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 Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 11:17 pm
 Edward Pourdlaw Edward was carrying his luggage into the dorm. He was about to go find a room when Jacob had just left his stuff on the couch and already headed for the kitchen. Edward stared at the luggage. How could he be so carefree? Didn't he know that people could steal his things here? They didn't even know the people here so why was he trusting them not to loot his things? Because Edward was such a good friend, he picked up some off Jacob's luggage and managed to carry them all. Although he did have a hard time seeing over the things. "Jacob. If you leave your stuff, someone might--" Edward ran into a wall and Edward's suitcase fell off the pile and fell to the ground.
Edward sighed and started kicking it into the kitchen. "Hey, let's find a room before we eat?" Edward asked as he glanced at the boy that Jacob was talking to. "Hey, what're you cooking? That stuff smells kinda good. Think you could spare some for us? We kinda just moved in and are still getting used to the place." Edward said to him.
((I haven't made his post format yet. D8 So I am working with this for now. ))
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 6:29 pm
Sethrian.Terkynna  Sethrian raised his eyebrow at the boy who barged into the kitchen. Well, so much for cooking peacefully, without interruption from idiots. "No. Did you get your brain while shopping at the mall with your friends? If so, you should return it as the part that controls manners and general social skills seems to be malfunctioning." He transferred all the food to the plates he'd set out previously and picked up two of them, planning to take them to the table after having written off the newcomer as an idiot. Unfortunately, the new idiot had a friend and said friend was standing in the door. He did, at least, seem to be more polite. "It's obvious what it is just from looking," Sethrian said with a sigh. "But yes, you're welcome to help yourselves; I attempted to make enough for everyone. Then again, this was a dorm full of teenaged boys.... He squeezed past Edward and went to set the bacon and eggs on the table before returning for the pancakes and other tidbits. He supposed he should introduce himself since he had the whole head prefect thing going on. Ugh. "I'm Sethrian Terkynna," he said after a moment's hesitation. "I'm a prefect here at the school so if you need anything don't hesitate to ask."
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Young Master Oz Vessalius Crew
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 7:39 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 12:35 am
 Veith couldn't help but grumble when he heard Cyril's voice. Veith just needed to sleep. Why did he have to come and annoy him right now. He didn't feel the need for a check up. Veith sat up sleepily and glared at Cyril. "What?" Veith grumbled grouchily.
"Can't you come bother me tomorrow? I need some rest here." Veith snapped. "I'm sure I'll live if I overwork myself for one day. I shouldn't be that weak, right?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 12:53 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 2:28 am
Veith sighed. He knew it. Cyril really didn't listen and just did whatever he wanted. Veith was probably going to start to put barriers from now on around his room. "No. I'm getting dressed--" But before Veith could even get out of his bed Cyril was already pulling Veith out of his bed and attempting to carry him.
This guy really liked to get on Veith's nerves?! He's always trying to humiliate him. "Bug off!" Veith snapped and then he was quickly muttering words under his breath and wind started to blast everywhere. He had intended to blast just Cyril but Veith's book shelf came falling down and scattered his books. Veith mentally kicked himself for his blunder but he wanted to just get Cyril off so he could get dressed and walk out like a normal person without being carried away like some kind of princess.
After all, what if someone saw him being carried away. He couldn't imagine what kind of rumors would spread around about him.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 5:38 pm
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✴ William ✴
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • ❝There are reasons to live,
there are reasons to die❞ William skipped school to explore the dormitories, having always been fascinated by the places people lived in. Since he had always wandered his entire life... err, death, it felt so foreign to him to settle in one place. He poked his head into a few rooms, debating whether or not to go in and snoop around. But, he quickly grew bored since it seemed like no one was around. It felt strangely lonely, since he was fairly sure this was about the time people tended to return to their homes, based on his past observations.
With a long sigh, he floated over to one of the couches and 'flopped' on it. He closed his eyes and pretended to sleep to amuse himself, wishing someone would come so he could bug them. ❝But the end's not the end
while you're still alive.❞
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 11:42 pm
 .:l Isabelle "Izzy" Bulcorb l:.
"To me, boxing is like a ballet,
except there's no music, no choreography,
Fack! Izzy really needed to stop being lazy, but she couldn't help it. She was naturally like that, but by doing so, her pile of dirty clothes were slowly taking over her room. In fact, she was slowly running out of "clean" clothes to wear, and by "clean," she meant clothes that didn't reek yet. This meant that she had a decision to make. She could either do the laundry, or she could just hoard clothes off from Jacob and Edward. The latter was obviously the most reasonable, so she had to go with that even if those two weren't considered her "bros" anymore.
Upon bursting into the dorm, Izzy realized that... she had no clue where Edward and Jacob's rooms were. Pft. Challenge accepted! She started slamming open doors one by one until she knew she hit jackpot. It was pretty obvious because who else would have a collection of balls in their room. Buahaha! These clothes were hers now! Without a care about the mess she was making in Edward and Jacob's room, she started flinging clothes around until she found the right ones to steal. Too bad she couldn't find Jacob's hidden panty drawer. She really needed some too. That jerk was hogging them all to himself!
Soon enough, Izzy had her loot bundled in the corner, but that wasn't the end of it. Since this mission was over with, she was bored now, and what else was there to do here? Izzy spoke too soon, for the most brilliant and the most amazing idea sprung to mind. How... could she have not thought of this earlier!? Edward wasn't here, so that meant she could abuse his balls! Yes! Which one though? She really wanted to stuff those exercise balls into her shirt, but.... they were just too huge for that. Her poor shirt would be overstretched.
Instead, she had to make do with kickballs. She snickered as she preened at her ginormous "mountains." Too bad they weren't that bouncy. Look at her now. Tissues couldn't do this! Her nonexistant chest was no more! If it was possible, she would have stuffed her pants too, but that was pushing it. She was still happy about it no matter what.
To celebrate her victory, Izzy had to dance to show off her new set of "curves." "Hell yes!"
and the dancers hit each other."
- Jack Handey
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 12:17 am
 ▂▃▄▅▆ Malade Bellerose ▆▅▄▃▂
"Don't hate me because I'm better than you. Hate me because I know it."
׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×
Since that day at the library, Malade was feeling like a useless puddle of slush. He had enough of this stupid crush and wanted to put an end to it, because every time he thought about it, he felt all wobbly and weak and pathetic. And every time he tried not to think about it, he would think about it anyway. He figured the best way to get it out of his mind and put an end to it would be some closure.
Of course, he wasn't going to talk to him about it, because that would only make it worse. So, he did the cowardly thing and went out to get a flower to tie a little note to. He made several attempts to write something that didn't sound cheesy and overdramatic, and he finally left it at "Crushes are for weaklings". Vague, but it got the point across.
It wasn't until he got to the dorm that he realized he had no clue where his room was. He facepalmed and accidentally pricked his forehead with a thorn. "Ugh!" He pulled the stupid thorn off as he began to pace back and forth (slowly, because he didn't want to hurt his foot again), trying to figure out a way to find his room without snooping through a bunch of random rooms. He was absolutely done doing that after getting caught in Angela's roo-- ... He paused when he realized every single room was wide open already. Including his own.
He checked his room to make sure no one was in it first, ready to flowerwhack the invader. But, nope. No one there. He peeked in room after room until he spotted a rather... disturbing sight. A... guy? pelvic thrusting with... balls? in his shirt to look like makeshift boobs. "What... the... ********..." He whispered under his breath as he slowly turned around and started to walk away, pretending he never ever saw that. Ever.
׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 12:57 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 4:29 pm
Edward Pourdlaw Edward was organizing his room, but he got bored after a while so he left it as it was again and had cleaned out half of what he stuffed under his bed. He probably should go out and play. He tried to move his ball collection, but the ones on top of the other balls went bouncing away and he stupidly left his door open and they went rolling out.
"Oh crap." Edward sighed. Well, he didn't really object to it. He liked to chase them anyways and it would be a good way to pass time and get exercise. So away he went! He dashed after the balls that went rolling out of his room. The balls littered the hallway and Edward was pleased to know that this might take a while to collect them all. He just had to make sure not to carry them with his mouth.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 10:21 pm
 .:l Morgan O’Donald l:.
”Hey, I know a joke!
A squirrel walks up to a tree and says,
Morgan wasn't in the best of moods. Then again, he never did after a full moon. It just left him... tired. Well, that was one word to put it, and when he was in this mood, Morgan made sure to do his best to cheer himself up from it. That was to satisfy all his "cravings" and "needs." Said "needs" were to curl up on a couch in the living room while devouring all the ice-cream he could get his hands on. Did he forget to mention that he was watching some horrifyingly amusing chick flick? He couldn't help it! He was browsing through channels when he ended up stumbling upon this movie, and after that, it was as if his eyes were glued to the show and were slowly bleeding out tears from what he was watching.
Sparkling vampires of doom. No wonder they were suicidal. Giant fluffballs. So jealous! And most of all, babies threatening to burst out of people's stomachs. He definitely winced when he saw that scene, even taking a quick glance at his own stomach in order to check that he didn't have anything try to eat its way out of him. That made him facepalm a bit. After all, there was no way he could have a baby in the first place. Thank gawd for that.
’I forgot to store acorns for the winter and now I am dead.’
Ha! It is funny because the squirrel gets dead.”
- Dug from Up
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 10:57 pm
Edward Pourdlaw ((I need to make his post format soon. D8< But I'm too lazy to think up a quote for him. ; o; ))
In a lot of werewolf myths, stuff happens according to the full moon. Edward was not so different since he was like a traditional werewolf except less wild. Just kind of like a tame dog, he was. He had his top point of energy and when it was over, he just crashed. At the moment, he was laying in his bed with his shirt half up due to the heat that had generated in his room due to summer. Edward was staring at the ceiling, not up to do anything. He just felt absolutely lazy. He was certain that not even Jacob or Izzy could get him out of his super lazy state. Today, he doesn't feel like doing anything. He just wants to lay in his bed. He didn't feel like picking up his phone, so leave a message at the tone because today he didn't feel like doing anything. He generally hated lazy people, but days like this was always an exception.
Finally, he sat up. Even though he would rather sleep the whole day away, he had to at least do something so he doesn't starve to death in his bed. He slowly moved his legs off his bed and pushed off so he was upright and standing. He trudged to the door of his room and it opened slowly with a creak and exited. He felt like he was trying to walk waist deep in mud as he was passing by the living area, he found a boy watching TV. He walked right past him and went to rummaged through the food that was available. In the end, he found a family size bag of potato chips. Too tired to move to his room, he joined the boy and took a seat. "....'Sup." He was about to leave it at that, but he figured he ought to give him something to respond to. "Er... what... in the world are you watching?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 11:48 pm
.:l Morgan O’Donald l:.
”Hey, I know a joke!
A squirrel walks up to a tree and says,
That didn't make sense at all. How on earth did a baby suddenly turn into an old hag in a few hours? He didn't get to spend much time having his brain explode from all the thinking because he was already distracted with the next scene. Ew. Gross. So. Very. Gross. Why on earth did that joke of a wolf imprint on a baby? Oh, man. What a twist. He couldn't even imagine what it'd be like if someone basically said 'Hey, I thought I loved you all these years, but I actually loved the baby you had yet to have.' It was a good thing that his type of werewolf didn't do imprints. That would have been horrible! After all, that meant he'd be doomed for eternity.
Speaking of which, it seemed like someone or a werewolf. Not to be rude or anything, but Morgan could just smell him a mile away. It wasn't like the guy smelled bad, but it was just an instinct thing. He just... knew? How creepy was this. decided to join him in watching this traumatizing movie. He glanced to see who it was, and his heart skipped a beat. It felt as though his whole world was revolving around this complete stranger, and all he wanted to do was make him happy. Just kidding. As if that would ever happen.
"Sup to you too. As for this, I think it's called 'Breaking Wind' or something." Morgan shrugged off. It wasn't like he was watching it on purpose. "I can always change the channel if you want."
(( Lame post is lame because my brain died. ))
’I forgot to store acorns for the winter and now I am dead.’
Ha! It is funny because the squirrel gets dead.”
- Dug from Up
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 8:11 pm
Edward Pourdlaw Edward was quiet as he frowned at the TV. There were a lot of things he wanted to day at the moment but the only thought that was invading his mind was that his name was being disgraced publicly. "Breaking wind, huh? I gotta write this down. I think I'll show this to Izzy or Jacob just to torture them for a bit." Edward remarked. It seemed like a pretty decent prank. All Edward had to do was bring some music and a sweater and pretend he was watching crap with Izzy and Jacob.
He glanced at the boy and something smelled doggy now that Edward had a moment to really examine him. Well...no. It's not really the smell. It was like some kind of silent connection or silent bonding in his mind. Either that or Edward was making this up and he just seemed to insta-like this guy or insta-bro possibly. "Well, I really don't care if you change it or not. I normally don't watch much TV so I don't know what's good." Edward said after he gulped down a handful of potato chips. He moved the bag towards the boy. "Want?" Maybe after he's eaten, he could probably try to force himself to do something not lazy and he might drag this kid with him to do just that. After all, it's more fun to catch balls with two people than just one.
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