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The warning of an activity went in one ear and out of the other. All Tristan got out of the announcement was that he would have to be awake before 9am and that made him groan. Once Aiden had let him back to the room, Tristan found his bed and unceremoniously collapsed, face first, onto the blankets. He let out a soft sigh and let his eyes close as his body relaxed for the first time, going limp in the mix of sheets and pillows that had been stacked on his bed. He was too lazy to actually spread them out into their proper places.

In a half continous state, he head Aiden as about the guitar and he turned his head slightly to mumble a 'yes'. He then lifted an arm and tucked it underneath his head to serve as a pillow before he closed his eyes once again. "...only thing I'm good at...." He replied, though he couldn't tell if the words had even reached Aiden, his voice very low. He was silent for a long moment as his thoughts seemed to calm themselves. Hopefully there would be no nightmares of brutal murders ....

After a few minutes, he took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Peace. His body needed rest and his mind needed peace.

"Thanks..." He whispered before finally giving in to sleep. He felt that he owed Aiden a thank you... but he couldn't figure out why and so he didn't. He only thanked the boy softly and let himself go. He couldn't do much else.

A long, hot shower was just what the doctor ordered before bedtime, and with a bounty of scented shampoos, body washes and lotions to choose from, Liam enjoyed one of the few luxuries he felt he still had in life. His car, His huge bathtub, his home theater... well, he sighed to himself, there wasn’t any use in reminiscing. He’d have it all again anyway. With a squeak, he turned the water off and stepped out. His hair was dried and he was wearing at least moderately decent.

And so he reentered the dorm room, only to find Gabriel sitting upon his bed. And what a bed it was. Yes, of course it was unmade and messy, but there was something more to it than that. Something was just... off. At both the foot and the head of the bed, there was about a foot of mattress exposed, where the fitted sheet was actually on the bed sideways and tucked between the mattress and box spring. After all, Liam had never made his own bed before, and being confronted with the responsibility of it after the sheets were laundered, he couldn’t quite figure it out. He did his best, and swore to himself that Abby had made sure he had sheets that were too small for his bed put into his room on purpose.

Picking up The Sandwich from the dresser, he unwrapped it and took a bite, no worry about cavities, then motioned to Gabriel. As casual as he tried to be about it, it was clear that he was at least minutely upset about his position but, as per the usual, tried to avoid confrontation as much as possible. “Um... hi...” he said, then closed his eyes for a second to berate himself inside for saying such a lame thing. “That’s, um, my bed...”

"Ah..." Gabriel nodded, voice trailing off as Kindred explained the incident on the bus. That wasn't so bad. In fact, startled, he could probably see himself getting into a situation like that. Strange new places, and faces, and anyone was bound to be tense. At least he'd been flown in and he hadn't had to bother with the welcoming committee until he'd landed at the airport and had been shuffled along to the waiting vehicle that brought him the rest of the way. At least Kindred's story made sense... as opposed to his own. At the question, he frowned, looking down for a moment as he debated over the right words to choose. Something about saying you were mentally scarred and had horrible violent outbursts over things like butterflies didn't seem like a good starting note for his hopeful friendship with Kindred. "I've got.... I've got these anger management issues, I guess you could call it. It's hard to explain. I, ah..." As he spoke, he lifted his head, fixing Kindred with a sort of helpless shrug. His lips twisted into a faintly crooked smile and he even laughed a bit as he continued, though it was dry and somewhat forced.

The sound of the hot water being turned off - he was, in a sense, saved by the bell. He turned his head, looking towards the bathroom as Liam re-entered the room. Any further explanations would have to wait it seemed. One brow lofted as he caught Liam's scrutinizing gaze upon him and he shifted a bit, not all too sure as to why the diva was fixing him with such a look. Short term memory, maybe? Was he about to have Swarovski thrown at him this time?

That's, um, my bed.
He glanced over his shoulder to the poorly made-up mattress and then back to Liam with an, 'oh, so it is' sort of expression upon his face before he pushed to his feet. He didn't mean any offense by his following comment, more so just making an observation as he motioned his hand towards the sheets. "You, uh, know that your sheet is on sideways, right?" He asked. Maybe there was a purpose for it, but he doubted it. "It's supposed to go the other way..." He moved over to his ladder, leaning back against it casually.

"I... don't care..." Orpheus murmured, although he wasn't exactly sure why he bothered to even respond when Seamus had already slipped out of his pants and into his bed [into Seamus' bed, obviously, not Orpheus' xD;;; ]. "I'm gonna change," he announced slowly, grabbing his PJs and heading into the bathroom.

It wasn't that he was... squeemish about his body. Quite the opposite, in fact. He just had a few... notable scars on his stomach he didn't really want nayone else to see... it might raise questions and Orpheus most certainly did not want that because he was entirely normal. He was only here because his stupid dad was crazy.

He returned into the room wearing his PJ pants (a black-and-green-and-blue soft plaid) and a loose Tshirt that had apparently once been white, but had been scribbled and drawn on continuously by various people until most of the blank space was taken up by scribbled colors, words, and amatuer pictures. "G'night," he murmured as he slipped into his own bed.

((Is everyone else basically read for the time skip to morning? ninja ))

((Alright, then. Anyone who wants to complain can... complain. I guess. If you must. >>;;;; ))


Aiden woke around seven thirty in the morning, being one of those odd morning people that just had to wake up even on weekends. Although, it could be reasoned, he simply wanted to be up in time for the 'nin-o-clock-meeting.' But wasn't this a bit early? Not for Aiden, it wasn't. He lay in bed for perhaps half an hour, simply enjoying the peace and quiet of the morning.

Yawning slightly, he smiled and stretched before slipping cleanly out of bed and trudging over to the bathroom. Several moments later, however, he was completely awake, eyes wide. He stared at the mirror, his pale fingers running over and over through his hair.

"Nooooooo...!!!" he exclaimed as he hastilly shoved himself away from the mirror and the counter. However, unseen to the teen, there was a small box behind him and he tripped backwards over it, landing flat on his back. The resulting squeek would probably be enough to not only wake Tristan, but perhaps their next-door 'neighbors' (if they had any).

It took Aiden a moment or two to struggle back up onto his feet. Whoever saw Aiden would easily be able to tell the reason for the teen's dismay: his hair seemed several shades... paler than usual and there were quite a few strands of blond hair sticking out oddly against the bright pink.