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Liam frowned. Allumen seemed like an okay guy, other than the fact that he felt the need to diagnose him with disorders. It only served to make him even more anxious about his residency here, as well as the fact that he was now somewhat -social- with the other tenants. To make things worse, he was going to have a roommate - disrupting his place of peace and quiet. He had never shared a room in his life, and he reminded himself of this fact. At least the other boy was probably still at the dinner table, talking it up and doing his thing... whatever that might be.

Opening the door to his single-turned-double-turned-triple, Liam was oblivious to the fact that yet another guest would be residing there. His shoes were kicked off against the wall, and he started to unbutton his shirt, which he now realized hadn’t been buttoned correctly. “Huh... oh well..” he murmured, before moving to his workdesk where he retrieved a nice promotional photograph of Hannah Blake and Lucas Jonathon - the stars of Another Tomorrow. “Well hello there, did you miss me?” He spoke, before he realized something was odd about the room. Something was different. Was it just that the other boy had already moved his stuff in? That couldn’t be right. Glancing over his right shoulder he found his bed, unmade and complete with a stuffed bunny shaped lump in the center, then he looked to the left, where he found not one, but two beds. “What the...” he began, unsure as to why the new boy would need not one but two beds. He had yet to notice the other presence in the room. Furniture, apparently, took priority.

A shrill, girlish scream echoed throughout the dormitory, and any love Liam held for the people in his picture was thrown out the window as he held up the frame in front of him as if it would serve as some protection from the intruder. It couldn’t possibly be the new roommate, the count didn’t add up. He was half certain it was going to be Kindred - not that he had stuck around to give him detailed instructions to their residence. “WHO ARE YOU!?” He shouted in a terrified shriek, backing away as he remained hunched over, protected by a single photograph. He was too busy being terrified to have listened to the soft toned introduction. “I don’t have any money!” He continued, his built up anxiety leading him to be unreasonable in his assumptions. “Take my watch!” He didn’t make to take it off, but held out the wrist that bore it in all its platinum glory, “It’s a Rolex!”

As he felt his hand being gripped, Liam lowered the picture frame, staring at the other boy with a suspicious eye. “Liam... Liam Ashton,” He introduces himself slowly, carefully. You never knew with these would be attackers. “But I’m only supposed to have the one roommate.” He wasn’t even happy about having one. He liked to be by himself, alone with his magazines and scrapbooks. “You’re not with a tabloid, are you?” It had to be his next question. After all, most people who jumped out from nowhere were 1. Criminals, 2. Ninjas or 3. Paparazzi. He already cleared up that he wasn’t going to rob him, and he didn’t seem to have the official ninja uniform on - so that only left the third option. “I’m just here resting after the attack. That’s my official statement.”

Silence ensued. It was far better than the screaming, as it signaled that Liam was thinking about what he had just been told. “....Okay.” The photograph was lowered, then set back on the table. Something told him that he should probably apologize, but something in the boy’s head wouldn’t let him. After all, he was the one who was startled. Taking a step away, he opened up his closet, then picked out a pair of wrinkled boxers from the messy pile of clothing that was barely contained by it.

“Well... I’m going to take a shower...” he trailed off as he sized up his new roommate. He had to be doubled up with two guys he knew nothing about. It stood to figure. It was just like those movies where the kid gets sent to camp and nothing is like it looks in the brochure. “...No peeking.” Stepping into the bathroom, he began to close the door before he stopped, pulling the wrapped peanut butter sandwich out of his pocket. “Are you hungry? You can have my sandwich.”

“Okay.” Liam responded passively, then reached over to set the sandwich down on the closest table. He then closed the door to the bathroom, only to open it again. “I forgot.” He explained, then walked back to his closet to search through his laundry pile. “I can’t just wear boxers with you guys here.” It wasn’t the same as having the place to himself, not that it was that good of an idea to sleep in your underpants when counselors and others could come into your room at any time. Finally finding a t-shirt with some sort of trendy so-cal logo on it, he shook it out - as if that would get rid of the crinkles in the cotton. “I guess this will work,” he mumbled, then turned to look at Gabriel. “Yeah? Okay to sleep in?”

Justin listened to Kindred with calm interest as he walked over and sat on the table rather than on the seats, his feet hanging over the edge idly. He seemed to disregard the fact that Kindred said that he had almost killed the woman and seemed to take more interest in phobias. "..At least it's not a stupid phobia like those kids who never leave their house and whatnot. Hell, no one likes needles. I don't blame ya. Especially if they don't get it in the vein the first time, I've even wanted to punch'em sometimes."

He paused when he heard a scream come from outside and his eyebrows lifted slightly before an amused look came over his face. "Hehe, see? You and I are with some real crazies. I mean, sure we have problems... but at least we havn't killed anyone or have serious mental issues going on like some of these guys..." He trailed off and then looked back to Kindred.

"So, who are you bunking with?"

((yay, back from vacation! :3 Welcome to the group, Zvee! Heh, everyone's going to sleep, and Seamus has to wake up....night stalker, anyone? *dundundundun* lol))

After waking up yet again in his bed while remembering being somewhere completely different not two seconds ago, Seamus had decided to avoid the other guys for a bit. If they had triggered two episodes in less than that many days, who knew what else could happen? Although they all seemed alright.... none of them seemed like they would be horribly out of place in his high school. Except for Aiden. He'd stand out anywhere.

Seamus lounged around on his bed for a few minutes and attempted to read, but his growling stomach finally won out. It had seemed ages ago that he and the other guys stood about eating pizza..... maybe they were still there? Besides, he'd never had the opportunity to eat the slices on his plate. 'And I might as well socialize a bit more. I can finish Wicked later, especially since Orpheus doesn't seem like the type to have profound all-night conversations. Or any long conversations at all.'

He was halfway to the kitchens when he heard a random screech, as if someone had dumped ice water over someone. 'Or,' his pessimistic side suggested, 'if someone decided to attack somebody.'

He ran in the direction of the sound until it stopped. Then he ran even faster.

He was pretty sure the shrill sound had come from this hallway. Seamus turned the corner, and noticed Kindred at the end of the hall leaving a room, and then turning around and going back in. Suspicious. Thirty seconds later he was at the door, and without preamble he slammed the door open and shouted, "What's going on?!" He then noticed the three perfectly healthy, non-bloodstained, and fully conscious males.

He felt like a douche.

"Um....I heard a scream?"