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[tooyrazat]

The ● Awkward Musician

2D’s face went bitter when he saw a girl he didn’t recognise let herself into their conversation, and even more so when Paris introduced them all. He was incredibly aware that he still wasn’t wearing a shirt.
Great first impression. Gotta love meetin people, half naked. He scowled at Paris and turned away from the newcomer, trying not to show any undeserved anger.
“Ello,” he said, his vision focused on his Napoleon Dynamite poster on the far side of the room.
It wasn’t in his nature to be rude to guests, especially those whom he didn’t know, but he was already feeling rather agitated because of his burn, and all he really wanted to do was get the aloe on his skin in hopes that it’d work.

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[Hirosutki]

The●Cocky Overachiever

Thinking in depth about Ciran's comment, Theo placed his free hand on his chest as he wrote down her parents' names. Most of his life, the martial artist had be pushed down a violent road. Though he eventually grew fond of it, it didn't help that the man who forced this on him only saw a means to make his company grow by advertising a young talented fighter.
Pompous tyrant...
Realizing that Ciran's question had remained unanswered and that pressure he was putting on the pen almost put it through the paper, he calmed his head and simply though about his favorite pass time.
"Training, and sparring. You?"
Thinking back to his training session earlier today, Theo couldn't help but to develop a smile on his face; regardless of the pain.

[This Hurricane]

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The ● Foreigner

Nadia took notice to 2D's subtle gesture and figured he wanted to try and remedy his sunburnt skin. Making a move to the door, she wasn't sure how she felt about hanging around a guy friend when he was shirtless and covered in aloe gel. Well, maybe she was sure how she felt about that sort of thing, but things didn't need to be weird on the second day of classes, right?

Just as she turned to the doorway, a stranger seemed to appear from nowhere. Upon being introduced to the stranger, Nadia found little surprise in the fact that Gene and Paris were acquainted. The girl was quite the exuberant little cutie pie. However, this meant that there were now two obstacles that kept her from ducking out.

Politely enough, Nadia halted her departure and gave the newcomer a small wave. Seeing an opening as Paris continued conversation, the Russian squeaked past the two well-dressed students, only placing herself on the other side of the doorway. "Well, guys, I've got stuff I need to finish up for class," She half-lied, then looked specifically to 2D, "Hey, just don't lay down or try to put on a shirt once you have that aloe on. You wouldn't believe how gross it feels." Cringing, Nadia made a face almost like something was sour as she recalled her own less than clever decisions with the healing goop.

[This Hurricane]

The●Artist

Ciran patiently waited for an answer, figuring her question was something that might have required a little thinking. She was actually a little surprised to hear his answer, but wasn't exactly sure why. Maybe she had expected something random. Guess he's the "what you see is what you get" type of person.

Pushing her thoughts aside, she neatly recorded this information onto her paper and replied to the reflected question, "I got into the visual arts. It's a good outlet for my thoughts, I think." Ciran seemed almost unsure of her own words, never really having needed to vocally express her interest in the arts before.

Her curiosity was piqued by her own answer, "So what's your favorite style? Or, what is it that you like about training?" She decided that a person's interests and the things they truly love to do are what build a personality. If she could get out of him just what it was he liked about training, and why he seemed to go from irritated to content with the thought of the pastime, she could write up a pretty decent paper.

[Hirosutki]

The●Cocky Overachiever

Theo's brow twitched thinking about Ciran's questions. While the first one would normally be answered in a belittling manner, she would have no way of knowing why. He wrote down her interest in visual art, and it being a positive outlet. The martial artist began recalling the feelings that came from throwing an accurate punch, and related his outlet with hers. Giving himself time to collect his raw thoughts, Theo began twirling the pen between his fingers.
"I don't really have one, I'm a MMA fighter. What I do is use parts of multiple styles while I fight or train."
Thinking that his response would be difficult to understand for someone with no martial arts background, the young fighter attempted to create an analogy.
"It's like creating a single picture using several mediums. The painting being my own style."
Feeling confident about his response, Theo began organizing his already gathered thoughts for the second question.
"Training is probably for me what visual art is for you. It's an outlet..."
Suddenly, the throbbing pain of his ribs consumed his attention once more. Theo's train of thought hit a bump on the tracks. He could have probably gone into more detail, but if there was more information to be acquired, he was gonna need to pace himself. He avoided letting the ache show on his face, but was tempted to ask Ciran if she had any pain killers in her room. Ignoring his desire for relief, the injured student quickly thought of another question for his classmate.
"What about you? What's your favorite style?"

[This Hurricane]

The●Artist

Ciran nodded at his explanation, though she somewhat already knew what a mixed martial artist typically did. She wasn't quite sure what he meant about painting, but she figured it was perhaps him not understanding mediums in art. Writing down key words and phrases, a smile settled on her face. There was something that entertained her, realizing how similar they actually were. Theo just seemed to be more aggressive about dealing with others, while Ciran was incredibly passive aggressive.

Looking up from her paper, she noticed the painful grimace that he was trying to mask. Instantly, several ideas passed through her mind. He's definitely in pain. Maybe I should wrap up the questions? There's no way he can write a paper based on what I've given him so far, though. Why is he in pain? How did he even get hurt? Is he in a gang or something? The possibilities that filled her mind continued silently building as she stood up and made her way to the desk, shuffling through drawers.

It seemed as though she had completely ignored his question until she, in mid-search, replied, "Charcoal, pastels, sometimes ink and brush." Victorious in her search, Ciran shut the final drawer, and presented Theo with a small bottle that read "Asprin." Handing off the small container, she returned to her seat and examined her paper as she asked her next question, "Going off the books, here... how'd you get hurt?" She looked up at him, curious, with arms folded on the short table like before.

[weeirdo]

тнê ● ĦαρþЎ-ɢÒ-Ļυćķφ

Gene looked at Paris oddly. "Excited for what else?" She asked. Upon realization that the boy whose name is 2D was shirtless, her cheeks went a bit bright and she turned away immediately. "Sorry, I didn't mean to barge in?" She tilted her head to the side like a shy little girl who's seen a male's bare chest for the first time, a shy immature little girl.

[tooyrazat]

The ● Awkward Musician

2D turned to the new girl as she spoke a second time and was surprised to see her blush. His eyebrows rose and his mood changed quickly with rising curiosity. “Nah, that’s awright. I wos just coolin off cos I’m all sunburned an crock.” He smiled, displaying the gap between his canines. “But… um,” he cut himself off to look at Nadia, as if by doing this everyone else would realise he wanted them to leave. Of course, this was by no means meant to be rude. He simply wanted to try the aloe and have it calm his hot skin.
Looking at Paris, he gestured at the doorway with his eyes, failing to know it was impossible to tell he was doing so.

[weeirdo]

тнê ● ĦαρþЎ-ɢÒ-Ļυćķφ

Gene looked at 2D's eyes and then at the door when he was eyeing the door. She looked back at him and then the door for a moment and then realized what he meant. She nodded her head at 2D with a soft smile and then grabbed a hold of Paris's hand. "Come on, buddy, buddy, let's go," She pulled him after her as they exited out of the 2D's room. Even though she at first really didn't get it, she still understood well that someone with a suntan or burn or something would want to spend time alone rather than have company and be annoyed.

[tooyrazat]

The ● Awkward Musician

Once everyone was out and away from his door, he sighed. Had he not been sunburned, he could have spent time with Paris and whoever this Gene bird was, but moreover, Nadia. He gently shut the door and inspected the container in his hand for the third time. “Wot to do….” He looked over the small font of directions and squinted to read the application process.
That’s easy 'nuff. He opened the thing and got some on his hands before spreading it on to his affected skin; mainly his shoulders, arms and forehead.
He could feel the very slight draft from the window across the room, now, and it cooled him down wonderfully.
Looking at his arm, he noticed that his skin now appeared greasy and oily. Naff… but it’s working, I fink. He checked around his room for something to entertain him long enough for the aloe to dry or be absorbed.
The telly was still on, but it didn’t catch his interest.
After walking to the knocked over lamp, he brought it to its original standing position and switched the lights of the room off. Maybe that way it would seem even less warm.

2D sat in the centre of his room, pretzel legged, and rested his wrists (palm-up) on his knees. He breathed in deeply, and closed his eyes as he exhaled slowly. “Another way t’pass way a day….”
In time, his pulse calmed and his mind became lost to his body.

[This Hurricane]

The ● Foreigner

Nadia raised an eyebrow in confusion at the girl's embarassment. What does she do when she's at a pool or something? Setting the thought aside, the Russian again wiped some condensation from the icepack off or her face and made with her departure, "See ya!"

Once in her room, Nadia tried to remember just which pages she was to read for Japanese class. Taking the text book from her desk, she brought it to the carpet in front of the TV, and lay out on her belly, situating across her giant pillow/beanbag thing until it didn't irritate her side. Flicking on the television, she set the book on the floor in front of her and began reading the first chapter.

Naturally, about half way through the first section of the chapter, Nadia's mind began to wander. Not so much distracted by the television, but from the icepack against her face, to her sore side, to her now dry shoulders off of which she could still feel heat warmth from her burned skin. After thinking about it for a moment, she realized that she probably should have kept some of the aloe for herself, since it generally required reapplication. It didn't concern her too much, though. 2D's sunburn was worse than what she had.

Her thoughts shifting to her friend's room, she remembered the smell of cinnamon, but it had been mixed in with a few other familiar scents. Thinking about it, she chuckled a little, Wouldn't be able to tell if his eyes were bloodshot anyhow. Rolling her eyes, she looked back down at her text book, but continued with her mental conversation, I bet Paris's room is tidy. She then wondered if Gene was a friend he had met in a theatre class or in encore. She was almost like a little doll, like a female version of Paris. Snickering at the idea of Paris and Gene being little porcelain dolls, she returned to her attempts to study.

[Rakuen Uchiha]

The ● Social Butterfly

Paris blinked once as he was being pulled away. He turned his head and waved good-bye to 2D; he turned his attention back to Gene. The blonde walked on his own but was being pulled slightly by the girl. Not that he minded at all, he saw the look 2D was giving him even though he was going to leave eventually. He assumed 2D was just a bit irritable from the sunburn and guessed once it was gone he'd be back to normal. Even though he wasn't really sure what a normal 2D was. They had only met a day ago.

"Gene, are you hungry?" Paris decided to ask, wondering if the girl would join him. She seemed like very pleasant company while eating. He also wanted to get to know her more. "If you are... I was wondering if you'd like to join me?"

[weeirdo]

тнê ● ĦαρþЎ-ɢÒ-Ļυćķφ

Gene paused abruptly and then glanced at her clock, it was slightly after five. "I can't, it's after five and-" she replied as she shrugged her shoulders. "It's not the best to eat after five." She had always been on a strict eating order and if it was passed five she wasn't allowed to eat, it was something that her father created for her and something she'd disciplined herself with. Instead of eating she would have to workout twice as hard, but normally working out just meant working out. She always had to be in top shape and very fit, all because of one reason: she was the heiress to her father's chain of hotels, the richest family in the nation, one of the richest family in the world. She smiled at Paris brightly and then let go of his hand.

[Rakuen Uchiha]

The ● Social Butterfly

Paris nodded, "Alright, that's fine. Did you still want to come with me? I'm not sure if you'll just be bothered by food but we didn't get to talk that much the first time we met. If you would like... I can give you my cell phone number... I've been meaning to give it out to my friends but I keep forgetting." He chuckled at himself. "I hope I'm not scaring you off... I just really enjoy meeting new people. Oh! That reminds me... what were you so excited about before?" Paris chuckled nervously; he knew he was talking a lot again. Though he was just excited about the party plans and talking with someone new.

[Hirosutki]

The●Cocky Overachiever

Theo looked down at the bottle of pain killers in his hand, the puzzled expression of his face too dominant to conceal.
Is she a ******** mind-reader? If so, she could have at least gotten what she needed for the project than made me answer the stupid questions.
Though irritated at the idea of being read so easily and Ciran's interest in details, the martial artist was pleased to be holding the medicine in his hand. For once, he questioned whether the usual training accident story would be the right to tell. After all, though this assignment was bogus in his mind, he was starting to feel a connection to his small classmate. Popping the container open and tossing two pills in his mouth, Theo set the pad of paper down on the table, and cleared his throat after sending both pain killers down.
"My father has a strong sense of authority. On days he's not away on business, he has me go into his study to report my day to him."
The injured boy thought about the many times his father sent for him to enter that room, and all the times he had left needed medical attention.
"It's not a big deal, I'll be fine tomorrow."
As much as he appreciated her concern, Theo remained a stranger to gratitude that wasn't given to Walter, or the fake s**t he gave his father.