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 Posted: Fri Sep 02, 2011 12:05 pm
Welcome to the Dorm, Ken, Victoria Blake, and James McCoy!
Your dorm is now full, but there's only two bedrooms, it seems... someone has to share!
Here's a map of the room:
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 7:12 pm
Ken walked into the dorm carrying several bags mostly filled with electronics. "Not to bad." He said to himself. He walked around inspecting the dorm and looking inside one of the rooms. And saw a single bed. "Dibs." He said out loud. He looked behind him and saw nobody there. "Who am I talking too?" He asked himself. He carried his bags inside began unpacking his electronics. It was mostly video game consoles, computer, and a bunch of movies. "Alright I'm set....I just need to wait for my roommates." He said as he started setting up his computer.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 8:58 pm
James clutched a sheet of paper in his hand, reading it once before looking back up at the door in front of him. If his mother's flowery scrawl was correct (and it very rarely was otherwise) then this was indeed the dorm he was supposed to be staying in.
If it the scrawl beneath the dorm name was correct as well (and again, it was rarely otherwise) he would be rooming with Victoria Blake, and a boy who was only named...Ken.
'Well.' Thought James, quirking up one ginger eyebrow. 'If he's only gonna have one name, he could at least make it interesting. Ken. Kinda...boring.' He shrugged, and reached out to push the door in front of him open.
Instantly, he heard the sounds of someone setting things up in one of the rooms, and curiously turned his head toward the noise.
"Alright." he heard, stepping forward to make out the words better. "I'm set...I just need to wait for my roommates."
He took this as an invitation to speak, walking over to the door and peeking inside. He spotted a dark skinned boy, immediately assuming it was this 'Ken' character. Unless Victoria turned out to be the boy and Ken was the girl, but he highly doubted that.
"Wait no more." He couldn't help but grin a cocky grin, so like his father's it sometimes shocked him in the mirror. "The best has arrived. Name's James."
As he spoke, his eyes flicked up and did a quick scan of the room. Only one bed, which meant, James assumed, that there were three rooms. Certainly, this guy wouldn't choose the single room, considering that a girl lived with them.
Not that James would be disappointed to room with a girl, but his mother had always taught him to not be a complete raging pervert, and his sister Piper had taught him that close quarters with certain girls on certain days of the month was not a good idea.
"You're Ken, then?" He continued, looking back down at his paper as if he needed to reference it. He didn't.
He wondered if Ken even knew their other roommate was a girl. He wasn't sure what information the school gave out regularly, since his mother had decided to mother him to death before releasing him into the school grounds on his own. She'd drawn him a map and told him his roommates names, made him swear on her tome that he wouldn't make unwelcome advances on this Victoria girl, and kissed him goodbye. That he could have done without - as much as he loved his mom, he was a little too old to be having her kiss his cheeks when he left. It was bad enough that she taught here; he didn't need to be teased for her babying him all the time on top of them giving him grief for her being a teacher. Not that he didn't know how to handle bullies. He just didn't want to get in s**t for fighting on his first day.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 9:52 pm
"Yup Im Ken. You said your name is james right?" He asked holding his hand out to shake. "Sorry about taking this room for myself. Its just that im kind of messy and I need a lot of leg space." He said giving a grin.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 10:48 pm
James chuckled, reaching out to take the hand that was offered.
"Yup. I did say it was James." His grip was firm, and confident. He shook, then let go, shifting his bag on his shoulder.
"I understand what you mean about leg room. I had to share a room with my little brother for a bit. Sucked. a**. I'll just go grab one of the other rooms." He grinned again. "Just figured I'd introduce myself first."
He gave Ken a little salute, half turning away from the door. "By the way. Glad to see one of my roomie's is friendly. I'd hate to be stuck with someone who sucked!" He strode off toward the next door he saw, which he assumed to be a second single bedroom,
"Here's hoping that other girl, Victoria, isn't a frigid b***h, yeah?" He said sunnily, pushing open the door and stepping inside.
Inside, he saw, there were two beds.
This was where he stopped, and stared, not entirely sure of what to do. Frowning, he backed out of the room once more, peeking around to make sure he hadn't missed a door.
But, no. This was the only other bedroom. And it was a double. Meaning...
"Well, s**t. Uh. Dude?" He stuck his head back into the hall, in the direction of Ken's room.
"I...think you might have the wrong room there. This one, uh. It's a double. And not that I have anything against sharing with a girl, but..uh. Don't think I'm allowed." Plus, he'd be in some serious pain if he did. Meaning his mother would come here, find out, and turn him over her knee as if he were three.
"s**t. Who designs a dorm with not enough rooms?" He glowered at the room as if it were it's fault it wasn't two separate ones. "Maybe this is the wrong house..?"
He was just thinking out loud, now. And, he was probably thinking wrong. There was a double and a single, which meant they had at least prepared three beds for three tenants.
s**t. This wasn't shaping out to be as awesome as he'd first thought.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 11:04 pm
Ken looked at James and sighed. "Well I'll room with you I guess." Ken said he just finished setting up his computer and sighed. "But be warned I have a habit of late night gaming and moving watching." Ken chuckled. "So which is it? A girl or a guy that barely sleeps?" He smiled as he waited for the answer.
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 7:50 am
"Guy." James said instantly, not needing to think about it. He had his reasons, he thought, dropping his bag on one of the nearest beds. He didn't think he needed to tell Ken that his mom was here. At least, not yet. If he asked, James didn't see the point in lying, considering that if Ken's abilities ranged into the magical he'd probably be seeing his mother at some point.
"Damn, man, I'm sorry about this. Do you, uh...need any help moving stuff over into this room...?" He scratched the back of his head, looking over at Ken apologetically. He didn't want this guy to hate him for ripping him out of his room; he just didn't think it was proper to share a room with a girl you hadn't even met yet. When your mother was around. Plus, James had no plans on trying to sleep with this girl. If he did, he was sure that the atmosphere around the house would get a little awkward.
And it was probably best to give her a room of her own anyways. Girls, if his sister was any example, were real touchy about some things. He was pretty sure she wouldn't like it if she moved in and found that they'd selfishly stuck her in a room with one of them.
If she moved in, of course. James hadn't seen her yet, and he wondered when she was gonna get here. Probably soon, but maybe not.
Who cared. Hadn't he been doing something? Oh, right. Offering to help Ken.
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 8:51 am
"Alright I guess. I just don't understand why you wouldn't want to room with a girl. That's like almost every guy's dream in high school and college dream." Ken began disconnecting his computer and carried into the other room. This room was actually a lot bigger but it's probably because of the two beds. "I call left side." He said smiling as he put his computer on the left side of the room. He left again to get the rest of his bags. "I know you offered to help but it's okay....I kind of don't like people touching my bags. Especially when I have something important inside." He said as he went back to his new room and placed more bags full of clothes and personal items on his new bed. "Just needs a few posters and it'll be just like home.....besides the fact that there's another guy in here." He joked. "But at least I made a new friend....I think."
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 3:20 pm
"I know. My dad'll probably smack me for passing up that opportunity." James chuckled, setting to taking out his own things and placing them up around the room. "But it'd get awkward if something happened with her, you know? Plus..." He shrugged. "I'd rather not get in s**t for it."
With his mom. Not the school. He didn't mind getting in trouble with the school itself. It wouldn't be the first time, and he highly doubted that they would do anything really bad to him. His mom, on the other hand? Well, she'd once turned a boy who was bothering Piper into a toad and kept him in the living room in a tank for a while. She'd turned him back eventually, of course, but still.
"Alright. I understand not wanting people touching your things." That reason had been why James had left most of his expensive or special items at home. "I'll leave it all alone." He offered another smile, stowing his clothes away in one of the dressers of the room.
He only seemed to have one bag, but an impossibly large amount of things kept coming out of it. Clothes, notebooks, CD's (mostly of a particular band called Body Contact), electronics, blankets, food- and, finally, he reached in and began to pull out what looked like a guitar case.
There was a bit of a struggle as he pulled it through the mouth, cursing it and swearing when the hinges pf the case got stuck; but, he managed to get it out, and set it almost reverently beside his bed.
"There. I think that's everything..." He stopped as he heard Ken speaking and looked over once more, grinning.
"I hope so. I'd like to think I'm a likable fellow. I'm sure we'll get on great." He said, flopping down on his bed and adjusting the pillow beneath his head. "So long as you don't have anything against a little bit of sound, we'll be fine. Can't stand it being dead silent anywhere."
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 4:27 pm
"Hey man it's cool. I usually sleep with the t.v on." Ken said as he sat on his bed. "So I think we'll get along just fine." He continued as he started putting his clothes away. He had a lot of hoodies and t-shirt that he put away. "So what are you majoring in? If you don't mind me asking?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 7:25 pm
 xxxxxx"ɩ'ts impossible." said Pride.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"ɩt's risky." said Experience. `•.¸¸.•´´¯`•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`•• .¸¸.•´ •·.·´¯`·.·•Say what you need to say.•·.·´¯`·.·• "Gaaaah!" she pulled her luggage across the hall. Why did she have such a habit as over packing? She had to lug it all the way here, not to mention she woke up late. She looked up at the dorm number before taking out a key from her pocket. She stuck it in the lock, took in a breath, and opened the door slowly, peeking her head in. There were to people already there. Two guys. She was sharing with guys? Well... maybe she should have read the extra information instead of just her room number and the map...
"U-um..." she stuttered, the door opening all the way, caught off guard by the news. But shook her head rapidly, coming back to reality. She was being rude. "Hello. I'm Victoria." she said, tugging on the tip of her hat sheepishly. "This is Magnolia Dorm, correct?" she asked, even though she was pretty sure she hadn't gotten it wrong. So she went to her bag, and picked it up with two hands, lugging it past the doorway, her short form struggling before she puffed out a breath when she reached her destination. "I hope I'm not intruding on anything." she gave an apologetic smile towards the two, then shut the door before turning to them. •·.·´¯`·.·•I'll be there to listen.•·.·´¯`·.·• `•.¸¸.•´´¯`•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`•• .¸¸.•´ "ɩt's pointless." said Reason.
"ʛive it a try." whispered the Heart.xxxxxxxx (( Sorry guys, I didn't even notice the notification. So many. >.< Won't happen again, promise! Though, I've got school tomorrow... oo;;; ))
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 8:12 pm
"Sup I'm Ken and this is James." Ken said waving at Victoria. "And it's not intruding if you live here so it's no problem." He continued. He walked towards the girl and picked up her bag. "Here I'll help you to your room. Me and James took the double bed rooms already so you'll just have a room to yourself." He said smiling as he carried the bag to the room.
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 8:28 pm
xxxxxx"ɩ'ts impossible." said Pride.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"ɩt's risky." said Experience. `•.¸¸.•´´¯`•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`•• .¸¸.•´ •·.·´¯`·.·•Say what you need to say.•·.·´¯`·.·• "It's nice to meet you both." she smiled lightheartedly, and then watched as the guy named Ken picked up her bag for her. "Oh, no. I can take it..." she started to say, but he had already picked it up. Her wand started to poke out of the zipper, and then she groaned to herself. She was so stupid sometimes! She could've just used the spell to move her bag! She sighed, but smiled at his kindness, "Thank you." she said with the smile, and then listened as he said the two had already taken the double bedrooms, leaving her with the single. "Oh, really? Wow. Thanks!" she smiled in excitement, following him to her room, walking past the dining table/living room and kitchen on the way. It was pretty generous of them to let her have the only one bedroom. She gave the one named James a smile as they passed by him.
•·.·´¯`·.·•I'll be there to listen.•·.·´¯`·.·• `•.¸¸.•´´¯`•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.•´´¯`•• .¸¸.•´
"ɩt's pointless." said Reason.
"ʛive it a try." whispered the Heart.xxxxxxxx
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 8:46 pm
"It is no problem at all." Ken said as he continued to carry her bag. "It was going to be my room at first but james talked me out of it." He said with a little anger in his voice. Ken was actually the tallest in the room and wanted the leg space in that room. But James was right, a girl should have her own space.
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 2:59 pm
[[Ha, not a problem. I'm going to be busy with my own school, so I totally understand. : ) ]]
"Little bit of music, little bit of magic. Mostly magic, though. Illusions." James lifted one hand and allowed five sparks of magic to dance along each of his fingers. His eyes were narrowed in concentration as they shaped into little fireworks, exploding before disappearing in a puff of nothingness.
"How about yo-" His question was cut off by the sound of a key in the lock, and stuck his head out of the bedroom door to see what was going on. It seemed that the girl, Victoria, was here.
"H'lo" He grinned at her, waving slightly. "You got the right dorm, and there really ain't nothin' goin' on in here to interrupt." He echoed what Ken had said, standing up and walking out to watch the dark skinned boy carry her bags into her room. He shot Victoria a sunny grin in return as she walked by him, leaning against the door frame of he and Ken's bedroom.
"Seemed only right. You're a girl, an' I figure you'd need your privacy. I'd do the same for my sister." He paused. "Actually, I'd probably do something terrible to her room, and then let her have it. But she's my sister." He grinned again, then rolled his eyes at the anger in Ken's voice.
"Oh, don't get your tits in a tangle. It's the chivalrous thing to do. Plus, if you're worried about room-" He gave another brilliant grin. "Ain't like I take up much space!" It was one of the rare moments where James was willing to poke fun at his height; or rather, the lack thereof. As far as he was concerned, he was occasionally allowed to point it out. Anyone else?
So not allowed.
"But if you wanna deal with the professors coming in and tearing a strip offa our hides, be my guest." He shrugged. "I think you'll have to fight her for it, though. Seems she's taken a shine to the place."
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