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Dean Morgan

Full Name: Dean Andrew Morgan
Nickname: none
Online Name: SteamBlower (SB)
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Marital Status: Single
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Appearance:
Dean would personally describe himself as "stunning" and there are those who agree, especially with the nature of his work as a model here and there which could go from magazine covers or publicity. His work is not permanent and is just a phone call away and depends on what he is doing depends what he needs to model. For example, if he's only advertising slim pants then that would be all he wears and with such work, he has quite a bit of trendy clothes which are ideal for parties. Quite handy that he works in a nightclub. Well did until the tables were turned and things were going downhill, but his new work at the cinema. It was a blessing in disguise really he guessed, with discounts on watching movies and quite good prices actually, as well as getting more shut-eye and not expected to reveal himself all the time, just because he does it on the cover.

When he's working, he wears a grey suit (sometimes red for special occasions) with a bow tie and his hair tied back, though when he is not working, he allows his hair to flow and keeps it long till it reaches past his shoulders before cutting it down a little since his hair grows fast like wildflies and he sure was a wild one, and a tall one. It is stereotypical that girls are tidier than boys, but then again, it is also stereotypical that boys go out with girls and not boys going out with boys. For Dean, stereotypes are out the window and he simply cannot help how he feels just like other guys feel magnetically pulled to a girl only to be pushed back with a slap. Hey, nobody's perfect, but cannot doubt the perfection in Dean's soft facial features and his soft hands and lushious lips, but despite being all soft about him, he is quite strong. He takes great pride in his appearance, not only for his own benefit but also to make sure he still has his model job which pays quite well.

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Roommate:
Young Jae Hyun

Personality:
Dean is a friendly, relaxed and laid back guy, who takes thing as they come. It is that same attitude that he has with many things, with his work, with his family, friends and of course his love life which dramatically changed his life as a whole when he realised that he was attracted to other guys as well. Despite not being like other guys, he did not let what people say get to him as it would only get him worked up and then make him bad and very few people like him when he's mad as he tries to keep calm and collective. He wasn't the wisest but he tries to solve what problems he can without violence since he wasn't a violent man though if violence was necessary then he'd use it. Afterall, working in a nightclub was tough and it was required for employees to be able to stop fights and surely it was an added bonus to be able to defend himself if he was attacked instead.

Likes:

His car (Ford Capri Mk1) - Gotta love a classic
Music
A good smoke
Clubs
Warmth

Dislikes:

The Cold (though he copes when need be)
Rejection
Bullies
Being Bored
Being put on the spot

Hobbies:

Reading (from time-to-time)
Sports (when he feels like it, inc/ archery)
Listening/Playing to Music
Drawing/Writing

Brief History:
Dean grew up with two elder brothers (Clayton, Wayne) and one younger sister (Elsie) and his parents Stefan and Angela. Quite a large family and such numbers so it is expected that it would be one big happy family. However, this family was a traditional type and as such, had traditional ideals and beliefs. Though they were not religious being agnostics, they weren't bad and were overprotective over Elsie and ensuring all of the siblings behaved.

Clayton was growing up and studying to be a Doctor while Wayne wanted to be a Policeman. Both high paid and respectable jobs, however Dean wanted none of that. Afterall, they could be who they wanted to be and his tutor always speaks to the class saying you want to do something you enjoy. Well, sitting at a desk isn't something that would be something to please him. School was no fun except music. He loved music and played the guitar and some big lads when they got bored chose him to pick on so he got beat. As a result, he took some martial arts and self-defence classes. Applying his lessons, he was able to defend himself.

However, despite how tough he had become, he was all soft inside and absolutely despised those who took advantage of the weak as he once was. However, despite how strong he was, he was unable to fight back when Aaron got him cornered and pounced for the kill as-it-were. Aaron wasn't particularly strong, just happened to be there in the right place at the right time as Jason tried to pick a fight with him, pushing Dean towards the ground which he did, before strangely walking off as Aaron came to him and helped him up and saw his lip bleeding which Aaron concealed with his own along with a kiss which Dean tried to pull away from, but instead ended up pulling towards him. He had no idea what came over him.

However, he soon discovered that Aaron and Jason was in cohoots after Aaron split up with him and since then, nearly the whole school knew he was gay and he kept denying it. Dean didn't like the fact he was used, but despite it all, Aaron had opened a new part of him that he didn't know yet but he still liked girls like any other lad. He managed to get a girlfriend which made it seem like he had returned to normal, but he had not. However, the same pattern occurred with his relationships not going so well, with no-one to settle down with, and then one of his ex's let slip of how he felt about men to his older brother Clay who attempted to knock some sense into his brother before getting Wayne to have a go. Wayne listened and though he didn't like the thought of it, he saw how his brother felt and told him straight, that he had to tell their parents or they'd find out by someone else like Clay did, no matter what the consequences were.

Dean did as he advised and their reaction was not good at all, despite how well he was doing in his classes which usually impressed them. As a result, they gave him some money in order to find a place to stay before closing the door saying there was no room in the inn for him anymore until he regained his senses and the prodigal son returns back to normal. Of course Dean didn't see it possible, but what he did do was begun to play his guitar and then found a place and work in a nightclub which was great pay. It all went uphill from there until once again one of his relationships caused things to go downhill leaving him with the choices to resign or be done for sexual assault. Dean left and could no longer keep up with the raised prices of his accomodation and so spoke online in the internet cafe and sleeping in a B&B till he found a place to say through "Coming out", packed his things and moved in.

Thoughts on situation:
The situation was grave but now lifted and now he was on the up and up again. He now had a place to belong and with others who had been rejected for what they stood for, so he was alright, as long as he didn't have anyone to peeve him off...too much.

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Queen - "Another One Bites the Dust"

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#2012-11-21 12:01:28, as written by S1mon

Dean Morgan

Such a long night and busy too as the crowds multiplied ten to the dozen as Dean stood behind a long wooden counter, on top of which were full of so many delicious food, including the infamous popcorn. Many a time, Dean seemed envious of all the people eating and watching the latest movies on the big screen, but it did not bother him too much. After all, there were many benefits for working in the cinema unlike the club, there weren’t so many fights for starters. The cinema did have a bar, which is where the most action was (unless you were watching James Bond). It seemed that his job was improving, except for some guys that didn’t quite like the new guy hogging the limelight as it were, what was what tended to happen with any new job.

It however didn’t bother him, and after a hard evenings’ work, he enjoyed a peaceful sleep in the top floor of the shared accommodation he had come to. He had been there for a week now and it was nice not having the burden of having all his earnings going into the house with little for himself. Craig, the owner, had told them all that they had some more guys coming in, so Dean set his alarm ten minutes before the estimated time of arrival, got dressed and took off in the Capri. He’d let Craig do all the introduction stuff as it was his place afterall, while he went for a spin before getting breakfast for everybody down MacDonalds. Dean was king in that respect, but at the same time, he wouldn’t stress out over petty little things, which is why he got bacon, sausage and egg McMuffin, so if there was one part somebody didn’t like, they could easily take it out. It wasn’t so hard, so should at least be grateful.

Dean was pretty fed-up of tending to people too much, only to be rewarded with a smack in the face, rather than the preferred kiss or a thank you. He had been let down quite a few times and did not fancy it happening again. The first date was supposed to lift his spirits not dampen them. He could not lie that the time when he felt loved was not food as it was the sweetest thing on earth to be loved by somebody. Rejection, being used, being played, were not so sweet and as such, Dean had been unlucky to be part of. He was a caring guy but his past had hardened his shell. Despite this, he still tries to be friendly, but more open to speak, if he feels something is wrong to prevent something bad happening again.

As a result of his experiences, much has changed within Dean to prevent him breaking up again. He was Humpty Dumpty that had fell from the wall, only to be pieced together in the wrong way so he wasn’t himself. It wasn’t a total bad thing, but like all things, there were pro’s and con’s. One of which was his smoking habit which he had developed as a result. In order to get companionship, he adapted to what others do to make him look good and now all of them were gone with their love of their lives while he remained alone and rejected. However he was thankful to the online chat that he went on, and then joining the House with others like him, and as such, he was more kind towards them.

Pulling up outside, Dean pulled the bag of McMuffin’s out with one hand, while he closed the door, locked the car and let himself in with the other. Once he was inside, he looked around and noticed quite a few unfamiliar faces, but if anyone was hungry, then they were sure going to come running and be overjoyed with him. Putting the bag onto the kitchen table, he pulled out two, seeing that pulling out more would make them all squashed, and walked towards Craig as he bellowed, “Breakfast is served! Get it while it’s hot!” and passing one of the McMuffin’s to Craig with a smile. Turning slightly to await the mad rush to the bag to get their Maccies like hyenas after their prey. “This everybody?”, he asked Craig as he glanced around.

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#2012-11-21 18:08:42, as written by Vestiline

As any cat would, Rowan had made herself at home on the nearest window seal. Basking in the warmth of any sun that shone in from the outside. Never really giving a care for anyone that went by. None the less, she gave a polite 'mew' from where she was and promptly closed her eyes again.

Upstairs, Stasis rolled about on the vacant bed. The feel of something that wasn't dirt or concrete under him and being wrapped in a sleeping bag under a highway under pass somewhere in georgia or somewhere else. A bed, to him: The most glorious thing in the world at the moment. However, a voice from downstairs sounded off within ear shot of his revelry. Breakfast? Food that wasn't jerky and the occational roller food? His face had a look of sheer joy. He skipped out of bed, but made a side step to his suitcase, remembering that there was something missing from his person. That and it was becoming far too hot for the trench coat. He slipped it off, throwing it onto the head board and letting the sweater's sleeves under neath run well past his hands; looking more like a knitted straight-jacket than an actual winter sweater.

He dug through the front pockets of his suitcase, looking inside for two things. The first being his glasses. Less than perfect vision meant that these where manditory in most cases of his reading or gaming or even looking where he was going. The second being a long, three pronged feather that had been curled up in the very bottom of the largest pocket. He muttered something to himself as he braided it into the back of his hair, making it look like it was coming out of his head for a second before creeping his way downstairs. He peeked around the corner of the kitchen, making sure that there wasn't already a mob over from what he could see now were mcmuffens. "Fooood." he said peaking his head from around the corner again. There was another male, one that seemed to have just let himself in with the bag. He wasn't really sure if he had been living here or that he had just arrived and was bringing food as a nice gesture. Though it wasn't like he really cared in the face of something that wasn't what he had been eating for the past week.

He creeped toward the table, first picking rowan from off the window seal with protest from the feline. From what he could tell, no one was heeding the call as of yet. Good thing, He wouldn't have to be run over while getting his share. "Stampede's about to happen. Don't wanna get trampled." He said before ducking under the table to keep himself out of the way.

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#2012-11-21 22:39:57, as written by Echo_Rose

Carsin smiled at Sky "Great, I just got to get myself looking good instead of my morning look. Figure out some songs you want to do okay?" She smiled at the girl singing and turned around to head to her room. Hearing Jordyn she smirked, she liked Jordyn in the chatroom so it will be interesting sharing a room with her.

Going into the room she saw Jordyns stuff already on one side, but the other girl wasnt in the room Shrugging she goes over to her side room to her dresser and picked out her outfit, then grabbed a towel and headed to one of the bathrooms.

Once inside she made sure to lock the door then undressed and got into the shower. After getting cleaned up and dried off she got dressed and went back into her room where she dropped her clothes onto her bed and grabbed her straightner, hair stuff, and makeup. Going back into the bathroom she plugged in her straightner, then did up her makeup, straighter her hair, making it have the messy hair look. She was glad she did the teal and white highlights this time with the feathers, it did her some justice. Taking one more look in the mirror she grinned, then took her things back to her room.

Hearing Dean yell that breakfast was served she left her room and went over to Skys room "Okay, I am ready..Dean got breakfast, ao lets get something to eat before we start" she smiled then headed downstairs and quickly grabbed an egg mcmuffin from the bag and moved away so others could get in. Unwrapping the breakfast sandwhich she took out the meat and put it on a paper towel "Anyone that wants that they can have it, Dean thank you, your awesomesauce" she said and gave Dean a quick hug before going over and making herself her third cup of coffe.

Once she had her breakfast and coffee she went into the living room and saw Jordyn on the couch. Smiling she sat down on the other side of the couch "Im glad your going to be my roommate, been sorta lonely in the room...at my home I was used to sharing a room with my twin" she said as she then took a bite of the breakfast sandwhich.

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#2012-11-22 07:08:44, as written by coricidinForte

Craig Winters

Everyone seemed to be settling in nicely and they now had bottles of vodka, Craig decided to write this off as a success. People were coming in and out of the kitchen as they pleased, exploring the cramped city house and found their rooms. He had only one complaint, grocery shopping. Certainly what they currently had wouldn't feed them all for long, if at all, and buying enough food for everyone would be well, interesting, to be light about it. He rubbed the back of his neck for a moment before retreating to his room to get dressed. He had already showered, he might as well complete the routine.

It was counterproductive for him to collapse on his bed shortly after closing his door, but in his defense - he was still quite tired. There was things to do, places to go, a paycheck to spend. Craig buried his head into his pillow for a moment before rising to actually get dressed. Jeans, that was a perfect first step. He grabbed and put on a pair of loose, dark gray skinny-cut jeans. There was a small rip at the right knee, though he paid it no mind. He pulled a navy hoodie over his shirt and his feet were soon covered with black Doc Martens, trusty and scuffed from their extended use. This was decent, he was ready to challenge the day which would consist of picking out the right brand of cereal.

After insuring that his hair would no longer lay on his forehead, he fetched his wallet from the top of his dresser, leaving his keys behind. There was no point in bothering to drive in New York City when the nearest grocery store was only a few...wait, where was it again? The truth was that Craig had never bothered hunting down such a place before, for what was sold at the nearest convenience store was always good enough to suit his needs and support his variety of unhealthy habits. He was pretty sure there was one not too far away from here, right? It was...so many blocks over, he was sure of it.

He hadn't been back in the kitchen long before Dean arrived with food; fast, unhealthy, artery clogging, delicious food. "Thanks." Craig returned the smile briefly before he opening the wrapper, stepping off to the side as he consumed the ~~unsuspecting human sacrifice~~ McMuffin. “This everybody?” He paused, thinking over everyone he had seen today, counting them in his head before nodding. "I think so." He was nearly positive that everyone that would be living in the house was here now, unless he managed to forget someone, which wasn't really that farfetched of an idea, given how many people he had met today and the slight chaos of the entire situation.

One of the new kids took cover under the table and Craig finished his food, tossing the trash in the wastebasket soon after. "I'm about to go buy some groceries. Is there anything the two of you want?" He asked, addressing Dean and Anastasiy, a lull in his speech before he decided to add onto that. "Unless you just want to tag along." He walked over to the living room, peeking in before interrupting the conversation between Carsin and Jordyn. "You two, groceries, any suggestions?" He wasn't about to question the entire household, but it'd be helpful to get some sort of consensus, lest he end up just buying junk like always. Some volunteers would be nice as well, carrying around a bunch of plastic bags was no fun, it'd just be like Home Alone all over again.

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#2012-11-24 16:56:52, as written by Leon21

Evgeny Boroschek

Standing in a corner of the kitchen, Evgeny just watched as people rushed past. He wasn't the center of attention, which actually shocked him slightly. Evgeny was accustomed to always being the one everyone noticed. This was a nice change, actually. He found it rather relaxing to just stand in the corner and watch as everyone hurried around.

A new man suddenly walked into the kitchen. He looked like he had just started high school, although Evgeny figured that he was probably older, considering all of them appeared to be seniors at very least. He was carrying food, which caused a large smile to appear on Evvie's face. Food was the fastest way to get into Evgeny's heart. Sure, he didn't eat much - he had to keep up his figure after all - but that didn't mean he wouldn't eat food if it was offered to him. Besides, he hadn't eaten much over the past couple of days thanks to needing to spend all of his money on gas so that he could actually make it here.

He hurried over to the table, grabbing one of the McMuffins. Already he could here the head of the agency yelling at him for eating something so unhealthy, but that didn't matter to Evgeny. He was hungry, and the food smelled so delicious. "Thank you very much!" he said to the male who had brought the food, a sweet smile on his face. He walked over to the table, having seen the guy who introduced himself as Anastasiy crawl under it. He sat down in one of the chairs at the table, crossing his legs to sit crisscross applesauce and leaning forward to look underneath the table. Evgeny was quite flexible, something which please photographers and lovers alike.

"Not a big fan of people, are you?" he asked, looking down at the male underneath the table. "Can I be your roommate? I appear to be one of the only peeps here vithout a room." His slight accent, which had been hiding itself earlier, showed up as he spoke. Evgeny always had a bit of a problem with 'v's and 'w's, possibly because he had been speaking Russian for longer than he had been speaking English, courtesy of his Russian parents.

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#2012-11-25 00:23:56, as written by Vestiline

Stasis's eyes looked first, then his head turned. He had gotten used to being alone on his travels, so someone talking to him without any warning was a bit startling to say the least. "Oh! It's not that I don't like people. It's a long story." He said before taking a large bite out of his muffin. He gulped quickly at his question and shivered a bit. Fast, artery clogging and foal-tasting aftertaste. Still better than jerky or camp food any day.

He tilted his head to the side, thinking he heard something...off in the other male's voice. 'An accent. Getting all kinds here...' Stasis shruged a bit in response to his question. "I don't see why not. A little company never hurt anyone." he said, starting to stir and rise from under the table. He poked his head out first, making sure he wouldn't get suck under there with the rush of people coming for food. He soon snaked his way from under the table and leaned against the table. "I've already moved my stuff upstairs. I can help you with yours if you'd like." It was only polite, at least to him, to help anyone else with their bags. Then again, he wasn't all that sure about this one. To Stasis, he seemed a bit on the off side on alot of things. Long hair, his deminor and his accent. The one thing that came to mind in comparison was Grell Sutcliff from black butler. But on that note, what was he to judge and it might just be a conisidence. He shook the thought out of his mind and cracked his neck bit while adjusted his glasses. "I'm just close to the stairs so there might be a bit of traffic. Again he was rambling a bit, trying to keep all his thoughts in line so that he didin't go on a insane tangent about something completely different from the topic as hand. He leaned against the counter and swayed his head from side of side in thought.

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#2012-11-29 17:20:34, as written by S1mon

Dean Morgan

Despite being rejected by those he knew all his life, he was accepted here. The same feeling applied to everyone else, which was why everyone got along okay. Couldn't really say that everyone got on wonderfully because they were all their own person. They had all gone through some rejection and some had closed themselves from others after all they've faced. He himself had changed as a result of his experiences. If he looked back to how he was before, he would be looking at someone completely different. Dean often looked up to people and in order to be liked by that particular person, he would mould himself in order to be seen and be part of it all. That approach obviously hadn't worked or he wouldn't be here. Others saw how Dean acted, took advantage and carried on from then.

However, he didn't regret coming here, as Craig was cool and was great to hang around with. Dean first smoked when he was copying someone else and ended up coughing quite a bit as he didn't do it right, before getting use to it and using it for stress, but now getting worse to keep his mind free and also look cool. Then there was Skyler and Carsin who lived here also when he arrived and they were cool too and nice gals. Carsin played the violin so it was nice to be with others who played music himself. Dean played the guitar, acoustic rather than electric and loved the sound that came from the strings, providing it was in-tune, that is.

Thinking about who he did know, he then thought about those he did not know, all the newcomers, which is why he asked Craig if that was all. His reply..."I think so", which meant that he got the right amount and now can start familiarising himself with the new people. Calling them for food was one way, as he could then see people as they came to collect it. Carsin was first as she took hers and put her meat on the side before thanking him, "Dean thank you, your awesomesauce", causing him to smile as she then gave him a quick hug before joining a new girl with the regular sight of coffee in her hand. It'll only be a matter of time before she'd want another, keeping herself awake for hours to come.

"I'm about to go buy some groceries. Is there anything the two of you want?...Unless you just want to tag along", Craig asked. Dean first looked at the new guy who was under the table if he had anything to say, seeing as with his own job, he could buy anything he wanted, just as Craig could, so he thought he'd stick in a little something to help Craig out, "If we haven't got any pasta, then could get some of that. I've not checked the cupboards yet", one side of his mouth tugged to reveal a half-smile, seeing as he was out of the house as soon as he woke up. With Craig then moving towards the girls, Dean then moved onto his own McMuffin which was indeed very yummy and went down a treat. He wasn't sure whether to go grocery shopping or not. He might go out if there was nothing else to do.

"Thank you very much!", said one of the new guys with long red hair. It was....unusual, but he could admit that it looked pretty cool and it seemed he too took pride in his appearance as he did, especially round his face which shined as he smiled. "You welcome", before seeing him go over to the guy under the table. Seemed everyone was getting along fine. However, he'd have some coffee first as he pulled out the coffee jar and waiting for the kettle to boil before making it. The perfect drink to have in the morning. When it was done, he walked over towards the new guys as he asked, "Anything you guys want as we're getting food in..." to see what they liked, seeing as he overheard one of them offer to take their luggage upstairs, so he'd ask them before they went up.

With them going upstairs, there was nothing else to do, so he decided to accompany Craig on the grocery trip as he opened the door slowly and entered in. "I'll come with you Craig. We leaving now or in a bit?". He glanced around the room and saw Carsin with her cup in the high, no doubt asking for another which made him smile as he walked over to her, "Here you are Carsin" as he turned the cup around so he was holding it around the base so that she could safely from his hand with the handle, "Though take it quickly or I'll burn myself and be unable to play", adding a smile and taking her empty cup with his free hand.

Dean was helpful afterall, and there was no point drinking if they were doing out. Besides, maybe what he needed was some nice cool energy drink from the store. With everyone busy introducing each other and the fact Dean arrived late with everyone starting to fall back into their rooms, there wasn't alot for Dean to do, though he didn't mind it. When he came back, he could get on with playing his guitar or have a little smoke outside. He wondered if any of the new guys smoked at all....

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#2012-11-29 23:35:52, as written by coricidinForte

Craig Winters

He made a mental list; Less microwave food, tofu, veggie burgers, fruit, vegetables and pasta. Nothing too crazy or out there, yeah, he could remember all of that with no problem. Living with a vegetarian had been odd at first, but he quickly grew accustomed to it, and buying to suit these new needs would be easy. Also, having people that could cook in the house was always a plus. Hell, maybe they'd even have proper holiday dinners now? "Got it." He nodded, before looking over to Skyler, who was acting particularly bubbly this morning. It could be that she was happy to have more people around the house, especially more girls. To tell the truth, he was glad for that; because wouldn't it be good for her?

"You ate it all already?" He teased, eyebrow arching. Sky's ice cream addiction could rival Carsin's coffee drinking habit. Honestly, at times she reminded him of a person that worked long hours at a corporation, rather than a teenager. It was possible that she drank more coffee than anyone else he had met, and he had run into a lot of people during his twenty two years of life. Of course, this could just be an exaggeration, but that didn't change how they were already running low on the stuff. He'd have to remember to pick up more coffee as well, lest they face the consequences of living in a house with cranky, half asleep young people. Of course, he would end up buying the gourmet expensive stuff like always. That line in Pulp Fiction really spoke to him, when he drank coffee he wanted to taste it.

"I won't forget." Craig said in regards to the ice cream, doing so could also bring upon an unfortunate situation that he rather avoid. There was a reason why you didn't make people drop their addictions cold turkey. "I'll be back soon then..." His sentence trailed off as Sky left the room and his eyes meeting the commotion between pets. Yoda and the cat were put into a western stand off, and whenever the fox would forward, the feline would step back. This couldn't be good. In a blur the animals took off, one chasing the other, scrambling out of the living room to God knows where. Craig rubbed his temple before walking over to the stairs where Skyler had relocated too, probably planning to get ready for whatever plans she had made with the others. "Make sure Yoda doesn't destroy the house while I'm gone, Sky!" He called after her from the hall, sounding only midly irritated.

He glanced back to where he thought they disappeared to, suddenly thankful that he closed his bedroom door. "And don't let them kill each other, either!" He was not in the business of cleaning up animal corpses. A death on their hands would be coming too soon. Did fennec foxes get along with cats? He didn't even know, he wasn't an expert on animals at all; for all he knew they could just be playing, and not facing each other in life or death battle. Hopefully it was the former, bloodstains could be a bitch, and he was not going to try digging a grave when the ground was solid like this. Craig sighed, this was going to be an interesting first week, he could already tell. No, he could already see the headlines, if they didn't make front page because of some bizarre occurance or melodramatic tragedy he'd consider them lucky. This was some reality tv shit right here.

"I'll come with you Craig. We leaving now or in a bit?" Dean was entering the living room by the time he had returned, and he was happy to hear he'd get some assistance with the trip, since he wasn't really the type to ask people for help in the first place. "I'm going to smoke a cigarette outside first, then we'll leave." He'd have to buy more this time, but years of living on less than paycheck-to-paycheck had gotten him used to finding good deals. He was like a working single-mother (Wait, wasn't that exactly what he was? He didn't want to think about it.) when it came to coupons, anything to save an extra buck or two, and he was past feeling lame for it. He was too old to try and keep the whole 'cool rebel without a cause' image anymore. "Just come outside when you're ready." Craig said before moving through the living room towards and out the front door, closing it behind him.

Once outside he settled himself down onto one of the steps, deciding he might as well make himself comfortable. After digging through his pockets the man had a cigarette between his lips and a lighter in his hands, lighting it with ease before pocketing the cheap device. Craig inhaled the smoke with a problem, he usually wouldn't smoke again so soon, but counted this as a special occasion. Besides, he didn't really care that much if his habit worsened, though it would be annoying if he developed a bad cough. That might happen anyways, now that he was living with so many people. On the internet they seemed fine, and even in person he didn't really have any complaints about them. Their impressions were good ones, but no matter what, living with that number of people was going to get stressful. Well, at least he'd have good company on the trip to the store.

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Dean Morgan

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a character in “Coming Out”, as played by S1mon

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