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 Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 5:30 am
This RP is for those that live within WW 3-60; currently Caitlin, Zarek, Constance and James, though if the other two rooms get claimed they can enter too. However, if others would like to join in, just ask in-thread and you'll probably be allowed in!Caitlin, room 1, bed 1 Zarek, room 1, bed 2 Constance, room 2, bed 1 James, room 2, bed 2
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 6:04 am
The day had possibly been one of the most exhausting from the perspective of the blind boy that sat on his bed, knees curled up under him, eyes staring blankly at the spread of the soft bed beneath him. Fingers played idly with the soft material beneath, and a single tear had rolled down his cheek. The division that separated the two beds in the large dorm room had been pulled forward, so that Zarek could memorise his own side of the room. He had been informed that there would be another sharing this room, a girl named Caitlin, but that she was very nice and would help him if he had any issues. Zarek had huffed and stated he would not need help, but the servant that had helped him move his stuff had simply smiled and unseen smile and said 'alright'.
Sitting now, on his bed, he was silent and listening. He did not know if there were others living here with him in this dorm, other then the girl sharing the same room. It looked, for all the world, like he was alone, but in fact, there was another sharing the room. A Daemon wandered aimlessly around on the floor. It was bizarre, for it seemed that this Daemon was able to move a lot further away from Zarek then most others seemed to, but in truth, it was due to the high pain tolerance both seemed to have. Zarek, so used to breathlessness and chest pains did not notice the dull ache that occurred when his Daemon moved too far out of reach, instead just blocking it out as effectively as his growing up had allowed him to. He only really noticed when the mental link became strained, and a feeling like a migraine flared in his head and also of his Daemon's, and they returned to a safer distance.
The Daemon yawned suddenly, the noise permeating Zarek's unrest, stopping his picking at the duvet. "What is wrong, Malhy?" He called softly, his monotonous voice inflecting a little in the presence and worry for his Daemon. Malhy stretched in his blue haze and leapt to the bed, having taken the form of some sort of dog, a spaniel that seemed to always be full of energy and very tenacious in its activities. As he circled Zarek, he grew in size, and became a massive tiger and curled his indistinct body around his human's, a thick mane sproating down his back and brushing against Zarek's bared arms. A hand reached out to touch the fur more, however, it became even less distinct as he did so, and Malhy whined a little, unable to be touched as he so wanted.
'This is getting silly.' He commented, bright blue eyes peering out of the haze of magika that was forming him. 'I want to be solid so I can touch you too!' Zarek nodded and looked up, ears seemingly pricked by some disturbance in the central 'living' room of the large dorm. There was room here for six people, including himself. He wondered how many were sat out there. "We should be social, shouldn't we..." Malhy shrugged a shoulder, uncaring for the others that may be in the same area as he and his human. It didn't matter.
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 7:17 am
Constance was making a fuss...
But when wasn't he? The boy had always been rather loud. He couldn't help it, it was just his nature. So when the servant that had been helping him move his things in, he set about in a huff. Maybe he didn't want to live in this dorm room. There were plenty other empty ones, after all. He wanted to have one to himself.
At least, that was what he repeated several times in a fit of exasperation. In all honesty, he wanted to be around others, but at the moment the prospect of it felt far too taxing, no matter what that little voice told him.
On top of that, he had received a small package from his parents the day before. It hadn't brought very good news, though it had been wishing him all the best luck and bringing him all the "hugs and kisses" a parents' letter could bring.
It also told him his former nanny had succumbed to the wounds she had received during the storm. He figured she would, but the news of it was almost too much to stand and he felt a horrible guilt over it.
"I don't want to live here. Too many other people." He protested, but there was a clearly defeated tone to his voice. The servant merely chuckled and set down the final bag he had been carrying up from the first floor.
"It'll do you good, boy. Make friends and play nice. These two are bound to be better company than your last roommate. Don't go giving another student a black eye, y'hear? And you've got that one room all to your self for now." He departed, delivering these final words to the fourteen year old.
Constance was still not happy about the situation, no matter what the servant had said.
"Connie, boy, lookit. He's right." Derringo spoke out, changing shape and becoming more visible as she tried to bring some peace to her human. She bore the form of that territorial, little bird and hopskipped across the floor, before the luggage, almost clownishly.
"Now, put your things away, you have roommates to meet, after all! I bet you'll make some new friends if you try, you know."
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 7:05 pm
Unlike two of the boys she was going to be sharing her dorm with, Caitlin had not made quite so much of a fuss about having company. Yes, it would have been nice to be alone in a room, but as Cayne had reminded her, she would miss having others around eventually. Besides, it wasn't as if she could never have any privacy; the divider made sure of that. Even now it was closed, darkening the room a bit and hiding the other occupant's form, the room's only light the small candle on the bedside table. Her trunk leaned, still locked, on the side of the bed closest to the wall, though her small bag of favorite trinkets had been opened and lay on the bed next to her. The sketchpad and pencil she so loved were in front of her, the page already covered with a good number of small sketches. She was quiet except for the scritch of lead on paper, working on a drawing of something feline. Sometimes she would glance out of the corner of her eye to see the somewhat-shaped mass next to her, he feline as well; ocelot, to be specific. She suddenly both saw and felt him look over at her sketches. "Is that me?" he asked, his voice as loud and clear as if he was another person within the room, but yet still within her head. Somehow, she knew he meant the ocelot drawing.
"Of course it is, silly," she replied in a low voice. "They're all you." She pointed to each one in turn, sometimes going back and forth between a few of the same creature. "See, there's you as a wolf--you're glaring at me when I'm not social...and as that bird--what is it, peregrine falcon? Yes--and tiger and coyote there...and there's you as an ocelot, which I'm working on." She glanced to the side again to see his head cocked, ears pricked as far forward as possible. "Some are kind of swirled, because you are, but some I completed. You know, to what you would look like if that was your true form." She saw him nod. Then both girl and daemon turned their heads as a voice came from the other side of the partition; though soft, and they could not make out the words, it was clearly there.
Caitlin knew that three other boys were sharing the dorm with her, and that the one who shared her room was also blind. She felt sorry for him; if she were blind, she wouldn't be able to draw, or see her Cayne, or ride, or anything else she loved. Life would not be worth living, in her eyes. Sometimes she gave this some thought, and try as she might to find something good of it, she never could, instead thinking of what may happen to her. It was then that Cayne would assure her that she would be perfectly fine without sight, and that it was nothing to worry about. But still, it was there, somewhat resurfacing whenever she saw him...Zarek, was it? Cayne shifted into a wolf just then, accompanying her idea of going out and seeing who else she was roommates with; his ears twitched a little. "Well, come on. You can't spend all day drawing, you know." Cait flipped the sketchbook closed--she detested people looking at her drawings without her permission--stuffed it and her pencil into her small bag, placed it behind her bed out of view of any who came in, and got up, Cayne jumping off behind her. She slipped through the door, careful not to look into Zarek's room to respect his own privacy, and headed into the main area, dropping upon a comfy-looking chair and Cayne sitting next to her with a proper look.
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