Quentin Frasier Radford
Despite the few moments of silence after Wadsworth had left, Quentin had yet to doze off like he had planned. Instead, he had spent the time just mulling over the situation in his head. The boy was aware that life would be so much more different within a boarding school. He still wasn't familiar with the concept. The idea that his sleeping area was only a walking distance away from school seemed alien to him. His half-lidded eyes continued to gaze upwards at the ceiling, his pupils somewhat dilated and unfocused. In fact, he had not even heard of Beauchamp Academy until he had seen the title embedded in metal along the gate entrance. Quentin had no previous knowledge of the school or it's reputation. Perhaps it would be best to have a look around - sooner rather than later.
Quentin stood up and walked towards the desk close to his bed. His large hands closed around the bundle that his butler had left on the table. He then returned back onto the ruffled mattress, this time he crossed his legs and rested his back onto the wooden headstand. The boy left the booklet and keys in the hollow chasm his legs created and put the ID card in between his thumb and forefinger. He moved it slightly, letting the light glint off its smooth surface.
Name: Quentin Frasier Radford.
D.O.B: 16/08/1994
Dorm #: 1C
He continued to examine the card until he heard the faint click of the door opening and the muffled sound of footsteps against carpet.
He observed an unfamiliar male walk in, was this his new room-mate? He was relatively short, with long locks of brunette hair; something resembling a fringe covered the majority of his right eye. Quentin didn't want to judge solely on appearance, and decided to push any hypotheses aside. Upon acknowledgement of Quentin's presence, the boy tilted his head to the side curiously.
"Hey," The boy said while dropping onto the bed beside Quentin's own, "I'm Jayden, your roommate. And you are?"
A calm and relaxed introduction, would he be the pessimistic, boring kind? Quentin wouldn't know until he found out. The blonde dropped his ID card into his lap and edged closer. He leaned on his left arm and reached out towards Jayden with his right, having the pure intention of a friendly handshake.
"Good morning, Jayden," He replied with a grin, "You seem like a nice lad, I'm Quentin - or Q. Just call me Q."
[WHERE AM I?] In Dorm C1.
[WHO AM I WITH?] Jayden Rogers.
[WHAT’S ON MY MIND?] “He should really cut his hair.”
[OOC] No worries, the butler's gone. I've put what I was doing previously in this post, so you shouldn't be confused.
All in all, this post was pretty bland. Possibly a few typos. Quentin would've probably done a more quirkier/ interesting method of introducing himself, but Imbecile can't think of one right now. =w=