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 Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 9:40 am
Pandemic Uncaged  ʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
The smirk curled its way back onto the pale pink lips as Jack turned, letting the door swing most of the way shut behind him. It was open an inch or two, filtering out most of the noise in the hallway without cutting the room off completely. He liked it that way, mostly private without an actual severing of contact from the surrounding area. Put it down to paranoia but he felt better when he could hear if anything passed nearby. If the other didn’t like it, he could damn well get off his a** and fix it himself. He lifted his bag, putting it in the center of the middle bed, staking his claim. Pale fingers unzipped the bag and began to rummage through it, extracting objects.
“It seems to be self aware,” he said in the same tone of voice, resonance taking on the self-important property of so many nature show narrators as he went on. All he needed was a microphone and a stupid outfit to complete the image. “Oh no, we’ve been spotted,” he murmured softly when the other scanned him. He didn’t look away, didn’t try to twist himself or avoid the gaze. What was there to avoid? People were so stupidly insecure about a simple thing like a look. Which was, of course, why he liked to do the same thing to others. When the boy on the other bed went back to his drawing, he let out a long sigh of mock relief. “Relax, ladies and gentlemen. The creature does not appear to be hostile.”
He withdrew from his bag a few sets of clothing, scowling openly at most of them. Being charity case was less than amusing at the best of times. It was just cruel to include such formal wear to drive the point home. Collared shirts. Maybe with some adjustments they’d be bearable. A couple of his own t-shirts were in crumpled heaps at the bottom, thank god. The clothing was thrown unceremoniously in a drawer.
Already growing bored, he shortened the remainder of his work by simply putting the bag on the floor and sliding the entire thing under the bed. Something solid was in there and he remembered someone saying something about a laptop. That would have been so much more impressive if he’d planned on doing any school work. Still, if he could find an internet connection there was potential entertainment to be had.
But for the moment he simply sat on his bed, slipping out of his shoes as he swung his legs up and leaned back, head tilting to watch his roommate again. “Maybe if we’re lucky, it will attempt further communication.”
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 9:41 am
Ayukina Xien  - * ^ Yukio Miheal ^ * -
"You can probably get where I'm coming from...
Yet you can't understand why I'm still smiling..." Yukio ran over to his bag and picked it up now with great ease, now that his arms recovered without any troubles. He kept the same smile on his face as he lifted it over his shoulders. "No trying to sneak into my dorm, Snowhead," he heard him say. he gave a seemingly dark grin behind Jack's back, sarcastically saying, "Never heard that one before"
Yukio turned around and walked away, putting his sincere smile back onto his face as he went the opposite way to his dorm room. He noticed the door was unlocked and opened it. "No one's here yet I guess..." he told himself, still smiling. "Ah...Might as well unpack." Yukio went over to his bed and dumped all of his possessions, which really wasn't much, onto his bed. He then sorted them out. He only had six textbooks, one for each class he was taking and three sets of the same uniform. Placing the textbooks on the provided study desk, he put his clothes in the school drawers.
Exiting the room, he thought of exploring the school and mapping out his class quickly...Not as if he wanted too, but he had nothing better to do anyway."You can't see that I'm hiding behind this smile
Using it to shut off all of my problems from the outside world..."
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 9:42 am
Seirou An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world 
Kaito's fingers continued to rapidly produce the image from his mind as the red-head moved deeper into the room and dropped his bag onto the middle bed to claim it. He erased a section, adjusting a line a little to get the contour right, as cloths began to emerge from the bag and get shoved into his personal dresser. Although, for the first time there was the barest trace of a smile on his lips as he heard the other male mutter something about having been spotted and then further caring the joke like a bad nature show. Despite himself he paused at the comment on not being hostile and flickered amused and yet surprised blue orbs towards his newest roommate. Catching the motion he went back to work on the sketch but was paying slightly more attention to the red-head than he had been moments before.
"Should it be furthering your scientific inquiry then?"Kaito asked, actually offering up further comment which would have been impressive of itself. He had to admit, the guy was actually funny if a bit strange. He lifted the notepad again and flipped it to a new page now that he'd gotten what he wanted from the sketch before. He didn't glance solidly back at the male sprawled across the bed as he started a third sketch. This time he was once more moving slowly, the more deliberate sketching that came from having a subject to draw detail from rather than trying to capture a second of memory as quickly as possible.
His hand moved methodically, the soft sound of scratching pencil audible before he licked his thumb slightly and ran it along an edge to blur the line into a form of shading. The bird outside the window chirped and lept free from its branch once more and sailed off towards the trees further out on the grounds, yet Kaito's attention didn't follow it this time.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 9:44 am
Pandemic Uncaged ʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
Aha, he’d elicited a response from his statuesque roommate. The smirk deepened. It was not a conscious decision on Jack’s part, but at some point this had become a challenge. A game. He adored games. His favorite part was winning. It didn’t matter how trivial the matter or ill-defined the goal. He didn’t even mind cheating. After all, being able to find ways to cheat was a game in and of itself. Violet eyes narrowed to pleased slits as he saw first the glance and then heard the auditory reply. Yes, this was fun. He could play with this for a while.
“The subject cannot further its own inquiry,” he said scornfully. It felt a bit strange to hear his mouth wrap around words that sounded remotely official, even if they were used in a mocking way. Formality tended to leave a sour taste in his mouth, even after a short period of use. But he didn’t mind if it was part of the sport. His eyes traced the end of the writing utensil as it scratched its way along the unseen paper. He was still for a moment as he contemplated his next move. It was, now that he noticed, oddly peaceful in the room when everything was quiet. He could hear that bird his roommate had been watching. That bird or another nearby. Who could really tell? The distant hum of voices in the hallway made for a soothing white noise, blanketing the air.
He couldn’t stand it.
“What have you decided to draw for me?” he asked with a grin. He pushed himself up slowly, letting his legs slide down the side of the bed until he was perched just on the edge, facing the other boy. His toes rested lightly on the floor and his hands were palm down next to him as though he were getting ready to push off towards the dark haired male with a sudden jump. “Show me,” he said simply, no hint of petulant whining. It was simply confident that the command would be obeyed.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 9:45 am
Seirou An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world
The faintest of flicker of blue eyes drifted towards the red-head and then back to his paper before he flipped the pencil and erased something only to correct it moments later. He smoothed out another portion of the image with his thumb as the male on the other bed scowled at him and replied.
"It's heartbroken."Kaito drawled, his lips curving upward in proportion to the frown that was coming from the other male. He was actually amused, which was likely the only reason he continued to hold the conversation with his new room mate. Oddly enough Kaito found himself wondering what the next comment would be. The pencil slipped into his mouth as he chewed on the end and replaced his own smirk with a frown. It wasn't like him to respond like that at all, but then he usually was granted the peace his attitude silently demanded by roommates of previous years.
Movement fully drew his attention for a second, turning his head slightly as he chewed on the eraser, only to discover the red-head had dropped his leg to the side of the bed closest to Kaito and was leaning towards him. A dark eyebrow lifted slightly before he pulled the pencil free only to settle it across his paper, careful not to ruin the delicately penciled lines.
"Nothing."At the command to show him the second eyebrow rose to join the first under his bangs as Kaito turned the angle of the picture to hide it from view. NO ONE ever wanted to see his pictures, and now that they did he wasn't sure he wanted them shown. They were private and usually objects of his musing, the current one being the very person who had asked to see it. So he kept his hand over it and turned it so the demanding red-head couldn't see before turning his head to face the window once more. A clear dismissal, although his frown was slightly confused as he stared sightlessly at the tree.
"No."
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 9:46 am
Ayukina Xien - * ^ Yukio Miheal ^ * -
"You can probably get where I'm coming from...
Yet you can't understand why I'm still smiling..." As he walked over to the odd side hallway, he was stopped by three male students. He smiled unnervingly at them, making them back off a little. Then the biggest, meanest looking one stepped in front of the small, meek white haired boy, as if he was trying to be intimidated. Yukio wasn't at all intimidated by the big guy's presence. "Hey, snowhead! You know bleached hair isn't allowed at this school, right?!" he said pushing him against the wall.
"Yeah, yeah! Go unbleached that ugly hair of yours!" yelled his lackies. This group was starting to annoy Yukio, however he didn't show it and simply smiled at them. The group of males surrounded him and the main one spoke again. "Wipe that smile off your face, Snowhead, if you don't want to get pumm--" Yukio had slipped through their fingers and was walking further down the hall. A fist made it's way in front of his face as the two lackies cornered him in front of a cracked door numbered 7. "We're part of the school's disiplinary commitee so you better listen to us! You're life spent in this school depends on the way you behave in front of us and so far, it's looking grim."
Yukio started to chuckle, obviously getting annoyed with the students behavior. "How'd three dumb guys like you get in the disciplinary commitee? You guys are a couple of jokes if you ask me..." Yukio kept his sincere smile on his face as one of them decided to punch him, but missed, however knocking down the door. Yukio had dodged by bending backwards, but not before the door broke.
He caught the eye of Jack and a boy holding a sketchpad and smiled sincerely at them. "Ah, look what you idiots did. Sorry, Jack-san, Artist-san! I'll take this fight somewhere else!" Flipping back upward, he knocked down the big guy and started to drag him farther away from the room."You can't see that I'm hiding behind this smile
Using it to shut off all of my problems from the outside world..." {{Playing by myself out of boredom.}}
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 9:47 am
Pandemic Uncaged ʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
The redhead smirked.“Nothing…?” he echoed pensively, drawing his lips around the word and letting it out slowly, tasting it and apparently deciding to reject the flavor. He shook his head, blood colored hair falling in his eyes until he tilted his head back and let it fall away from his face again. It was often in his eyes, giving them darker shadows than they might have naturally held. Time and again he swore to himself that he would hack it all off if it got in his way one more time, but he never carried through on the threat. He was vain enough to like how he looked when the hair was long enough to just brush against his shoulders when he shrugged or cover the nape of his neck.
“No, that doesn’t seem possible,” he continued, amusement twisting the words the moment they were spoke. “I’m your new roommate. You must have brought a gift for me. And I realize that something you’ve made yourself would of course be worth more. Sentimental value, maybe?” The words were almost a purr now. He was obviously enjoying this, especially having seen the hint of surprise and heard the short answer. He drew himself up lazily and moved so he was now standing just next to the bed, looking down at his roommate expectantly. He did not yet reach and childishly try to tear the page away. He wasn’t above such actions, but he wanted to see if he could persuade him first.
“I think you should,” he said firmly, eyes tracing the turned away face in front of him. He bent over very slightly, his smile turning friendly, which of course looked nothing short of disturbing on the normally smirking face. Attempts at genuine smiles never worked for Jack and he knew it. He used that where he could, letting it unsettle people.
He held out his hand a few inches from his roommate’s face patiently.
His attention darted from the dark haired boy on the bed to the door in a heartbeat as it flew open. Somehow he was unsurprised to see the snow haired boy stumble in. He was, however, completely caught off guard when the boy took down a larger opponent in almost no time. His eyebrows shot up and his smirk vanished into an expression of bewilderment. “…the hell?”
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 9:48 am
Seirou An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world
The blue haired male snorted slightly as he heard his word being repeated. The way it was said was an expression all in of itself and slightly impressive for someone who never put much infliction in his voice. He could just see the other male's reflection in the upper panes of the open window as he tossed his head slightly before standing up and moving towards him. His blue orbs narrowed at both the tone and the words.
"Your vastly overstating your importance to me."Kaito drawled his tone slipping back to the flatter ones he was more familiar to have. He could practically feel the other male at his back waiting for him to give into his demands and hand over his sketch. He flipped the book so it was completely upside-down and turned his head to pin the red-head with flat blue orbs with no trace of amusement left on his expression as he stared at the hand being patiently held out for the notepad. His expression was once more very much so like it had been when he'd first been sitting in the bed. The smile was almost creepy on the other male's face but he held his gaze steadily...at least until the door crashed open.
"Typical."Shrugging, Kaito dropped his legs off the side of the bed while the red-head was busy being distracted by several students who had stumbled into the room. He shoved the notepad away, dropping to his knees on the opposite side of the bed from the personal-space-invading roommate and opened up one of the drawers to his own dresser to dig through it for a charcoal pencil so he could start a different picture. Like he did with most things he seemed to shift some sort of body language to imply he was ignoring everything around him now.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 9:49 am
Pandemic Uncaged ʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
When amethyst eyes flicked back to the dark haired male he found his roommate already ignoring him, much as he had in the beginning. It was easy to be impressed by the sheer force of will that allowed this person to so steadfastly ignore everything around him that he did not wish to see. Perfect selective vision and hearing with carefully trained blank features. It was a bit like watching a movie. You could see it, but you couldn’t interfere with what was happening. Yes, it would have been quite easy. But he wasn’t impressed. He was annoyed that his fun had been cut short when he attention had floundered for a few seconds. He truly hadn’t expected such a quick reaction time and the mistake galled him.
His eyes took in a familiar shape that still lay there on the bed, pushed out of the way when Blue Hair had decided to go back to digging through his things. Well, as long as he was going to be playing the part of the invisible man in his roommate’s eyes, he might as well take advantage of it, right. He sat down on the edge of the bed and picked up the notebook. It wasn’t hard to find the last piece the other had been working on and his eyes drifted over the page. His expression went carefully flat and he flipped a page back, studying the sketch of the bird. Whether purposefully or unconsciously, he kept his fingers against the edges of the notebook, his touch not smearing a single line as he flipped through a few and then back to the one that was, unmistakably, Jack himself, though it seemed unfinished. Or perhaps merely a quick rough sketch. That would make sense given how little time it had taken the artist.
“I am,” he said, turning the notebook around so the page in question faced it’s creator, “much prettier than this.” His voice and expression were flat but a light flickered in the back of his eyes, hinting that the words were more joke than actual indignation or insult. The skill was obvious. He couldn’t pounce on that.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 9:52 am
Seirou An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world
Pushing aside several random objects he finally spotted the small box that contained his charcoal pencils, he pulled it free and rocked back onto the backs of his feet only to catch color out of the corner of his eye. He'd been more than ready to dismiss the male, had it not been for the fact that the red-head was sitting on HIS bed. Annoyance flickered to life in his blue orbs once more as his hand closed around the box. He was NOT used to having people ignore his decisions. Kaito shot a look at the open notepad that the male was going through as he stood up.
"Do you always go through people's belongings?"He asked in a flat tone of voice as he watched his notepad get riffled through, at least he was keeping his fingers to the edge and not smearing them given how easily it was to do with pencil. Part of the reason it was his favourite medium. However, this would be the first time someone other than himself had looked through his pictures and there just might have been the faintest bit of color high on his cheeks as his eyes narrowed.
"Not likely."His hand twitched, clearly wanting to take his notepad back but unwilling to risk harm to it by doing so. Something about that creepy smile he'd gotten earlier suggested that he might be the type to fight him over it and that could lead to tears. He had relaxed slightly only when his flat blue orbs caught sight of the lingering traces of amusement in the other males gaze. Duplicating the red-head's earlier action he held out his empty hand, palm up, his command clear even if unspoken as he waited for it to be returned.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 9:53 am
Pandemic Uncaged ʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
“No,” he answered, duplicating as best he could the tone his roommate had used on the same word mere minutes before. It wasn’t completely a lie either. True, he did not have any qualms about rlfling through another’s possessions, but it was rare that he bothered to take an interest. For the most part people were the same and their belongings followed a pattern. He had not investigated an artist’s prized possession before and it intrigued him. As did the artist himself. How could something that said and did so little be so much fun to play with? The effort it took to coax reactions out of the rather stoic boy were just so rewarding.
Someone had once told Jack that there was a difference between negative attention and positive attention. Jack had only replied that he already knew that, he simply couldn’t decide which he liked better. After all, he doubted very much that compliments and ‘hey lets all be friends’ speeches would have made this young man even blink, let alone blush as he was doing now. Jack wished he had a sketch of that. In color. Even when it was faint it showed up so nicely against the pale skin. The smirk turned rather victorious and he counted it as a definite point in his favor.
He closed the notebook with a rare display of gentleness (or perhaps simple slowness), murmuring his pleasure indistinctly. He tilted his head back so he could look up at the artist. “I don’t know much about sketches,” he admitted, extending his hand and touching the notebook to the other’s fingertips. “Please take good care of my drawing for me for now. I’m sure I would accidentally tear it and I would hate to lose such a thoughtful gift.”
He passed it back and stood up. Halfway back to his own bed, he paused and turned. “Oh. And I’m Jack. I’ll be your roommate for the rest of the school year.” He grinned.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 9:54 am
Seirou An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world
The 'no' and its tone pulled the faintest of frowns to the dark blue haired male's lips. He was not used to dealing with the sort of attitude he had received almost from the first moment the boy had walked into the room. Kaito had, had dealings with servants who obeyed his slightest command, business associates that he'd had to coerce into cooperation, and even other students whom ignored him in a match for his own disinterest in them. This...teasing or mocking pushing was something new and he disliked it.
The annoyance faded in the slate blue orbs when the red-head suddenly closed his notepad, doing so with a level of respect that had Kaito tipping his head slightly as he closed his hand around the offered sketch book and he pulled it back towards his chest as his expression drained away once more but there might have been something in the back of his eyes.
"It's not yours."He reiterated, stetting his charcoal box on the top of the dresser as he turned his back to the male getting out of his bed so he could reclaim his place against the headboard. He flipped open the sketchpad to a new page and reached out without looking for a new pencil that he rotated in his fingers before the red-head's statement stopped his motions and drew his blue gaze over to where his roommate stood between their bed's grinning. He tipped his head, no expression touching his face for a moment before he seemed to reach a decision and dropped his attention back to his sketch pad.
"Kaito."He introduced himself in turn as he pressed the end to the paper and drew a long darker line down the paper. He slowly began drawing once more relaxing slightly despite the other male's presence that a faint lift of his lip suggested he might be alright with having him for a room mate.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 9:55 am
Seirou  It's hiding in the dark, it's teeth are razor sharp,The computer came up easily, his icons glowing on the screen and the various systems activating. A moment later one of his messengers popped up with a box telling him it was unable to connect. A frown pulled at the pale haired male's lips as his fingers moved rapidly over the keyboard producing a series of clicks that he couldn't hear thanks to the headphones he was still plugged into. After a moment his internet connection screen came up and gave him the news he didn't f**king want to have. He was getting s**t here. His regular systems were fine but what the hell was he supposed to do without the damn internet!?
"It's a f**king conspiracy."He snarled, blue eyes darting around the room over the top of the monitor and seeing his two room mates. His gaze narrowed on the dark haired Doormat who was sitting in his bed like a damn lump on a long. His eyebrow suddenly lifted as he sat up more solidly and set his computer to the side on the bed.
"Hey, dickhead, you got a computer?"He demanded, dropping his legs to the floor on the other side of the bed and standing up to cross the distance once more to the kids bed where he stood over him with his hands on his hips and a demanding look on his face as he waited for his answer.There's no escape for me, it wants my soul, it wants my heart.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 9:56 am
X Kalika X  "Better to keep your mouth closed and be thought a fool, than to open it and remove all doubt."Akira bit his lip a bit as his pale haired roommate came 'stalking' up to him again. Wondering exactly what he had done to make this boy so angry (enough to be called a dickhead at least), he almost missed the question the as of yet unnamed boy asked him. He slowly shook his head, and opened his notepad quickly, almost afraid of what the taller boy might do if he continued to just sit there. Akira scratched something out on the paper, before showing it to his roommate. 'Sorry'The quiet teen had never been very good at conversing, even on paper. ((In bold single quotes is what Akira writes))
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 9:57 am
Mannequin_Misery ¤You make me happy, whether you know it or not¤ Ðîøŋ Ʌɀɑɱɨ  "Bye momma! I'll miss you!" Dion kissed his mother good-bye and hopped on out of the car with all of his bags. He waved to her as she drove away with a smile on his face. "Now it's time to find my dorm." He skipped on to the dorms and hummed "Happy" on the way.
Once he actually got to the entrance of the building, he looked up at it. It was bigger than his grandmother's house. And it was pretty big. "Woah. Mom, you'll never guess how big this place is." Even though his mom wasn't there, he talked to her all the time.
He entered the building and continued to skip down the hallway to dorm room number seven. The door was wide open, revealing two boys, obviously older than he. The dark-haired boy was sketching and the red-head seemed to be asleep. He walked in and set his stuff upon the remaining bed and plopped himself down criss-cross style. "Hi guys! My name is Dion and I hope we will be great friends!" ¤We should be happy, that's what I said from the start.¤
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