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 Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 10:28 pm
As the first light of morning sparkled through the dusty window panes, Jean had already long been awake. Still somewhat disoriented from awaking elsewhere then where he'd gone to sleep, he was none the less quite pleased with his new roommates. He hummed softly as he swept, trying to give this room some much-needed sense of accordance. Alas, that didn't seem to be an easy task. However, he was still in the cloths he had worn the day pryer, and this did not bode well. Again, he surveyed the room for his bag, but saw nothing. Turning a glance to the other boys on the bed, he decided to quickly run downstairs to the administrative office.
Down the stairs and past the ficus, He meandered into the office. Looking in at the woman behind the mahogany desk, he gave a soft smile for a greeting. "Hey! I had a question. Would you be able to answer it?" The tall, bony woman behind the counter peered past her horn-rimmed glasses at him, judging him by his slept-in cloths and untidy hair. "I suppose I could try."
"The other morning, the valet parked my car and said he'd bring my luggage to my room, but I dare say I've not gotten it yet. Do you think he delivered it to the wrong room?"
"Sir," The woman sneered, shrill voice growing sharper. "We do not have a valet." Jean paled, the severity of the situation creeping up behind him, throwing a bag over his head and carting him to an abandoned warehouse. "If what you claim is true, which I highly doubt, We will do our best to catch the culprit. However, as the infraction occurred on our property, I'm obligated to provide you with a something to help tide you over until your possessions are returned or replaced." She slide her chair back, the metal studs on the legs grinding on the floor (sounding much like nails on a chalkboard, I might add). After some shuffling of boxes, the woman emerged from the back holding a small crate. Thrusting it into the boys arms, she returned to her desk, saying nothing.
"Thank you..." Jean forced with a smile, and left the office slightly richer then when he went in.
A somewhat crestfallen Jean Roger strode back into the room, to what he expected to be two very-awake college students. Now wearing a tacky holiday sweater and a pair of extremely baggy pants, he laid Mark's jacket down on the dresser by the door. Again wearing his trademark grin, he turned to face his friends. "Morning, all!"
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Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2008 5:37 pm
Mark was busy cuddling Rigatoni in his sleep. In Jean's absence he'd gotten cold and had latched to the Rigatoni. He was practically on top of the other man, using himself as a blanket, head in the crook of the other's neck. He was blissfully unaware of Roger's disappearance.
Until the boy returned. His mind threw him into a semi-awake state where he found that he was on top of another man. Not something unusual for him. Did he sleep through the whole night? That was the second thing that occurred to him. He hoped not. He had to make a living.
He untangled himself from Rigatoni and gave Roger an owlish blink. What the Hell was the kid wearing? He got up and dropped down by his stuff, digging through it in a zombie like fashion. Ah, there it was. He pulled out a black tight fitting T-shirt with skulls on it and a pair of black pants. With that he changed and dove back into the box.
This time he pulled out a bright red T-shirt with a flaming monster on it and yet again, a tight fitting pair of black pants. All of his pants were tight, it allowed himself to show the buyers more of what they wanted to see.
He yawned and walked over to Roger, dropping the load in his arms. "Wear these. You'll look better." He grunted before turning his attention to Rigatoni. He crawled back into bed and tried to cuddle with the other again, whither or not he was a wake or still sleeping.
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 3:00 pm
When Mark crawled back to cuddle with him was when Jericho woke up. He was up with a start and blinking a few times at the other man. It was odd that Jeri was the only one not acting like a zombie, but after YEARS of waking up early for practice, he was used to being able to get up fast.
Jericho's first glance was to watch, which he kept on at all times. Just about seven. Good, he wasn't late. At least, not yet. Deciding that handling this diplomatically would be the easiest thing to do, he turned to Mark. "I don't know, or want to know, what the ******** you think you're doing. I have practice so I'll deal with you later." he said, in a rather decisive tone.
Standing, the man walked over to the corner of the room, grabbed his duffel, and went to leave. On his way out he spotted Jean. "Dude, that's a really, really ugly sweater. Remind you to ask you why the hell you're wearing it later. Goodbye." he informed the other, and was out the door in a snap.
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 3:19 pm
Jean's wide smile faulted for a moment as Jericho left. "Return safely." He managed to say before the door closed. "So temperamental, boys these days..." Shaking his head again, he hugged closer the cloths that mark had presented him. "Are you sure this is alright...? I'll feel guilty for borrowing things from a stran--" Having pressed a hidden switch in the shirt, bells chimed from a small speaker sewn into the waist. Small electrical lights flickered on his chest and sleeves, Adding to this horribly festive affair.
Quickly he turned and started walking out the door. "Okay, I'll change..."
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 1:21 pm
Mark glared at Rigatoni. Man that guy pissed him off. That was it, he was never getting a cuddle ever again. He went to say something rude but shut his mouth and instead glowered. Pissing off roommates early was a really bad thing.
The man rose an eyebrow as the sweater began to make noise and ...flash. In interesting places too. He smirked and hid his mirth behind a hand. "Yah you'd better. I'll be out here." He responded sprawling across the bed, trying to take over the warm spot Jericho left.
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 1:33 pm
"Go ahead and laugh, while I'm out." If I wasn't in this blasted thing, I would, too. Shaking his head quietly, he left to change, depositing the fluffy abomination in the 'Lost and Found' on his way back. Having a slightly different build then the redhead, These supposedly tight cloths fit rather nicely. Despite the gaudy print on the teeshirt, Jean had managed to make this rebel garb seem somewhat respectable-- which to him was a victory unto itself.
Re-entering the room, he smiled and put his friend's jacket over the sleeping young man. "Thank you, Mark."
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 1:37 pm
Mark waited with a shake of his head. Once he was SURE the boy couldn't hear he did laugh and hard. After his fit of laughter he closed his eyes and sighed in contentment.
He blinked when he felt something go over his body. His jacket? He smiled up at Jean, giving a slow lazy grin that would melt the hearts of women and turn straight men gay. "You're welcome... See? Told you it'd look better." He reached up and grabbed his arm, tugging him downward on top of him. "So Roger, got any morning classes?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 1:51 pm
Jean was startled by this action. With a mouce-like squeek, he fell ontop of the other boy, but slid off to the side, resting his head on the singular pillow. "Not until tomorrow. High chemistry." He smiled gently, so ignorant and sweet. "And yourself?" He didn't quite mind being on the bed. Half a night of awkward sleep, this warm body was a welcome exchange.
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 10:42 pm
Mark turned so he was facing the boy, red eyes glimmering. "Nah, I got class later on today but not til almost noon..." He touched the necklace subconsciously. "Do you really believe that? Do you think we'll really get kids? I mean... Rigatoni acts like this is no big deal but..."
He frowned slightly. "I'm not a kid person to start with but an alien?" He sighed softly. "I would know where to start... besides ..." He gazed upward closing his eyes. "I'm sorry, my complaining is probably the last thing you wanted to hear. He ran his fingers over the necklace again. "I just can't imagen that two necklaces will turn into kids."
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2008 3:21 pm
"There's always worse things" Jean smiled quietly, putting his hands behind his head. "If they turn into children, then it's our responsibility to take care of them, alien or not. However, if it's all a ruse.. Then you just have to contend with that necklace for the rest of your life." He gave a little laugh at the thought. "Either way... I'm happy I get to be a part of it. Under normal circumstances, We probably wouldn't become friends. But now... I look forward to getting to know you both better." Why? Why did this strange little brat always have to put things in such basic language? It was almost as if he didn't understand the complexity of the things around him!
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