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"I guess I'm the only English fellow living in LA, huh?"

Basic Knowledge

/Full Name/
Mason Alexandr Lockwood

/Nicknames/
Mase Rather stupid, if you ask me., Sonny, Ace Now, we're talking!

/Age/
16

/Sexuality/
Heterosexual

/Appearance/
Mason is a very attractice young man, tall and athletic with a lightly-toned build. He is quite strong and quick on his feet, but bulging muscles have never been his aim. He is quite comfortable in his skin, thank you. Mason has warm brown eyes that twinkle mischeivously all the time beneath heavy eyebrows, full and pinkish lips, and an aquiline nose. He has sharp features, but his face seems to remain forever boyish and that's perfectly fine with him. His hair is brown with golden highlights found if he is under the sun.

/Clothing Style/
Mason tends to favor jeans and henley tops. Every now and then, he might be sporting his older brother's varsity jacket and sometimes, he might either wear a collared-shirt under a cardigan or sometimes, even a hat. It's almost like he has a preppy style and yet, he doesn't. He honestly just wears what he wants when he wears it. But he does have a thing for black leather jackets.

/Quirks & Habits/

Scratching the back of his head when he's feeling caught or even nervous
Rambling when he's nervous or lying
Muttering in French when he's feeling annoyed

/Program/
Acting

Getting To Know Mason

/Likes & Dislikes/
▲ Crunchy roll sushi
▲ Mexican cuisine
▲ Soccer
▲ Lacrosse
▲ Acting
▲ Supernatural dramas
▲ Fencing
▲ Action-packed movies
▲ Desserts
▲ Coffee
▲ Fanfiction
▲ Slow-dancing▼ Spicy foods
▼ Traitors
▼ Two-timers
▼ Spaghetti
▼ Boredom
▼ People seeing his sketches
▼ Outrageous flirts We have bad blood.
▼ People who don't take acting seriously
▼ Bigotry
▼ Talking about his mom
▼ The smell of cigarettes
▼ Nonfiction novels

/Dreams/
✯ Settling down and having kids|| ✯ Starring as a lead in a movie|| ✯ Getting his name on the Hollywood Walk of Fame|| ✯ Signing his first autograph

/Talents/
Acting| Soccer player| Sketching| Adopting different accents| Fluent in French, Russian & Bulgarian

/Hobbies/
✔ Reading fanfiction||✔ Kicking a soccer ball around||✔ Trying on different personas||✔ Studying actors|| ✔Watching Supernatural

/Fears/
☠ Rejection||☠ Winding up like his mother Alone and on drugs||☠ Missing out on an opportunity||☠ Becoming one of the many forgotten or washed-out celebrities

/Secrets/

Rape -- When he was living in Bristol, his mother was addicted to cocain and a number of other drugs. His father was a former rockstar and was trying to get his name back in the media by being on tour for four months, leaving behind is seven year old and wife. Not having enough money to buy her drugs, the woman decided to sell her son to the dealer for the night. It was then that young Mason was beaten, raped, and treated like nothing more than a sack of potatoes. He has had to see counseling for years now and only stopped around the time he turned thirteen. He isn't too scarred about it, but then again, he doesn't exactly let every person he meets in to know that. He hasn't seen his mother since.
Pregnancy Blunder -- Last year and Mason has done well with making people be quiet about it, but he was dating this pretty little redhead named Amber. She was talented and charming and everything Mason wanted. He thought that they would be able to stay together well into their senior years. Amber originally told him that she was pregnant and while he was scared, Mason was prepared. He had his father's support; the older man said he would fly over to America if needed. However, it was soon discovered after an argument, that the baby wasn't even his. It was one of the teacher's and she was just trying to pin it on him. This was the one time Mason was able to reign in his anger, but it was safe to say that he has not spoken to Amber since the end of last year. As far as he's concerned, she left.
Vandalism -- You remember that teacher that we just spoke of? Well, Mason might have not reigned in his anger as well as most believed. During the summer, the man's car was completely recked. Windshield was broken, doors completed dented, headlights were out. Mason keeps very quiet about it; doesn't even blink when asked. But those who are closest to him know the truth and can't help but snicker every now and then.

Just Below the Surface

/Personality/
{Charming, Possessive, Persistent, Dreamer, Erratic, Playful}
WIP

The Past

/Place of Origin/
Bristol, England

/History/
WIP

So begins...

Mason Lockwood's Story

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#2013-11-08 05:18:29, as written by Darkdiva_14

Melrose Academy Move-In Day

It was move-in day!

It was late August, the warm California sun beating down on poor, defenseless people as they made their way through their different lives, each going on different paths. Some crossed such paths; others, went on by without even acknowledging each other. But it was lively on Melrose Academy campus as the students filed in by groups. Squeals and yells of excitements could be heard a mile away as friends reunited. Some were not as escastic as others. Most, however, were filled with a new sense of adventure and wonder at the looming year of backstabbing, creativity, blooming romance, rivalries and friendships.

Who's ready for an awesome school year?
(OOC: I know. this sucked. but my creative juices are dry right now as i stare at psychology in the face)

Mom, we've been through this," Nina said calmly, staring up at her anxious mother with expectant and weary eyes. No matter how many times they have done this - unpacking her clothes in a room that wasn't hers and separating for at least a week - Mirella Lovell seemed to not get used to it. Sad green eyes took in her daughter's stance; Nina was seated on her bed with her legs crossed and her body propped up by her hands on the bed. At the moment, Nina Lovell looked like the little impatient child that had to wait for her mother to stop prancing around her room because she was leaving her at Melrose Academy for the first time alone.

Mirella sighed.

It's been a long time since Nina had been that girl and it still felt like that day every single time.

"Fine, fine...I'm leaving," she said, holding up her hands in surrender. Nina grinned and stood, ready to walk her mother to the door. When she stood, a small childish part of her squealed in delight. At some point, Nina became just a few centimeters taller than her mother and she revelled in that revelation. However, just as they began walking into the common area of the suite she was sharing with her other roommates that she had not been able to see, Mirella turned back around and Nina placed impatient hands on her hips. If her mother could pout, the woman would probably be doing so. "I know, but I just...are you sure you don't need anything? Maybe new curtains? Oooh...we can go get that rug - "

"Mom, we literally bought out IKEA this year because you wanted to get everything new," Nina reminded her, taking in her bedroom. She was happy that she got to have everything to herself save for the bathroom, kitchen and living room. Having a bedroom was like achieving near Nirvana; you didn't get there, but you damn sure feel like you were close enough. "I have snacks that could last me the rest of the semester, I like my room, I have my laptop, I have my TV, and I am going to be fine. I'll be even better when you leave." Nina gave her a mom a pointed look and Mirella sighed, defeated. The two women walked out of the room and then out of the suite, arms linked.

Do not get Nina wrong; she loved her mom a lot and she understood where the woman was coming from. Nina had gotten sick during their trip to Montpellier this summer and the woman nearly flew into an anxiety attack. Since then, she had been watching Nina like a hawk. If Nina complained about the smallest of headaches, she was suddenly being whisked away to the hospital. Nina could recall accidentally hitting her arm against a door. It was no secret that Nina bruised easily. Did that stop Mirella from rushing her to the hospital? No. Even when the doctor told her that everything was alright - that it would be rare for her to develop her cancer again during this age range, especially after having made an astounding recovery. But Mirella was steadfast in her desire to watch out for her daughter. Having to separate was probably a pain.

Just as they reached the parking lot, Mirella began listing off all the things she wanted Nina to do and the brunette smirked.

"And call you on Wednesdays after seven because you have choir rehearsal at four-thirty and bible study at six," Nina finished for her and placed her hands on Mirella's shoulders. "Mama, I am going to be fine. If I get the first symptom of anything, I will be in the nurse's office. Pinky swear." Nina even held up her pinky to the older woman and after a moment, Mirella smiled sheepishly and linked their pinkies before pressing her forehead against her daughter's. Nina closed her eyes, smiling.

"Mī thōḍē ēka, āpaṇa prēma," she whispered and pulled away slowly, a bright smile on her face and tears glistening in her eyes.

"Love you too, Mom," Nina replied and watched her mother get in the car. She folded her arms over her chest and walked to the driver's side. "You drive safely. Tell Paṇajī āṇi ājōbā that I love them and I'll call." Her mother nodded and before long, Nina was watching the tail end of her mother's Ford driving off, leaving Nina alone in the parking lot. With nothing to do, Nina straightened out the skirt of her outfit before deciding to text Carmen and find out if she was on campus yet.

"Dad, I'm fine. Just finished settling in is all," Mason said as he pretty much hurled his suitcase on his bed. Sighing at the task as this was the second suitcase he brought up to his room - second to the trunk of belongings he also had - Mason plopped himself behind the big bag.

Like always, James Lockwood could not come to Melrose Academy or even LA to see his son off. It wasn't that Mason wasn't used to this. Since the incident-that-shall-not-be-named, his father had not been able to look at him the same without some ounce of pity or guilt in his eyes. There was the time with Amber last year and that entire debacle, but other than that, Mason hardly saw his father unless he had somehow gotten into serious trouble. In truth, Uncle Charlie was probably the only real father figure Mason had in his life and normally, that was fine. But, somewhere in the back of his mind where he would deny this vehemently while looking just like the little boy that loved being swung around in his father's arms, he had actually hoped that today would be different.

It wasn't.

Really shouldn't have expected anything more.

"Yes, Uncle Charlie is helping me," Mason answered, almost missing his father's inquiry. Agitation was very much clear in his voice and at some point, Mason didn't care if his roommate - whoever that was - heard. It wasn't like privacy was going to be much anyway; it never was in double rooms. "Yeah, I checked my account. Thanks." At least, that was something Mason could always count on. Money. As sad as it was, that was the one thing his father provided without fail. After a few more moments of meaningless and awkward chatter, Mason bid his father adieu and pretty much threw his phone on the bed. Sighing once more, he layed back and sprawled out, staring at the ceiling.

This was going to be a long year.

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#2013-11-08 06:20:16, as written by Miss Nomer

When she walks onto campus, armed with her suitcases, Carmen is reminded of one of the downsides of living on the other side of the United States, and of the fact that plane tickets are frightfully expensive; while many of her peers are seen off by their parents, she is struggling to hold as many bags as she possibly can, having insisted to the taxi driver that she could get it all in one trip. She can, of course, but it requires some shifty stacking on a rolling suitcase, and her walking in such a way that looks suspiciously like a waddle- hardly suiting for an upperclassman in the dancing department. Then again, even when she is walking gracefully, the girl tends to be making expressive hand gestures and strange faces that distract from any natural elegance that she might have. Perhaps this is one of the reasons why, unlike her brother, she pursues more modern dance styles in favor of classical ballet. She takes the class for it, of course, but she hardly aims to be a Prima Ballerina, and anyone who knows her would likely laugh at the very concept. They'd probably say that she's too goofy to ever pass as the Odette sort of girl.

Despite her unfortunate luggage situation, Carmen seems to be keeping herself in a rather good mood. Why wouldn't she? Her first year as an upperclassman, coming back to school to see friends that she hasn't seen in months- she's been anticipating this since her first week home. Not that Carmen didn't enjoy visiting home over the summer, of course. Her younger brother, Will, had just graduated from fifth grade, and had spent the entire summer gushing about how fantastic he was going to be in middle school- the insecurities had yet to his him, and she was thankful for this. The young woman doesn't have the chance to visit home as often as she'd like, even though financial aid does make tuition less of a burden on her family, so she always cherishes the long break with her family. Still, her little apartment in the Bronx is a far cry from the deluxe facilities at Melrose, and she's itching to get on the studio floor. After dropping off her things, of course. In a normal room. I'm the only Junior in the dance department that's in a regular room, she realizes, but keeps her mood up. After all, at least her roommate is Kassandra- that should make for an excellent year.

Carmen makes it to the dorms before her ringtone goes off, the classic Batman theme blaring from her phone, distracting her from her journey to find her actual room. Instinctively, the young woman reaches towards her pocket, forgetting the bag under her arm, which then falls and hits her toe. It isn't too heavy of a bag, but it's enough to hurt, and have Carmen jump onto one foot, as if to relieve a marginal amount of pressure from her stubbed toe. "Ouch! Yikes," the girl resists the urge to pull off her vans and inspect for damage, instead leaning against the wall for a moment and looking at a text from Nina, asking if she's on campus yet.

To: Nina
First floor of the dorm building- you wouldn't happen to have a sudden urge to help me with my bags? Or bring down a bandaid?

She sends the text and then carefully pokes her toe, only to flinch at the little shock of pain. It's not broken or anything, but she sorely hopes that the lessons won't include being on point for the next day or two.

"I can carry that," Theo insists, taking a slightly heavier bag away from his grandfather, who had gone with him to move in for his second year at Melrose Academy. He's been doing this for the entire walk to the dorm building- until, eventually, his grandfather was carrying nothing but a viola case and a cup of coffee. He'd protested the first few times, reminding Theodore that he's old, not crippled, but eventually gave in, so that his curly-haired grandson ended up carrying most of the bags. There aren't very many of them, anyway. Theo is far from fashionable, and only owns a few articles of clothing. In fact, out of the three suitcases he's brought for the entire year, only the smallest has regular clothing in it. He also carries a hanger with a tux on it, but that is reserved for concerts. His other bag is all CDs and Notebooks, along with his laptop. Thus, he is well prepared for the year. If he needs school supplies, he can always purchase them over the course of the year, and he's otherwise perfectly fine.

The Roberts duo turns a corner, the walls familiar to Theo, of course, though his first days here had been something of a blur- a mix of dreaminess and morbidness, as he switched between excitement and certainty that he would find himself to be an utter failure here. At first, he had come to believe this- all of the other music department students seemed to play five or six instruments. Most were double, or even triple, threats, and could certainly outperform Theo on the viola any day. Eventually, he had found his own talents, though, providing a security blanket of sorts. He was, at least in his department or year, one of the best musical composers. Perhaps he hadn't been playing Mozart at three years old, but the young man has a gift for creating his own pieces- most often for the piano and cello. Vain though it may seem, Theo had been glad to be slightly better than the others at something, at least.

He and his grandfather continue on to his dorm room in silence- the elder Mr. Roberts has always been more a man of actions than words, really. He stops about halfway to the room and looks at Theo, who stops a few seconds later, upon realizing that his grandfather is no longer walking beside him. "Erm. Yes?" He asks quickly- his words are always a bit quicker than they ought to be.

"This is as far as I go, then. You don't need your grandfather walking you into your room, now," Mr. Roberts says evenly, though having been raised by him, Theo knows that he is about to cry, or look less composed, and would like to return to the car before doing so. He reaches an arm around his grandfather in a half sort of hug, before nodding. "Right. I'll see you for the Holidays," Theo says, taking his viola away from his grandfather. The two sort of nod, and then go separate ways. To the untrained eye, it seemed a very unsentimental, and downright chill, affair.

Moments later, Theo is opening the door to his room, a slight task given his full hands, and spots a fellow student already lying on one of the beds. "Hey, you must be Ma-" Theo begins, before hearing a familiar voice yelp in pain just a bit down the hallway. He leans out the door to see Carmen leaning against the wall at the end of the hallway, leaning against the corner and holding her toe- completely exaggerating the situation.

"Hey, Carmen! Are you alright?" he calls out. Without waiting for an answer, he goes into the room and drops his stuff on the bed, ignoring any response she might have given for a different priority- introductions.

"Theodore Roberts- you can call me Theo," he introduces himself to Mason.

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#2013-11-11 20:56:51, as written by Darkdiva_14

Nina laughed at Carmen lightly. Leave it to Car to try to crack jokes when she was hurt. It was one of the reasons why Nina loved the blonde so much. No matter how serious the situation, Carmen always brought light and in a world where darkness lay in every corner, it was refreshing. What wasn't refreshing was seeing the blonde on the floor and in pain.

"Oh, the rejection! How can I ever go on," Nina exclaimed dramatically, feigning a look of utter devastation. Well, it was as much devastation as she could muster. It was no secret that Nina wasn't the best of actresses; she could hardly lie very well. She chuckled at her own little performance, shaking her head as she took in her friend's injury.

Luckily, Carmen hadn't injured herself too badly. It was common for anyone to drop something heavy on their toes; Nina did so last week. However, as a dancer, it was life-threatening. Any one injury could lead them to have to go to the hospital. Hospital trips led to extended vacations from dancing. She didn't even need to go into detail about how much one could suffer from not dancing for an extended period of time. Nina frowned as Carmen explained that she dropped her suitcase because she answered Nina's text.

"Wait next time, please," Nina begged and applied the bandage to the girl's toe. The bruising should go down in the next few days, but it wouldn't be wise to do anything extreme. "I do not need to be the reason why we don't have you in class. You know I can't go a day in Mr. Berry's class without you. And no, I don't think we're doing point so soon. He'll probably just figure out where we are after the summer and give us at least this week to get ourselves together." Nina winked good-naturedly and helped Carmen put back on her sock and shoe, telling Carmen to also wear sandals or something if she could. Anything would be better than the closed-toe shoes that would put more pressure on the toe.

With that settled, Nina helped her friend stand, allowing the blonde to lean all of her weight on her.

"Just lead the way," Nina said. She picked up one of Carmen's heavier items and then another one, hopefully alleviating all of the pressure so that the girl could limp her way to her room. She felt her phone buzz in her back pocket and opted to wait until they got to Carmen's room to answer. It was most likely Belinda. Just as she was about to ask Carmen again, she turned and saw a pout on the blonde's face. "What?"

"You and Cassie are sharing a suite without me? I'm hurt. And not just physically." Nina giggled.

"What are you complaining for? You and I both know you'll just be in the suite with us every single day! Whose rooms were you in back-and-forth last year?" Nina decided to remind her, arching an eyebrow. She and Carmen both knew the answer to that. Despite not being close to Cassie, she understood that Carmen was both of their friends. Perhaps being in a suite together would bring Nina closer to the other junior. After all, it was her mission this year to make more friends.

Just as his roommate entered the room, the boy was back in the hallway and Mason sat up for that moment, trying to peer out the door to see who he was talking to. He heard two familiar voices, one in particular one that left him smiling. Nina. It had been fun spending a little time with her earlier this summer. He actually was supposed to text her when he got back on campus. However, knowing the older brunette female, she was probably too busy greeting all of her friends.

In his musing, Mason almost missed it when Theo spoke to him.

"Theodore Roberts- you can call me Theo." The guy introduced himself and Mason smiled in response, hopefully conveying enough warmth towards his new roommate. His last roommate was his former best friend and that didn't end too well. If Mason could recall, the guy turned out to be gay and that was just another story that Mason didn't want to delve into. It wasn't as if Mason actually had a problem with being friends with a gay or a bisexual, but things became awkward. How do you react when your best friend makes moves on you? While you guys were roommates!

Yeah, weird.

"Mason Lockwood," Mason replied, deciding then to start unpacking some of his things. "Is your friend alright out there?"

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#2013-11-12 04:18:21, as written by Miss Nomer

Carmen can't help but grin, even through the continuing ache in her toe, clearly satisfied with having made Nina laugh. She always seems to be the goofy sort, trying to make other people laugh and willingly breaking tensions through jokes made at her own expense. Given how relaxed she comes across as being, it is shocking to those who do not know her well how much she works. The young woman has some natural gift in dance, of course, but her skill is otherwise entirely earned through working her feet down to the bone, and spending long nights working on this twirl or that leap. She isn't a perfectionist, as Nina is, but the girl has her own steely work ethic that aids her in keeping up with the dancers who seem to have an unfair portion of natural talent. Still, she laughs and grins at her friends response to the jest.

"You'll simply have to get over me, I'm afraid. It will be difficult, but I have faith in you," the blonde encourages her friend, nodding sagely, though her smile cannot be restrained, breaking through her poor attempt at an expression of seriousness. While Nina examines her injury, Carmen looks over the hallway again, as though expecting someone to suddenly jump in and do something spontaneous and amusing. At this school, such a thing isn't as far-fetched as it may seem. Musicians practice in the lunchroom, one can hear opera in the bathroom stalls, and dancers bend and contort as they carry on perfectly mundane conversations outside of class. This is perhaps one of Carmen's favorite things about this school: it's variety and general atmosphere. While it may have a fiercely competitive air about it, Melrose also has this intoxicating factor about it, for every student is passionate about what they do, and are gifted in their respective fields, as well.

Carmen raises her eyebrows at Nina's reassurance, but ends up smiling anyway. The young woman is a smiler, as far as expressions go. If she's nervous or frightened, Carmen will smile. Happy or excited? Smiles for that. Miserable? An unconvincing little smile for that. This smile, however, is genuine. "Nope. Definitely blaming you if Mr. Berry scolds me," she promises, returning Nina's wink after listening to her fellow dancer's instructions about preserving her toe.

As Nina reminds her of how often Carmen had been in Cassie and Nina's rooms last year, she finds herself smiling guiltily, knowing it to be true. To be fair, Cassie had gaming consoles in her room- Carmen was not so lucky. "Fair enough. Follow me," Carmen concedes, limping a bit over to her room, which was at the end of a hallway in the dorm. Clearly, Kassandra had already dropped off her stuff, but the girl herself is long gone.

Carmen drops her stuff on her bed and immediately opens one of the bags, which is full of rolled up and mistreated comic books and graphic novels. The guilty smile returns when she sees the state of her precious books, before turning back towards Nina, standing in front of the bag to hide it from sight. "I could eat a stegosaurus- have you had lunch yet?"

"Mason Lockwood," Theo's new roommate responds with a smile that seems friendly enough, leading Theo to decide that he seems like an alright sort of person. He does notice a bit of an accent in Mason's words, which makes him think of his Grandfather, who has already left the campus by now. Both of his Grandparents had moved to the US from England, after all, though time had degraded their accent into something which came and go depending on the words and how quickly the two were speaking. Obviously, Theo never adopted such an accent from his guardians, but of course, people tend to mimic the sound of their peers rather than their parents, so this is to be expected. Thoughts returning to his new roommate, Theo nods in acknowledgement to the fellow.

When he asks about the injured party sitting outside, Theo just chuckles, glancing back towards the door. "Carmen? She's probably just exaggerating it, honestly," he explains to Mason, justifying his own nonchalance about her yelp in pain. Given experience, he's likely not wrong. Like many others, his friend exaggerates the small pains, and denies the existence of the big ones. Perhaps he does this himself, but it really depends more on his mood than anything else, should he dwell on it enough to consider such a thing.

"Besides, sounds like someone's already gone to her aid," he adds, hearing Carmen's voice speaking to another familiar one, though the voices eventually fade, walking away, most likely.

Taking cue from Mason, Theo begins to unpack his own stuff, though it is a small amount, of course. He puts priority on his music and instruments, placing the sheet music in the first drawer of his bedside table, and setting his instruments to the side, away from any danger, as gently as one might an infant. Having carefully done this, he begins to thoughtlessly throw clothing into whichever drawers will fit them on his side. Only a concert tuxedo is spared from this, hung up in the closet, the only thing he puts in there to take up space. "What department are you in, then? Not music," Theo inquires, turning back towards Mason.

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#2013-11-12 23:31:17, as written by Darkdiva_14

Nina chuckled at Carmen as they sat the girl's things in her room.

Not even sure how that would fit in your mouth, sweetie," Nina replied and pulled out her phone. A small squeal escaped from her mouth as she recalled that Belinda was, in fact, her suite mate. She hurriedly responded to her best friend's text.

To:Belinda
Heading to the caf with Carmen. Come :)

With the text sent, Nina turned all of her attention back to the blonde before her, flipping some of her hair over her shoulder. While she adored having her hair longer now and was ever grateful for not being that bald, sickly child she remembered looking at it in the mirror, it could get annoying. Nina almost had the right mind to tie it back into one of her chignons, but refrained from doing so. She was wearing the headband for a reason.

"I invited Belle for lunch," she told Carmen, hooking her arm with the blonde. One, because the girl would need to refrain from putting too much pressure on her toe. Secondly and probably the bigger reason, because she missed Carmen. Talking on the phone and occasionally Skyping was one thing; seeing the girl in the flesh and being able to just be in her presence was something entirely different. "Come on, I actually want a burger right now."

"Carmen? She's probably just exaggerating it, honestly." Mason chuckled to himself. He remembered Carmen. She was friends with Nina and well, the bubbly blonde was cute. Mason knew nothing would come out of it and actually hadn't thought about her all summer. Then again, the girl from Pasadena was pretty mind-blowing. Anyway, he could recall Carmen's tendency to over-exaggerate. He presumed that Theo and Carmen were close. Actually, now that the thought crossed his mind, he recalled seeing them every now and then.

While putting away his clothes that required being hung up, Mason overheard Theo saying that Carmen was probably getting help and his earlier assumption that Nina was outside was confirmed. He almost abandoned the conversation with his new roommate to confront the brunette, but heard her voice slowly fading away down the hall. I'll text her later.

"What department are you in, then? Not music." Mason shook his head, pulling out one of his leather jackets and hanging it up in the closet.

"Theater," he replied shortly. After a beat, he smirked at Theo before plastering one of his most determined and passionate expressions, a fist clenched in front of him. "Alas, you're stuck with one of the many thespians roaming the hall, beguiling young damsels and slaying the monstrous demons we call teachers." It only took a second for Mason to go back to being himself and he chuckled at his own show. "No, seriously. Just an actor. I do that a lot. Forgive me."

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#2013-11-13 02:38:53, as written by Miss Nomer

Carmen glances down at her phone once more, while Nina places some of the bags she had picked upon on the bed. It's a reply from Cassie, as she had expected it to be. Looking at her friend's prediction, Carmen begins smiling once more, her almost-dimples revealing themselves as they always do. Cassie clearly knows her well- she had been thinking of going for an animated movie tonight, maybe Batman: Under the Red Hood. Not wanting to be too predictable, though, she quickly begins making other plans for what movie they should watch. One of the new Marvel films? DC? Can't be Batman, now, and to be honest, she hadn't been a huge fan of the new Superman movie. Maybe something older? Or just a few episodes of the hilariously bad live-action series from the 80s? Well, she still has a few hours to decide, luckily. The options are too multiple and tempting for the girl to be expected to make a decision quite yet, really. "We're going to be watching movies at your suite tonight," Carmen informs Nina cheerfully, responding tot he message as she does so.

To: Cassie
Me? Batman movie? What would give you that idea? I dropped a bag on my toe ^_^; Going to the cafe with Nina- meet us there?

She stands up, and raises an eyebrow when Nina admits to inviting Belle to join them for food. "There goes our romantic meal, huh? Well, I invited Cassie, so I guess that makes your whole suite- plus me," thus, this ends up being a good opportunity for both Nina and Carmen to better acquaint themselves with other people- Carmen doesn't really know Belinda very well, and Nina doesn't seem to hang out with Cassie much.

Carmen playfully nudges her shoulder against Nina when the latter loops her arm with the former's. "Going to be my human crutch? You are too good for me, Miss Lovell," she says cheerfully, though she does mean it. Nina has been an excellent friend to her ever since she joined this school. The girl helped her through some serious, health-endangering rough spots, and that means a lot to Carmen. At Nina's words, Carmen's eyes twinkle, as though she's been waiting for her to say that.

"Then I guess we should get Mooving," she responds back, the pun coming a bit too eagerly, making it clear that she's overly pleased with herself for coming up with it. Even though the joke is rather terrible, the girl continues to smile at her own joke for the entire walk to the cafe, only getting over her own satisfaction with the joke when they find a table.

"I'll save the table if you go and get the food- anything is fine," Carmen tells Nina.

Theo falls back onto his bed after putting away most of his things, immediately pleased to find that it isn't too hard or soft- his last mattress had been as hard as a rock, and the young man had often opted to sleep on the couch, or use layers of blanketing in order to cushion it a bit. Honestly, he's a bit tired at the moment, and quickly begins to zone out, thinking of all varieties of half-sensical things when Mason responds to a question he'd already, only a moment or two later, forgotten asking. The minute he answers, Theo raises his eyebrows, wondering what it will be like rooming with a kid who is part of the department known for being a bit on the manipulative side. I'm in a poor position to be judging people for being a bit darker. Besides, the music department has its share of puppeteers as well, Theo reminds himself, realizing his instinctive judgement.

Of course, Mason's decision to launch into a dramatic description of his department, the sort rivaling Jessie and Jame's monologue, does prompt a half-smirk in Theo's expression. Because of the answer's initial brevity, the following bit came as slightly more unexpected than it should have. "Beguiling young damsels and slaying demons?" he repeats, even after Mason's apology, his smirk becoming more of a smile at this point.

"Glad I don't have a younger sister walking the halls with such apparent gods lurking about," he jests, standing back up and glancing over at his now empty bags, which lie open on the floor.

"Well, at least you won't sing at night. I'm a musician, but eventually having a singer for a roommate can be a bit of a pain," the comment is rather absentminded, for Theo is already distracted before he even finishes the thought. At the moment, he's honestly feeling the onset of a familiar craving. Since it's the beginning of returning day, he doubts anyone will be lurking about his favorite smoking spot. The habit began as a response to stress, and though it remained due to his tendency to easily become addicted, it also serves as an alleviation for boredom of any sort. Not to say that Mason is dull, quite the contrary, but he can feel a headache coming on, having not had a smoke all day.

"Well, now that we've been properly introduced, I'll be stepping out. Hoping for a good year," he says with another nod of the head, before discreetly slipping a lighter and pack of cigarettes into his jacket pocket and heading on out, leaving Mason to his own devices while he goes to a spot just behind the dorms, where a clump of trees and bushes obscure anyone leaning against them from view. Taking a drag, he begins to experience a lessening of the pressure in his skull.

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#2013-11-17 18:58:47, as written by Miss Nomer

[I'm just going to go ahead and post, I guess, since I guess Diva is busy, maybe?]

Once more, Carmen receives a message from her phone, making the girl wonder why she keeps putting it back in her pocket. She has to angle herself slightly to pull out her phone, but is rewarded with a message from Kass, who had apparently seen Carmen overreacting to her toestubbing incident in the hallways. The blonde smiles at the text, though she wonders why Kass would be worried about bothering her. They are friends, after all, so there is no real need for such concerns. Well, not in Carmen's mind, anyway, but she's always bordered on the sort of overly friendly that can either be endearing or a bit on the annoying side, depending on the personality of whoever it is that she's speaking with, or trying to get to speak.

To: Kass
You're never a bother, Kass :-) Everything is under control, thanks to my favorite Nurse Nina. We're in the cafeteria right now, actually- where are you?

The girl is admittedly pleased to find that everyone has arrived by now, or at least almost everyone, given that she hasn't received any word from Lucas, Lexus, or Clara. Scratch that, I saw Clara in the hallway. Where has she gone off to? I guess her room, Carmen corrects her train of thought, but it has gotten her thinking on those whom she has yet to see. Maybe the former two haven't arrived yet? She decides to send out a text to them, as well as Clara.

TO: Lexus, Luca
Are you on campus yet?

To: Clara
Saw you in the hallway- who is your roommate? Feel like coming down to the cafe?

She nearly makes the mistake of putting her phone away for the second time, but it buzzes before she can do such a thing, and so the girl checks and sees that it is a text from Cassie. She begins to type out a response, likely a very lame one, but stops halfway through the task when she sees Cassie walking towards them.

"And good afternoon to you," Carmen responds, making a bit of a face as she does it, the sort where her nose scrunches up and her mouth puckers, as though she's just eaten a lemon or something sour. There is no actual meaning behind the face, as is the case with many of her various expressions. She just likes making faces- probably due to playing with her younger brother, who is a big fan of funny faces, especially Carmen's. She occasionally forgets that not everyone is so enthusiastic about them, though they have made some people crack a smile during lessons, at the very least.

Theo flicks some ash off of his cigarettes, and leaves it dangling between his fingers while he pulls out his phone, suddenly craving social interaction. Of course, an excellent solution would be to return to his dorm and continue talking to his new roommate, Mason. And, more likely than not, he will end up doing that in a few moments. Still, he also wants to see if one of his friends is in the area yet. Besides Carmen, that is, because she seems to be currently occupied with other things, or had been a few moments ago.

To: Clara, Marley
Hey- how's it going? On campus yet?

He doesn't know that Clara is, as he hasn't seen her, and there is no evidence as to whether Marley has arrived back at the school quite yet. Thus, he has only to wait. That is, until he hears the familiar voice of one of the teachers, and immediately drops his cigarette onto the pavement, digging into it with his shoe before making his way back to his dorm. Bathroom first, actually, so he can get rid of the cigarette scent with a good amount of handsoap, and a few breath mints. Then, the dorm.

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"And, I'm back. So, what part of England are you from? Based on the accent, I mean. My grandparents are from the UK, as well," he says, making half-decent conversation, likely. There may be a slight lingering scent of cigarettes on him, but he's gained a few tricks for hiding it, besides just mints and scented soaps, so its unlikely. Or so he hopes, anyway.

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Mason Lockwood

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a character in “In It For the Fame {Remake}”, as played by Darkdiva_14

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