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 Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2014 10:59 am
Yukio & Ixen's RoomBathroomKitchenLiving room
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2014 11:42 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx  “People with BPD are like people with third degree burns over 90% of their bodies.
Yukio was roaming around the school looking for his dorm, he had a small piece of paper telling him where to go. While he was heading to the dorm, he flipped the piece of paper at the back to see his roommate's name. He had a dumfound look on his face. He had trouble pronouncing it and just gave up and will ask the boy when he gets here. He final made it to the door and used his foot to open it since he was holding his backpack, a big book and was handcuffed. Then entered the room.
He immediately dropped his and headed for the couch and did a floop on his back. He sighed in relief then placed the big book on the coffee table. He stood up and looked around, This is nice...this is very nice~ then started to run around the dorm like a lunatic.
Lacking emotional skin, they feel agony at the slightest touch or movement.” O.O.C:
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2014 2:25 pm
 Ixen Bereth▁▂▃▅▆▇▉▊▋▍▎▏▎▍▋▊▉▇▆▅▃▂▁Paper and key in one hand, Ixen carefully walked down the hall with his suitcase rolling behind him. He looked at the numbers on the doors and compared them to the one on his paper. After a little while of walking, he came to a stop. "Aha!" He celebrated his victory quietly. After getting out the key and going to unlock the door, he discovered that someone had already done so and perhaps forgot to lock it behind them or just preferred to keep it that way. He froze as he could have sworn he heard footsteps coming from within the dorm. I guess he's already here... He was partly sad and partly happy by this fact. He liked the idea of being the first but it would save the anxiety of having to wait to discover who this Yukio person was. Or, at least that's what they were called on the paper he was given. Ixen took a deep breath in and out. Just open the door, just open the door, Why was this so hard for him? just open the door, just open the door. It took him a couple of seconds but he finally turned the hand he had placed on the knob and opened the door. Ixen, cheeks red from nervousness, took one step into the dorm's living room and found a person running around the dorm with his hands together, presumably handcuffed. He didn't quite know how to react. Should he laugh? Should he join in and run with him just for kicks? Should he say something? Should he just ignore him and go straight to his room? Ixen had no idea. His frozen, confused, and nervous expression soon turned into a calm, kind half smile. "I-I, uh... Hi." He managed to get out with a small wave hello. "Are you... Yukio?" It was an obvious question but one never knew. Perhaps he would have preferred to go by a different name or maybe this wasn't Yukio. Maybe he just broke in and started running around. Well, whatever. Conversation started; mission accomplished. ▁▂▃▅▆▇▉▊▋▍▎▏▎▍▋▊▉▇▆▅▃▂▁☆Where am I?: my dorm
☆☆With whom?: my dorm mate...? I think...
☆☆☆Out.Of.Cake.: xD OMG, they're gonna be such good buddies! ^^ thanks for making the topic thing!! I got some cell service so I'll be able to post here and there. (If the wind is blowing in the right direction, it's actually pretty decent... xD)
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2014 2:37 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx “People with BPD are like people with third degree burns over 90% of their bodies.
Yukio stopped on his tracks when he saw a boy with red hair and the eyes to much. He walked towards the when he said his name, he nodded his head. That's me and you must be...um Ix- how do you say your name before I embarrass myself? he asked with a friendly smile. He didn't want to get the boy's name wrong the way he says it, it'll become embarrassing and disappointing. He stared at Ixen with his memorizing eyes as he waited for his response.
Lacking emotional skin, they feel agony at the slightest touch or movement.” O.O.C: No problem ^•^
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 9:10 am
Ixen Bereth▁▂▃▅▆▇▉▊▋▍▎▏▎▍▋▊▉▇▆▅▃▂▁Ixen's gentle smile grew as the boy in front of him confirmed that he was indeed the same Yukio mentioned on the paper he held in his hand. He couldn't help but laugh a little when he had asked how to pronounce his name. "It's Ixen. Like Vixen in that Christmas song but without the v." He explained, referring to the part in Rudolf The Red-Nosed Reindeer when they list the other reindeer and 'Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, and Vixen' are mentioned. Maybe that reference was a lost cause but it wasn't like he could turn time back now. Unless Yukio knew the song, he might have to explain himself. "And, uh... Yeah, that's me." He confirmed incase he was wondering. Although it was probably a little to obvious by now. But there was no such thing as implied anything when you're socially awkward, nervous, and oblivious to... Well, anything that would make a person a social butterfly. Sure, Ixen knew stuff but not like the average joe would. The only world he knew was his family and the ways of his village and anything outside of that was a little odd to him. As his mind wandered off and the room remained silence for a second or a few, Ixen's gaze wandered around the room was well. Eventually he spotted the handcuffs on Yukio. Well, he had spotted them before but he was only just now bringing them to question. "Do you, uh... D-do you need help getting out of those?" He offered, gesturing to the hands he held cuffed together with a slightly worried expression. Either Yukio was a nut job, a criminal, or he happened upon them and managed to get stuck in them. Ixen was hoping that the answer was the latter although he supposed he could live with the other two. It would at least make his life a little more exciting... ▁▂▃▅▆▇▉▊▋▍▎▏▎▍▋▊▉▇▆▅▃▂▁☆Where am I?: My Dorm
☆☆With whom?: Yukio
☆☆☆Out.Of.Cake.:
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 9:22 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx “People with BPD are like people with third degree burns over 90% of their bodies.
Yukio made this face -> 'o' or made his mouth shape like an O in realization on how to pronounce the red head's name. Vixen, Ixen! he said then had an idea on what Ixen could wear whenever there is a Halloween party, he smirked at the thought. He had a confused look on his face when Ixen asked him a question, Get out of what? he said puzzled then looked down at the handcuff. He was silent for a moment then looked at for awhile at Ixen until a wind blew by. Please do! These things are killing me! Get these things off! he cried out pleading for Ixen's assistant.
Lacking emotional skin, they feel agony at the slightest touch or movement.” O.O.C: Sorry had a lot of grammar errors
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2014 9:00 am
Ixen Bereth▁▂▃▅▆▇▉▊▋▍▎▏▎▍▋▊▉▇▆▅▃▂▁Ixen couldn't help but chuckle at Yukio repeating the two names. He had a nice feeling about their relationship being good. He seemed friendly and funny, so they'd probably get along at least. Ixen looked equally confused when Yukio had inquired about what he could be referring to. Did he not see or feel the handcuffs around his wrists? They looked like they were pretty tightly fastened on there too... Perhaps he just forgot about them. Yeah, that sounded like something that would happen. Ixen might forget they were on his wrists too, if he had them on for a long time. Once Yukio connected the dots Ixen grinned, stifling a chuckle. He took a step forward to him, letting go of the suitcase that he had been holding the whole time, and took a look at the handcuffs around Yukio's wrists. "Hmm..." He hummed unconsciously, trying to figure out the cuffs. These were clearly not toys--they were the real deal. He took Yukio's wrists in his own, inspecting the cuffs. "These are not a kind I've seen before..." He mumbled. Where was the lock? Was there even a lock at all? These were so strange... Upon handling the metal cuffs, he found the lock. "Oh! Here's the lock!" He thought aloud. Wow, it was so small! He reached into his pocket and pulled out a paper clip which he ever so conveniently has put there not too long ago. Then he stuck one end of the unbent paper clip into the lock and moved it around. It only took a couple of seconds to undo the lock. "There you go~! Oh, dear... Those bruises look like they hurt..." He worried, looking at the bruises in Yukio's wrists from the tight handcuffs. He looked up at Yukio with a curious expression, tempted to ask why he had those on. But he barely knew the guy and so he would not want to pry at information that he was not entitled to. Instead, he smiled at Yukio again and offered, "Would you like something for those bruises? … Some ice maybe?"▁▂▃▅▆▇▉▊▋▍▎▏▎▍▋▊▉▇▆▅▃▂▁☆Where am I?: Dorm
☆☆With whom?: Yukio
☆☆☆Out.Of.Cake.: Aaaannndddd, I'm back! ^^ I just barely survived my horribly annoying aunt... *sigh*
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2014 9:14 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx “People with BPD are like people with third degree burns over 90% of their bodies.
Yukio's eyes light up like fireworks at the fourth of July when Ixen freed him from the cuffs. He rub his wrists then looked at Ixen, he shook his head and chuckle. Don't worry my dear boy I'll be fine, I've been through worst. he said with a bright smile. You don't want to know. He rewarded Ixen with a grizzly bear hug, it's the least he could do so far until he figures out a way to repay him. Wait... he said then pulled away from Ixen slightly looking into his red eyes. How did you know how to do that? Are you secretly a prisoner and is disguise as a student to assassinate the principal or the whole student body? he guessed.
Lacking emotional skin, they feel agony at the slightest touch or movement.” O.O.C: *pats your back* But you have survived...
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2014 10:07 am
Ixen Bereth▁▂▃▅▆▇▉▊▋▍▎▏▎▍▋▊▉▇▆▅▃▂▁Ixen smiled when Yukio said that that he'd be fine. Good, he'd hate to see his new room mate in pain. But at the mention of him going through worse things, he began to wonder what exactly that was. And, perhaps he didn't want to know... Once again, it wasn't his business to know--not yet, anyway. As he was stuck in his thoughts, he felt Yukio's arms wrapped around him in a hug. Ixen was more or less frozen with shock and a blush crept its way to his cheeks. The blush had yet to disappear when Yukio pulled away from him slightly and asked him how he knew that. At his question, he laughed. "Ah, no. That would be really cool though..." He laughed once more. Ixen? An assassin? That was pretty funny. "It's sort of a long story... But, uh... Long story short, the village I'm from was attacked a couple years ago by hunters and lots of people were put in handcuffs. A few of my friends and I figured out how to get them unlocked and we helped free the people who were locked up." He explained. "The lock was in a different place than these ones though, and they were much bigger." He continued. Before too long, he remembered that Yukio was still clinging onto him and his blush reappeared again. "Ah... C-could you let go of me now p-please?" He asked, looking Yukio straight in the eye with a nervous smile. Did he have two differently colored eyes? How interesting... ▁▂▃▅▆▇▉▊▋▍▎▏▎▍▋▊▉▇▆▅▃▂▁☆Where am I?: Dorm
☆☆With whom?: Yukio
☆☆☆Out.Of.Cake.:
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2014 10:31 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx “People with BPD are like people with third degree burns over 90% of their bodies.
Yukio raised a questionable eyebrow at Ixen explanation. Hunters? Why would hunters capture people? Don't they capture animals or something?. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out then slightly shook his head. He gave the redheaded boy a grin, Oh, that's the reason for a second there I thought you were part of the black ops too. he said with a nod. He sometimes he judged people by their appearance in a different way. Take Ixen for example he looks kind and innocent to most people's eyes but Yukio seems him the opposite way around like secretive and deadly, guess he was wrong...maybe.
Yukio blinked a few times when Ixen asked him to let go him. Oh! he realized, he let go of Ixen then scratched at the back of his head while making a nervous laugh. Sorry about that.. He notice Ixen's blush then started to chuckle. Ixen, I think you're red enough already. he teased as he continued to laugh as he walked to the bedroom with his hands inside his pockets.
Lacking emotional skin, they feel agony at the slightest touch or movement.” O.O.C:
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2014 11:00 am
Ixen Bereth▁▂▃▅▆▇▉▊▋▍▎▏▎▍▋▊▉▇▆▅▃▂▁Ixen noticed Yukio's confusion and could guess why he was confused. It would probably make more sense if he told him that he was a dragon but, for now, he'd keep that to himself. He laughed at his mention of black ops. "Hehe, no. That would be sort of neat though..." He said, thinking about what that sort of life would lead. It'd be very interesting, that's for sure. Full of action and such. Ixen let out a light sigh as Yukio let go of him. "It's okay--don't worry about it." He assured him, his blush was just starting to fade when Yukio mentioned it which only made it do the exact opposite. He let out a nervous laugh. Oh, why was he so easy to embarrass and so quick to blush? He wished that it was something he could control. Well, the embarrassed thing was in his control and he knew that but the blushing was not something he could control. He picked up his suitcase and followed Yukio into the bedroom, seeing the two beds. "Do you have a preference on which bed you're in?" He asked before he dropped his bag down, placing it in the corner of the room. Eh, he could unpack later. ▁▂▃▅▆▇▉▊▋▍▎▏▎▍▋▊▉▇▆▅▃▂▁☆Where am I?: My Dorm
☆☆With whom?: Yukio
☆☆☆Out.Of.Cake.:
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2014 11:20 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx “People with BPD are like people with third degree burns over 90% of their bodies.
Yukio sat on the bed which was on the ground, I can take this one. he said with a smile as he lied down and hugged the pillow. It has been a long time he was in a very comfortable bed not like the beds in the mental hospital or the asylum were any worse it's just that when you sleep and wake in the morning you would find someone actually watching you sleep which will creep the hell out of you because one, you never seen him/her before and you know she/he is one of the patient and probably was holding a knife or anything that could cut flesh. Well Yukio will have no problems tonight and will sleep like a baby.
Yukio didn't unpack his stuff yet seeing that his suitcase is in the closet and didn't even bother to hang up his clothes yet. He looked at Ixen Feel free to explore our domain. he said in a dramatic voice spreading his arms out wide, then raised one finger. Just don't run in the bathroom... he said solemnly surprisingly serious all of a sudden.
Lacking emotional skin, they feel agony at the slightest touch or movement.” O.O.C:
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2014 12:25 pm
Ixen Bereth▁▂▃▅▆▇▉▊▋▍▎▏▎▍▋▊▉▇▆▅▃▂▁Ixen nodded at Yukio's decision. "Okay." He said in reply as he walked up the small stairs that led to the higher bed and sat on his bed, noticing the picture hung right beside there. ... Well, it wasn't too weird, that's for sure. It was a comfy bed, just how he liked it. Yeah, he could get used to this. Ixen held back a chuckle at Yukio's dramatic way of speaking but then was shocked by the sudden seriousness in his expression. Well... he must not have really wanted him to run into the bathroom... "Oh... O-okay. I won't. I think I'll explore a little later." He said with a smile. He was a little tired from traveling and needed some down time. Besides, he enjoyed getting to know Yukio. He seemed like a pretty nifty guy. Then, moments later, the flier that he'd seen on his way to the dorms saying something about a ball came to his mind. "Oh, hey. Did you hear about that masquerade ball going on?" He asked. He wasn't sure if he wanted to go, especially since he'd be a little late and he didn't have a mask or anything to wear but it made for a good conversation topic. ▁▂▃▅▆▇▉▊▋▍▎▏▎▍▋▊▉▇▆▅▃▂▁☆Where am I?: Dorm
☆☆With whom?: Yukio
☆☆☆Out.Of.Cake.:
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2014 4:20 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx “People with BPD are like people with third degree burns over 90% of their bodies.
Yukio's face was against the pillow enjoying the soft touch against his cheek. He slowly rose his head up then turned towards his roommate when he asked him a question. The massacre ball? I would go but I'm too young to go yet. he said, then laid his head back on the pillow. He didn't hear Ixen question very well because some things goes on inside his head that affects his hearing and switch around some words what the other has said mostly words you would never expect him to say sometimes. Just give him some time to finish processing. . .
Yukio raised his head again Wait, you said masquerade oh...what's that? he asked, he had never went to any event that involves him wearing something formal like wearing a suit or a tuxedo except for funerals.
Lacking emotional skin, they feel agony at the slightest touch or movement.” O.O.C:
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2014 12:39 pm
Ixen Bereth▁▂▃▅▆▇▉▊▋▍▎▏▎▍▋▊▉▇▆▅▃▂▁Ixen looked slightly confused at Yukio interpretation of the question. Did he mishear him? When he asked him to explain a masquerade, he smiled. "It's the same as a regular ball but everyone wears decorative masks. Then people take their masks off at the end." He explained. Ixen thought for a second. "They're tons of fun--there's lots of music and dancing and everyone is dressed up in formal clothing." He added. Ixen liked the idea of balls and dances and such. But, again, he didn't have a mask... Or anything nice enough to wear. Well, maybe he'd pass with a nice shirt and dress pants but that didn't feel like enough to him. No, if Ixen was going to ball he would need a real suit or tux. Something really nice. He sighed at the thought. Oh well, if Yukio wasn't dying to go then he'd be alright. He was tired, anyway. ▁▂▃▅▆▇▉▊▋▍▎▏▎▍▋▊▉▇▆▅▃▂▁☆Where am I?: Dorm
☆☆With whom?: Yukio
☆☆☆Out.Of.Cake.:
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