Mirrors and Clocks

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Largo reached the top up the brick staircase, carefully pushing her bangs back to cool off her face. The temperature on the way up was a bit more intense, as the steps were directly in the sunlight--which baked into the mortar. When she reached the small platform she opened the heavy black door to the dormitory hallways. It was a shortcut that most people who've been around a while knew. She held the door open, allowing the cool air to flow out as she waited for the group to file in. Dmytri apologized again and it seemed obvious between them that she should be the one to speak up. She wasn't exactly sure anything needed to be said, but at the least she felt obligated to acknowledge his words.


"I didn't mind." she finally said as he trailed up the stairs with everyone else. She didn't specify on what she didn't mind, but she did continue to say, "and you only get upset with the people you care about, right?" It was rhetorical and supposed to be a comforting statement. He was very apparently still fretting about the small fight and his sister's opinion, he was a sensitive person indeed.
 
Once again within the room, having nothing to do elsewhere, he returned to laying on the bed. With his arm covering his face, with the elbow just above his nose, he felt actually somewhat relaxed. Somehow he managed to get away from the group and Dmytri. Despite it being their first real day of meeting, he could tell the days ahead were going to be a little meddlesome. Not like he could necessarily complain about a source of entertainment running about. In the end, he was at least worth while, even with the bit of trouble he will probably cause.


Then there is the sister. A plausible power source that was far too unreliable. With the amplification of negative energies completely random, it was very likely it could occur without his previous planning. This would probably invoke him into following whichever dark emotion is the strongest of that moment. Probably the cause of his to be troubles from Dmytri, she was probably going to be the bigger issue. Because, with the relationship between his roommate and her, it was obvious that they would have to collide on multiple accounts.


With a few audible knocks on the door, Ryder sat up, staring at the wooden frame. It was possible that the source was a new room mate. "If they have a room key, why don't they just enter.." Lazily pushing himself up he made his way over to the door, twisting the handle slowly as to enjoy his few last moments of peace.


Upon opening the door he gave a slight twitch of the brow. Apparently trouble had a knack at finding him. "Oh.. The sister, this was unexpected. Dmytri is not currently in." Pushing the door open the rest of the way he moved over to the side. "Otherwise, his bed is the one against the wall." Giving a small glance of indication to the one with the bags on it. Of course within his head he was constantly trying to solve as to why she would come here so soon.


Quickly looking over her once more, he had to wonder if the words were a simple over exaggeration. It could have been to simply get him motivated enough to help Dmytri look for her. "As well, it seems I forced the brother to have an unnecessary level of worry. And seeing as it will annoy me if he is so easily pushed into this situation again. I would prefer if you did not get in a dangerous situation that would cause his reactions. Even if I need to solve it myself, it is better than having annoying surges whilst I relax."


Watching her with arms crossed, he knew that it would be a mistake to drop his guard around her. Even if it was slightly awkward, she would have to be treated like a bomb ready to go off. But the thoughts of having a sister in his presence.. " If it is not too personal. How would you describe the relationship with your brother?"
 
When the door opened Nezumi was taken back by who had answered. She was expecting to see her brother. She wasn't expecting blonde guy who was in the group. As he moved to the side, Nezumi took this as a gesture to enter. She was taken back by the remarks and question. She stood there for a second not knowing how to respond. Don't be a half wit. Say something! She thought to herself. She stared at him for a second blinking at a total loss for words. She slowly entered the room and rolled her eyes as she walked in. Her first impression... Uptight.


"Nice to meet you, as well." She said sarcastically. She paused for a second. She turned around and looked at him. "Sorry... bad day. I-I'm just here to grab my bags.. didn't mean to intrude. I was kind of expecting him, not you." She walked over to Dmytris bed and bent over to look for her bags. She felt a little uneasy. This guy is strange... Interesting but strange nonetheless... After a what seemed like a long and awkward search she managed to find her green combat duffel bag and black drawstring back pack. She flopped down on her brothers bed and sighed. She looked up at the young man.


"My brother can be kind of a weirdo sometimes. What has he said about me? Never mind.. I don't want to know." She trailed off and looked around the room. "and as for my relationship with my brother? I don't know... I guess its a normal relationship. He can be a bit over protective but isn't that how big brothers are? It can get annoying. He thinks I'm not strong enough...." She trailed off again. She got up and walked towards the window. She put her hands on the window sill and looked out at the scenery. "He's always underestimating me." She paused. What a weird guy... She turned around again and stared at him, raising her brow. Her hands crossed behind her back she leaned up against the window sill. "What about you? What's your story?"


(sorry im a little tired but i couldnt not respond to this! lol)
 
((i'll usually post once at about 6:30 (right now) and a few times in the afternoon (around 3-7) so i'll try my best to keep up xD also sorry for the short posts, i'll try to make up for it this afternoon "^^))


Following Largo up the staircase with rusty rails, Alyss heard Dmytri apologize. After Largo responded, Alyss didn't want Dmytri to think she was annoyed by his argument, so she quietly said, "That's okay... Largo's right." When she crossed the threshold of the black door, Alyss saw that the hallways to her left and right were carpeted with a thick red cloth beneath their feet, and odd numbers were on the wall across from her. The numbers got larger as they went to the right; Alyss saw 113, 115, 117... She turned back to Largo while pointing to the ascending numbers and said, "It's this way, right, Largo?"
 
Mixed feelings were coming from this conversation. His guard was even started to drop in the flurry between agitation and annoyance. The information he was hoping to achieve simply wasn't leaking, and even more so she was the younger of the two. The situation just was not similar enough, it was impossible to find the solution through her. "What a waste.." He had no insight as to what a 'normal' relationship between siblings were like. Apparently what he could see was how it was. There were no backstabbing emotions waiting to burst.


"Then you just need to get stronger.." Ryder avoided the question at first, thinking about just how much information he was willing to give out. "It just needs to surpass his flawed logic, right?" To him the past was a more powerful asset to using others than their powers. The capability of twisting emotions by a few simple words. Did he honestly want to give her that kind of power over him?


"My story... What a pathetic thing to converse about." No, it did not really matter if she even had information. Whether she was willing or not, she already had the ability to force some powerful emotions over him. That is of course, if the brother, Dmytri was telling the truth. Until he could solve that, no matter where on the field she stood, it was potentially dangerous for him. Perhaps close, but at an arms length, was the best position so he could have at least a slight amount of control.


Ryder closed the door, feeling that it would bring too bothersome if one were to overhear the conversation. "Without specifics, you are asking for a story too long for either of us to care to hear." Walking across the room to his bed he initially sat down until a small loss of balance caused him to fall back onto it. "Do not blame me for anything lacking to your taste."


Avoiding eye contact with her from this point on, he chose to attempt in focusing all attention to the ceiling. "In my family I have a father, and an older sister. With mother's death, the old man started pushing us into more academic schedules. Thus private schools, a few unwanted ties, and eventually here. As for my sister.." If he thought about it, the situation could probably be seen as the opposite of this girl and Dmytri. "We used to have a decent relationship, some odd twelve years ago."


That's right, if this conversation continued he could freely pry a little bit of information about her. Including whether Dmytri was telling the truth or not about that power. The issue was, how could he bring it about without causing something to lash back out? "If you wanted something better than that. Try actually asking something." His words came a little harsher than he truly meant, but it was true that he did not know exactly what she wanted from 'his story'. "Or will you make an example if I return the mundane question? What is your story, little sister?"


(I post.... Well... With no certain time schedule... )
 
(lol same day off. yay)


Dmytri nodded as acknowledgment. He looked at Largo not sure how to answer that question without revealing too much information about Nezumi and his past.


"Kind of..." He said coolly "My sister and I didnt have the greatest circumstances. We moved around alot, never really made friends. The only family I have is her. What about you guys, What do your families consist of?"


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Nezumi studied the blonde as he moved. She giggled a little bit as he slipped. When she received the information about the big sister, she felt a sudden urge to ask him about it but denied herself. She just met him and didnt want to pry too much.


"...What is your story, little sister?" He asked. She flinched at little sister but figured this guy probably wont stop calling her that and rolled her eyes.


"Ummmm...." She replied as she stretched her arms out and walked towards her brothers bed. She sat down and crossed her legs. "My brother and I never had a stable home I guess. Our father was kind of depressed so he drank a lot. It got worse after our mother left. She told us before she left *she chuckled sadly* "I wish I could take you guys." I was angry,you know? Why didn't she? Anyways... I used to be bullied in school. The other students thought I was "strange and unusual". They were so angry with me. Everywhere I went. I could feel there animosity towards and they didn't even know me. Dmytri was always standing up for me when he could. The scar on Dmytri? That was from me... I wish I could turn back the clock... Wish I had more control..." She wiped a tear from her eye and sniffed back her sob. She threw her head back and forced a smile. She was surprised. She wasn't usually so open with people. She learned how to protect herself from them but this guy. He seemed different. She wondered if he had a power that made people feel comfortable in his presence. It would make sense, she thought to herself, why he didnt feel the need to put up a fake friendly facade. "You're kind of serious, arent you? So what does your "magic" do? I'm a siren, mood sensor and Elemental Manipulator."
 
((Sorry I havn't replied in foreverrrrr >.< I've just been studying for lots of tests... meh.))


"Oh, um, okay...." Lula half-smiled as Nezumi walked away. I wonder if it's my fault.... She said she liked me as a little sister... so am I a bad little sister now? Is that why she left? Lula frowned to herself, but examined the board anyway, because that's what Nezumi told her to do. I wonder if there's anything I can do to make her like me again?


((Short post. I will post longer when an opportunity comes for me to interact with people. Again, sorry for not being on for so long))
 
(Poor Lula.... she is sad. Kind of adorable though... in a way.


HanaChan13 Glad you are back.. ^^)


Ryder kept his gaze to the ceiling, listening carefully to what she would say. He needed to form decent responses to get the actual answers he wanted after all. But it did seem her past was had a few darker turns than his own. This girl also ran into those people that merely 'wanted' things with ease. It's exasperating to deal with people that could not push towards the things they wanted. He didn't even have to deal with this 'bullying' issue, then again, who could really care what another thought if it was only negative.


For a moment he raised his head, a piece of information he was hoping to hear, the scar was in fact from her. And with that, was a wish to turn back time. No matter how much power one had, time was just something that could not be tampered with. It would seem that if this conversation continued with such a heavy mood, she may just break. Thus he was slightly relieved when she herself changed the pace.


"Private schools tend to make one serious. When the people around you study like all hope lies tomorrow, the only choice is to fall in suit. Besides, it can be bothersome to beat around the bush." Though bothersome, not all things could simply be taken head on. However within her little list of 'magic' she failed to note anything about amplifying the negative emotions within herself. Then again, it was probably more of a side effect than an ability used on purpose.


If he were to mention what his power was, would it create mistrust? Then again, did it even matter if one was to harbor poor feelings towards him? With a sigh he continued on, deciding that what was to come would come. It would be a real headache if he stopped to ponder what every little action would cause in something as simple as a conversation. "To put my power in simple terms.. I take on the pain of others, and allow it to take physical form. Though I am not sure if it has any lasting effects on the ones I use. After all, it would be somewhat disgusting for people to see their inner darkness, right? As such, I prefer to remain ignorant as to whose I am using." It seemed he rambled on a little more than he originally intended to. Hopefully it came across as clear however, as he did not want to be bothered to repeat it. On the off chance it could save him a little more time, than an additional couple words could not hurt however. "In other words.. I use the darkness in your heart."


He let a moment pass as he stared at the ceiling. 'Magic', if that is what it was called then his would be seen as taboo or ugly. "At a later date.. I suppose I wouldn't mind seeing your elemental capabilities. After all, it has been known as a showcase power once or twice. As long as I do not have to go out of my way for a viewing of course."
 
(Lula is really cute lol. Makes me want to say Kawaii~! & Good luck on your tests!)


Alyss! Largo smiled at her friend's additional commentary. Alyss was a good person who laid all of her thoughts out on the playing field without regrets. Largo hadn't yet felt the urge to read her thoughts, which she wouldn't do without permission--but it was reassuring. She liked to think that the girl might become a close friend or little sister figure in the future. When they were all inside Largo let the black door ease itself shut behind them, creating a sort of vacuum of cool air as it pushed against the mixing temperatures. The halls were a little darker than outside, so it seemed a little dingy inside until her eyes were able to finish adjusting to the change in lighting.


"It's this way right?" Alyss turned back to ask.


"Yep, just up ahead." She guaranteed. It seemed Dmytri was thinking over what she said before he gave them a little insight into his family relations. When he asked about them in return Largo felt a cold chill run up her spine. It was a subject she hadn't been asked of in a long time and one that she didn't have a pleasant way to answer. "Perhaps that's a story for another day." She smiled halfheartedly and bit her lip to distract old anxious feelings. The truth was that she didn't have any memory at all of her childhood or family if she had one. It was a blank in her past, and a blip in her personality--not something she was confident of speaking about in first meetings. The first memory she has is waking up in a hospital with a grueling chest pain in an unfamiliar country.


With her eyes glazed over as she recollected all the events that brought her here, she almost missed the fact that they had just reached room 123. The low hum of music, vibrating through the door is what brought her back to her present.


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The day was still young but there was nothing to do other than kick back and forget the time. Liam had his bare feet kicked up on a pillow and a book in his lap as he lay back on his unmade bed. He had one hand sitting inside a chip bag and the other propping up the book which he read in earnest. There were plenty of other things he would normally be doing on a day like this, but seeing as his mission group was now utterly relinquished, he had to bare with the boredum that came with sudden unemployment. There was money to last him but not forever, though he hardly worried about such trivial things.


He still wore his grey pajama pants, indicating he hadn't left his room all day, and a navy blue, v-neck t-shirt. He slowly pulled a chip from his bag and placed the whole thing in his mouth without tearing his eyes from the book. The spine of the book read, The Art of Bondage In twisting black letters. Little did he know, with music blaring across the room, that there was a fair amount of shuffling feet casting shadows under his door.


(I have work soon and won't be back till around midnight--sorry for the wait)
 
"That's pretty neat.." She said as she got up off the bed. She grabbed her bags and threw them at the door. "Your powers, that is. Just be careful... Sometimes that darkness is better left where it lies. It might be ugly for both you and the soul that carries it." She smirked at him. She walked slowly towards the door. She let her hand dive into her pocket and pulled out a light. She flicked it catching the spark in her hand. "Pssst..." She opened her hand and a little fireball shot out of her palm. It raced towards the young man and stopped a few feet in front of his face. It broke like a miniscule firework but without the ashes. "There's a tiny "show case" for you. Manipulators are more than showy, though. Just ask Dmytri." She bent over to pick her backpack up and heaved it onto her shoulder. She grabbed the strap of her duffel and kicked it out of the way of the door.


"I should get going... My roommate should be back by now..." She looked at the young man. " I didnt mean to intrude and about earlier... I'm not a spaz and I feel a little embarrassed about my behaviour in the courtyard. If I gave the wrong impression I'm sorry... then again if you dont want to accept my apology you can shove it." She chuckled. She reached to open the door but paused a second. "What's your name? Unless you told me already and I forgot" 
Dmytri nodded. He never liked to snoop in others personal business. It wasn't like him besides it was their business, not his. He followed behind til the group stopped 2 doors down from his room. He waved a motion towards the group. He walked away towards his door.


"I'll be right back.. Just going to tell my roommate something." He waved back at the group.
 
Returning the short smirk, he honestly felt a small pressure become lifted. Someone else seemed to carry a likeness to their thoughts on his power. The events to come out of these sibling would be rather amusing if things continued much like this. As if to confirm his thoughts, only a small warning was issued before a small ball of fire was launched in his direction. Some of the heat would greet him despite the fire having vanished. "Only I can be my own judge.", he shot back to her comment. Very amusing.


With this confrontation coming to a close, Ryder took the chance to push himself further up onto the bed. "This particular intrusion can be forgiven, as I was at least mildly entertained." Now with his head properly meeting the pillows he watched her for the last few moments. It was a dangerous, but somewhat worthwhile encounter. At least he could confirm one or two things, as well work on his 'social skills'.


"Ryder. And you are not incorrect, we have not exchanged names. And perhaps I will just 'shove it'. As I will not accept a needless apology. After all, it is in my interest to see all sides of those around me. Though if I may request, even if it is a mundane or overly used term. Be careful, or finish the issues quickly, little sister.... As I would be troubled if Dmytri brought me along on another manhunt."


Giving his head a light scratch, he tried to focus on the far wall rather than the girl. He couldn't allow small seeds of friendship to exist, so he would merely hide behind a few deceptive walls from her, the rest of the students, and also himself. With the forcing of emotions using past memories, his effortless stare turned into a cold glare. Why am I allowing myself to take such foolish actions..
 
((hope Alyss's past isn't too cliché-y...))


Upon hearing Largo's confirmation, Alyss turned to the right and counted the doors until they stopped at the door with the gold-colored metal numbers "119" nailed to the dark wooden door. Relieved that Largo had deflected Dmytri's question about the past and individual history, Alyss turned away slightly and angled her face away from the group.


It had been four, maybe five years since she had been separated from her family. Well, technically she ran away. Alyss was from a family of French nobility, and a family that constantly suppressed her and would not let her be normal. Her father was "too busy to bother himself with trivial matters", as her mother always told her, and would often leave for weeks on end and ignore Alyss. Alycia Trieste, as Alyss was formerly known, was an unwanted child. The head of the Trieste family had already had one son, and wanted another to increase his status and the likelihood of his name being carried down. When Alycia was born, he tried to convince her mom to leave her or disown her. However, Alyss's mother wouldn't give up the child. When her parents divorced when Alyss was 12, her father remarried. He was originally was glad to be rid of Alyss. However, as time wore on, he lost his aristocratic status by getting thrown in jail for drunk driving and crashing one of his cars. The latest news Alyss has heard of her dad was that his second wife had divorced him.


She counted the doors until they stopped at the door with the gold-colored metal numbers "123" nailed to the dark wooden door. Then Alyss heard music pounding through the walls and door of room 123. I wonder how many naps this is ruining... I like the song, though.


 
((Oitetment sorry I didn't respond ;n; i just reread your post and realized i didn't say anythign to it))


Dominick turned from the relatively docile bear and looked at the man, who still looked very shaken. Then he saw a small pile of fur in the corner, under an overturned bed. The fur was moving. "I think you did take this bear's cub..." Careful so as to not be bitten, Dominick walked over to the bed and lifted up a corner of it. The little bear cub wandered out from under the mattress and then, seeing its mom, barreled over to the large grizzly. "Well... next time, don't let a cub follow you home?" That really didn't take that long... hopefully he'll still pay us.
 
Nezumi sighed and shook her head. She chuckled a little bit.


"Hello Ryder. Nice to meet you." She stated as she threw her heavy duffel bag out the door. "Just so you know... You're whole "dark and broody" thing doesnt phase me and as for your request.. Ill try my best with Dmytri." She smiled as she left. If he thought his sour mood was going to intimidate her, he had another thing coming. She started her long journey back to her room which just so happened to be on the complete opposite side of the dormitory. She had a lot to think about though. The mysterious young man named Ryder. He was hard to figure out... 
Dmytri was walking towards the door when he noticed it open. Nezumi walked out and started walking away down the hall into the opposite direction. She looked like she was in a better mood. He stood there and watched her leave. He debated calling out to her but figured he should just leave it alone. Her mood could turn due north quickly. He turned around and rejoined the group.


"Never mind..."
 
((oh god haven't posted in so long oh god oh god


no but for real I went to the doctah and then fell asleep sorry @.@))


As Jack followed the others down the hall of many dorms, he listened to Alyss talk of her powers. He was immersed in mystified thoughts about her capabilities. Wow. She seems pretty cool. She's kinda cute too.... He paused when she said her age. ....Aaaaaand I feel like a pedophile..


"I thought we could actually talk about this all at once when we have everyone together." Jack shot a low glare at Largo for cutting his interests short. Just when things were getting interesting, he thought. Jack could feel the sun blazing at him outside. He nonchalantly pulled his hoodie off, revealing his chiseled, barely-covered-by-a-manly-white-tank-top torso. He slung his hoodie over his shoulder, but something odd happened as the group shuffled into North Wing.


With the heat getting to him, his powers felt a little moody, and the metallic rail of the stairwell felt like it was clinging to his hand on his way up. Though this was hardly normal, he didn't particularly respond to it as to not cause panic among the group. When they finally entered the next hallway, Jack sighed in the relief of letting go of it successfully. Heh..


Responding to Demi Tree and following up Alyss's kind concerns, he added "I didn't really notice.." Then again, I don't really care. When Tree continued to say, "What about you guys, What do your families consist of?", Jack let out an ill-humored chuckle. Seeing that Largo had dropped a question on the ground once more, he decided it was the perfect time to throw it back in her face. Let's see her reaction..


"Dead people," he laughed, moving in front of Largo to knock on room 123. This music has nostalgia written all over it..
 
It was only when he was positive that the door closed behind her, that he averted his gaze to it. Seemingly glaring at the door, making absolute sure that no one was entering before dropping his guard once again. "Nezumi, right?" At least, that was what the brother said on a few previous occasions. "If she does not want to give her name herself, then nicknames it is.." If he did not know any better, he would probably go the lengths to say the two siblings were purposefully pushing him into trivial matters.


Pushing himself up into a sitting position, he began to debate whether or not to check if lunch was available. And with the minutes simply passing by, it felt like a waste. Relaxation within the room simply was not going as he had originally planned, and with the noises from the hall, how was it possible to rest easily. Being in a new environment was affecting him after all. Walking for the door, Ryder retrieved the small room key from his pocket. Upon exiting, he would lock the door, place it back in his pocket, and walk away with complete disregard as to who was around him.


Of course, his first stop would be none other than the almost empty cafeteria, where as nothing seemed to be occurring other than the normal get together of friends. Most commotion probably died down due to the jobs being accepted. It would appear that the crowds from earlier in the morning just disappeared with the wind. The freedom to move around was quite apparent at this given time. As such, he chose to continue along with his little walk. Perhaps a small job to kill some time would not hurt...
 
Alyss was shocked to hear Jack say that his family consisted of "dead people" so nonchalantly. She saw Dmytri change his mind about going to his room when his little sister came out. Alyss walked over to him to try to console him. She said, "It's okay, she'll get over it." She hoped she didn't sound like she was belittling him by trying to comfort him. Playing with the hem of her flow-y blue longsleeve, Alyss watched Jack knock on the door with blasts of music coming from it. She was slightly nervous to meet the kind of person that would play music so loudly in the morning.
 
Unsure of whether Jack's statement was an assumption or an answer, Largo shifted her weight and averted her eyes as he stepped in front of her. He seemed to be a pretty spiteful and sarcastic person. She wouldn't doubt that he'd be another one of those people that constantly tried to break her, even if simply for amusements sake. Speaking of those kinds of people...."I'll let you--"


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Utter silence was one of the strangest characteristics of pausing time, everything you did echoed in your ear to the point of ringing. After hearing the knock, Liam walked to the door and stopped time for quick few seconds. He swung open the door and to his surprise saw his old friend's agitated face and a few other unexpected ones. "Jack!" He exclaimed in the silence, throwing an arm around his frozen friend's neck. It was then that he saw emotionless Largo, creepily staring up at him from the corner of her eyes as he looked over Jack's shoulder. What was that little home wrecker doing here? He frowned down at her stare, she always seemed to be in weird positions like this when he froze time near her. Always looking where he ended up a few seconds later. The little wench was probably reading his thoughts without even knowing it. She always claimed she wouldn't without permission, but how would anyone know. There were others too, none he recognized but he was sure to soon find out. Feeling time pulling on his chains to the point where they might break, he stepped back into his room and closed the door. Time was screaming to move forward and at the end of the fifth second he let it slowly ring back into existence, the external noise and movements melding around him as time regained control.


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"--have some time to meet and greet." Largo finished. She wasn't quite ready to get a load of Liam's probing and prodding comments. "Alyss, Julia" she turned to her new friends, "if you wouldn't mind asking Jack's roommate to join the group, I've got something I need to take care of real quick." She gave a weak smile and added, "I'll be back by the time Jack is settled in" before she turned to leave. If she wasn't preoccupied with building inner walls against Jack and Liam, she might have noticed Dmytri's hasty retreat back to the group or the fact that his sister had just rounded the corner at the end of the hallway. But she passed him in silence, unclenching her white fists as she headed to her room.


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Liam swung open the door once again, this time knowing what to expect. He had forgotten all about that one time in the principle's office where he found Jack's file and filled in his future room number with his own. It was months ago, but he smiled expectantly as he greeted his old pal. "Jack!" he exclaimed for the second time. He poked his friend in the nipple and added, "You're buffer than I remember." He smiled menacingly before glancing around and seeing that Largo was gone. "Where did---" He cut his comment short to avoid unnecessary questions. What a creepy little wench to disappear so quickly. "One day here and I see you've already got fans." He snickered and opened the door to the messy room, satisfied with his teasing greeting.
 
Dmytri looked down at Alyss. He was slightly touched at the comment.


"Thank you for your concern and you're right.. She just needs a little time." He looked back down the hall as Nezumi turned the corner and noticed Largo following suit, looking a little distraught. He turned his attention to the door that had just shut. Those two are definitely a pair of characters. He looked at the rest of the group. Turning his attention to each one. He looked back at Alyss.


"Alyss, right?" Since not much was going on, he figured he should try to get to know the group. "Officially, Dmytri." He put out his hands to shake hers.


Nezumi, dragging her bag behind her made it her mission to get back to the room. She had to do something to get Ryder out of her head. As she turned another corner she came up to her hallway. She thought she heard footsteps behind her but decided to shrug it off as she pulled her key out and unlocked her door. She kicked it open and flung her duffel bag onto her bed. She then proceeded to take her back pack off and searched threw it. She heard the doorknob turn. Lula... She thought. I should apologize. I hope she didnt think I was getting mad at her... She turned around and walked up to the door. Before the door knob was a full turn she flung it open and smiled hard. Her face paused and her eyebrow twitched. Who was this? The other roommate? 
(Dreambleed lol oh i thought i told you my name haha when you called me little sister the first time.)
 
Largo was a little confused as she saw Nezumi's aghast expression greet her to her own room. Her jaw was dangling open and Largo thought she saw her eye twitch when she realized it. New roommates, ofcourse! It would only make sense now that her last roommates had graduated and a new batch was in. "Hi.." She said a little awkwardly, her hand still paused in the air where she was about to turn the nob. She let her arm fall to her side and look up a little concerned with the irony of today's events. "Sorry, I should have been here to greet you earlier. I didn't think I'd get new roommates so soon. heh... It was.....sorry Dmytri's sister? I think he told me your name but.." She was having a brain fart trying to remember, "Anyways, I'm Largo." She introduced herself. Dmytri's sister really was a cutie with her dark hair and rigid style, plus she seemed pretty open like Alyss, so surely they'd get along......right?
 
"Hi! I'm Nezumi!",She beamed as she grabbed Largos hand and shook it. "Sorry haha I thought you were Lula. Yeah I'm Dmytris sister. I was just taking off to find Lula. Probably get something to eat. Talk again soon!" She raced passed Largo but turned around quickly again. She shook her hand again. "Nice to meet you again." she smiled brightly as sheleft the room. She turned the corner and left the dormitory.
 
Lula yawned. She was becoming bored and tired staring at the job board, but she couldn't leave. Nezumi had told her to look at them, and so that's what Lula was going to do until Nezumi came back. She was going to show Nezumi how good and well behaved she was. Maybe then Nezumi would like her again.


With another yawn, she sat down with her knees up and her head rested on her knees, still staring intently at the board. How long have I been here? She wondered. Oh well. Nezumi would come for her soon and then Lula could say: "See? I looked at them just like you told me to!"


Yes, that's what she was going to do. With yet another yawn, her eyes began to close and after fighting it for a while Lula drifted off to sleep. Waiting in front of the jobs board.
 
Largo was pretty surprised, although it didn't show, that Nezumi was her new roommate. She mentioned a girl named Lula, and drawing from her expectation that Lula would be entering the room--she must be the other roommate as well. She couldn't have this big room to herself after all. They had a pretty big bathroom and two bedrooms. The big one that you enter right away was previously empty, with two beds across from each other. The other one, Largo's, was around a corner. The space was smaller but more private so when her other roommates graduated she had moved her things into that room. She entered the room alone, now that Nezumi had run off yet again to tackle some bequest. Closing the door behind her, she went around the corner to the other bedroom--there was no door just and right-angled hallway. Her bed was on the immediate left and since she had roommates now she decided to make her bed and tidy up a little.


Meeting Nezumi had taken her mind off the boys for the time being. Jack who flaunted his lack of a filter or disinterest and Liam who was the world's embodiment of narcissism. Not to mention that anything he gains an interest in he becomes fixated on--which for a while was trying to break Largo's lack of outward emotion. He had tried so hard in the past to draw out tears or anger or anything that would prompt extreme shock or emotion towards him. The guy was obsessive. After meeting Jack, she now knew--those two would be a match made in hell.


She opened her desk drawer and pulled out a small silver dagger. Largo wasn't much of a warrior, but she'd need something to use in case her well-being was threatened. Posession was one thing, but being taken off guard wouldn't give her the chance to focus on using this ability right away. She secured the dagger to her waist on a black holster and sighed deeply. It seemed she had somehow become a sort of leader of the group. At least that's how it felt at the moment. She picked the request form, she formed a strategy, she had been leading the growing group along the campus and bumping into people right and left. It was a new feeling to be in charge, but not totally unwelcome. It would only be a short time before people like Liam or maybe Jack or even Dmytri, hell even Julia would see that she was too weak to lead them into action and would take the chance to bargain for control. Her plans were good, her strategy- flawless, but her leading skills were a fluke.


No matter how many times her lack of expression or surprise might seem like bravery or assertiveness, it was nothing more than a poker face. Beneath that were waves of feelings, sheltered memories, and a plethora of paranoia. Nonetheless, she wouldn't let those fears control her. She walked out of the bedroom and into the other, thinking there was one more thing she should do before she leaves.


I'm sure Nezumi would like to know where her brother is for the next few days. She thought and grabbed a sticky-note and pen to start writing;



Nezumi & Lula,

I'm sorry I didn't greet you properly when you arrived. I'll be taking on a request and will be out for the next few days. 4 to be precise. Nezumi, your brother has also joined our group--just so you don't worry, the Mirror Portal we're taking is #

69

. Feel free to explore all corners of the dorm room and I hope you are settling in nicely at Swordsmith.

See you soon, Largo.

:)


She pinned the note to the tack board beside the door for them to find later. Looking around once more and deciding everything was settled, she started walking back towards Liam's dorm. Slowly...
 
Oh sweet mother of god--


It wasn't long after the creaky door had opened before a rather unexpected Liam greeted him. "Jack!" the way the all-too-familiar voice said his name made him cringe. "You're buffer than I remember."


"You've got to be kidding me.." Jack murmured, trying to look back at Largo in his desperation for someone to somehow save him from his new dormmate, or rather, his old dormmate. To his demise, however, Largo had disappeared from sight.


With a sigh, Jack felt the back of his neck. My neck feels like it was hit with a truck.. or a very large leech..


"I should've known the second I realized you transferred to this school that you'd try to pull this kind of shit." Jack stood there, succumbed to the fact that he was now under lock and key for the rest of the school year. In more ways than one..
 
"You know you missed me Jackyy!" Liam pinched Jack's cheek in return to his retort, making a pouty face as he did so. "Come in in old buddy, old pal, and bring your friends too." He winked at Julia, her green hair was nice. He wanted to stroke it. "Don't mind the mess of course." He stepped aside and gestured them in. There were cloths on the floor, shoved in the corner, the punching bag in the middle of the room, and a suspiciously fair amount of rope and straps in the other corner of the room.


While he let them in, he moved towards his stereo and turned down the music. "So Jack, what took you so long? You kept me waiting you know. Don't tell me you of all people got lost on your first day?" Liam lied notoriously about waiting on Jack, in fact he was relieved of his boredom to see him.


(Lol HanaChan13, I keep staring at your siggy--it's so funny. Gandalf is like, "No, you shall not pass")
 
"Touch me again and I'll shove a metal bar up your ass," Jack retorted. Of all the people in this entire damn school. THIS guy? Jack knew this year was going to be disastrous. He was as sure of that as he was that Liam had altered his files to force the two to be roommates again.


His head felt hot from distemper as he dragged his trunk into the disorganized dorm. Even the entry way was littered with used and clean clothes alike. It was as if the sun gleaming through the small dorm window to the left hadn't been able to touch an inch of flooring, only clothes, cords, toys, gadgets, miscellaneous electronics, and of course, ropes. Either an Air Elemental wiped this place in an attempt to get away from Liam, or this is all Liam's doing. I'm hoping for the latter..


Jack shut off the music completely with the touch of a button. Dropping his luggage, he looked around the room and then back at the group as they awkwardly staggered into the room. Turning to Liam with his hand casually shoved in his pocket and the other on the strap of his bag, he added wryly. "Classy."


He figured Liam and Largo would do the rest of the explaining, introducing, and power-showing, so he chose the cleanest bedroom and tossed his backpack on the bed.


((I hope that was clear, with the luggage and all. ^^; I keep rereading it and editing it..))
 
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