Realistic or Modern WestHaven University (IC)

[keeruh]

 

[Anne Boolean]

Tomas Anderson​

Well, today was the day. It seemed almost unbelievable when Tomas made his decision and like this day would never come, but here he was in California. Even his parents were surprised at his decision. Before this, he had always talked about commuting to the local community college and then going to the nearest state school. This would be the first time he would be away from home for more than spending a night at a friend's house or spending a weekend with his cousins. On top of that, he would be more than a couple thousand miles away. Tomas's folks were apprehensive, but he was able to convince them by boasting about WestHaven's incredible comp sci program. Now, here they were, helping him lug the different parts of his computer set up to his dorm room. The comp sci program was indeed a draw from this place for the eighteen year old, but he would be lying if he said he didn't have any ulterior motives. Truthfully, he was also here for love. Not to find it, but rather to rekindle it, unbeknownst to his parents, of course.

The moving in process was grueling, especially in the late summer California heat, but when Tomas was all moved in, it seemed as if it ended too soon. It felt way too early to be hugging his parents goodbye and promising them that he would call every night. He felt a lump in his throat as he looked out the dorm room window and saw the rental car they came in drive off. Only when he had a moment by himself did he realize just how exhausted he was.

The brunet let out a sigh and took a seat on the previously stripped dorm room bed he had chosen. Despite the temperature, as usual, he had worn a button down, jeans, and a sweatshirt to keep his body covered up as much as possible. Whenever questioned about it, his go to was he didn't feel that warm anyway, though that wouldn't be viable in this weather. Tomas's fallback was always he just really enjoyed being warm, which earned him some weird looks, but usually was a satisfactory answer. Besides, he would much rather get weird looks from people because they think he's strange on the inside as opposed to strange on the outside.

He was alone for now, and considered maybe taking off his sweatshirt or loosening a few buttons on his shirt, but once he caught sight of himself in the mirror that he had put up, that idea instantly perished. Instead, Tomas opted to blast the air conditioning which he was fortunate enough to have gotten with his room. Once the cold air started circulating and he felt his body cool down, he took one last look around his side of the room to make sure everything was set up properly.

His bad had some simple white sheets and a black blanket on it, and in terms of decorations the walls were bare. He had brought a decent-sized TV and a stand for it which also housed a few consoles though, which boasted enough personality for him. What was probably most impressive though was the computer he had set up on his desk. He had two monitors (though he would have preferred three), a light-up keyboard, and a powerful desktop. It was the one he used back when he was in Ohio, so if he ever got homesick, he would at least have some part of his life back there.

After making sure everything was in place, Tomas's eyes then drifted to the dorm room door. What kind of person would his roommate be? Would they be able to get along? The possibilities were honestly anxiety-inducing. Yet the idea of meeting someone who he could be good friends with was exciting.

 

[Pipsqueak]

scroll

Camila Rey

mood

Relieved / Tired

Mentions/ Interaction

keeruh

location

Dorm room

interactions

interactions here

tags

tags here

It was true what they said,

family only goes as far as blood. Camila wasn't one to complain about that aspect of her life- Not that she had anyone to complain to. She was simply happy to be back on campus after visiting her parents back in Washington for the holidays. It hadn't been a big reunion, just a few shared hugs and strained sentiments before bunking in her room for the rest of the time. Since her initial parting, they hadn't been on good terms anyways. Every visit after that came not with excitement and joyous tears but with anxiety and awkward interactions. Camila's relief to be in a dorm again was saddening but justifiable. She had spent her trip back convincing herself that everything would be okay, just keep family matters to the back of her mind. So far, as she rolled her suitcase out of her little grey car and stared across the crowded campus, it was proving to be pretty easy.

"Okay... Riley Hall, room 217." Slipping the paper she had received in the mail from her backpack, she skimmed the information about the dorms once more before setting off to go find her building. This was her second year on campus, and she was quite familiar with the layout. However, a request had been made to switch dorms this year after her disaster of a roommate and herself had quite the falling out, and no matter how much she committed this place to memory she always had to double check the information. Her new roommate, some girl named Venice, would not see her as a bumbling fool on their first meeting- Camila simply refused it.

Slipping past some of the gossiping students that had decided to camp on the sidewalk, she took a deep breath before strolling up to a large grey building just opposite of the old theater. A plaque just to the left read Riley Hall, announcing she had come to the right place. Grabbing her student I.D. that hung lightly around her neck, she scanned herself in and walked quickly inside. Despite being a sophomore and working in the financial aid building, she had never actually been in here. It was similar to the Halls she had been in, complete with a studying area, a lounge and even a small community kitchen. There was even talk that Riley Hall in particular was haunted. Camila wasn't exactly a skeptic, but she hadn't hopped on that bandwagon either. It did make for an interesting conversation nonetheless.

Finding the room wasn't too hard, although it had been quite a walk to get there. It never ceased to amaze her just how big these buildings were. Using the key she had gotten from the the woman downstairs, Camila let herself in with shaking hands. Unlike the hallways and community center, the actual rooms were small. She had been expecting to see her new roommate face to face, but it didn't seem like anyone was in yet. Camila breathed a sigh of relief before picking the bed on the left and plopping herself down with a groan. The trip back had taken a lot out of her, and her first order of business was to get some rest before classes started. Her lack of personal belongings would have to be addressed later. She felt her body sink slowly into the thin mattress with little resistance, and in a matter of minutes she had fallen asleep.

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[keeruh]

Kaedon Harris

the poet

dorm

content

black t-shirt and jeans

interactions

none

Kaedon had never thought he'd end up in America, much less live there. The US of A was like a fairytale to him, a grand place filled with color, and sound, and culture. For as long as he can remember, each night before bed his mother would sit down next to him and tell him elaborate, wickedly comedic and heartbreakingly beautiful stories about her time in New York City. She'd only visited for two months, but it was enough to make her fall in love with the place.

He supposed his infatuation with the country could be considered misplaced or absurd to its native citizens--they had told him that visiting Italy, his home country, was on every American's bucket list--but he couldn't deny it's simple charm. From the moment he'd landed at the airport in Las Angeles, just four hours earlier, he'd known exactly what his mother had meant. California was lovely, at least from what he'd seen thus far, though it had might as well be on another planet when compared to his home in Florence. The towering palm trees, absurd amount of buildings that seemed to reach the clouds and elaborately dressed people of all shapes, sizes and colors were all foreign to Kaedon and he reveled in it. It didn't hurt that this was his parents' dream for him as well. Especially now that his dad was sick.

Now, Kaedon stood in front of the door to what he hoped was his dorm room (Riley Hall, room 504), orientation paperwork held in his hand. He'd have to attend the New Student Meeting later, but for now it was time to unpack. And...meet his roommate. The only info Kaedon had on the guy was his name--Julian Löfgren--and he was more nervous to meet him than he cared to admit. Kaedon had never been the social type, and now he'd be living with someone he'd never met, in a different country than where he'd grown up.

None of that mattered.

Life was all about trying new things, and not being afraid of the unknown. His father had taught him that, and it was a message that Kaedon tried his hardest to abide by with everything he did. The greatest stories didn't tell tales of people too hindered by their own anxieties to truly live, they told tales of heroic, brave human beings who weren't afraid to step out of their comfort zone, who made the world a better place. And that was what he would do.

Make the world a better place.

He hoped.

After he stood here for a few more minutes, that is. You know, just to prepare himself. Then he'd go in. Besides, it wasn't like Julian had arrived yet anyways.

Coward.

coded by natasha.

 

[VargasLagola]

@julle​

julian löfgren​

excited

riley hall, room 504

yellow hoodie & jeans

none

kaedon

keeruh

The other side of the pond, Sweden to the States, from Stockholm to Los Angeles, 8875 kilometers from home. A new chapter in Julian's life was about to begin, empty pages ready to be written, stories about his life at University.
It all felt like a dream to him, never in a million years would he have thought that America was going to become his new home. This was something many kids in Sweden talked about, how they were going to move to the States and live the so called American Dream. Most of the time it was a lot of talk and no action. The last duo people imagined actually following through was most likely the poor Löfgren siblings, yet, here they were.
Their parents Björn and Annika could not have been more proud of the youngsters, finally they could get a fresh start, no rumours or reputations following them. To Julian, this was step one in getting his life together, there was no way in hell he was going to fuck this up.

With the windows rolled down and a lit cigarette in his mouth, Julian entered WestHaven's campus in his beloved Volvo 240. From his car the 80's hit song Burning Down the House could be heard, signaling the arrival of the Löfgrens. Julian greeted anyone he could with a half assed smile and a nod, looking for a place to park his car. Eventually he asked his sister to go and find someone responsible to help them out. With the engine still running Julian put out his cigarette on the side of the car, waiting for Love to come back with answers.
In the meantime, he looked across the campus and began daydreaming about life at WestHaven. Was it going to be just like in the movies? He sure hoped so, to some extent at least. Balancing school and partying wasn't one of his best abilities.
The daydreaming was suddenly interrupted by Love tossing a handful of paper on to his lap.
"Riley Hall... ...who the fuck is Kaedon?" Julian mumbled to himself as he drove towards the dormitories.

He parked his car just outside Riley Hall as he and Love had brought a lot of stuff that had to be carried inside. Looking at the building Julian could easily see this as his new home the following years to come.
Confused, Julian tried to find his way around the dormitory to Room 504. The halls were full of people just like him, trying to find their way around campus. After a couple of minutes of walking around he came closer to his room number until he eventually stood in front of it.
Eager to see the room he put the key in and almost slammed the door open to find another person inside.
Julian jumped up in the air as he screamed, his pulse at a maximum.
"God, you scared the shit out of me. You must be Kaedon..."
He said, crouched over as he tried to catch his breath from the scare.
Not exactly how Julian wanted to start things off with his roomie.

º º ... code by ditto ... º º

 

[.sheep.wolf.]

Blitz Vaern

This is it. College.. Again. Well, last year he went to a public college on the small scale. It didn't fit him very well. Now he's at WestHaven, a prestigious and very nice college. All he could hope for was a little good luck. Blitz took a deep breath, and looked out the window of the uber he had called for. He watched as the buildings and palm trees flew by. It seemed to had happen just as fast as the trees flew by. He just happened across the college, and then he was applying to get in, and got accepted. Now he's on his way to the college. Time really flew. He was snapped out of his thoughts by the driver, "We've arrived" He said, and Blitz sighed. He nodded, and climbed out of the car. He had a duffel bag and a smaller suitcase with him, and the rest should have been shipped hopefully. The boxes, if properly shipped, would be in his bedroom. And then he remembered he'd have a roommate.

He groaned inwardly. A roommate? Who knows who it'll be? What if they hate his entire.. look and personality. Blitz shook his head, sighing. "No need to worry, I'm sure they'll be just fine" He told himself, as he looked up at the towering college grounds. "Here we go. This is it!" He thought, heading to where he could get his room information and everything. "Thank you! Have a nice day!" He told the lady who was helping everyone, and once he was out of the way, he looked at the paper. "Tomas, huh? Well, you seem nice to me right now.." His thoughts drifted as he headed to the room. He didn't bring too much with him, but to some it seems like a lot.

In total, he brought a computer setup, a massive collection of makeup and other items for his classes and everything, and he brought his gaming stuff (There is a small TV included in that) He told himself to stop stalling, and headed up to the room. Worst case scenario, was that they wouldn't get along. But Blitz isn't exactly one to tolerate that. It all seemed so new, but it filled him with excitement. Eventually he found his way to the dorm, and knocked before unlocking the door. He walked in, pushing the suitcase to make it roll into a wall, "Hello? New roommate?" He called out, wandering in. He glanced over, saw Tomas, and jumped dropping his duffel bag. "Jesus! I didn't see you, or hear you for that matter" He said, laughing a little, nervously.

He flopped the duffel bag to the side, and sighed with relief. The boxes were there! With a note. From his father? "Dear Blitz, your mother wanted me to drop off your boxes while I was in California. So here you go." Is all it said. He snorted, brows furrowed. He quickly changed expressions, and smiled at Tomas, "I'm Blitz Vaern, nice to meet you!" He said, pushing the suitcase with a foot over to his side. The tall bleach-blondie sighed, sitting down on his bed. He stretched out, "Man.. That was a long ride" He thought.

coded by: s e v e n ​

​

 

[VargasLagola]

@lovelofgren​

love löfgren​

nervous

dormitory

white shirt & jeans

none

none

none

Love had been looking forward to this day for months, it was finally time for her to leave Sweden and her old life behind. Even though Stockholm always will have a special place in her heart, the city comes with it's bad memories. The bullying, the cheating and all the lies. She's just very happy that she is not going through all of this alone, her brother is right beside her during the entire journey. He may make her more than upset many times, but she knows that he's there for her when it really matters. Love is terrified of meeting new people and especially moving in with a stranger, so having her brother right now is golden.
She can't stop thinking about her unknown roomie, how she hasn't got a clue about the person. For all she knows it could be another bully which frightens Love. She tried to go in to this with positive thoughts, nobody knows her yet, she's responsible for what people see in her now, not old rumors.

As Julian drove in to the campus Love slid further down the seat and covered her face to some extent.
"Gud, du är så jävla pinsam Julle..." (God, you are so fucking embarrassing Julle...)
She mumbled to Julian as she made sure to blend in with the car seat as much as possible.
Once her brother asked her to go get help she happily left the car and headed towards the reception to find someone responsible for this. As she strolled through the campus a feeling of joy came across her. It was time for Love to start over, from scratch, without anyone knowing about her past. This happiness almost felt foreign to her, she was finally going to be able to focus on herself and not on everyone else for once.
As the music from Julian's car got lower and lower she found her way to the reception, she wasn't alone in needing help to get around on her first day. After a couple of minutes she got help from a lovely employee at WestHaven who explained the following steps to her.
She walked back to her brother who seemed to be lost in his own thoughts as she threw all the papers on to his lap through the open window.

As Julian parked the car she got out of it and began to look around, trying to figure it all out. Outside of the dormitory there were people carrying boxes back and forth, kids, parents, you name it. Love got overwhelmed by all of the people just walking past her from right to left. It felt as if she was in a vast ocean, she even managed to lose her own brother in the crowd. In order to not panic she walked back to the car and sat on the hood. She knew her brother would be back any minute, if not, maybe someone would show up and help her? That's just her love-fantasies, most likely she'd have to wait for her brother to come back. It wasn't just her stuff in the trailer or in the car. As she waited for Julian she layed down on the hood and put her sunglasses down, watching up to the sunny sky.

º º ... code by ditto ... º º

 

[Anne Boolean]

Tomas Anderson​

Having taken a moment to relax, Tomas sat up once again on his bed. Only now had he noticed the boxes that were lining the other side of the dorm room. As he eyed them, he wondered what was in them. Clothes was the most obvious answer, but his anxious mind was filled with ideas of guns, drugs, or other illegal substances. He considered opening them but quickly perished the thought. He may end up being a witness to something he shouldn't have seen and then required to be killed off, after all. One thing did catch his eye: a note on one of the boxes. It read: "Dear Blitz, your mother wanted me to drop off your boxes while I was in California. So here you go."

So his roommate's name was Blitz. Tomas scowled. That was certainly a strange name. He considered whether it could be a nickname, but the tone of writing and the way the writer referred to the person's mom made the eighteen year old doubt that a friend of his roommate wrote that. It was probably an older relative, most likely his father.

And then, as if on cue, he heard a knock on the door. He quickly stumbled back onto his own bed, trying his best to make it seem as if he hadn't been snooping. He opened his mouth to invite the knocker in, but before he could, the person entered anyway. That's when he was left speechless by the man's appearance. Only when the other jumped upon seeing him was Tomas able to react.

"Oh, um... sorry about that," he said, letting out a small laugh of his own. He stood up to get closer to greet him, but the guy then went on to flop onto the free bed. Not before Tomas noticed how tall he was, though. "Nice to meet you," he said, moving back to take a seat on his own bed. "I'm Tomas Anderson. Guess we're stuck with each other for the next year, huh?" He gave another chuckle.

"I don't suppose it was longer than a four and a half hour plane ride?" he commented with a small smile when the other mentioned a long ride. "Oh, and I like your, uh... whole look..." He couldn't help but wonder whether what he had just said was offensive after he had uttered the words.

.sheep.wolf.