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[m o o s i e p o p s]

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Samson nodded his head to acknowledge the other boy's answer. 'So he's gonna be a doctor. Doesn't really look like he could bear the sight of blood...' The brunet made a mental observation, looking at the other in slight disbelief. Cocking his head he wondered what to say next. His pale blue eyes scanned over the surroundings, none of them familiar. 'What did you expect, you're a 20 year-old freshman, kiddo.'

The sudden remembrance of the bag beside him gave him an idea. "S-sooo...." He stuttered out. Sammy frowned, cleared his throat and turned a deeper shade of red. The boy focused on the cover of his book, gritting his teeth an continuing on in a great effort to get the words out. "What dorm are you in?"

So if you want to b e with me
With these things there’s no telling
We just have to w a i t and see
But I’d rather be working for a paycheck
Than waiting to w i n the lottery
Besides, maybe this time is d i f f e r e n t
I mean I really think you like me

[PiiNK - l o l l i P0P]

ayame mitsui
mmm... bubbles

ayame stopped blowing bubbles when she heard someone say something to her. she looked up, turned off her music, and looked back up at the boy. he was vastly taller than her, even if she stood a step above him. that made her pout.

"you're tall, you know that?"

she laughed, and blew a few bubbles at him. she was a bit of a flirt today, maybe because she ws so hyper. she really didn't know. or maybe she thought the guy was cute. well, that was true. he was certainly nice to look at.

"now what did you say?"

[PiiNK - l o l l i P0P]

kumori uzumahi
私を放っておきなさい

"oh okay. i would have come last year but i decided to take a year off school to build some financial back up, you know?"

kumori tried to keep up some small talk while they walked so he could keep zander interested, but they reached kumori's dorm all too soon. he closed his eyes momentarily, memorizing the way. when he opened him again, zander was saying something. 'here we are!' he'd said. it sounded triumphant, and that made kumori laugh.

"ha, i didn't know it was upstairs. i probably would have wandered around downstairs for hours. thanks"

[.Jade.Ariel.]

.E.l.i.j.a.h. Grant R o s e

Elijah rolled his suitcase along, brushing his hair out of his eyes with the hand holding his laptop. He was happy that he had decided to get it cut, as before it had been in his eyes way too much. The dark-haired boy's kohl-rhimmed eyes glanced ahead of him, spotting a pair of males - one who was ladden down with bags and the other, probably a friend or new aquaintence, showing the other around. Elijah's eyes wandered to the lower halves of the two, before realizing what he was doing and looking away hastily. When he wasn't paying attention, there was no telling where his eyes could wander without his consent.

At the sound of the door opening, Elijah didn't bother turning around. He had just reached his dorm, and was happy that he wouldn't have to search for a long time to find the proper room. He had layed down his suitcase and was about to reach into his other pocket for his key when a voice echoed up the hall. Elijah blinked, the cell phone in his pocket seemingly gaining a few ounces in weight. He honestly didn't want to bother, but if she saw the bulge in his pocket, she'd know he hda a cell and would probably ask him directly. So, after a few seconds arguing with himself internally, he turned towards the girl, waving her over. His other hand drifted to his other pocket, where he withdrew his cell, flipping it open. He held it out lazily, waiting for the girl to come and get it.


[[ Hiiiiiiieeeee HSYN LOOOOOVE~ <3

EDIT || I'm gonna be out for about an hour or so... I'll be back then. ^.^ ]]

[PiiNK - l o l l i P0P]

kumaya akatsuyo
KU4-K04L4B34R___x

kumaya looked around a bit, and indeed spotted someone with a cell phone.she smiled and walked over to take the cell phone.she noticed that he looked a bit like he didn't want to be here, but ignored that.

"hey, thanks. sorry, i locked my stuff in my car with my keys."

quickly she dialed the number for the locksmith without even looking much at the cell phone. she tilted her head forward and stuck a finger in her ear to drown out the nearby sounds. when the locksmith answered, she looked up at her car.

"hey, yeah, its kumaya. yea, i- yep. at emerlie. you know the way? cool. thanks."

her face flushed a bit when she hung up and came back to the real world. she was a bit embarassed by the fact she just had to say her name to the locksmith and he would know exactly what was wrong. silently she handed the cell phone back to the boy.

"thanks for letting me use your phone."

[little nutbrown hare]

00 BBY iiT'S EMMY
♥signed sealed delivered♥

Emmy blinked a little, nodding his own head as the other had done it, kind of mimicking the other's movements. He glanced down to his wrapped wrist, and rubbed it unhappily. The joint throbbed back it's response in the dull shudders of pain. Warm eyes watched the other tilt his head as if observing something, and he smiled a little. His cousin Mary had the habit of doing that... The thought of home made his chest swell with warmth. Mary was a seven year old girl who just always brightened his day.

"Huh?" He asked when he heard the other say so in that drawn out way that was meant to keep a conversation going in a deadweight pause. "Oh! Um, um... dorm three." He said lamely, his voice dropping a little at the end to a quieter tone that it was. He stood up slowly, not wanting to freak him out.. or make the blood rush to his head. After he sat down for a while, blood kind of went whoosh to his head. Like a current...?

".. Wh..what's your dorm?"

And there’s never any rain, when you want it...


A hollow little game, and you’ve won it...


Looking for a thrill but you’ve done it all...


So long, put your blue jeans back on girl.

[ambivalently shota]

Bunny b0ii x3 luffl3s j00 x3__Malchiik Gay says:

Hayate had been in his room all of an hour and had yet to see his new roommate. Being alone in the room, he took it upon himself to blare music. He reached over, placing in a CD in the radio he had placed on the dresser. Throughout the room, TATU began to blare.

"Malchik gay, malchik gay!" he sang, half way laughing, "Yeah there is, what I feel!"

He danced around the room, placing his things where he saw fit. He hoped his roommate had common tastes. If not, things would certainly be awkward between the two. After all, Hayate had no intentions of changing for anybody. He pulled out a brown teddy bear with a pink sweater on and tossed it upon the bed. Renji, his best friend back in Tokyo, had given it to him as a going away present.

“Malchik gay, Malchik gay,
I can be all you need.
Won’t you please stay with me?
Malchick Gay, Malchik Gay.”
-TATU

[ambivalently shota]

[[D3m3tr1Dynam1t3]] w3 w1ll fall t0g3th3r x_x3 says:

Demetri felt a few more bubbles pop against him and was grateful she had cut the machine off. The last thing he wanted to do was run around outside sticky from bubble soap. He glanced down at the girl.

"I'm sorry for being all?" he said, shrugging casually, "It runs in the family."

He sat down in the grass where he stood, focusing his attention the girl. She was short, obviously of Asian descent. She was cute, he admitted to himself.

"I was just curious where the music was coming from. You have an interesting taste in music." The boy flashed the girl a smile, feeling like his former self for the first time since camp.



“Sick and tired of this world,
There‘s no more air.
Tripping over myself, going nowhere.
Waited, suffocated, no direction.”
-Ryan Cabrera “On The Way Down“

[little nutbrown hare]

MADii MU3LL3R

just like candy

"Damnit, Riley, I said no! You can just barely drive, el stupido! What are you thinking?" A loud, unhappy voice rose from a redheaded girl. Her hair was currently pulled up into a scrunch on the back of her head, brown bunny hairclip barely containing the thick locks. Curls had escaped around her face, where they hung like a curved halo. "No! The final answer is no, Ri!" Apparently, she was having an intense argument with someone named.. Riley?

Yes. Riley was a sixteen year old blond who looked nothing like her older sister, Madison, and she had.. well, a big sister complex. She idolized the redhead and was constantly following her around.. and now that Madi had gone off to college, it wasn't quite possible anymore. So, where was the problem? Riley had called... demanding to be picked up and taken to college with Madi. She was sixteen, for crying out loud! Oh, the delusions of a blond. She chuckled slightly at the thought of the blond in the Elmo factory, where he says to give it 'test tickles'...

"No pleading will get you in! You have to graduate from high school. End of discussion!" She snapped the brown Chocolate closed, dropping it into her jacket pocket. Currently she wore a white jacket with little paint splatters all over with a brown camisole beneath, and a pair of jean capris. On her neck were about five different plastic necklaces; all small little beads of different colors. In her hair, the hairclip sparkled in the sun along with about five million black bobbypins. Socks, white with rainbow polkadots, were a little bit showing from her choice of foot apparel. Those shoes, Baby Phat flats, had white soles and a sandy yellow, brown, and touches of green plaid decorated the rest. A fake decorative buckle went across the toe.

The phone vibrated again and played a clip of 'New Soul' by Yael Naim, that song from the Mac Book Air commercial, but she ignored it. It was most likely her sister calling again.. And if there was one thing she didn't feel like dealing with right now, it was her sister. She was mad and unhappy and altogether just wanted to go throw her crap into the dorm and scoot the heck out of there. She wanted to go swimming, or at least do something productive. That didn't involve her sister and her cell phone.

She went up to her dorm - five - and plopped her things on the bed. So far, no sign of life in here... Good. She hoped no one else showed up! She flopped onto the bed and zipped open her large duffel bag, searching for... Aha!

Madi crowed her delight as she plucked out her HP photosmart, model 525, with 3x optical zoom, and slipped the small camera into her jacket pocket as well. She'd had to pack it up on the train ride she'd taken here, but now she could carry it wherever she wanted. She snapped a quick picture of the room - just so she didn't forget - and then danced away from the bed where she'd taken the angle of the shot from.

She opened the door and snatched yet another thing from her seemingly endless pockets - an MP3. iPods were more expensive, and besides, MP3s recorded.. Let's see the iPod do that! She slipped a single bud into her ear so that she could still hear other people if anyone attempted to talk to the redhead. Her shoes tapped a tune on the floor and she hummed as music blared in her left ear. As she slipped one of her hands into the pockets, the maybe thirty hairbands and scrunchies, combined with a few rubber bracelets with those cheesy sayings, made a whoosh sound. She grinned.

Madi had arrived, and damn, she would make it a good day..!

Back to the street where we b e g a n
Feeling as good as lovers can, you know
Yeah we're feeling so good

Picking up things we shouldn't read
It looks like the end of history as we know
It's just the end of the world

[ambivalently shota]

ZaNix3_[[I g0 0ff l1k3 a gun_<,<]] says:

Zander could hear from his spot infront of the door the music blaring from the dorm room. He decided that Kumori's roommate must be in there unpacking as well. The male on the other side was listening to what Zander recognized at T.a.T.u. He raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"Sounds like your roommate is having a party in there," joked Zander, peering over his shoulder at Kumori with a smirk.

One collected Hello Kitty and the other listened to T.a.T.u. They were definitely going to be an interesting set of roommates.

“Tonight is the alive
With the promise of a street fight
And there’s money on the table
Says your cheap shots won’t be able to break bones.
I’ve yet to break a sweat.”-All Time Low

[m o o s i e p o p s]

A petite girl sighed and blew her bangs out of her dark eyes. "Now I remember why I hated moving." She muttered, readjusting the strap on her messenger bag. Jesse Leong slammed the door of the lime love bug shut. Without looking backwards she held her car's remote over her shoulder and pressed the lock button. With a beep beep! the Volkswagen was locked, the remainder of her belongs safely tucked away. The Chinese-mix strutted towards the campus, studying the architecture and people's positions and expressions.

The girl wondered the place for a while, absorbed in her surroundings. Each thing could hold an opportunity to form a great photo, at least that was Jesse's way of thinking. She unzipped the bag, and pulled out her Canon camera. It was her pride and joy, the first thing she ever had to work for. Putting the strap over her head, the student brought the finder to her eyes.

And as she framed up the shot, she realized there was a huge shadow that wasn't there before, and it was moving into her picture. Dropping the camera to hang at her chest, the girl pursed her lips and directed her gaze to the object that the shadow belonged to. It was a boy, that looked a bit like a rockstar and clearly lost in his thoughts. Clearing her throat, she told him good naturedly, "Hey, couldja get out of my shot? Kinda blocking the light. But if you move a little, you can be in it. Who knows, might make it look even better than it already does." The Leong flashed a flirtatious grin as she spoke the last words.

[PiiNK - l o l l i P0P]

ayame mitsui
mmm... bubbles

"jeez, i wish tall ran in my family."

she smiled up at him, sitting down again while she responded. she had to crane her neck to look up at him, but she didn't care. he was nice to look at. totally worth it.

"oh? thanks. it's called hardstyle and it's really fun to dance to."

she followed him with her eyes as he sat down. that was easy on her neck. then he smiled, and that was not so easy on her face. she struggled not to blush as he smiled at her. dang, she was making a bit of a fool of herself. oh well, she did that every day anyway.

"do you know streetstyle dancing? or the house shuffle?"

[Bleeding_Flame]

Damien Shepherd

[******** it all and no regrets,
I hit the lights on these dark sets.
I need a voice to let myself
To let myself go free.


Damien had been laying on his bed when his roommate had walked in. His eyes were immediately drawn to the bright blond hair. At first glance he could have mistaken his roommate for a girl but he had always been good at telling men from women. As weird a talent as it was it had proved very helpful in the last few years. He sat up on the side of his bed and eyed the blond for a bit. The other seemed such a bright contrast to Damien's darkly colored appearance. "You must be my roommate.." His voice had been described by many of his friends as chilling, sounding slightly maniacal.

He had been raised by his foster parents to always introduce himself formally when meeting someone new. As so he gave a slight bow to the other. "My name is Damien Shepherd.." He raised himself up as he finished talking. "And you are?.." He asked with a small smile on his lips, sadly it was hidden behind the black of his hair.

I feel my world shake
Like an earthquake
Hard to see clear
Is it me? Is it fear?

[PiiNK - l o l l i P0P]

kumori uzumahi
私を放っておきなさい

kumori's ears seemed to perk up a bit as he heard the music start to pulse from his dorm room. he had a dormie? awesome. he smiled as he recognized the song. he smiled further at zander's comment.

"glad i'm invited then. thanks again for the help finding my dorm."

he smiled one last time and opened the door to the dorm room, walked inside, then closed the door behind him. now the music hit him at full blast and he had to blink a few times to clear the spots from his eyes. he looked around and spotted his room mate. he could tell that he was male, but it was almost hard to.

"hello! i'm your roommate, kumori uzumahi!"

he had to raise his voice for it to be heard over the music.

[ambivalently shota]

[[D3m3tr1Dynam1t3]] w3 w1ll fall t0g3th3r x_x3 says:

Demetri was by no means any form of a dancer. The most he could was the chachaslide, and sometimes he wasn't sure he was even doing that right. People told him to follow the music, but the music seemed to lead him into looking like an idiot. Realizing this, Demetri vowed not to dance. It was simply for the best. A childish grin crept across the boy's face.

"I don't dance," he replied, still smiling at the girl, "Trust me. It's for the best."



“Sick and tired of this world,
There‘s no more air.
Tripping over myself, going nowhere.
Waited, suffocated, no direction.”
-Ryan Cabrera “On The Way Down“