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@Mie: *gasp* I would nevah! *hugs the little blonde Texan* >.< Wait, did you say new rp? *squee!* btw, grab a handful of that genius and drag it over to the Yaoi RP Haven. *sticks tongue out*

Edit: BUSH! *glomps* I so do love you! xD

@Immortal: I'll wait till Allumen's roomy shows up and um... blah, I'm so friggen brain dead lately. I'll be contradicting myself every other post. Allumen has his clothes... and um... stuff... already... yeah... *shuts-up*))

To many people, Tristan's indifference towards the boy who claimed to have whored himself out and who was obviously not heterosexual may have seemed odd. They would probably wonder how Tristan could be possibly 'comfortable' with such a roommate. However to him, the consequences of such a roommate didn't matter to him. Whether he was 'hit on' by a gay guy (the common homophobe's nightmare) was the least of his worries. He had lost everything, his family, his home, his future... what happened to him now... almost seemed useless to worry about. Things that would have bothered him such as popularity, self image, people's thoughts about him.... had all melted away the moment he found them gone.

Aiden's smile was uplifting, even though Tristan could tell that there were some stronger emotions flowing through that boy that he knew he would never understand. He offered a fragile smile but after a moment the smile dimmed. It's light having no fuel to keep it going, like a candle without wick.

He followed the smaller framed teen at a casual pace, his blue eyes seeming to wander into nothingness before focusing back on a possible destination. Drawing in a deep breath, Tristan enjoyed the scent of the outside world he barely knew. He tossed a glance up to the stars and then regretted the image immediately. He was not a religious person... and the reasurance that his family was in 'heaven' only made him uncomfortable and shortly after their death, he began to have bittersweet feelings about the night sky that everyone seemed to look up to for guidance. It had never given him anything but dim light... and wasted whispers of dreams.

When they arrived at room three, Tristan snapped back to the present circumstance. He looked over at Aiden before his eyes were drawn to a large bag left next to the door and a guitar case. Seeing the oddly shaped box with his favorite instrument oddly placed outside the room of his 'mental rehab center' was so strange to him that he let out a small huff of air that could have been taken as an attempt to laugh, or simply a disbeliving sigh. "...She made them send my guitar...." He said, sounding amused, more so talking to himself than to Aiden, not realizing the boy would not know who 'she' was.

He stepped over to his things and quickly swung the bag over his shoulder (with what he assumed was his clothing) and picked up the guitar case in his opposite hand. He then looked back up to Aiden, his expression apologetic. "Sorry... If I seem spacey tonight. I'm not normally like this... " He said, weakly trying to defend his 'normal' personality.

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Unlike what Kindred expected, Abby did not reach for his file when he did not properly introduce himself. Her brown eyes seemed to scan his face carefully. "So, what happened?" She pressured gently. She wanted his side of the story before she read what the polices' version was. She normally found the boy's story to make more logical sense than the simple black and white views of the police officers. Turning her back on him for a moment, she walked over to a water cooler at the side of the room and she filled up a cup of water for Kindred and then set off to find the ever dissapearing boxes of pain relief (a result of her lack of organization skills).

"You can tell me anything you like.... nobody gets punished here for having opinions or feelings of any kind." She offered. "To start.... what did the officer do to make you break his nose?" She asked casually. "Did he desereve it?"

The way she asked him would have probably not gone over well with the police. She always felt that they deserved whatever the student inflicted on them the moment they became rough.


((^_^; Dont worry about the trivial things like whether or not their clothing is there already or not... just make things up. xD nobody will notice.

And yes, students who were here previously used to have the room to themselves... (but they always knew that one day another student would be moving in)..... does that work for everyone? ))

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The other boy’s voice trickled down his spine as if it belonged to a ghost rather than another human being, and at once his face paled in terror before it flushed red with deep, deep embarrassment. Liam turned around to face Jeffery, and he was quite the sight as he hugged onto his large stuffed bunny - a six foot tall man with a toy companion.

“Ah, um...” He stammered, not sure if he understood Jeffery’s comment right, though he seemed to get the questions loud and clear. “I’ve been here two months.” He knew exactly how long he had been here, from the day to the minute, it was almost as if he were an alcoholic - which probably would have been less humiliating to him than his real reasons, though he managed to make them sound normal enough. “And mugging. I ah, fell into a bad crowd.”

That was the short version anyway. He looked over to his desk, where a scrapbook full of magazine clippings was open, having been left to dry. Next to it was a glue stick and a pair of kiddie scissors. Apparently, the general consensus was that he shouldn’t have any sharp, pointy objects, just in case he wanted to damage himself in anyway. “And um, none of those things, really.”

Briefly, he paused, then, just after it seemed that he had finally regained his coloring, blushed again as he realized he was still holding his dear R.W. Stowing it away quickly beneath the mess of blankets on his bed, he peered up at his new roommate through the bars of the bed, trying to get a good look at one of the mysterious newcomers - not that he was that versed with the other boys either. “So.......” he said at last, “What about you? You seem like a normal guy...” Yeah, hopefully.
((I checked out your RP Mie, it sounds cool biggrin ))

Aiden nodded amicably, his usual light smile on his lips. "S'okay. No one's themselves on their first day in a new place - especially when their coming to a place like this," he said conversationally. He turned forward toward the door and turned the doorknob, opening the door rather slowly out of habbit (back home there was nearly always a baby or five asleep - or not so asleep - in one room or another and Aiden had learned the best ways not to wake them). "Sorry if it's kind of a mess. Mum says I'm a bit of a clutter bunny - whatever that means."

"Kind of a mess" was a bit of an understatement. There were posters of bands (second hand, from the look of them, and most were in poor condition) on the walls as well as some sheets of paper that had bars on them and various scribbled notes on those - sheet music obviously scribbled haphazardly - tacked above a wooden desk set in one corner. Some articles of clothing lay strewn in piles on the floor and there was evidence all sorts of half-finished projects and odd jobs. Fortunately, the room didn't smell as bad as it looked. In fact, it smelled rather like a (soy) vanilla scented candle - which could be found on the desk.

"Make yourself at home," Aiden pronounced happily as he walked fully into the room, a broad smile on his lips. "Anyway... anything new makes people nervous," he said, continuing the previous conversation.

Allumen smiled and nodded. "This is your room too..." He shrugged and managed a small smile. There was an awkward silence after that, as Allumen wasn't very good with small talk. He settled for re-organizing his things, just to give himself something to do. It was odd sharing a room with somebody. Well, someone he didn't know at all, or particularly like so far.

((Okay, finals are leeching the creativity out of me, I swear... I still blame global warming... Sorry for teh suck.))

Seamus distractedly packed up all of the stuff that had magically accumulated across his temporary room, and shoved it into his suitcase. Stray papers with half-finished doodles, boxers, and random t-shirts were all tossed in haphazardly. Zipping it closed, he heaved it off of the cot and began to roll it towards his new room and dormmate. As he wandered down the hallway, he wondered why they couldn't just continue to use the rooms that they had been assigned. Sure his temporary room was cramped as hell, and had little storage space and no desk, but at least it was solitary, right? But then again, "opening up" and "making friends" and all that rot seemed like the theme for this place, so he shouldn't have been suprised.

He passed Allumen and Justin's room, sparing the two a quick glance. He chuckled under his breath at the awkward tension in the room. Since all the other doors in the hallway were closed, he had no clue what the other guys were up to, or whether or not they were even in this part of the Center.

I wonder if Orpheus is in there..., Seamus mused as finally reached his own room. Not wanting to interupt something, or even piss off his new roomie (he'd heard enough horror stories of roommates from Hell, thankyouverymuch! Although he could retaliate if needed...), he rapped his knuckles on the door three times, waited a few seconds, and then opened the door.