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 Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 7:14 pm
✦☠✦Ȥɑκκ✦☠✦☤ ☤"Stand still.... we don't want you bleeding all over this dress?"♥
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♥"Not just yet at least.."When you walk into the second boys dorm room you see almost a bipolar set up. One side of the room is left bare and untouched where as the other side is full of scraps of material and the walls are covered in fashion magazine clippings of beautiful garments. There's a desk on the west wall that has scizzors, thread, needles, sletch books, pencils, markers, erasers, and other tools used for creating clothing. Beside the desk, two feet away, is a closet with a frosted glass door where the student that stays in this room keeps all is creations and own clothing in. In the south west corner there is a manican standing with a half finised garment hanging from it pins all over the place. As you look to the north wall on the left side of the room, eyes catching a light blue peaking out from the uncovered wall space, you see a victorian style bed with crimson red drapes hanging down stopping you from seeing the actual bedding. as you go in and pull aside one of the sides you find a student reading one of his school books. He looks up from his book, tanned skin and bright lime green eyes look up at you. with a flick of the head the red hair moves out of the face which reviels all of the stunning glamor of the eyes. "Why, hello... are you my dorm mate or are you just looking around figuring things out and seeing who is already here?" He questions. His interest in you is enough to get him to sit up fully and wait for your responce with crossed legs.Quote: OOC: sooooooooooo much coding.... glad all i need to do is copy paste now
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 11:47 pm
 
He had a paper in his hand that was an assigned dorm room. The students had an option to pick, or be surprised, he chose, surprised. He opened the door and quietly walked two steps in the door and shut it behind him. Making no eye contact and no attempt to remove the ridicules amount of hair he kept in his face so that he could see the other. The questions asked were unanswered as he set his small bag on his bed before he himself sat down on his bed, pulling his legs in criss-cross. The only strange part about this was that he was facing the wall… was he blind? No, he was just weird. He was however pretending that he was def at the moment which is why he didn’t respond.
Sometimes friends wasn’t a good idea, or, him being a friend wasn’t. He wasn’t very sympathetic, and he was horrible at making people feel better. Besides, he was perfectly content playing his hand held game he had just pulled out while facing the wall.
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 8:55 pm
✦☠✦Ȥɑκκ✦☠✦☤☤"Stand still.... we don't want you bleeding all over this dress?"♥
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♥"Not just yet at least.."He looked up at the boy who didn't answer his question. 'What a peculiar boy,' he thought. He got up and went to go talk to the boy but noticed he was playing a handheld game which seemed so foreign to him, never playing them before. his parents were the type to make him play outside or do something creative and thats when he took up fashion. He was one of the youngest that he knew of but he was sure that there were more and that he would meet them when he became an immortal who never aged and could help teach his art to many people.
He toughed his hair and opened the door to go explore the school to see where his teachers were at and the classes. He also wanted to see the other students that he had been going to school with and the new students that would be joining them this year. His first stop was going to be the games room. He paused at the door and rethought this hole thing.. Here he was looking to see who else was here when he had someone in the room with him right then and there. He pulled out his phone checked the time and then looked up. His white iPhone glowing his face even brighter.
He locked his phone slid it into his pocket and turned and looked at the boy who was strangely facing the wall. "Hey, umm, whats up," he mentally facepalmed himself with the question. It was the best he could think of with somene who seemed so antisocial.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 12:44 pm
Some part of him didn’t want the other to find out that he had been held back because he lacked the ability to retain certain information, but he would rather know where the other stood before he told him ware he stood. He had yet to turn around or turn the game off as well. His people skills were ridicules to say the least. One would assume he was shy, but there were better answers for why he was this way or did what he was doing now.
The thought of having to start school with someone else was weird. Usually he would request to live by himself but since his grade were not getting any better they decided that he would live with someone who was competition in hopes that it would spark his desire to learn, but here his competition stood and his desire to learn was deflating even more. The kid was clearly more smart then him and he clearly stood no chance of winning whatever game they wanted him to play so why bother trying right? He was surprised the kid didn’t know who he was, quite a few kids had been talking about him last year, he was the class idiot after all. Not like he was going to defend himself when someone made fun of him, he felt no desire to try and defend himself, it was too much work. “… my name is Coy.” He confirmed. Maybe then the kid would realize who he was in a room with. He was known last year as the kid most likely to die during transition, or the kid most likely to kill someone after, maybe even before.
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