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There were three quick knocks on the door before it was opened, not waiting to be told to do so. An officer poked his head in, glancing at the faces until he found the one he was looking for. “Abby, the last one finally made it. We had a bit of a… problem in the car.”

The door was opened wider and another guard guided the boy into the room. To call him a boy was a bit unfair. He was 20 years old and of decent size and stature. He stood 5 feet 10 inches with a sturdy build. His auburn hair reached his jaw bone and seemed to be hastily cut, most likely done himself with a pair of kitchen sheers. He wore a plain dark gray t-shirt and slim fitting blue jeans. A cotton ball was shoved up his left nostril and the top most part left showing was tainted red.

The officers directed him to a vacant chair. He hesitated, eyeing the other boys. The guards gave him a soft jab to get him moving towards his seat. A few quick long strides and he was seated, staring at his feet, his face hidden behind his hair. He focused mainly on the floor, not one to make a daring and noticeable first impression, even when not under such nerve racking and awkward situations. Instinctively his right hand clasped over his left forearm, hiding the ugly scarred and raised skin.

The officer shook his head and then handed Abby a slip of paper with the boy’s information on it before leaving. At the top read: Name- Kindred Thompson-Ather

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((Welcome Amy! We don't bite....hard. 3nodding ))

So, he was rooming with the goth kid....Orpheus, he harshly reminded himself. Getting these guys on his bad side would SO not help anything. But just hearing the stories of these guys, and even their attitudes and clothing styles, had certainly given him a new perspective into people. As a writer, he had disgustingly little experience outside of his social realm.

Yeah, so he was desperately trying to find the good points to co-habitating with eight psychopaths. So sue him. Well, Liam seemed normal enough, but it's always the normal ones that suprise you....

He was becoming waaaay too paranoid.

But this new kid....he wondered what he was in for. Between all of the guys, they'd gotten all of the major felonies and psychosises down, except for extreme phobias (stupid ones, like fear of things on your left side, or fear of the sky).

Looking the older boy in the eye, he welcomed the new guy with a wry, "I'm Jim Bob Joe, and I'm here because I'm from Texas. What about you?"

Abby turned towards the knocking with an expectant smile on her face, relieved that the last boy had arrived. However, upon seeing the expression on the officer's face her own began to mirror the look of unease. What could have happened? She raised a delicate hand to her forehead and sighed. She knew that the first few days would be rough, however she had at least expected their arrivals to go abit more smoothly.

After she watched another guard bring Kindred in, she looked to the other boys with a look that apologized for her diverted attention before she stepped over to the disgruntled young man.

As she walked over to Kindred, she heard Liam ask his question if they were allowed to leave and she momentarily paused to look back at the questioner. "Yes, you can all get settled into your rooms now. I will be visiting each room around 10:00 tonight to make sure there are no problems. I'll order the Pizza shortly and so you boys can get it in about an hour or so at the Cafeteria." She explained rather quickly before she turned her attention back to Kindred.

Once again, papers were shoved into her arms by one of the officers and she sighed. The government treated these boys like trash...

She set the file on the emptying table and then turned her brown eyes onto Kindred, her expression apologetic.

"I wish I could make an excuse for their behavior .... but I can't." She admitted, referring to the officers. "...Are you alright?" She asked and then thought about what she could give him for any pain. "Can I get you anything?" She quickly offered. "Tylenol?"

((@Mie: >u< You have no idea how much I friggen love you! *squeeze* Heh heh... I'm still trying to beat down LQ's Rio... Dunno if you remember him, check the Otherworld RP maybe... PAIN IN MY FRIGGEN a**!!! Ahem... anyways... Where was I going with this? Um... uh... nvm..... Oh yeah, there's this really hot deaf kid that's always in the cafeteria... Okay sutting up now...))

Allumen sighed and quickly, yet descreetly, exited the room. He was seated, luckily, rather close to the door. Allumen sighed and walked towards the rooms, noting his number on one of the doors and slipping in. He chose the bed on the left side, closest to the bathroom, and settled onto it, wondering when, or if, his things would arrive. Not that he had much to account for. It seemed his entire house, though not the scene of his fathers death, was considered evidence at the moment. There was a heavy wooden dresser nearby and a small end table with a lamp on it next to the head of his bed. He wondered vaguely if there were already clothes lain out for him in the dresser, then decided he could check tomarrow, as he collapsed back onto the bed.

Liam closed his eyes for a second and breathed out a sigh of relief, but soon he was on his way to the door at a brisk pace. He was not, however, so rude as to ignore his new “roomie”, pausing briefly to give him an awkward smile and a few hurried directions.

“I’m Liam, hi. I guess you’re Jeffery, huh? Eh-heh-heh,” Nervous laughter gurgled from him, and he cleared his throat, making certain to put on his ‘manly man’ face. “Right, so. My, er, our room is the last door on the dorm building, umm...”

Turning around so that his back was towards Jeff, he made a few motions, muttering quick directions so that the other boy wouldn’t get lost - not that anybody else would let him. With that, he turned around again, a hand sweeping up across his forehead to move his long silvery bangs away from his face.

“Well then, I’ll see you there. I just want to uh.. Clean up. Yeah.” With that, he was out the door, not giving the other boy a chance to respond. If the impression left was that Liam was a frantic, nervous person - it was probably correct.

-Moments Later-

It felt good to be back in his room, away from all those other people. Everything was just as he left it. His work desk was stacked high with his books and papers so he could finish the work required to graduate high school, along with a framed photograph of Hannah Blake in her younger days. Next to it was a more current promotional still, with both her and her “Another Tomorrow” star Lucas Jonathan. Yes, everything was the way he liked it. However, with a quick panic, he realized that it was soon to be invaded by a boy he knew nothing about.

Things would have to be fixed before his arrival. But where to start? His glance shifted over to his closet, and how he had began to store things in the one adjacent to it. After two months of single living, he didn’t expect anyone else was going to use it. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a simple silver barrette and used it to pull his bangs backwards and out of his eyes before he lunged forward, strangely nimble and agile as he hefted clothes into a big heap on the bottom of his closet (beneath the few that were hanging lopsidedly on hangers, he never did get used to putting away his own laundry), and moved a rather sizeable collection of gossip and entertainment magazines to the top shelf. There was one more thing, a sleek black suitcase, and he checked to make sure it was still there before obscuring it with wrinkled denim and t-shirts.

Well, that was all taken care of. He stood up tall and let out a long, deep sigh before turning his attention over to the bunk beds across the room. Right now, the top bunk was the same as always, a mattress with a bundle of plastic-sealed blankets, but the bottom bunk was clearly lived in - by someone who, quite frankly, didn’t make the bed. Nestled in his pile of navy blue blankets was a large stuffed rabbit, brown in color, with one button eye coming loose. “Oh, R.W. ...” He muttered to himself, grabbing the toy and hugging it protectively. It had to be put away somewhere, but he didn’t want to. It just wasn’t... comfortable to sleep without him. Frowning, he decided to think on the subject awhile, resting his head on top of the old toy’s as he stared out at the bed.
“Well,”He spoke aloud, “I sure hope that he’s a top.”