the least, but in the moment of agreement it had seemed funny rather than stupid. Curse Dez and his magic powers of persuasion.


Pulling up a chair beside the window, Alent fished his drawing equipment out of his carry on bag and settled down with his notepad and watercolours, doodling whatever the hell came to mind.


Lorel Nightingale





On a zombie slaughtering spree, Lorel wondered absently if she ought to do something to prepare for her room mate... screw it, finding her like this wasn't the worst first impression in the world. With any luck, they'd be into gaming too, and Lorel would finally find a gaming partner other than her pothead of a brother. Not that she didn't love him with all her heart, but he had the slowest reaction speed in the world, and always ended up getting killed on multiplayer mode.





Having a rare moment of self-consciousness, she tugged up the straps of her tank top so they actually sat on her shoulders like they were supposed to, and straightened her back, assuming a more proper sitting position. This was why she disliked the beginning of the year, too much fuss and too many nerves.


Her mood brightened considerably however when she achieved her new high score, the end screen of the level congratulating her in a red horror font dripping with blood. Cackling to herself, she pulled out her mobile and texted the score to her brother, the words 'beat that' attached to the end. At least even if her room mate turned out to be a drag, she'd still have him to appreciate zombie slaying with.


Blade Summers





Why, why did they always put her on the third floor?


Shaking her head to herself, Blade carefully manoeuvred her wheelchair into the single lift that occupied the dormitory building, the task taking a good couple of minutes thanks to the fact that her wheelchair was only a centimetre or so narrower than the door space. Every morning and evening, she could do over and over again. Lucky, lucky, lucky.


God help her, or she'd end up murdering someone before the week was out.


Eventually she made it in, and was transported up the third floor. Getting out was the same bundle of fun all over again, and by the time she reached room 22 she was muttering death threats to the elevator under her breath. Entering, she quickly claimed the window bed, having a deep, burning need to be able to watch the sports played out on the field beyond whenever possible. On bad days, when movement wasn't all that easy, watching the various P.E. lessons from her window were what got her through it. She could at least then pretend she was playing too.


Moving her suitcase down onto the floor, she popped open the lid and began unpacking her stuff. She set up her Ipod in the docking station, and within the first five minutes the soothing melodies of 'Anarchy in the UK' filled the room, Blade reciting the words along to the song with ease.
 
Elsa


Elsa nodded at the girl who had given her the map and took the stairs up to the second floor and found her room. She opened the door and found a roommate already sitting on the bed farthest from the window.


"Hi, I'm Elsa...." She said plopping her bag at the bed near the window. She was glad her roommates preference with the bed matched to hers, as she would rather be the one at the window. She removed her things and set up slowly, she didn't have much. Just a old blue quilt and some pillows. She put her clothes away and looked up at her roommate.


"What are you doing?" She asked looking at the screen confused, having grown up in group homes she had never even been able to pick what she wanted from the TV let alone play games.


Neal


Neal gave Ariel a nod and headed to his room on the first floor. He didn't knock but opened the door to find his roomate was there and had not yet set up. He took the opportunity to snag the bed away from the window. Not that he minded the window but this was a first floor room and he wasn't dumb. Plus people peeped in the windows all the time and Neal didn't like glare on his laptop.


"Alent right?" he said turning to his roommate after his bag had been deposited and claimed. "I'm Neal." He held out his hand. He didn't mention the drawing, he knew what it was like to keep it personal with art. He didn't want to be rude.


Soph


Sophia did the appropriate hair flip in the lobby, she had just gotten her dye refreshed and hair cut. She got in the elevator and gave a flouncy wave to her sis and brother.


"See you on the third floor!" she cooed and waved to them and the freshman. She clicked her heels slowly as she headed down her hall sizing up the people in it. When she found her room she heard the music. She pushed open her door and stared down the girl in there. Oh no this was not going to go well.


"Oh my god. Turn that the Fuck off." She grabbed the ipod and unplugged it. Seeing her roommate had already claimed the bed by the window she sighed deeply. She plopped her pink duffel on the bed that was now hers.


Dima (( 90 % of the stuff she unpacks I own so I linked it))


Dima found her room alright her roommate was here but not HERE. She took a peek at her bag and guessed it was Ariel. That was good with her Ariel wouldn't mess with her or be an ass. She set up her


books and bed, her comforter was white with patterned spots on it. In addition she had several pillows and some throws. As well as the Gloomy Bear Teddy that had been a gift from Soph as a joke but she loved anyways. She curled her legs under her and pulled out her postcards. She collected them and


always put them up in her dorm. She had over 200 and they were all sorts of different things, from art to pictures to movie posters. She began the slow task of collaging them up onto the wall.


Ben ((I apologize and do not agree with what Ben says))


Ben popped up when his roommate came in and said the thing about him being cute. "Uhhhh dude what the Fuck is wrong with you? You aint a I'm uncultured are you? because if you are we are gonna have a problem here." Ben stood up to show off his full height. He knew that he was hot and he knew that the gays in this school would love to assfuck him but that was not his game. He couldn't room with a I'm uncultured! People would think they were fucking.
 
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Lorel





Looking over the fresh meat - sorry, new room mate - Lorel appraised her for a moment before breaking into a crooked grin. "Just kicking some Zombie butt. Care to join me in my victory?" She asked, fishing out the spare controller from her game bag and holding it out in offer to Elsa. As far as she could tell, the girl seemed fine, not too noisy, capable of using the English language. That was really all she looked for in a room mate, thus she at least was satisfied. Hopefully her gaming habits or general mannerisms weren't going to cause any disputes, and they could get along just fine. "And I'm Lorel by the way. So, uh, 's cool to meet you roomie." She tried her best to look friendly, which came out as a somewhat goofy smile, before she remembered the crisps. Scooping up the bowl, she held it out along with the controller. "I bring edible offerings."


Alent





Looking up from doodling when Neal came in, Alent set his stuff aside and smiled, taking the offered hand and shaking it, not used to that level of formality, but finding it almost endearing nonetheless. "Hey, yeah, that's me. You're the brother of the Quarters twins, aren't you?" He'd seen Neal around school and a couple of times around the art block, and was glad for the familiar face. Especially since it was a familiar, conveniently attractive face that would no doubt win him the bet; not that he cared about winning the bet or anything but... you know, it seemed stupid to pass up the opportunity for a free drink. All he had to do now was ensure Dez and Neal never got within five feet of one another, and everything should be just fine.


Dropping Neal's hand after shaking it, he put his stuff down on the unclaimed bed and gave the window beside it a fond glare. Oh bottom floor windows, you. He gave it an affectionate pat, and made a silent plea that some idiot would be mad enough to swallow expensive jewellery or something to make the duty of vomit-cleaner bearable. Following this, he also then dragged the bed back slightly so that he wouldn't find himself awakened at night by someone vomiting on him. Eurgh. That had not been a pleasant experience.


Blade ((They're going to be the very best of friends, I can just feel it))


Blade was content just muddling along, listening to her soothing music, when lo and behold, Sophia Quarters came bursting in. Not that Blade couldn't appreciate the fantastic dye job on her hair, but if there was one person at the school who seemed to be her polar opposite, it was Miss Sophia Quarters. She did little to change this impression when she dared defile the Sex Pistols, ripping them from their rightful place on the Ipod docking station throne.


"Well excuse you," Blade said huffily, retrieving her ipod and stroking it lovingly, cradling it to her chest. "There is such a thing as asking nicely in this world you know, roomie. Doesn't kill to have manners." Doing her very best to resist the urge to pout, Blade wheeled around to finish unpacking her stuff, her various band posters strewn across her bed, waiting for her to pin them up. "It's a real pleasure to meet you too."


Ariel





With everyone save the scholarship student ticked off the list, Ariel was freed from her duties to go unpack herself. She arrived to find Dima already settled, her bed the perfect picture of comfort - albeit that bear was kind of... creepy - and littered with postcards. "Hi," Ariel said in greeting upon entering, closing the door behind her and making her way over to her bags, unzipping them. She worked methodically, first putting away her clothes, before working on decking out her bed in simple white bed sheets. Glancing back at Dima, she felt it necessary to make conversation, given how they were going to be rooming together for the next year. "What are the postcards for?" She asked, admittedly curious, since it was an impressive collection, numbering well over a hundred.


Dez ((These two, however, I feel are going to be even better friends. Ben is, after all, such a nice boy.))


Ah.


Such luck. A boy who knew just how to spout Dez's favourite compliments. "Woah there resident redneck, calm your man tits," Dez said, maintaining perfectly an air of casual disinterest as he ignored Ben and his aggressive advance, instead focusing on unpacking. "Cute you may be, but tall, fair, and homophobic has never really been my type, so you can quit worrying about your precious innocence, of which I'm sure you have plenty." He tried valiantly to cover a smile, but it was far from easy. This was the perfect combination. Gorgeous and homophobic. Now he could bitch about him and win a bet as well. At least Alent would certainly get a laugh out of it, and the year was no doubt going to be far from boring.


Deep down, he knew he shouldn't push Ben any further. One poke had clearly awoken the dragon, so irritating it further was just plain cruel. Still, the one thing he could never resist was an angry homophobe. "So, what's your policy on bringing boys back to the dorm?" He asked airily, waving his hand about in the most effeminate manner possible. True, he was milking it a bit, putting his other hand on his hip and tossing his hair back, ticking all the stereotype boxes, but he figured if he was going to test the boundaries he might as well do it properly. "Because I'm fine if you want to do it, providing you keep the noise down, yeah? Or girls, that's cool too, I'm not prejudiced."


Oscar





Having done his best to become at one with the bed, his body feeling like it could well melt into the mattress, Oscar titled his head up, re-examining his room mate. The kid was kind of cute in a dweeby sort of way, all loose clothing and bookish. It was more than he'd been expecting, having anticipated some flawlessly groomed rich boy with immaculate teeth, perfect hair, and who sat drinking whiskey and smoking money. His room mate, whoever they were, gave off a slightly weird vibe, but seemed relatively normal in the inflated ego and superiority complex department.


Smiling in satisfaction with his findings, Oscar propped his head up on one hand, still studying the boy before him. Hmm. Ought he to toy with him? He was supposed to be making a fresh start and all that crap here, and really, getting into a fight with his roomie seemed like a bad start. Not to mention the kid looked like he might snap in half if he so much as touched him. Even Oscar had his boundaries, however obscure and changeable they were. "That's a sweet-ass book," he said, a Cheshire cat grin spreading across his lips as he nodded in the direction of Red Dragon. "You're not into cannibalism though, I'd hope? The biting people part I could live with." Stretching himself out on the bed, he added another hand to help hold his head up and looked the boy over again. "Oscar, FYI. Heads up, I don't do nicknames. Last person to call me O-man died, so I'd steer clear of it."
 
Elsa


Elsa hesitated. She took one of the offered chips and smiled. "I'm gonna settle in and then watch, I've never played a video game before but maybe I can learn?" Elsa decided she would at least try to be normal. She took a bite of the offered chip and sat down on the bed and pulled her suitcase up with her and began to fold the clothes into neat little piles while keeping an eye and Lorel's.... whatever was happening. It seemed very violent, and if Elsa was honest with herself she really wasn't a big fan of blood. It was one of the only reasons her arms were bare of little scars, she thought in a characteristically morbid moment. "Are all video games this.. um... bloody?"


Neal


Neal laughed at Alent dragging his bed back.


"Sorry man. Dima was in bottom last year and she told me stories. Did you know someone actually shit in her window? Apparently it was one of Soph's exes and thought it was Hers." He laughed and unzipped his bag and began to pull out his pills. Ugh, another roommate another person to look at him and then his pills and then be all like 'Dude do you have an STD?' why was John even still in school? He was always SO HIGH. Anyways, new roommate = less pot so that was good. He stuck the pills on a shelf and gave Alent a side glance. He cleared his throat before speaking again. "I uh have two blood diseases... They aren't.. You know Contagious." He bit his lip pulling out his simple comforter, pillows and coin banks, Neal collected coin banks. It was a habit fro childhood where he would hoard all the change and cash he was given. He still did, never really spent any of it from before really so he collected them out of necessity.


Soph ((OMG Besties do I smell a makeover?)) ((Sophia is such a bitch. I love it. I am not a bitch in realife I am more like Dima Neal and Elsa all together) )


Soph narrowed her eyes and grabbed the ipod again this time holding it above her head. Soph was an average height, about 5 foot 5 inches, that was of course before the six inch spike heels that she had made it her mission to make her signature this year.


"Listen here slut. You might think that I'm gonna give you a break because your legs crapped out before you had a chance to be a track star or whatever the fuck your sob story is. But No, here's how this is gonna go; This is my, room. You can put up your little stupid rock posters, and fuck what do I care? Play your shitty music when I am NOT here, and you will not disturb the dorm because I am a good neighbor, so you will play your music at a reasonable volume. And I will come and go as I fucking please. I will bring girls, boys, and everything in between, I will come home drunk and you won't say a fucking word. Because if you do. Your life will be full of broken elevators and people putting tire spikes and shit on the ramps, and ooh I could get Victoria Vaus to dump your lunch tray everyday of the week. Your life will be hell with a capital H. Do you understand? I don't think you do. I am Sophia Quarters and I. Own. You." She dropped the ipod and watched it flutter the the floor. "ops."


Dima


"Oh," Dima smiled. "I collect them to decorate my walls! They put everything on postcards and they're cheap, like a dollar at the most. I have one from everywhere I have every been and then some that I just liked." She pulled one from the pile. "This is my favorite, It's By the Artist James Jean I got a whole set of a hundred in a little shop in Maine. Anyways this it Maze II in graphite."


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She held out the card proudly. The picture was surrealist as all of James Jean was, it was of a little girl whose hair was cabbage, she was eating a lollypop that was actually a maze. it sounded very odd put that way but it was a beautiful drawing.


Ben ((What a Nice boy, I love how we are both in on the joke with Nice boy, without having to say anything.))


"If you have your gay ass-sex in here I will go to headmaster Renner and say that you tried to touch me. I'm a very good actor, and have a very good lawyer." He turned sharply and began to set up his room. Mostly pinning up sorts banners and laying out his deep blue and very hetero comforter. He threw all his clothes in the drawer and shoved the weed stash under the underwear drawer. He placed the condoms though it full view. He held them up to his roommate after taking them out last after the whirlwind of a set up. "These. Are. mine." He placed them at the head of the bed. He flopped down and took out his laptop which was covered in stickers that said things like 'Quick-silver' and 'rip-curl' as well as the famous Nike slogan 'just do it' though it wasn't official Nike merch and was printed above a picture of a condom.


Tommy (Okay short, I am dead tired and Tommy is hard to write. I wanted to give you something.))


Tommy was trying really hard not to twitch. "I don't... eat... people.... or bite. I just...." Tommy bit at his lip. "Tommy...." He said keeping his eyes on the unfortunate hoodie. "It's nice to meet you Oscar." He said as if reciting a rehearsed speech. He curled up even further into himself.
 
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Lorel





"I would be honoured to teach you, young padawan," Lorel said cheerfully, more than a little overjoyed to find her new room mate willing to learn. She could definitely work with this. Trying not to get too absorbed in the slash and bash of the various zombies, she kept one eye on Elsa. The neat little piles she made with her clothes were kind of endearing, and Lorel was glad to have a tidy room mate. She wasn't a neat freak herself, but she appreciated a room mate who wasn't going to litter the room with their crap. Plus Elsa was willing to eat crisps and bunk on her bed with her. Lorel didn't say anything, because that would be kind of weird, but she approved very highly of this new room mate of hers.


"Mine tend to be. I'm not an axe-murderer or anything, just got a bunch of older brothers. They raised me to appreciate the value of a good slaughtering." She could tell that Elsa didn't seem quite as taken by the mass-murdering of Zombies as she was, and thus paused the game. She fished out what games she had brought with her from her bag, leafing through them. "Urgh... The Wolf Among Us is a little less of a gore-fest, although you do beat a hell of a lot of people up, but they all mostly deserve it. I don't know, how long do we have until someone's going to expect us for first lesson?" She asked, trying to find her phone to check the time, which had unhelpfully gone AWAL.


Alent ((This 'John' you speak of sounds like a babe. A stoned, asshole babe. I'm highly expectant of someone else encountering him again in this RP, if only because I can't practically hear the elongated 'Duuuuuuude' of his voice calling our names xD ))


"Oh great, thanks for making me feel so much better about the window bed," Alent said with a laugh, shivering a little at the idea of being shat on by someone. Just to be safe, he dragged his bed back a little further. "Thankfully my non-existent romantic history should protect me from the more cultured members of our school." He then set about unpacking, his bed sheets pretty unremarkable, and most of his possessions consisted of a ridiculous amount of art junk and pretentious books.


Glancing back over his shoulder at Neal's remark about his conditions, Alent looked over his collection of pills before smiling softly. It was pretty obvious that Neal, whilst pleasantly open about what they were for, was nervous about his reaction. "Didn't assume they were. Besides, as a Twilight vampire rather than a real vampire, I wasn't intending on drinking your blood anyway so all is well." He then tried to switch the conversation focus, in case Neal didn't want to say anything further on the matter. "That is an impressive amount of coin banks. Saving for anything?"


Blade ((Oooh, then they can braid each other's hair and talk about cute boys, girls, & everything inbetween!)) ((Also, omg, I LOVE bitchy characters. They make the roleplay world go round :P )) ((Also, Sophia Quarters. Hell in heels does not even BEGIN to do you justice. Queen bitch of the year *applauds*)) ((And to think I was worried about Sophia and Ariel going head to head.)) ((I mean I knew Blade had guts, but I never knew she was going to end up doing this.)) ((Apologies in advance))


Oh no she fucking didn't. Screw Hell, this was War with a capital 'W'. Blade might be little Miss crapped-out-legs-before-she-could-be-a-track-star, but that did not mean she was going to take this bullshit lying down. She was going to take it sitting down, and with as much burning fury as she liked.


Smiling sweetly at Sophia, she bent down, retrieved her Ipod, and then looked back up at the Queen Bitch. Seven years in the school drama club paid off as she did her best impersonation of a broken-hearted cripple, even managing to bring tears to her eyes. "I'm sorry," she mumbled forlornly, turning around in her wheelchair to face away from Sophia, sounding as if she were sobbing. She then took a hold of her wheels, and with as much force as possible, slammed her wheelchair back into Sophia's legs. "But I don't do being owned."


Wheeling back round to face Sophia, quite prepared to punch her if it came down to it, she knew that she had to stake her claim now, or the rest of the year would consist of her being bossed about by the Queen Bee. Internally, she was terrified; who wouldn't be? She knew the dangers of making this girl her enemy - who hadn't heard the stories? - but fuck this bitch if she didn't think Blade would fight back. "You bring whoever the fuck you want back, that's cool by me. My music ruins your life? Fine, I won't play it whilst you're here. I get it, sometimes the Sex Pistols are too much pure awesome for people to handle. But you ever try fucking treating me like dirt again, and I will return the favour. I'm the tragic sob story, remember? This school's show of political correctness and understanding of the handicapped. They installed those damn ramps so I could come here. Fuck with me and I will go crying to whomever I please and get you thrown out. You know, ever since Glee started airing, people aren't so loving of people who fuck with a poor, tearful cripple." On perfect cue, she broke down into tears, hunching over. "And Sophia Quarters has just been so mean." she said thickly, in between her cries. Then the tears dried as quickly as they'd come, and Blade gave Hell in Heels a sweet smile. "So, how about we both agree to disagree, and be friends? Or at the very least, find an emotional and spiritual place where you don't touch my beautiful Ipod."


Ariel ((0___0 DUDE)) ((DUDE)) ((JAMES JEAN THO)) ((ONLY ONE OF MY TOP THREE ARTISTS)) ((*Achievement unlocked: Ultimate fan-mode)) ((Dima, you have won my eternal respect and adoration))


Taking the card carefully, Ariel looked the picture over. It was... weird. She'd never been that great at art herself, certainly not drawing anyway, but she could appreciate the skill behind the work. The shading was beautiful, as was the drawing. There was something... unnerving about it though, and Ariel couldn't look away for a couple of seconds. "Why a cabbage?" She asked, handing it back, still unsure what she thought of it. The style was gorgeous, but the mood of it wouldn't leave her alone.


Dez ((Eheehee)) ((Dat heterosexual comforter)) ((It is only attracted to comforters of the opposite gender))


Honestly, Dez wasn't sure if he was pissed off or amused. This boy was just so... so... straight. It kind of gave off the over-compensating vibe, if he was going to be honest. "Tried to touch you? You and I both know it would get so much further than just tried." He was definitely pushing it here, but homophobes - and now potential closet cases - just induced the urge to flirt. No doubt the threatened court case would succeed, Dez hardly had a clean history or a good public image.


Sighing, because god dammit this room mate was going to be jail bait in the teasing department, Dez took a little more care with unpacking his things. He didn't have much, more clothes than anything else. It was the one stereotype he indulged freely, and quite cheerfully enjoyed, thank you very much. Thank god he was rich though, or his wallet would never be able to keep up with his tastes. Suit jackets, expensive shirts, and waistcoats were pretty much his staple items, and he relished in the ability to be well-dressed. Their quantity was perhaps a bit excessive, however, and he only just managed to fit them into the space provided.


"Relax jail bait, I brought plenty of my own anyway," he said, rolling his eyes at Ben's condom collection. "Not that I don't appreciate you informing me that you are a supporter of safe sex. Very noble of you. Jolly well done."


Oscar ((Well thank ye for something :3))


Yeah. Messing with this kid was definitely going to prove a temptation. He seemed perfect for it, but at the same time, already so messed with. Oscar prefered the ones who had more confidence, something he could break. Looked like someone had already done that job for him with this kid. "Nice t'meet you too, Tommy," Oscar replied, affecting a posh accent. He couldn't think of the last time someone had told him it was nice to meet him.


Noticing Tommy's line of sight, eyeing the hoodie, Oscar grinned wickedly. "Yeah, it speaks the truth. But forgive the threads, they're not mine. Or, more, they weren't. Someone else's bad taste, not mine. Although you can relax; I only nick shit from assholes who deserve it, so, you seem pretty safe." Rolling onto his back, he looked up at the ceiling. Might as well ask. "So, what's your deal? Autistic? 'Cause my best friend was, so that's cool. OCD as fuck too. Legit stabbed me in the hand once when I messed up his stuff. I just think it's a smart idea to know, so I can be prepared and all."


 
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((It is so late some of these are light I love my job but fuck it's a JOB and takes work))


Elsa


Elsa smiled, "We need to be at orientation lunch at noon." Elsa said finishing with the clothes and sitting crossed legged on her own bed with the map. "I actually think I'm gonna explore for a bit before that... I mean we have all year to play?" Elsa was antsy to see the grounds and find a spot to be alone. She liked her new roommate okay but she knew that Lorel was the type to stay in the dorm and Elsa really needed to be alone at times. She stood and made sure the clothes were all in their proper drawers before heading towards the door. "I um... I'll see you at the lunch ... thing?" She said awkwardly. It was a bit of a sudden exit, but she wanted to get to know this place like the back of her hand, and she needed to do that while the people were all in their dorms. Plus today had been a lot. She needed time to herself to absorb.


Neal


Neal looked down at the banks.


"Oh, no I'm a cash hoarder." He smiled, glad that Alent hadn't needed to know EVERYTHING about his illnesses. "I keep bits of change and whatever my parents give me in cash and have ever since I was like... 8? So I started to collect out of necessity. Plus..." Neal held up a turtle bank next to his face. "They're cute." He grinned began to set them up on a shelf above his bed. "It's sorta a family thing. Dima has postcards, I have cash and banks. Soph has... People she has crushed beneath her heel and our mom collects stamps, dad has snow globes. And Uncle teddy collects restraining orders!"


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Oh my god. Soph stood slowly her face in perfect peaceful bitch pose. "But you are dirt, and you won't even know how dirty you are until I'm done with you. I walk on dirt." Her face stayed dead on, at least now this person knew what she had done. Having sufficiently warned her she needed with a snappy comment "Sex pistols? Does your vagina even work anymore?" She pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows she sashayed over to her side and slipped out of her heels. Saying nothing. She UN-zipped her bag and set it down. She began to file her clothes away in a efficient and perfect manner. She turned around. "Don't you Ever. EVER, think you have the upper hand. I don't play that way." Sophia then began to ball her eyes out and ran from the room, mussing her hair on the way out and even pulling at her dress so it looked grabbed at.


"It' not my fault! I'm sorry!"


Ben


Ben stood promptly, "Fuck off you little I'm uncultured" He pushed open the door, when a blonde young girl with pink hair literally ran into him crying. Ben held out his hands awkwardly.


"It's not my fault! My legs work!" She grabbed onto his shirt and began to sob her mascara was drowning her face in black.


"Oh, uh, hey there, umm Sophie? Soph right? Are you okay?" He put on a bright smile, this day just got better. Sophia fucking Quarters had run into his arms.


"She- She's trying- to- I don't know-" Sophia sobbed, "She attacked me! With her wheelchair!"


"Who- Was it that Dyke-wheelie little punk?"


"Victoria" She sobbed. "My roommate." People were coming in from the other rooms now.


((I'm so fucking tired. this is all for now))
 
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Tommy


Tommy looked back up to his roommate -Oscar he had to call him Oscar. He blinked once, then again and answered slowly, carefully. "I don't really officially have anything." It wasn't UN-true he hadn't ever been diagnosed with anything, and he had been to multiple therapists but he tested different then Autistic kids did, though he had a a lot of the same mannerisms. Someone had once said that he had a empathy disorder Tommy wasn't so sure what that meant but it seemed right. Sometimes people had these waves and it was like he picked them up and they moved him. Like he was a buoy and other people were the ocean. "Except for occasional minor anxiety and depression. . . " He added seeing as that was a techinacl diagnoses.


Dima ((OMG I LOVE JAMES JEAN we are twins.))


"Hmm I'm not sure why cabbage, I guess he was hungry? or maybe it's to add to the surrealism, like she's not quite human you know?" Dima tapped Maze II onto the wall carefully and started to collage. "So you're student council or something?" She waved her hands about vaguely. That was when the noise started. And it started with the frantic yet perfectly rythmic clicking of six inch heels above them. "Shit." Dima said picking up her phone to text Neal


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Lorel





"Sure," Lorel said with a shrug, unbothered by the sudden exit. It would have been cool to game with someone on the first day, but like Elsa had said, they had all year. Plus, either way she was better than the last room mate, who had cheerfully thrown her game discs out of the freaking window last year. True, Lorel had muttered 'Die criminal scum' to the screen perhaps one too many times, but still, it seemed a little excessive. "See yah at the lunch thing. Have fun exploring and shit." She then took the game off pause, turning the the volume in an attempt to ignore the sound of high heels clacking against the floor, and some people who were getting all shouty and whiny one the first day.


Alent





"That's a pretty neat family quirk," Alent said, laughing at the comment about Sophia and the aforementioned Uncle Teddy. "Very nice of Sophia not to forget her fallen foes." Just as he spoke, the sound of heels storming across the floorboards sounded from one of the upper floors, following which Neal received a text. "I'm going to hazard a wild guess and say Sophia's the one who sounds like she's on a rampage?" He guessed, judging by Neal's expression and logic. If anyone was going to get into a rage on the first day, it would be Sophia Quarters.


Blade





Well… cock. Apparently things couldn't just end on a peace-making note. Huffing, Blade had no doubt that if she left things as they were, she'd be in some serious shit. People would come soon enough to investigate and glare at her for apparently attacking their precious queen bee, and if left how they were, things would look rather suspicious on her front.


Fuck it. Dignity wasn't worth losing this fight.


Slipping out of the wheelchair onto the floor, tipping it over with her, she sprawled out dramatically across the floor. As Sophia had done, she ran a hand through her hair to mess it, and then turned on the waterworks, clutching at her sides and wiggling about like a pathetic, helpless little cripple. Failing legs, don't fail me now.


Sure enough people quickly came to the room door to glare at her, but finding her disarmed and dethroned, collapsed on the floor, their glares faltered and they just started looking confused, unsure of who they were supposed to be blaming now. "She just went mad," Blade whispered in a raspy, injured voice. Blade would have grinned at the small levelling of the playing field, had it not been a sure fire way to guarantee her loss. Instead she turned up the crying to mask any sniggers, and made a wonderfully theatrical show out of grasping for her chair, milking the moment a little, but doing a good job of wooing her assembled audience as they all looked between one another guiltily, wondering which on of them should go and help her out.


Dez





Dyke-Wheelie little punk? Oh. Ben must be referring to Blade. Dez knew her around, they even talked occasionally. Was Dyke-wheelie really the best nickname Ben could manage for her? Hmm. Clearly, as his new roommate, Dez would have to take it upon himself to train him to come up with better nicknames, and better insults. The girl wasn't even a lesbian, Dez was pretty damn sure of that. Still, there were more important things to focus on than his future career as a teacher.


Leaning out of the doorway, Dez glanced over the situation to see what was going on. The second he recognised Sophia Quarters he knew it would be more trouble than it was worth. He had nothing against her personally, it was just that fire and destruction - however metaphorical - seemed to follow her wherever she went. Getting involved only ended up getting you burned.


Ariel ((Ikr? I love his drawings, but his paintings. *melts* What's your fav piece(s) by him?))


"Student Council president," Ariel said, looking up at the ceiling as the thunder of heels clacked across it. "Which is why I should probably go check out whatever is going on up there." Glancing back at Dima, she guessed she knew the perpetrator - which narrowed it down to Neal or Sophia, and since Ariel was pretty sure Neal had yet to wear heels to school, identified Sophia as the cause - and thus that she'd probably go see what was happening too.


Leaving the room behind, she took the stairs to the third floor, arriving to find Sophia sobbing into Ben's arms, and someone howling melodramatically in one of the rooms. Ariel didn't need the details to know it was a classic girl-on-girl fight, and given that Sophia was involved, it was hardly surprising either. "Don't you all have rooms to be setting up?" Ariel said, quite calm, standing at the back of the assembled crowd. Various individuals turned around to look at her with mild disinterest, before they recognised who it was. It proved helpful to have the authority to assign detention to people when the crowd scattered, most leaving slowly, lingering as they muttered and gossiped amongst themselves.


Moving into the space the departed crowd left behind, Ariel looked over the weeping Sophia, and then glanced in the direction that the dramatic cries were coming from. "Do you think you two could keep the noise down, please?" She asked, careful to keep her tone civil and polite. She'd really rather not piss off Sophia Quarters, or deal with anymore wailing and tears. At the same time, sort out whatever this was seemed like a good plan too, otherwise there'd doubtlessly be repeats. Sophia wasn't known for being the kind to let a grudge go, at least not until that grudge was on the verge of begging for death, and even then Ariel was sceptical they'd be released.


Oscar (Well popsicles. Turns out Tommy is one of those people who brings out Oscar's… curious side. I apologise in advance to Tommy. Anyone but you would probably have been fine. Except Ben. He probably would have assaulted Ben.)


Huh. Oscar had thought that autism was at least a given with this guy. Then again, it was a pretty easy label to misuse. Still, in some ways he was glad his new roomie hadn't turned out to be as simple as that; a mystery was much, much more fun. And really, what was more fun than playing at being an amateur psychologist? Misusing Pop psychology was all the rage nowadays.


"Well, thanks for sharing," Oscar said, nearly going with sharing is caring but even he drew the line somewhere.


Looking the kid over, he chewed his bottom lip. He'd get nowhere in his investigation if he just hung back. Might as well push some buttons.


Hefting himself up from the warm bliss of his bed, he crossed the room and plopped himself down on Tommy's. "So, when you get these minor bouts of anxiety and depression, am I going to have to wrestle razors away from you, or are you just going to be a real downer for a couple days?" He asked, studying Tommy's actions and mannerisms, curious. It was a good kind of curious. Good for him - fun, even - less good for Tommy. Earning Oscar's curiosity rarely turned out well for anyone. No doubt it would make someone like this uncomfortable, push all the wrong buttons, make him squirm a little. Oscar did well to hide a smile at that idea.
 
Elsa


Elsa found her way to the roof via the stairs. She crossed her legs and looked out over the school, it was a small complex, with the dorms, a courtyard, sports arena and a few fields, and the main school building. The main courtyard was the center and everything branched off of it like a spider web or the spokes of a wheel. All of the classes were in that one building, she looked at the map and found that the nurse's office was on the first floor of the dorms. That would be good to know. She also had passed a common area on her way to her dorm, where she had signed in. She traced out the outlines of the buildings with her finger and sighed. Second chance?


Neal


Neal sighed.


"Yeah. I'm sure her roommate is... god they should really have learned and either given her a single or let her room with Dima." He tapped at the screen of his phone.


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Neal laughed at Dima's reply and looked up at Alent. "Yeah it was her, whatever though she can handle herself. Trust me." He set his phone down and began to fix up the rest of the banks. "Oh that reminds me. I should get your number."


Ben & Soph (My fav pieces like all???? I love birdcage, Maze I & II, smoke signals, The saytr for prada... uh the black dogs one... ALL the portirts... I don't know all the name xD )


"Now hold on...." Ben trailed off into the yelling. Sophia grabbed tighter to him.


"My shins..." She reached a hand down and touched the just now forming bruise on her flawless skin. Inside she was ice cold. That little BITCH this was gonna look bad for her if she didn't turn it around. The girl was in a wheelchair. Ben looked down at the bruise. He looked over at Ariel.


"You.... should maybe let her go to the nurse?" he said rubbing at the small of Sophia's back, she leaned into it. "I'll take her." He said firmly. Sophia whipped her eyes, make-up smearing across her face.


"Th-Thank you." This little bitch didn't know that Sophia Quarters didn't mess around. She played for keeps, and played a long game.


Dima


Dima shrugged and continued with her cards. She knew that Ariel had to try, even though she was pretty sure they both knew how Sophia was. She glanced at Neal's text and sent back her response. She hummed for a minute as she put the final touches on her wall for the moment. She had lots more cards left but she had other things to get set up with and the rest would have to wait. She bounced off the bed and took a look at her handy work. It looked good so far. That was the great thing about this collection, when she put them up they always looked different. She then took a look at her schedule as she began to fold, she had the lunch today then tomrow she had music first period, then English, lunch and math, then history. She nodded, that was a good first day in her mind, she didn't even mind the Math though most people would, she was not amazing at Math but not bad. . .


Tommy


Tommy slid over to keep the needed eighteen inches of personal space. "No, no razors...." He didn't even have to lie. Tommy had never really harmed himself before... sure he had thought about it but a quick firm pinch the tender fleshy area above his groin told him all he needed to know. Yes he was real. That's all he ever really needed to know. Was he real? yes or no? when he confirmed he was real he was fine. He bit his lip...


"I talk in my sleep sometimes even walk." He said, "So don't... freak out."


I also hallucinate about murder and rape


is what he left unsaid.
 
Alent





Alent laughed at Neal's comment. "Oh, trust me, I don't doubt that she can handle herself. I've heard the battle stories," he said, smiling to himself and shaking his head. He could never be someone like Sophia, he just didn't have it in him, but in a way he admired her for being able to be so blunt about everything that bothered her.


Retrieving his phone from his back, he booted it up and found his own number in his contacts. "Taadaa," Ariel said, handing it to Neal to note down. "Just text me or whatever and I'll add yours. Just please, please don't text me 'I am your worst nightmare'. It took Dez two months to actually tell me who he was when I gave him mine. I was genuinely terrified." He went about finishing organising his stuff, checking his watch and noting that they didn't have all that long until they were due at lunch. Smiling to himself, he was glad his roommate seemed so sane and actually nice, but was eager to see if he'd won the bet- again, not because he cared or anything.


The cafeteria did do some seriously delicious drinks though.


Oscar





Oscar raised an eyebrow, half in surprise, half out of delight. Oh, sleepwalking? Now that could be fun to play with. What was it they said about such things? Never wake someone who was sleepwalking. Certainly he wouldn't wake Tommy if that was the doctor's advise. That didn't mean he couldn't have some fun with it though.


Smiling to himself, Oscar noted how Tommy moved away from him and focused on moving closer slowly, seeing if he could get away with it, testing the boundaries. "Well, thanks for the heads up," he said quietly. "I appreciate it." He watched Tommy, biting down on the inside of his lower lip slightly to hard so that he cut it, drawing blood.


He lingered for a moment, then sprung up from the bed, returning to his own. He grabbed his few belongs from inside his bag, scattered them across his bed, and then packed them as swiftly as possible, bored by the task before he started it but fuck it, it was something to do whilst he contemplate his possibilities with Tommy.


Ariel





Ariel knew there was more to it than that; no one was stupid enough to attack Sophia quarters without a damn good reason, but she also knew she could say nothing without getting called out herself. "If you're hurt, the nurse is a good idea," she said slowly, nodding her head. How could she sort this out as peacefully as possible? she disliked the idea of letting her switch rooms, since it let her get away with the stunt, but it would probably be best and easiest for everyone. "Would you like me to request a room change? Maybe then you can both restart the year on a more… positive note?"


Dez (ugh, those ones are so gorgeous :3 and I know what you mean, I think I love everything he's done :P )


Dear god. What is Ben brought Sophia Quarters back to the room? Ben he could handle, but Ben coupled with Sophia? Dez really didn't want to piss her off, not when he was planning on laying low and just living out the school year in piece. He was pretty sure she wasn't homophobic, considering certain things he'd heard, but at the same time if Ben bitched about him to her, she could well crush him.


Fuuuuuck. Mentally cursing himself for acting too soon, Dez returned to sorting out his things in a bit of a sulk, morbidly contemplating his own death. He checked the time to lunch, counting down the minutes before he could escape to cry to Alent about how unfair life was and such. A year with Ben was certainly going to be more dangerous than he'd first anticipated; and that was acknowledging the potential law suit.


Blade





Finally returning to her chair, struggling into it as theatrically as possible, Blade sat and listened to what was happening. Curse her wheelchair for leaving a bruise! She needed to acquire some herself to level the playing field, but it was difficult now that she had witnesses. Hmm… bruises were one thing, but blood, blood was a whole new level.


The things she did not to spend the year getting food dumped on her.


Gritting her teeth and holding her nerve, she bit down hard on the inside of her cheek. She then covered her hand with her mouth, acting as if she were crying, and swabbed some of the garnered blood onto the nail of her thumb. With delicate care to go unseen by the audience, she went about scratching this onto her neck, cheek, and forearm, trying her best to make it look as if she had been scratched by Sophia's talons. She then awaited the final verdict of whether or not Sophia would leave the room, and hopefully her, alone for the rest of the year.


Lorel





It was kind of quiet without Elsa in the room, not that she had been loud but the company had been appreciated all the same. It wasn't as if Lorel was unused to it, but still. Sighing quietly now she was alone, Lorel continued mindlessly slashing zombies to smithereens for a while before she got bored, saving and switching the whole thing off. Collapsing back on the bed, she grumbled to herself and tried to think of a way to amuse herself without a room mate present.


No way was she going to be one of those people who stayed in their room and moped. Rolling out of bed, she grabbed a jacket and wandered outside, heading over to check out the new developments the school had carried out over the summer on the school's gymnasium, whistling the theme tune to Skyrim to herself as she walked.


 
Neal


Neal laughed,


"Dez? is he your... boyfriend?" Neal wasn't dumb, despite the startlingly large LGBT population of this school he knew which ones were gay, he himself being pan with a preference for tall boys thought it was his job to know. He picked up his phone and text-ed Alent, the simple words.


"I am not your worst nightmare" he stood up from his bed stretched and did a once over of his side of the room. Satisfied he turned to Alent, still waiting for an answer.


Tommy


Tommy bit his lip too. "I uh- okay." He stood and went to the door stopping before leaving completely and poking his head back around to look at his roomie. "I'm going to go to lunch, it starts in like...." He checked the clock "... 20 minutes..." He closed the door gently yet firmly behind him and headed down the hall. This year he didn't have the best roommate, but he didn't actually seem evil... not really... Tommy wondered if he should have pushed the matter when his aunt suggested he request a single.


Soph & Ben


Sophia took a step back, not literately. She knew how to up-play and then down-play, a real thing had up and downs, if she was going to be genuine she had to play it that way. Most would go one way... But in times of true crisis people went all directions.


"No, no... I don't want any trouble, I don't need the nurse...." Yes she did her shins really fucking hurt bitch "... I just, I want to try okay?" Sophia gave the smile that had won her the crown at a beauty pageant when she was 8 before she decided that it wasn't worth the time. "I want to make more friends." She stood of her own accord and gave Ben a very lingering hug, doing her best to look small she gave Ariel a quick hug, "Thanks for coming so fast." She pulled back to look at her, holding her at arms length, "You have my vote and full support if you run for re-election this year." She gave Dez a wave where he was making himself scarce and headed back to the room, where her roommate had been putting on a show of her own. She turned to the audience, "Excuse me but Victoria and I still have to set up..." She shut the door softly. "You have blood on your neck, If you were trying to make it looked like I scratched you you need to do more than smear."
 
Alent (Neal, are you perhaps trying to make reference to the fact that none of our character seemed to have ticked the straight box? :P )


Checking his phone when it bleeped, laughing at the comment and texting back a quick 'thanks :P ' he saved Neals number to he phone and then shook his head, grinning. "Just best friend, thank god," he said with a laugh in his voice, smiling out of gratitude. He knew that, despite the fact that the school seemed impressively capable of attracting LGBT individuals, there was still a litter of homophobes spread amongst it. Ben Carlton he knew to be one of them, he'd over head comments he'd made and thanked god that he hadn't been forced to room with him. He quite liked not being insulted and/or beat up every other minute, thank you very much. The fact that Neal was cool with it was much appreciated, and though Alent didn't want to say it aloud, he smiled all the same in thanks. "You wanna head down to lunch together? We've only got a couple minutes till it starts."


Oscar


"Okay, bye honey," Oscar said with another Cheshire cat grin and a wave as Tommy left. He was slightly disappointed that he'd scared his bundle of fun of a roommate off, but no matter. They had the whole year to become acquainted with one another's eccentricities, and besides, Oscar had the rest of the school to meet and greet too. No doubt some of them would be more deserving of his curiosity than Tommy, who hadn't seemed a bad person, just a fucked up one. Call it a hero complex or whatever, but Oscar liked to focus his less charming qualities on those who were 'bad', or what he perceived as bad; they tended to be caught off guard more by someone toying back with them.


Humming to himself, he finished packing and then found another hoodie amongst his stuff, a brown tattered one that zipped up at the front. It smelt faintly like home - never a good thing - but at least it didn't read PUSSY STAR on the front. Oscar didn't want too make too big of an impression yet; let him get his bearings and then play around. People were always more fun when caught by surprise. Zipping the hoodie up, he looked around his swanky new home once more, grinning to himself at having actually escaped, and then began the wander down to the lunch room, still humming a self-composed melody.


Blade


"Thought it was worth a shot," Blade said with a shrug, carefully moving out of the way of hell in high heels. She was well aware that she hadn't won that battle, but felt she could have lost it a lot more badly too. She knew that from here on out, shit was only going to get worse. She didn't want to spend the year watching her back, being tormented by hell's minions and such. Hell, who would?


Acknowledging her own defeat, she knew she had to try and make some kind of peace here, anything that could help save her sorry ass. "It was inspired by your own dramatic flare, so thanks for that I guess." Wheeling to straighten up, Blade faced Sophia whilst she herself went about unpacking the last of her things, aware that they were due elsewhere soon. "Look, I'm sorry my music pissed you off, and I'm sorry that we got started with more drama than I needed for the whole year. I'm also sorry I managed to give you such an impressive bruise," hell, look at that thing, wheelchairs were deadlier than she'd first given them credit for, "because yeah, violence is shitty. I don't want to fight you, and I'm well aware that should you chose to, you could make this year hell on earth to me. I could probably fight back, inconvenience you a bit and so on. Either way, it's going to be messy. Can we agree to call a truce, and I vow to be the most splendid room mate the world ever did see? Hell, I'll even agree to wear headphones as I listen to my- did you call it vagina-breaking music? Something like that. Because if we're getting locked up in here together, I don't want to fight you. We've both got better things to do."


Ariel


Winning votes had been the last thing on her mind, but still, she was glad Sophia was throwing out the positive sentiments. That could have gone much, much worse. Now it was the room mates problem, and so long as it didn't get out of control, Ariel was happy. Sighing, she gave Ben a brief look over before returning to her own room, finding Dima had put up her display. Wow. "They look good like that, when they're all up together," she said, in a manner that sounded casual although she had intended it to be a compliment. She herself was nearly done packing. She possessed no surplus items of sentiment or decoration; The problem was she could never find anything of that sort that she actually wanted. It was thus fortunate that Dima seemed more then equipped to spruce up their living quarters. "Shall we head over to lunch?" She asked, looking round at Dima, checking her watch. "We haven't long before it starts."


Dez


"Ben, my darling heterosexual," Dez said, looking round at his room mate once the queen bitch was gone, "I think you just got rejected." With all of his things unpacked, he left the room behind, clapping Ben on the shoulder as he passed. "Better luck next time mate." And thus he left, hands in his pockets, to go and visit the welcoming lunch with everyone else.
 
Neal (maybeeeeeee)


Neal nodded "Yeah, let's go or there will be no food OR seats, plus I should see if I can find my sisters, see if Soph has murdered.... again." He went to the door and opened it sticking his head out into the hall. There were students filtering from their almost set up rooms to the cafe chatting and waving to old friends shooting weary looks to others they weren't so friendly with. Neal took a deep showy breath, "Smell that friend? That is boarding school."


Soph


Sophia raised an eyebrow at Blade, the girl had guts. And yeah her dye job was decent. Soph respected anyone who would even attempt to play ball with her. She turned around.


"I asked a question, actually, I asked if your pussy still works, can you orgasm.." Sophia gasped "Do you shit when you like? do I have to worry about you shitting the bed? pissing the bed? I am NOT washing piss off of your sorry ass in the middle of the night." She snorted. She straightened up "Fine, you are OK for now. Don't even try to fuck with me wheels. Don't. Fucking. Try."


Ben


"I am not your darling. If, you weren't cared of pussy you would now that was not a rejection, it wasn't a yes, it was a maybe that will become a yes. You are going to get to hear a women orgasm... I'm uncultured." Ben straightened up and left the room swiftly to scope ut the new girls in the cafe.


Dima, Tommy and Elsa


Tommy made his way slowly down to the cafe, watching the people and deciding who he had to stay away from and who he may actually attempt to speak to. He saw a very blonde young girl, heading down acting similar, watching the people and keeping her eyes down. He made eye contact and they both turned away. Entering the cafe at the same time they went off to different corners.


"Yeah, let's." Dima said popping up next to Ariel. "Did my sister like attack someone? or what? do I need to worry about people attempting to desecrate o me again? because to tell you the truth, I did not enjoy that, and my roomie could have kinder about it."


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Blade





"I orgasm just fine thanks, and please, the shitting the bed routine is saved for other people's beds when you really want to piss them off. Blame it on your condition and you get of scott free, easy peasy," Blade said dryly, brushing aside the insult. Play nice, she warned herself. "No fucking with you, okay, got it. Oh, and it's Blade by the way. I mean, you could call me Victoria, but then I'd feel like I'd have to start wearing underskirts and corsets, and trust me, it's not pretty trying to see someone in a wheelchair put that shit on." Plus it induced the serious urge to start yet another fight, which, she told herself, she was not going to do. She'd somehow formed a fragile peace with hell in heels, and she really didn't need another taste of what being without that was.


With her stuff unpacked, she knew she ought to get going or she'd never reach lunch in time - not with those godforsaken elevators god damn them - thus she opened the door and then wheeled herself out, glancing back at Sophia. "See you later I guess," she said, trying to be as friendly as possible. Wheeling off, she went to go deal with the satanic creation the school called an elevator, off to the super fun lunch thing.


Ariel





"Someone-?" she cut herself off. It was probably better not to ask... "She and her room mate seemed to have gotten off to a bad start, I think it was Victoria, judging by the claim she attacked Sophia with her wheelchair. Your sister declined a room change though so." Ariel shrugged, it seemed a problem best left to its own devices until anything got out of control. Which she really, really hoped it wouldn't...


Dismissing the issue for now, Ariel accompanied Dima to lunch. She wasn't really prone to small talk, and disliked the expectation for it, but made an effort for her new room mate. "You don't seem much like your sister," Ariel observed, glancing over at Dima. "If that's not rude to say."


Dez (Ben scouting out da babes is possibly the most single-handedly amusing thing in the world *dies from his 'straightness'*)


"Oh my," Dez said quietly under his breath in response to Ben's witty comeback, "a woman orgasm? However will I cope?" He considered telling Ben that he was just as inclined towards the female members of their species as he was the males, and everything in between, but where was the fun in that? It seemed a much more entertaining idea do preform a demonstration. After all, what was it his English teacher always said? Show don't tell. And who was Dez to decline bad advice?


Making his way down to the food hall, he spotted the back of a familiar red head, walking beside a less familiar, but nonetheless recognisable head of dark hair. God damn him, Dez muttered mentally to himself. Neal? Neal Quarters? And I thought I was set with Ben. Still... no bad thing. I'll just have to be a responsible best friend and befriend Alent's room mate. If anything, it's my duty to do so.


Moving stealthily, Dez stepped up beside Alent and walked just out of his line of vision, grinning to himself. Glancing over at Neal, he was still trying to decide which one of them had won. "Where are your manners, Alent? Aren't you going to introduce me to your new room mate?" He said, snickering when he successfully made Alent jump.


Alent





"Perhaps she'll be kind enough to bring the body to the hall, and kill everyone else's appetites. Then we won't have to worry about the good food going," Alent mused with a half smile, feeling oddly talkative. He normally wasn't all that conversational, save with Dez and a couple others. All he really had to do was pray that Dez never, ever met them when they were together, and he'd be safe from the inevitable ribbing he'd get for it. Unfortunately for Alent, just as he began responding to Neal's joke with more than just a laugh, the rule speak (or in this case think) of the devil and he shall appear came all too true.


"Jesus Christ Dez," Alent said, trying to pretend he hadn't just made some weird verbal mewling noise in response to being jumped. "I thought we'd agreed you were never going that again?"


"I'm still waiting for my introduction," Dez said, dismissing his perfectly legitimate claim. The vow of never-jumping had been made several times, and broken just as many. Honestly, Alent wasn't sure why he bothered any more. Besides, he was far more concerned by the interest Dez was showing in Neal. He at least had the common decency not to salivate, or look Neal over like a piece of meat, but Alent knew him well enough to recognise that kind of interest.


Giving Dez a look which clearly said you promised you wouldn't sleep with this one, Alent sighed and gestured to Neal. "Neal, this is Dez, the asshole I was telling you about. Dez, this is Neal, a decent human being who doesn't jump people. Please try and learn from him and his ways."


Oscar & Lorel





Finding the cafeteria just fine, Oscar left Tommy alone for now; they had plenty of time together up ahead. He was more interested in the rest of the student population.


Just look at them. In their ridiculously expensive clothes and with all their rich kid-ness. He couldn't quite place what set them apart, it seemed like something in the way they held themselves. A sense of entitlement about the way they held their shoulders, confidence in the angle of their jaws. The way they treated things as surplus. And dear lord the smell of their food was like nothing Oscar had ever been exposed to before - save that one time he managed to bag a job in a fancy restaurant, but he didn't like to talk about that. Not when trying to maintain his appetite anyway -.


There was one guy who was 'babe scouting' in the worlds least subtle way. It was really kind of entertaining. Oscar almost felt like he should have worn the PUSSY STAR hoodie, just to fit in with this guy.


Lorel, meanwhile, had successfully finished drooling over the new and improved gym, and had wandered back to the lunch hall like everyone else. She grabbed a lunch tray, not bothering with hellos to people, not out of coldness, but rather because she knew how fast the good food in this place went. She'd do the usual 'hey how was your summer?' bullshit once she'd eaten.
 
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Soph


Sophia Rolled her eyes at pretty much everything that was said. She waved as 'Blade' left, even managed to make it look less sarcastic then she felt. She touched up her makeup before heading down to the hall to rejoin her siblings. Despite the fact that she was pretty well known in the school she really didn't have any really good friends. Actually she would go so far as to say she didn't have friends, maybe because she didn't trust anyone but her family. Sure she had people she partied with people she slept with people she made fun of. People she got to follow her around and worship her, people she made carry her shit. People who were her scapegoats, but friends? No why did she need those she had a twin!


Dima & Neal


Dima laughed. "More, exasperated. We may look a like but we may be exact opposites. I love her, I mean really I wouldn't have her any other way but she just...." Dima moved her nose off to the side and scrunched up her lips, gesturing vaguely. "ya ' know?" she said to end the train wreck of an explanation. "She's not so bad, she just.. She's bigger than the world." Dima spotted Neal and pointed "I'll be right back." she said making her way to her brother.


Neal peeked around from Alent to look at Dez. Ohhhh myyyyy. He was quite attractive. "Hi. I'm Neal, as stated and-


"HUG ATTACK" Dima pounced grabbing Neal round the waist. Neal didn't even flinch. This was standard greeting between all the siblings, he just continued his sentence with a alternate ending.


"annnnnd my parasite is Dima, my sister, not by birth that is an urban legend." he said referring to the fact most thought everyone in the family was related due to the shared blue eyes. It was his mission to end this. Not that he needed everyone to know why..


"Webble boptive uz ewaz pal be" Dima mumbled from her place in Neal's armpit.


"Yes. Webble boptive uz ewaz pal be. Exactly." Neal said giving the other two a look.


Dima let go.


"We adopted him because he was a pale baby" She took a glance at Dez, was that Neal's roommate?


Elsa & Tommy & Ben. (this is an update on them they aren't really involved at the moment so it's sorta eh)


Elsa and Tommy got their food and quietly sat together in the corner. Not speaking or making eye contact. Ben got his food and found a blonde and a redhead to sit with. One arm around each as they giggled, freshman always made a good first day fuck.
 
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