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 Posted: Mon Nov 15, 2010 8:48 pm
████████████████████████▌ ▀ ▄  Shortly after arriving back to the academy, the Omegas are re-assigned roommates, the dorms back in order for them to re-take up residence. Aren, by some cruel, sick, twisted fate has ended up with the person who he has taken an uncharacteristic disliking to... Antonio Vasquez.
Aren quickly deserts the room, leaving before his roommate gets there when he catches wind of who it is, not knowing that Shandra's love interest remembers very little of Catalina... and much less about walking in on he and his best friend.
So, he meanders about the halls.. and happens upon Dominik's room... the guy who dubbed him "Tiny," a teammate... and one without a roommate. Finding the man's sense of humor to run along the same lines as his own (even if he is a bit more quiet about it), the native decides now is a great time for some team bonding.
 Anonanimal - Dominik, and Image Edit
The Bunit - Aren, and Coding
Concept Approved by: AR and Ary
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 12:12 am
➳ąrεn➳
 ________________________________________________Vacation had ended, and while it'd not been the greatest time of his life, Aren returned to the academy with no complaints. Like a few on the teams, he still had a full recollection of what had taken place when they'd been drugged... which scared him to an extent. He'd definitely been ready to take things further with Shandra at the time... and now, he was reeling with regret. Those were things that were not conducive to remaining friends, and she was really the only one he had at the academy. A new revelation for him, but one that flooded him with warmth. He wasn't completely alone.
Being promoted to the junior teams had quite possibly been the highlight of coming to the academy, because not only did he see a great opportunity to grow, (literally and metaphorically), but he'd been able to see the flame-haired girl that had all but disappeared from his life when she'd left the reservation.
And it wasn't only potentially screwing things up with her that bothered him about his memories. It was that someone else had bore witness to the shenanigans, had -thankfully- stopped them from going any further. Antonio. He'd attacked the native, blaming him for it all, despite the compromising position that Shandra had worked him into.
It was a moment that Aren wouldn't be likely to forget.
So, needless to say... when he saw who he was to be rooming with when they got back to the academy... the size shifter was more than displeased. He was outright incredulous. Someone (probably Scott) was getting back at him for being a smart mouth... maybe it was Cissa? Had she put him up to this?
Not caring to root out just who would stupidly put he and the hispanic together... Aren started searching for an empty room, determined to find one that would suit his needs, and get him the hell away from Antonio. That was until he stumbled into Dominik's room... still too worked up to be nervous. "Hi." He started, flashing a smile. They'd met in Catalina... but there was a fifty-fifty chance that the poor chap didn't remember a damn thing. And if he was lucky... his roommate wouldn't either.
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Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2010 10:46 pm
Dominik
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  It could be a lot worse, right? Dominik had to push himself repeatedly to consider that fact, and hoped vehemently that frequent re-visitations to the idea would, at some point, make him believe it to be true; take it to heart, so to speak. He’d jotted down a number of things since their return from Catalina…a number of things…though none of them made him feel more at ease, simply because none of them were actual memories.
Speculations, pros and cons, lists, witness accounts…but they didn’t help to draw any light on their vacation; on what was supposed to be his first impressions of his team. He couldn’t remember any of it…
There was a mere sliver of comfort contained in the realization that he’d not been the only one to lose his memories of that day, but it was minute at best; deeply enveloped by a slew of numerous other worries and panics, all stemming from the simple fact that he just couldn’t stand to ******** forget things. So why, of all the occurrences that could have possibly happened, did that have to be his first experience on the junior god damn teams?
The Slovene’s brow furrowed at his desk; at the pen which sat utterly stationary in his hand…at the paper under it which still remained completely devoid of the information he so desperately needed. Why couldn’t he remember any of it?
… At long last opting to abandon that endeavor for the time being (for the sake of his own sanity), the Slovene reclined backwards in his chair, a few loose tendrils of chestnut hair falling back from his eyes as they rolled heavenward towards the ceiling.
It could be worse. At least he didn’t have a roommate yet. In the long run, that was the biggest upside to the whole situation. He’d been able to unpack in solitude, to place everything in its rightful area and to angle it all just so…and no one save him would be there to disrupt it…to disrupt the balance that he needed. There was no one yet to drive him crazy…no one for him to have the same affect on; Needless to say, Dominik’s relationship with his former room-mate had been admittedly rather tense…which was, perhaps, putting it lightly. By the time the Slovenian had departed for good, there was a long line of duct-tape separating the space between them, and he was sure the poor young man had been left thanking his lucky stars that he was gone.
I wonder if the tape came off easily… He mulled, tapping the pen in his hand thoughtfully against his lip.
Then, heaving a small sigh, he righted himself in his chair again and spared the room a brief glance- relished just a tad in the emptiness of it all, before grabbing up a loose bag of Doritos from the table-top and moving to take a bite.
This was when the door flung open, and a dark skinned man walked in, smile large and voice entirely even as he spouted a happy greeting. Dominik froze before he could even take a bite, leaving the chip to linger in his hand, level with his chin…stagnant.
Well, that hadn't taken long. God dammit! How the hell had they found him a room-mate so damn fast?! Couldn’t they have at least…emailed him first, or something! s**t s**t s**t!
”Uhm,” The young man could only couple the sound with a blink, still not quite willing to believe that he’d be sharing his room with someone so soon, ” V-Vam lahko pom- I mean, Can I help you…?” Another blink, ”Are you…lost, maybe?”
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