One on one

[WishTheWitch]

So, this is a one on one between me and candysorbai. Feel free to read you creepers. :3

[WishTheWitch]

Full Name: Samuel Tyson Millet


Aliases/Nicknames (if any): Sam (and Sammy to those who annoy him or have a death wish)

Age/Date of Birth: 21- September 9

Sexual Orientation/Gender Identity: Heterosexual

Race/Ethnicity: Caucasian

Height: 6'4'"

Build: He's built like a monsterstruck: muscular

Eyes: Golden brown

Hair: black

Clothes Style: anything black that will hopefully ward off anyone who tries to talk to him

Tattoos, Piercings, Marks, Scars, etc.: He has a tribal tattoo on his right arm that goes all the way up from his elbow to his shoulder and ends in a howling wolf. On his chest over his heart, he has a scar from a knife fight he got in when he was 19. He has both his ears pierced.

Appearance: See the picture.

Education: He's a Junior in college and VERY smart despite his appearance. He will be a vet one day.

Occupation(s): he works at an animal shelter

Past Occupation(s): Daycare (found out he hates children), animal shelters.

Special Abilities/Skills: He's great with animals.

Activities/Organizations: Works out

Hobbies: playing pool, working with animals, taking care of sick animals.

Likes: animals

Dislikes: humans

Serious Problems/Flaws/Addictions/Disorders/Disabilities: He smokes (like a pack a day smokes). He tends to get in fights, and he's gotten pretty damn good at it. He's also involved in a gang, but shooooooosh. That's a secret.

Place of birth or previous living environment: He lived with his mother. That's all he will ever reveal.

Now lives: In a dorm on campus

Lives with: Nobody at the moment.

Current Relationship Status: Single

Relationship History: He just got out of a nasty relationship where the girl cheated on him.

Family: He has his mother and that's all.

Other Biographical Remarks: Sam has had a rough childhood. His father was abusive, then his mother finally stood up to him and got a divorce and a restraining order when Sam was 10. His father managed to get the house and most of their money because he had a better lawyer, so that made it difficult for Sam's mother to make ends meet. The boy was left along a good portion of the time so his mother could work 3 jobs. It made for a very independent young man, but it also helped him to get in a good deal of trouble. He got busted for drugs once, as well as drinking under age, but he managed to talk his way out of too many charges. Then he got into the gang when he was 18 and has been in it since.

[WishTheWitch]

Sam sighed as he stepped out of the shower. Steam lingered in the shared bathroom down the hall from his dorm. He wasn't the only one in the shower at the moment, preparing to meet all the cute girls on campus. Of course, the tall, darkhaired boy couldn't care less about meeting cute girls. If anything, he'd rather just go read his biology books and ignore the world around him like any other day. Humans were awful creatures. He'd rather spend a day with dogs or cats at the shelter than interact with anything on two legs.

Drying off, he reached for his clothes only to realize he'd left them in the room on the bed. "s**t." Sam cursed to himself, frustrated that he'd have to either put his dirty clothes back on--which wasn't going to happen-- or walk down the hall in only a towel. Well, it wasn't like Sam was shy. He'd stripped at a party once. Yeah, too much Jameson. Never again. The meticulous boy took up the clothes he had just removed and folded them carefully, entirely too OCD for his own good. He then gathered all of his bath items like shampoo, loofa, soap, and razor and dried them off before putting them back in his shower bag.

Once he was positive that everything was as it should be, he tied the towel around his waist, gathered everything, and headed back to his dorm. When he got to the door, he paused in front of it, his keys in his hand, but... the door was already unlocked. Pushing the door open silently, he crept in, all too wary of who or what might be in the rooms. What he found made him halt. "Well, this is surprising." His deep voice rumbled, his eyebrows raised at the girl sitting on the couch. Sam hadn't been expecting to find a little thing like that in his dorm.

"You lost?" Sam inquired as he made his way into the room and went to the room on the right where he deposited his dirty clothes in his hamper and his shower back on its hook. He had told housing not to give him a roommate, so his first thought when he saw the girl sitting in the dorm was that she was lost. Of course, if he had been thinking right, he might have realized that he had locked the door before going to shower, which meant she had used a key to get in. Without bothering to put clothes on (because, let's face it, he isn't shy in any sense of the word), Sam walked from his room to the small kitchen area by the front door, opened the fridge and dug out a Monster. Nothing better than a shot of adrenaline after a nice hot shower.

Now, Sam wasn't some small little boy like most of the freshman on campus. No, he was a hulking man with a six pack that every boy and man alike was envious of. His skin glistened with droplets of water as he pushed his hair back off of his face, unconsciously showing off his biceps and tattoo as he did so. While he was attractive, Sam wasn't conceited like most people seemed to think he was. No, he was modest about his body, and preferred to cover it up with black, menacing clothes. But none of that would solve the problem of the little thing currently occupying his couch.

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Sam raised an eyebrow as the girl stumbled over her words. Was he really having that much of an affect on her? Jeez, she couldn't have gotten out much. Poor thing. College was going to be a rude awakening. Naked guys walking around, what a horror! Just wait until they were all drunk and hitting on her. Then she'd REALLY have a panic attack. "Sam. Just. Sam." The man snapped when she called him by his full name. Only his mother could call him Samuel, and even then, she usually called him Sammy out of habit from when he was a little boy.

"Okay, Alexial...?" Weird name. This little red tomato on his couch was introducing herself like he actually wanted to know who she was. He didn't. He wanted to know why she was here in his space when it SHOULD have been empty and quiet like he liked it. "Check in?" He inquired as he leaned on the counter with one hand. Taking a sip of his monster, he studied the situation. "Wait," suddenly, his brain put all of the pieces together, "You aren't my roommate, are you?" The anger in his voice was clear as he bolted upright, his scar over his chest and all of the ones on his torso glistening in the light with the sudden movement.

Sam wasn't supposed to have a roommate! He had told housing not to give him one, but if they had had to, then to give him a BOY. At the moment, Sam had no interest in having a girly roommate! Especially not a fragile little thing like the one on the couch who looked like she was about to pass out. Which, by the way, was a bit of a problem. "Nevermind, it's not important right now." Maybe the alleviation of pressure and his nakedness would calm her down. Leaving the room, he retreated to his side of the dorm to change into a pair of black jeans and a loose button down black shirt. "First things first, calm down." Sam ordered, not in the mood for any nonsense from the girl. He didn't feel like dealing with her if she passed out.

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Sam sighed heavily as the door shut behind the fragile little thing that was his roommate. The girl obviously had some issues to work out if she was getting this upset over just talking to her roommate. He could only imagine how hard it would be for her in classes and whatnot. If she had social anxiety, then she'd also have trouble making friends. "Damn," He muttered to himself, thinking that he might go after the poor girl. She'd done nothing to deserve his anger and, in truth, it hadn't been aimed at her persay. It was aimed at the housing department and their incompetence.

Normally, Sam wouldn't feel so bad about being mean to anyone-- even girls-- but this one... She was different. She was so fragile; she reminded the big man of a small puppy that's been abused its whole life. It has this unnatural fear of the world and lacks all of the spunk and happiness of other dogs its age. While Sam could be as cruel as anything to humans, he couldn't do so to any animal, which was probably why he was currently feeling bad about being mean to his new roommate. Alexia didn't remind him of a human, she remind him of a puppy.... that he'd just kicked.

"s**t." Sam rubbed his mouth, trying to think of a way to be nice to his new roommate to make up for his awful first impression... and for the panic attack that he'd managed to induce. It took him a few minutes to decide, but he finally got the idea of hot chocolate. Getting up, he grabbed his leather jacket and motorcycle helmet from his room and headed out, locking the door behind him. He just assumed that his new roommate had had her keys in her pocket, but he was wrong.

Going down the hall, he jogged out to his motorbike, his Ninja and his pride and joy. He had been working since he was in middle school to afford this sweet baby. And damn did he earn it. Jumping on it, he kickstarted the machine, then took off to a nearby convenience store. Using his Debit card, he purchased a kettle, two mugs, and a box of hot chocolate and tea. Maybe she didn't like hot chocolate? He also bought a bottle of Bailey's to put in his cup. Hey, don't judge. That s**t was good.

Once he had bought and paid for his items, he went back out to his bike, lifted the seat, and deposited his items into the compartment underneath. Once he'd gotten the items to fit, he once again headed back to the dorm, the kettle tucked under his arm since it wouldn't fit under his seat. It wasn't long before he was once again walking down the hall, his helmet under his leather-clad arm and the grocery bags in his other hand. When he rounded a corner, he watched as his roommate went up to their door and knocked.

"Forgot your key, didn't you?" Sam chuckled at the terrified and embarrassed look on her face. No doubt he wasn't meant to see it. "Silly girl." He chided softly and dug his own keys out to unlock the door. He propped the door open, waited for her to enter, then followed her inside, allowing the door to shut behind them. He let her go sit on the couch as he unpacked the kettle and two mugs, which he immediately washed with lots of soap and hot water. "So, I got some hot chocolate... Want a cup?" Sam asked a little awkwardly. He wasn't used to trying to apologize. Though, this was probably as close to it as he was going to get. The word 'sorry' would never come out of his mouth. Not directly anyways. "If you don't like it, I got some tea. I heard that helps calm people down... or something...." Frowning at his ineptness at conversation, he turned away from the girl on the couch and put the kettle full of water on the stove.

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Sam looked up at the girl when she said she'd like a cup of tea. Guess he had done a good job getting both. Setting the stove on high, he leaned against the counter and waited for the water to boil. "Do not thank me." He raised a hand to stop her. He didn't enjoy being thanked for this. It was his way of apologizing and he didn't much like the idea of her thanking him for doing something stupid. The way those innocent, round eyes looked at him, he felt like he was looking at a puppy.

It took a little while for the water to boil, but once it got started, it wasn't long before the pot was whistling. Taking it off of the stove, he turned to the two cups set on the counter. The one on the left was a soft pink with a raised yellow daisy on it and cute swirls. He had thought that it suited the girl very well. It was delicate, just like her; pale, just like her; and utterly annoying to Sam, just like her. Well, she wasn't nearly as bothersome as the pink cup, but that wasn't the point. The one on the right was black with small white skulls all over it. Perfect for the tall, dark man.

"Do not apologize. I was not angry at you." Sam started as he dipped her teabag into the hot water, then left it to pour the packet of hot chocolate powder into his own cup. Using a spoon, he stirred the liquid until it was properly mixed, then he pulled out his Bailey's and poured a good bit into it. "I don't suppose Bailey's a tea will taste any good. Want a bit of vodka?" He inquired, completely ignoring the comment about her moving out for the moment so he could reach to the top of the cabinet where a bottle of Sky vodka stood. He retrieved it and held it up for her to inspect. Alcohol was also a good way to calm down... or increase your problems. Maybe giving her Vodka was a bad idea.

Sam sighed and set the alcohol on the counter. "Do not worry about the housing arrangements." He hated having to kick such a small little thing like her out. Besides, if he did, then she might get a super creepy roommate who tried to get in her pants and.... No. Sam couldn't stand the thought of someone taking advantage of such a vulnerable puppy like Alexia. It just didn't sit well in his conscience... or what was left of it anyways.

[candysorbai]

✗~Alexial Cross Evers ~ ✗
Freshmen
there's this girl, and she writes poetry on her arms.
when people ask her why, she tells them it's so she never forgets.
but really she just wants other people to read her words and to tell her she's beautiful.
•●• ♡ •●• ♡ •●• ♡ •●• ♡ •●•

She watched as he prepared their beverages and added baileys to his. "Erm- cool cup" she said insincerely looking at the little pink thing probably designed for an 8 year old. She could admit that she was a bit fragile and shy, but she was 19 after all.

Nineteen years old. I guess he didn't know she was under 21, or for that matter, didn't care. She wasn't going to stop this from happening though. If there was one thing she learned from her uncle it was: if someone offers you alcohol or drugs, say thank you, because drugs and alcohol are expensive. "Yes please." she said perking up a bit and smirking at him.

She was no stranger to alcohol, or drugs either for that matter. Back in her home town she had been the subject of many deaths of loved ones and forgetting is one thing that Alexial needed to do. Also, when the deaths had become old scars, she had been forced to cut new ones. An abusive ex boyfriend had only added to her pains.

Self harm was another escape of hers. Scars had covered her upper thighs and lower stomach. Some were deeper than others, each with a different memory attached. Each a permanent solution to a deeper problem. She was so afraid to show them to anyone that she would always turn down trips to a pool party or beach trip. Its why she has been terrified of being intimate - well only one reason obviously.

When you are emotionally damaged, you will do just about anything to go numb. Her ex had caused her so many problems and to think they could just go away for a couple hours due to a couple pills, a blunt, a bottle, or a blade, was almost too much incentive to turn away. She knew much about the world of underage illegalities and was perfectly comfortable in them. As her thoughts began to wonder back to when she was dependent on such substances, her eyes seemed to sink further into sadness, becoming less soft, and more distant.

"Are you sure?" she focused back to Sam as he told her not to worry, trying to shake off her discomfort. She was better now, she had to be. It took so much to leave her brother - and cat - behind, but she felt like she had to. James had gotten really bad. Moving was her only way to escape it for good - hopefully. "I wouldn't mind moving, I didn't even unpack most of my stuff yet." she continued.

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Sam frowned at the girl's eagerness for the alcohol that he held in his hand. That kind of light in her eyes; he'd seen in before in one too many reflections. It was the familiar friend that allowed her to forget any pain she might be feeling. It was an escape, a way to flee from the horrid thing called reality. Based on the way this girl reacted to human interactions, she had probably endured some awful s**t in her life. It made him wary of giving her the vodka.

Just as he suspected, her stare grew distant, then sad. Yeah, no, alcohol was a bad idea. While she was staring off into space, he quietly reached up and put both bottles where she couldn't reach them even standing on the counter. He wouldn't have her getting into it while he wasn't here. That could possibly get him arrested. He didn't want her doing stupid s**t that might affect her grades.

When the girl turned her attention back to him, Sam was leaning on the counter, sipping on his cup. "Yeah, I'm sure. I don't want to be a d**k." That was a lie. Sam was always a p***k, especially to girls, but this one.... he just couldn't seem to muster the assery that he usually greeted everyone else with. Taking another sip of his cup, he meandered into the living room. "I've got stuff with my friends tonight that I need to take care of. Are you going to be okay here alone?"

[candysorbai]

✗~Alexial Cross Evers ~ ✗
Freshmen
there's this girl, and she writes poetry on her arms.
when people ask her why, she tells them it's so she never forgets.
but really she just wants other people to read her words and to tell her she's beautiful.
•●• ♡ •●• ♡ •●• ♡ •●• ♡ •●•

Alexial watched as Sam put back the bottles, obviously SUPER, unnecessarily high so she couldn't reach them. To be honest it was probably for the best. Booze should be utilized for celebration, not pain relief. She settled back on her heels and sipped at her scolding hot tea. He tongue was instantly burnt, so she pulled her cup away from her over-eager lips.

She followed at a safe distance as Sam wondered into the living room. He had his own things to do, just like every normal college student. Every college student except herself. She had no friends, no plans, and nowhere to be other than at the hour long freshman orientation and her dorm. "Yeah, I'll be fine." she said glancing at the booze hidden on the highest shelf. Good call. She took a sip of her steaming beverage again, knowing it would burn her tongue a second time. The feeling was bittersweet to her.

"I have to go to orientation and finish unpacking the rest of my things." she said, settling down on the arm of the couch, keeping her hands warm on her cup. "It should take a while to finish those things alone." that she knew was a lie. Sure the orientation would take an hour, but unpacking her eight boxes would only take a small fraction of time, considering Lexis has a plan and a place for every object she owns. She had previously asked for a room floor plan online so she could college and figure out exactly what she wanted and exactly where she wanted it. She had memorized every spot down to the alphabetically correct condition of her book shelf. The only thing she had to do was unpack.

"Don't worry about me Sam." she said sincerely, not that he would. She didn't want to burden other people with her problems. She wanted everyone to believe that she was okay, and a fully functioning human being, because if the believe it, she might believe it. "Have fun." she said taking in a mouthful of tea.

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Sam rubbed his hands together, the hair gel between them making his palms and fingers sticky in the perfect way for him to slick his hair back off of his face. Checking himself once more in the mirror, he nodded. The black shirt tucked into dark black jeans, silver cufflinks, and his silver ear rings coalesced to create a deadly image. He enjoyed looking dangerous. It was necessary for later tonight anyways. When dealing with the gang, he always had to look prim, proper, and ready to kill.

Stalking out of his room, his sleek black steeltoe boots clacking on the tile in the kitchen, he prepared to leave. He grabbed his black jacket, his bike helmet, and his keys. "I'm going now, Alexia." He called before turning, opening the door, and locking it behind him. He would hopefully only be gone for a couple of hours.

Once he reached the typical meeting place, he relaxed, forgetting for a while about the troubled girl back at the dorm. He forgot about the upcoming semester, as well as the fresh pain of his breakup. He was able to lose himself in the gang's riding, speed, and energy. They raced cycles for a while, a few of which Sam even won. The boss sent him on an errand that took about 30 minutes, and when he returned, they were all crowding a local bar.

Walking in, he came face-to-face with a woman he had hoped to avoid for the rest of his life. Rina. "Oh, hey, baby~" She purred, her nasally voice making Sam wince.
"Move, Rina." He snapped, not at all in the mood for her games.
"Awww, come on, honey. At least talk to me~" She moved to touch him, but Sam was having none of it. He stepped back, his golden eyes darkening and glaring at her dangerously. "If you know what's good for you, retract your hand." Rina stared at him with a slightly frightened expression before removing her hand. She had seen that look before... right before he beat her ex so bad he was hospitalized for two weeks. It was best if she didn't push him right now. Once the skank was gone, Sam joined his fellow gang members at the bar.