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Anastasiy Norn

"Walking up the east coast...not as fun as you might think..."

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

Description

Appearance:Image

Anastasis stands around 5'10, and very lanky in build. Not skinny, just lanky. His natural hair color is black, though it's almost always dyed red for his own reason that he only says when asked. Glasses are a staple on his face due to his less than optimal vision and refusal to wear contacts due to an insedent that left him with sick eyes for a week. His hair, on another note, is almost always messy. Weither it be in a messy pony tail or worn down, don't expect it to be combed unless someone else does it.
There are times where you will see half his face covered in stage make while he wanders around the house from testing out special effect makeup on himself. This tends to leave all kinds of smudges on his clothes and alot of stuff.
There is also a bright green Quetzal feather in his hair that is almost always there and braided into his hair for some reason. (see Extra and charished items)
Name: Anastasiy Norn
Nickname: Stasis
Age: 19
Sexual Orientation: Bi-sexual but leaning toward guys.

Likes:
- Special effect makeup: He loves the stuff. His imagination runs wild with it and someones leads to some pretty good pranks.
- Cats: he's always been a cat person. Life's couch potato buddy
- Storms: Watching them, listening to them, hearing thunder roar soothes his troubled soul.
- chocolate: Think the chocolate fish. word of warning: keep it hidden.
- Strawberries: doesn't like to talk about it, it's just a thing....
- anime: Entertains him for days on end. And with a subscription to crunchy roll and netflix on his laptop days are spent watching his backlog.
- Sleeping under trees
- Belly dancing: Again...it's a thing and he can do it.

Dislikes:
- Dogs: Extreme phobia and will go into a nervous breakdown if a big one is around.
- Spring: Makes him groggy
- Probing questions: If he doesn't like to talk about it, leave it alone
- Being woken up for no reason- enough said.

Hobbies:
- Special effect make up designs.
- Mead making: he doesn't get to do it all too often anymore since he's been on the move, but he can make a damn good brew for any occasion. The only issue is that it takes a damn. Long. Time. to make. However, he does have several bottles of some that he made before he left his Lover's house on his own. And by a few, he brings at least 10 large bottles in one bag and several little bottles ranging from shot sized to water-bottle sizes of glass bottles. Yes, a lot of home made booze. Pick your poison.

Outfits:
-Black and white sweater(two sizes too big and falling off his shoulders, baggy jeans, and old worn down converse. (winter or inside casual)
- Long tee shirt and fuzzy blue pajama pants (evening or lazy)
- Striped long sleeve shirt and skinny jeans (casual)
- trench coat with so many makeup stains, he doesn't even bother trying to get them out anymore. worn almost everywhere.

Cherished Items:
- while not an 'item' Rowan has been with him since the beginning.
- Makeup "fortress": His lifeline and the way he provives himself with money to eat. Is every lost without it.
- laptop: Entertainment and line to keep sanity for the moment. That and a record of all his bigger projects
- Two statues that he carries with him everywhere One of Quetzalcoatl and one of bast (not the one from DND, but he likes to make people think it is). He says that they're just for decoration but becomes very irritated when someone touches them without permission unless something bad is about to happen to them. (see extra for more information)
-quetzal feather: The feather (the tail feather of the bird to be exact) that never leaves his hair for any reason other then to shower is something that he got by accident after a childhood trip to central and south america, again he says that it's a knicknack and often says nothing more about it, but will explain it if he thinks he can trust the person not to have a freak out about it. (again see extra)

Personality: Stasis is a rather odd character. Odd in the sence of one thing could mean the other for him. On first meeting, he's a little quiet, stand offish and rather tense. Most of the time, once he's gotten some time to settle into is surroundings, he's fairly easy to talk to, and scatterbrained. Often staring off into space when in thought or forgetting something once he's in the area of where the thing he was getting is. There are times where he does something completely random for the most part; dance in place, sing something random or something of the like.

While fairly calm and easy going most of the time, Stasis has also been described as being "scary calm" when angry. This is his attempt to keep a straight face even in the face of massive anger. Only where he can get to somewhere secluded enough to where no one can hear him, he can lash out and scream in rage since it can build up very quickly in a short amount of time. Usually a storm is perfect for this.

The only other time you can see any kind of irritation on his face is if he is woken up in the middle of the night for no apparent reason. If explained, then he will simmer down, but still be a little peeved about being woken up.

He is also a pleaser. A habit that he's been trying to get rid off since his coming out, but has so for been failing at it due to his fear of people hating him or being alone.

Thoughts on situation: It has not been an easy transition since his coming out, but has been trying to make the best of it. He's gotten to travel, meet new people and even earn a bit of money. Even if that meant going from place to place on bike or foot, painting bratty kids faces and getting ripped off a number of times. But it could be worse.

Brief History: Anastasiy was born in Miami, but was raise Tallahassee for most of his life. His home life wasn't something that he could look back on as being memorable. Mother was a sweetheart, father was almost always gone for work and never really bonded with him too much. He knew that he always had a knack for makeup for the longest. Sometimes calling out the makeover ladies at their local mall for either using the wrong brush or wrong foundation for someone. In all honesty, he didn't see anything really wrong. It was hobby as much as others had football or other sports.

His father would always try and get him into sports since childhood, but failed due to his disinterest in them. Over the years, their relationship strained and the subtle insults started once he hit middle school. He became a bit of a loner in middle school and in his early years of high school, often having crushes on other boys and girls every now and again. The crushes of girls were always failures and he didn't dare make a move one of the boys from not wanting to risk ridicule. He did have a friend that did keep him company and eventually fell for him.
They did become a couple in the later years of high school, but did their best to keep it hidden. However, the rumor mill got a hold of it and someone decided to out him and his boyfriend during lunch at school much to their devastation. Stasis's father got a hold of the news soon after wards after having to come to the school after Stasis had given someone a beating over being bisexual. He and his parents never talked after the indecent, eventually locking him out of the house and leaving most of his belongings on the door step.
Oddly enough, there was cat that decided to follow him around and soon became his fast friend. He did move in with his lover before going out of his own. They still have contact with each other, but decided to break the relationship off to keep their friendship.

Theme Song(s):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xKF3ps4nH2o faun - unda
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UUIQox072QA He pukes based shark - mayhem
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PQmDUEv939A KT Tunstall - Black Horse And The Cherry Tree (often sings this to himself)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kSnNSVO2OMs Wardruna - Laukr


Roommate: Evgeny Boroschek
Room Appearance: TBA

Extra(s): Stasis is a pagan, a devotee of both the goddess Bast and the god Quetzalcoatl and has a statue of both of them. He doesn't mind telling people if they ask, but doesn't like to talk about it due to difficulties in trying to explain it and being called a devil worshiper. He usually keeps the statues on his night stand and leaves little offerings to them in the morning or at night and lights a candle for them both. This also means that some offerings are a bit...unsettling to other people. Hint: pidgons and other small birds are not safe! However, this is once in a rare, rare while. This is also the reason for the green feather in his hair.
His cat is almost always with him in someway (usually on his shoulder or in his bag) and tends to eat the offerings at his altar after he's done with them since they are usually soda or small candies (Bast) and either meat, fresh flowers or chocolate (Quetzalcoatl). This often makes people think the altar is a very elaborate feeding dish for Rowan. She is also a very large cat, almost 20 pounds and it's not fat, and will make a bed out of anyone that she sees fit. Don't leave anything around her that could be seen as something to paw either, she has a habit of hording stuff once a home has been made.

So begins...

Anastasiy Norn's Story

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Airports. An international hub of people coming from far and wide to go places they've never been. For some, this was a place that had become a nightmare. Anastasiy Norn, a Florida native, sat on the curb at John F. Kennedy Airport with many bags and a large sliver looking cat beside him, dressed in baggy jeans and a smuged up trench coat, looking just as out of place as the male was. “At least we won’t get kicked out her rowan.” He said, holding the cat close to him as he watched the cars and taxis go by. It had been well over two months since he had come out to his parents and things hadn't been as smooth as he had wanted it to be. As supportive as his mother had been, his father had effectively cut him out of his life and then out of the house. Sure, staying with his 'then' lover had been nice until he had been invited to stay in New York for a new life. The only regret? Walking from Tallahassee, Florida to Charlotte, North Carolina and then taking a plane the rest of the way up.

He stood up, leaning against a massive suitcase and lugging a rather large camping back on his back as he hailed a cab. A feeling that was new to him. Tallahassee didn't have any taxis that he knew of, then again New York was a much larger city and seeing as he was going to be staying in the inner part of the city, then he thought it may as well unless they wanted more traffic jams than people could even think of. The Taxi Driver help Stasis with his bag, not even noticing the cat as it climbed into the car and soon was driving off into the city.

It was bad enough that he had never been to the northeast in his life as his memory permitted, but in such a large city that would now be his home was one that started to sink at this time of piece. New people, new roommate, new settings. Stasis sunk into his seat as he started to shake a little. He wasn't sure how anyone would take to him being their roommate since he was a bit of packrat and nester. Rowan seemed to see his discomfort and rubbed up against him and mewing. Trying to calm him.

"Nervous boy? We're here?" the voice of the taxi driver snapped him out of the nervous stooper.

"huh? Oh, sorry. How much do I owe you?"

"38 dollars. You weren't that far from the airport."

Stasis nodded, handing over the money and starting to rush to get his things out of the back. The cat, on the other hand, had other plans for their new living arrangements. Rowan wandered up the boy that stood at the door of the building and started the mew at him while stasis struggled to get his things out of the taxi. Stasis, on the other hand, finally pulling his suitcase out of the trunk and letting the taxi finally drive away. He took a seat, trying to keep himself together and take a breather. It was either now or be homeless in an unfamiliar city.

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Craig Winters


It wasn't the light from the window, or the noise from his roommates (And trust him, there was always noise) that woke him up. Late into the morning the young man felt a thirst, not for water, but for nicotine. Around nine is when he finally rose, earlier than most days, and the first thing Craig did was lean out the window next to his bed with a Marlboro cigarette in his mouth. Addiction was a powerful thing. On the bright side, it always got him up in the mornings, lest he end up sleeping until the later afternoon.

His hair was disheveled and he was without a shirt, yet the cool morning air felt good on his skin, becoming a compliment to the harsh smoke that traveled down into his lungs. These were his mornings; listening to the sounds of New York City. It was very different from Flint, where he had grown up and also unlike Detroit, where he lived for a couple of years. Memories clouded his mind too often. Days spent at Angelo's Coney Island were the waitress would give him extra whipped cream on his milkshakes, the Flint Institute of Art where his younger sister would always drag them to see the new temporary exhibit, not to forget the Riverbank Park, a great destination to do shrooms thanks to the maze-like dried up fountain. Craig put out his cigarette on the outside brick wall. They were bittersweet memories, he needed to disregard them.

The man grabbed an article of clothing from off the floor, a white T-shirt that had the Black Flag logo printed on it. He smelled it before sliding it on, deeming it clean enough to wear, and himself too tired to care. It certainly didn't go well with his atrocious American flag themed pajama pants. A co-worker had gotten them for him for his birthday about four months ago, she thought it was a hoot for an anarchist like him to wear something so patriotic. They truly were hideous, but he didn't care for what he wore to bed. Besides, he could dig the irony of the situation.

Craig managed to snag the bathroom on the first floor, the same floor where his bedroom was. Luckily he had the opportunity to pick out the first room, being the one to find this place in the first place. He also had the honor of cleaning and fixing it up, though he didn't actually mind a little physical labor. After a quick shower and other morning actives, the now damp haired man found himself indulging in his morning custom - sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of black coffee and the daily newspaper. It was both a habit and a hobby, he did make an effort to keep up with current events, even if most of them irritated them.

"The mystery unravels, the politicians don't care about the poor and the F.B.I and C.I.A continue to act like rats." He took another drink from his coffee while looking unimpressed at the several articles. Medicaid, affair scandals, no matter what the case it was like watching a decapitated chicken. Humans sure did like their lives complicated. "I'm baffled, someone pick me up a bottle of valium." He would have continued on with his bitching that wasn't directed at anyone specific, but the sound of their doorbell ringing interrupted his routine.

That's right, some new people were showing up today. When no one else was scrambling to answer the door, Craig left his cup of coffee and newspaper on the table in favor of letting the new kids in. After all, he was the eldest, wasn't that somehow a responsibility of his? Probably.

As fate would have it, Craig twisted the doorknob and pulled on the door, reveling the outside world. This included two men, younger than himself by at least a couple of years, and his eyes landed on the the culprit of the ringing doorbell. The boy was, well, Asian, and looked well put together albeit a bit, nervous? He certainly seemed that way. Then again, Craig wasn't a master at reading what people were feeling, and soon found himself cease to care. Also, he should say something about now.

"Hey." Solid intro. "You two must be..." He paused, pondering. His green eyes shifted to the left, trying to recall what their names were supposed to be. He wasn't a regular online, nor was he good at remembering the names of people he had never met in person. "I'm Craig, go ahead and make yourselves at home. There's coffee." The man decided to give up and change the subject, with his voice not wavering when he did so, causing it to sound more casual than anything. It held a hint of sleep, thanks to his inability to become truly awake so quickly. Wait until the coffee kicks in, that was the rule. There was another lull before he moved out of the doorway so the two could actually come inside like he said. The coffee should kick in any time now, just give it a minute.

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If it wasn't for the lugging of very large baggage and a twenty pound cat purring like a well running car engine in his ear, Stasis would have been having a bit of a nervous breakdown from being in such a strange place. The idea had been sinking and festering in his mind since he had been wandering around the house, looking for a place to "roost" and finally put down his things rather than looking like a pack mule. Rowan seemed to be more intreged in her new surroundings as well, hopping off her owner's shoulder once he plopped himself down on the couch and started to explore the house a bit.

New people, meaning new places to sunbathe on when time permitted. The feline wandered around the kitchen, looking toward the door as she watched two girls walk in. The cat mewed, as if greeting them and started to groom itself. Rowan was one for people, even if it did look like she was blowing people off.

Stasis, on the other hand, slumped on the couch; staring into space in thought. To those looking in from another room, he would seem dead or just out cold, but really he was just trying to recoup from the trip. "Coffee...That'll wake me up..." he muttered to himself as he became animated once more and started to dig into the camping bag in front of him. As much as he felt like a stranger in a place that was now his home, the flight here left him drained. Pulling out a round and corked jar filled with a red, green and black powder with a recipe taped on the outside of it. "Mother's alternative to red bull. Good morning to you too." He said with a smirk as he wandered into the kitchen himself.

However, there was a bit of a problem. Being that this was a new place, he didn't have a clue where everything was. And by the way he was looking in all the cabinets in the place, it was gonna be a while until he figured it out. He looked around for anyone else, making sure that others weren't coming. He was already uncomfortable with his new surroundings, rather not make himself look like an idiot in front of people on his first day.

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The room was dark, the black shades where closed tight and there was a bed next to the window with about six blankets on it, under the blankets Carsin slept deeply. Some of her black, blur, and white hair escaped from under the blankets but if you werent looking closely you wouldn't even been able to tell she was there. She stirred slightly at sounds she heard from downstairs, a slight groan escaped her lips Ashe stretched her arms out from under the blankets then quickly curled back into a ball. She was not a morning person and never has been, what she needed in the morning was weed, coffee, and a cigarette then maybe she would be more sociable.

Slowly she got out of the bed, she grabbed a sweatshirt and sweatpants and put them on. She usually only slept in a big tshirt and boy shorts so she could sleep with more blankets. She grabbed one of her joints from a drawer in her night stand, pulled her hood over her crazy hair, and grabbed a blanket from her bed, wrapping herself in it then left her room.

Slowly making her way downstairs and to the kitchen she saw the coffee maker already on "sweet deal" she didn't notice the guy at first but then she turned, reaching into the cupboard to get a mug and nearly screamed when she bumped into someone. "Holy shit! Who are you.." thats when she remembered Craig told her the other day a bunch of new people where coming to stay. "Sorry..umm..morning..forgot people where comingtoday...Carsin...I am Carson but in the chatroom I'm known as Blitz.." she was rambling and muttering which was something she did when her anxiety was high or she was nervous. She grabbed a mug from a nearby cupboard then looked to the guy beside her Coffee..weed?..cigarette??" she asked as she made herself a cup of coffee with aloof of sugar. Carsin was not good meeting other people especially with what happened with her family, she has been wicked withdrawn since then and has been depressed, she wasn't much of a people person like she used to be..she's scared to get hurt again.

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So here she was. Jordyn dragged her various belongings into the building, taking a short look around to get her bearings. She didn't even know what room she was staying in. She didn't even know who she would be rooming with. Newsflash: She didn't seem to know anything today! Joyful! Finally, she found an out of the way spot, tucking her bags as neatly as she could so they didn't get in the way while she figured herself out. She rubbed her hands together, finally warming them up enough to gain feeling back into them. It wasn't that cold, but she had been clenching them so hard, it might as well have been below zero. The blood rushed through them once more, bringing color and flexibility back to her digits. Jordyn was knocked out of her circle of thought when she heard a small meow. She paused, then looked down, to see a deliriously fat and adorable cat, casually grooming itself. "Well, hello beautiful," She cooed, crouching down (not the best move in a dress, but oh well) and gingerly petting the animal. It seemed docile enough, but Jordyn had been scratched by enough cats (usually strays, oops) to know not to get too friendly.

She moved further into the house, peering into the living room, just getting a bit of a feel for the place. There was movement from the other room. People, clearly. She knew that their group was large, so it was a wonder that the house wasn't bursting with life already. But then, it was early, and not everyone seemed to have arrived yet. She was still sort of tired, and not intent on seeking everyone out. What was she supposed to say, anyways? This was definitely a unique experience, moving in with a bunch of people she had never even met in person. But it was better than boarding school, or being sent to live with her horrible, uptight aunt. Her parents' strict lifestyle, she could handle, her aunt? Not in a million years. Her exploration led her towards the kitchen, where she hesitated, leaning up against the doorframe.

Two people, so far. One, a very petite girl with dark hair and plenty of piercings, and another, a stark opposite, the lanky red haired boy she had gotten a glimpse of when she was fighting to get her belongings out of her cab. Jordyn watched them for a moment, quiet, grinning a little at the girl's startled reaction to bumping into the male. Like she was unaware of her surroundings. It still was quite early. Too early to process, particularly if you woke up with strange (well...strange enough) people in your house and rummaging through the kitchen. "I see none of us are morning people," she smiled weakly from the doorway, moving into the kitchen and finding a space to lean against one of the counters, crossing her arms casually. "Greetings from Tess. Otherwise known as, 'Guys, my mom is coming, I'll brb.' every five minutes on the chat." She smiled, holding up her fingers as little quotation marks when she talked. Jordyn grinned a little, the spark lighting up her eyes despite the tired look on her face. Seven hours of travel hadn't done her well. Hair all up in different directions, flustered, and tired, but she was happy to be here. She was amongst decent people. Her gaze traveled to the boy with his mass of red hair. It was distracting. He needed to comb it or something. She squinted at him, but not in a 'you're a lesser person' sort of stare, more of an inquisitive one. Jordyn had no grounds to judge anyone with the mile long knots running in her hair (at least, she figured at this point.) She had already shut her hair in a car door twice that day. First world problems.

Her daydreaming about hair and cars was shattered when she heard a door slam. Jordyn nearly jumped out of her skin, eyes getting wide for a moment, before she realized that this was probably gonna happen all day and night until everyone was settled. Then, maybe even afterwards, it would happen. There was going to be a lot of people in the house, particularly when most of them were barely legal. Maybe it was time to get used to the noise, the constant flow of people, and everyone's attitudes, or lack of. Jordyn pouted her lips a little while she thought, picking at the hem of her dress. After a moment, she dropped it, realizing that it wasn't polite. Not a great habit, either, picking at her clothes. Even though she was hundreds of miles from her parents, their teachings were still sort of firm in her. It kept her in line more than anything.

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Someone laughed behind Riley, but she ignored it. Better to ignore random people on the street than get herself into unnecessary trouble.

"Hey." Riley jumped a little at the sound of the voice. Was it directed at her? She turned to see a slightly shorter girl with black hair smiling at her. Riley smiled back, a little tentative. "Hello." The girl acted as though Riley hadn't spoken, continuing to prattle away. "I'm Jordyn. "I... I think we can just... go in." Leaning over, the girl - no, Jordyn - pulled open the door. Riley followed her inside.

While the Jordyn girl moved further into the house, Riley stopped at the doorway. She looked around, wondered how many of them there would be. Jordyn had already made herself at home, going up and down to investigate the house. Riley noticed the hallway, and decided to look for her bedroom. Better to put down her luggage first, then explore.

After five minutes, Riley found the bedrooms, but had no idea which one was hers. She looked around in every one of them and wondered if she got to pick her room. Finally, she gave up and brought her luggage downstairs again, dumping them in a corner of the living room.

Riley heard Jordyn's voice floating in from somewhere. Now, Riley usually wasn't the kind to socialise, but she was here already, and thought she'd better start making introductions. She followed the sound of the girl's voice to the kitchen, where she was leaning on the counter. Riley saw that a few other people had arrived too, and sent a mental reminder to herself to be nice. She was usually wary, and while she enjoyed pissing her parents off with her silence, it really wasn't a good idea to start off on the wrong foot with people she would be sharing a house, and possibly a room, with.

She stepped into the kitchen, surveying the others carefully. "Hi. I'm Riley Day here. Not sure if you can tell from the way I speak, but I'm 'Lost' on the site." She smiled, a small one that wasn't really here nor there.

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Stasis froze a bit when he felt someone bump into him and looked down. One of the girls that must have either lived here or just moved in. Others started to pour in too, and having not had his shot of coffee yet; he was in no shape in introduce himself. "Just coffee thanks." He muttered to himself as he reached over to grab a mug. 'No shot glasses...this will have to do.' He poured himself a small splash of coffee and reached for the coracked bottle of powder that he had put down in looking for the mugs.

"One moment. I'm not quite awake yet." He said to the group, albeit a bit quiet due to him being still tired. He sprinkled the powder into the mug and swirled the coffee. He hiked the mug over his head, getting all the coffee/powder mixture in one shot and soon was hanging onto the counter for what seemed like dear life. Stasis wore a look of pain and slight pleasure on his face as he started to shiver and bang his fist on the table. It wasn't because of the coffee's temprature, oh no. The powder was what caused it. His alternitve to red bull, and one that 'shouldn't' kill him. It felt like a quick backhand to the face with a chili coated glove, and he love it. "AUGH! Good Morning!" He said as he started to feel the burn subside. He finally let go of the counter and turned around making a clicking noise.

Rowan seemed to look over with a curious look on her face as she came over and climbed up Stasis's leg and into his arms. "Sorry for me looking like I was keeling over for a second, I'm Anastasiy Norn. Stasis for short. I think I was serpents dancer in the chat though." He said, now with a new energy in him. "This big girl here, is rowan. She's friendly and a little purrbox. Aren't you kitty?" Stasis started to nuzzle the cat in his arm, letting it rub it's head back on his face and purr loudly like a well taken care of car. He finally put her down to let her wonder around the house a bit.

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Carsin moved herself over near a window, coffee in hand, she opened the window slightly then slid herself against the wall. Putting her mug of coffee down the ground beside her she grabbed her lighter and joint from her pocket, making sure the blanket around her still was covering her, she lit the joint and took a long drag but made sure to blow the smoke out the window. Her eyes went to all the new people in the room, cursing to herself. Her eyes went over the girls in the room and couldn't help but look them over before she averted her eyes down to the ground.

She heard them each introduce themselves and she recognized the names of each of them, she was in the chatroom alot before things went out of control for her. If it wasn't for Craig she wasn't sure where she would be at right now. She looked back up to the others not knowing if the others heard her introduce herself before so she decided to again. Taking one more drag from the joint she looked out the window, blowing the smoke out before looking to the girls. "Might remember me as the one that was always saying she needed coffee, Blitz..the hyper one before..yeah anyways real names Carsin, been here for a few weeks now. Welcome to your new home. Bedrooms are upstairs, Id show ya around but need to wake up first". That was probably the most she has talked in awhile but she knew they probably were as nervous as she was when she first got her. "Make yourself at home".

She then got up slightly more awake and finished her first glass of coffee, she then went and made another one and then went and looked out the hallway where she saw a girl with white hair looking a little loss. She had talked to Emma before in the chatroom, she remembered the girl explaining to her that she dyed her hair white. "Emma?" she asked as she looked the girl over, she already made room arrangements with Emma in the chat, so she knew who her roommate was going to be, and the girl probably wanted to bring her stuff to the room, but she needed to make sure the girl was Emma. She sipped at her coffee as she leaned against the wall, her hood still over her head, the blanket still covered around her.

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Evgeny Boroschek

Evgeny had no sense of temperature. This, at least, was what he seemed to gather from the odd stares people gave him as he walked down the street. Of course, it could have also been from his Marilyn Manson shirt. Either way, Evgeny was getting some of the strangest stares he had received for a while. Sure, it was perhaps a bit cold outside for most people to be wearing a t-shirt, but he had been in far colder weather. He had grown up in Alaska, after all! Well, either way, it didn't matter to him. He was a model, after all. It wasn't like he wasn't used to being stared at.

Behind him, he tugged a massive suitcase. It was nearly as tall as him. Of course, that didn't mean much, considering how short Evgeny was, but it was still a giant suitcase. This was partially because of the tons of clothing Evgeny had - his job as a model often got him free clothing, and he was always too lazy to throw his old clothing out - but even more so because of the yarn he had brought with him. Knitting was something that Evgeny did whenever he had a spare second, and he always made sure to have a lot of yarn on hand.

Arriving at the building which apparently was where he was going to live for however long he needed, Evgeny began to realise why he was getting such strange stares for wearing a t-shirt. It was getting rather cold, and he was beginnig to shiver. He mentally thanked himself for parking his car so close to the building.

Instead of knocking on the door, Evgeny just walked in. It was unlocked, so why not? Of course, general social etiquette was the reason for 'why not', but Evgeny never was the type to pay attention to all of the little unspoken rules governing society. It was so boring to follow the rules, after all.

"Hello?" he called, closing the door behind him and standing his suitcase in the hallway, pulling his black basketball shoes off without bothering to untie them, setting them next to his suitcase. He heard voices coming from a room in the back of the house, sounding slightly distant, and decided to head towards them. Soon, he arrived in the kitchen, where it was made clear that he was not the first to arrive. There were already four or five - he was too lazy to count - people in the kitchen, all of them girls save for one person who he was slightly unsure about, but guessed it was a guy judging by his generally skinniness and general lack of a chest. The slight stubble on his jaw also helped him come to his decision.

Evgeny gave a small wave, hesitantly smiling. "Hi, everyone. I'm Evgeny!"

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Cold aside, the fact that he was still in his smudgy trench coat and still hadn't gotten his bags upstairs. At all. He sighed, watching Rowan wander back onto the table and groom herself. "At least you've made yourself at home kitty." he muttered to himself as he was about to walk out of the room to get his bags and make his way upstairs. However, a voice did catch his attention. Another new comer. The first thing that popped out at him was the hair. Bright red and a lot of it. It made him raise a brow. how do you manage with all that hair? he thought to himself as he looked him up and down. Rowan seemed to think the same think as she watched him go and mewed in greeting.

The next thing that popped out at him was what he was wearing. It was near winter and he was wearing short sleeves and skinny jeans. "Aren't you cold?" He said, thinking out loud as he leaned against the counter. Rowan mewed again, hopping off the table and rearing up jumping up onto Evgeny's suitcase and onto his shoulder, purring in his ear. Stasis smiled. "Don't mind her, she's just curious over everyone as of late." He said, turning around to grab his powder bottle. "Anastasiy, nice to meet you." He said simply, giggling as the cat rubbed his head against the other boys cheek. "There's coffee and warmth and..." He started to trail off, his mind drifting into other things like where his room what and how in the flying damn was he going to get his suitcase and bag up the stairs. "I was serpents dancer on the chat if you remember." Stasis said, trying to make small talk as he tryed to stiffle the laughter of rowan trying to groom the red-head's hair.

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Jordyn was just trying to keep up. She was stationary, perched against the counter, her hands folded nervously in front of her. The people in general didn't make her skittish, it was just the pace that everything ran. She should be used to a plethora of people and new faces, due to her mother's constant socializing. Maybe it was just that she was tired from a ridiculously long trip. Yeah, it was probably that. A small smile stayed on her face as she turned her head to track everyone's movements. Of course, there were usernames tossed around, and memories popping up here and there as she heard each of them. "Blitz, the caffeine fiend." She teased gently, tipping her head at the girl. Everyone seemed so much more real in person. Too tall, too short, voices were different, everything was so human. It wasn't the perfect, planned, easily backspaced conversations they could have behind the safety of a computer screen and a keyboard. She watched Carsin wander towards the hallway to greet someone, presumably the person who had caused the door to slam just a few moments earlier. Jordyn leaned from her spot to peek, catching a flash of white but not much else. Oh well. She shrugged and leaned back against the counter again, stretching her arms out.

Another entrance. Finally, someone who was awake. And...improperly dressed for the cold. How did he not freeze to death? Jordyn squinted at him for a moment, smiling a little when he introduced himself. Evgeny. Keeping track of names around here was going to be hard but she welcomed the challenge. Everyone here was so different, so unique, so much better than anyone she had come across back home. She loved it. It was a culture shock that she desperately needed. She grinned a little when Stasis' cat started to harass the newest arrival, climbing up on his suitcase and then to his shoulder. Friendly cat. Hysterical scene to watch. Jordyn lifted a hand to cover her mouth as she resisted a giggle.

"Coffee, warmth, and crazy people, if I recall." Jordyn responded to Stasis' unfinished statement, lowering her hands and folding them in front of her once more. "All the fun of a chat room, minus glaring computer screens, having to reset the modem...and the backspace key." She squinted, uncomfortable with her lack of filter. She needed to relax and realize that they weren't going to look at her like she was crazy. These were the people that she had connected with and had understood her for the past year and a half. The ones that had come together to help one another when everything went to hell. It wasn't like they were strangers.

"God, don't you guys know you're not supposed to meet with the 'weirdos' you meet on the internet?" Jordyn grinned widely, her voice lifting a little as she joked with them. It was all she heard during her years in school. Don't meet them in real life. Don't trust them. And definitely don't move in with them...

Oops. Oh well. If they were crazy, they were the kind of crazy she could relate to.

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Craig Winters


Without much warning at all, the home was filled with the activity of several individuals. It's been awhile since he lived with such a large group of people, but at least he wouldn't have to go tiptoeing around things. A moment ago the kitchen was all his, and now there was six..seven people gathered around, greeting one another and chatting. Craig eyed a cat wearily for a moment. He didn't really mind pets, or animals in general, though he didn't care for them either. As long as he wouldn't have to care of it, he'd be fine.

After standing around the door area, trying to take note of exactly how many people were going to be joining them today and their names, he decided to join the others in the kitchen. Sentences floated through the air, not eliciting neither positive or negative emotions in him as he stayed silent during his crusade of shoving frosted Pop-Tarts into a toaster. It was mostly meaningless chatter such as; "There's coffee and warmth and..." and "God, don't you guys know you're not supposed to meet with the 'weirdos' you meet on the internet?", but it was mostly comfortable if not a bit on the crowded side, he figured he'd get used to it with time. After all, he was already somewhat acquainted to each of them thanks to the chat room. Craig wasn't exactly active on it, not being all that big on technology himself, his screen name had even just been 'CWinters'.

At least it was a start. He was leaning against the counter for a moment before lifting himself up to sit on top of the surface, not positioned too far away from the boy who had brought the cat and the girl who had described herself as a caffeine fiend. Craig briefly looked over the group while they continued to talk amongst themselves. He already knew Carsin well enough thanks to her arriving a few weeks earlier. Though she was young he felt they got along okay, she wasn't very loud and had a pretty good head on her shoulders, and he was fine with people that had such curt personalities. Actually, a lot of them were younger than him, and though he was hesitant at first, he wasn't able to just let people get kicked out without anywhere to go. That had happened to himself when he was a minor, so far it seemed like living with people from the internet was a lot better then those you met at a convenience store. Besides, he needed new roommates.

"Lets lay down some ground rules." His voice sounded more awake and level by now, it looks like the caffeine was finally starting to have an effect. "This isn't fight club, but I'm sure these will make our lives a lot easier." This could also roughly be translated into 'Things that would prevent Craig from going insane'. "If you're loud in the morning, I will end your life. Seriously though, don't wake me up." Good start. His eyes wandered upwards as he continued to 'law down the law'. Straight, blunt and to the point, this was much more preferred. "Don't hog the bathrooms, don't eat all the food, don't have loud sex, don't do hard drugs." His breakfast popped up and he grabbed the first breakfast pastry, leaving the other one to sit in the machine for a moment. He was about to leave it at that when something else crossed his mind.

"Also don't touch my car," The man eyed the group, scrutinizing, before letting his expression relax. He might as well introduce himself as well, for those who may not have put two and two together yet. "Lets all get along, or, something like that. I'm Craig Winters, by the way." With the end not being near anywhere as strong as the beginning, thanks to him being used to a more rougher type of people, he ended his little announcement by biting into his meal.

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Evgeny Boroschek


So it was his t-shirt that got him all of the strange looks. Or, at least, it was judging by the guy's question. "Nope, not really. It's not that bad out. Then again, I've lived in Alaska my entire life, so, yeah," he said, wincing slightly as the cat jumped onto his shoulder. Damn, that creature was heavy, and her claws digging into his shoulder certainly didn't help. Still, she was warm and fluffy, albeit a bit distracting. Lifting up the arm that didn't have a cat sitting on it, he began to stroke her back.

"It's lovely to see at least someone appreciates my hair," he said with a laugh as he felt the cat playing with his hair. "I was FashionDesignLuver1818 on the chat. I think most of you know me, considering that I was practically online 24/7." It was true, the amount of hours of the day which Evvie wasn't online could probably be counted on a hand that had most of the fingers missing.

Twisting his shoulder slightly, he used one hand to lift the cat off, holding her under her stomach between her front legs, letting her hind legs and tail dangle down. "Sorry, Cat, but you were giving me a shoulder cramp, and I think if you sat there any longer, I would have gotten a bruise. I don't think my agency would like that very much." He brought up his other arm, cradling the large feline in his arms, holding her against his chest and using one hand to stroke the bottom of her jaw.

He twitched his head slightly, flicking his hair over his shoulder and out of his face. Evgeny hated having hair in his face, but was often too lazy to move his arms, so the action of flicking his hair out of his face was a well-practiced one. Another male started speaking, and Evvie glanced over in slight surprise. He hadn't seen him earlier when he walked into the room.

"I can manage the not doing hard drugs bit - I think all of my employers would, like, crucify me if I did any drugs at all - and I'll try to avoid waking you up in the morning, but I can't make any promises on the loud sex bit." The grin he gave at this comment was a rather terrifying one, to say the least.

"So, who's rooming with who?"

Sahrahsahe Adams

Well, this sucked. Actually, that was an understatement. A major understatement.

The thin female walked down the street, trembling like a sapling caught in a hurricane. Her ripped jeans showed off the pale white skin of her thighs and calves, her corset-style top leaving her arms and shoulders bare. The only item of clothing she had that seemed to provide any warmth at all was the thin scarf wrapped around her neck. Her fingers were beginning to turn blue, and it was obvious that she was freezing, although if asked, she probably wouldn't admit it.

She was carrying two things: a large black case on her back, and a small backpack in her hand. One held her saxophone, the other held the rest of her belongings. This was everything Sarah had owned in her entire life, and most of it was worth more than gold to her.

The house which she arrived at was nicer than anything she had ever lived at before. After double-checking the address, Sahrahsahe walked in, sighing in joy at how warm it was inside the building. Not bothering to take off her shoes or set down any of her belongings, she headed directly towards the sound of voices. Everyone appeared to be gathered in the kitchen. There were quite a few more people there than Sarah had expected there to be.

"Hola, suckers," she drawled lifting her free hand in a lazy wave. "I'm Sahrahsahe, spare me and just call me Sarah, and most of you probably know me better as TheKleptoLesbo." Her username was not a particularly flattering one, but Sarah had never cared. It described her, and that was all that mattered.

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Stasis shivered to himself. The smile that the long-haired male gave was a bit on the creepy side to say the least. He made a mental note of the rules that had been laid down, most of them not being much of a problem at the moment since his bag was filled with more jerky, camp fire food and cat food then a end-of-the-world-prepper had in their bunker. Rowan didn't seem to mind the attention much, purring loudly from being cradled and stroked. "I have no idea. I think we were supposed to make arrangements online or something..." he said, looking up at the ceiling and scratching the back of his head. "If we all did, then I forgot. The travel up here was a nigthmare..." Nightmare. An understatement of the decade.

He was tired, his feet still hurt dispire being in an airport and on a plane for the combined total of 14 hours due to delays. The Northeast proved to be colder than he expected and he was now in a place where had no idea what was where and where every shop he'd need was. Dispite what others would do in the same situation, he didn't really complain out loud about it. Then again, he wasn't the invasive type to say the least.

His thoughts were broken once again by another arrival, another female this time. He recognized the username, and in all honesty...it seem to fit to him. Not that he was one to say it out loud. The vibe that she gave off to him was to stay out of her way and there would be no trouble. His mind wandered back to rooming arrangements. Tapping his fingers against his thumb in thought as the looked over at the others. He wasn't sure who else was coming today or if the bunch that had come was going to be it for a while. Constant company wasn't a problem for him really, being that he was reletively quiet. Then he sighed. "I'm thinking of myself as a pet now." He muttered to himself as he shifted his feet a bit. "Either way, I don't think I have anyone to room with. If you don't mind of course."

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Carsin watched as two other people joined them in the house, she could't believe how many people came in one day, she was kinda glad that she got here a few weeks before so she was all settled in. She looked over to Jordyn and gave her a small smile "Didn't you know I have been classified as a 'weirdo' just look at me" she said jokingly. Looking over to Craig she listened to him go on about the 'house rules' already hearing them once before hand she pushed her hoody back and her black, teal, and white hair untamed messy hair was let loose "As y'all can see I do smoke weed but I usually smoke outside or near a window so it won't bother y'all, as for roommates Emma is rooming with me but there is an extra bed and space so a third could join us. And also I am like Craig..not a morning person..mentally I do not wake up till about 3pm..Its because I am a night owl."

Looking back towards Emma she gave the gilr a small smile and made an umph sound as she was hugged, her hands grabbed by the white haired girl. Looking at the girls face she saw tears but soon the girl explained herself "Its okay no need to cry..and yes I am real..well at least I think I am" she squeezed the girls hands once then heard the next question that came out of Emmas mouth. Well if Carsin was to be truthful...she felt like shit, wanting to just hide from the world and smoke her weed but she wasn't going to tell that to Emma or anyone for that matter. Giving a slight shrug "Im fine..same shit different day..how about you?"

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Emma's face was a myriad of emotions. First she was happy, then sad again, then angry at her self for making a fool of her self in front of everyone for crying like this. For the first time in her life, Emma trully felt like breaking down and crying. Her eyes became heavy as she turned to everyone and said in a loud voice, making sure to interrupt all conversation: "H...Hello everyone! I... Its me.. Emma. The one g-girl who was never on... Never talked... Never rea-really thought much about anyone in the group because s-she was to busy playing B-Black Ops."

Emma smiled as wide as she could and wiped the tears from her face before talking again. "It... It means so much to me to k-know all of you are real people, and for the past year I havnt been just talking to a bunch of gross old guys, pretending to understand me. I w-want to thank everyone f-for being here, and for being queir" She said with a light chuckle, trying to make herself laugh a little.

"Even though I only know you from a-a chat room... I feel like I know you all already. So! W-What do you say!? Why don't we celebrate a little??? Come on! Lets party! She shouted out, wiping the rest of the tears from her eyes to show her smiling face.

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Ground rules. Jordyn could most definitely live with ground rules. It kept everyone and everything in line. They were actually really lax guidelines to live by. It sounded like more common sense and courtesy than anything actually restrictive. Jordyn nodded at Craig as he introduced himself. Of course. He was the one running the show, so to speak. Even if he was a little rough around the edges, she knew he had good intentions at the core of him. At least she hoped. She could only hope for any of them to have decency and the mind to not be total twats. Evgeny gave her an answer for his strange lack of layers in the cold weather, and she smiled wryly. So he was used to the bitterness. What a lucky one, he was. Everything started to click into place as usernames suddenly had bodies and faces and voices that she could hear that weren't over the computer (and that was rare, if ever.) They were real. Touchable. Not like she would. Jordyn definitely wasn't the type to go up and just hug someone out of the blue, particularly someone she had only met online.

She smiled warmly at Evgeny. "Dear lord, the world stopped spinning if you weren't online. Unlike some of us, AKA me, who had a helicopter mother who creeped on my internet use. That's borderline abuse." Jordyn smiled a little more, tipping her head to her side, hair tumbling to hang and brush against her arms. There was another entrance, this time being another level of petite female. Sahrahsahe. Sarah. Right. Jordyn squinted at her until there was the username. It all clicked and she grinned, quite amused. Most of them fit their usernames. The personalities were still there, just a lot easier to see in body language and facial expressions. No more smilies. She rolled her eyes playfully as Carsin shot back that she was fully classified as weirdo. "Good to know. Stranger danger, stay in school...blah, blah, blah." Jordyn stuck out her tongue at the girl for a moment.

Suddenly, someone yelling and practically assaulting Carsin. What the...? She watched for a moment as there were tears, then words she didn't quite catch between the two, sort of put off by the white haired girl's behavior. Why did she have to be so loud? Wasn't that rule number one? Or was that three? Did it matter, she didn't need to shout and get everyone's attention. Jordyn sighed, tipping her head forward for a moment, then quickly flicking her head back up to kick her hair away from her face. Emma. The name didn't strike up any distinct memories or feelings. She kept watching her, not terribly amused with her. Party? It was early, and she had just gotten off a seven hour bus ride. Well...maybe she was being a little harsh. Not everyone had a miserable trip here like her. At least she hoped. She looked at Carsin, who had mentioned that they had a free space in her and Emma's room to add a person...she wasn't terribly sure. Hell, she would have to pick a roommate eventually, but something didn't sit right with her. Jordyn would figure it out later.

"Come back to me with the party stuff when it's not like...painfully early." Jordyn finally commented, smiling wearily and rubbing nervously at her face. It was then there was another entry...and by the looks of it, someone who had been living there a while. What was she holding? A rat? No. Was it a dog? Jordyn stared at it. A fox of some sort? It was weird looking. But in a cute way. It was quite endearing in that strange little way. Hmm.

Either way, she really should have been getting her bags upstairs and situated in a room. But it was pointless if she didn't know who she was rooming with and where. She anxiously shifted her weight from one foot to the other, back and forth, examining her housemates. This was quite uncomfortable, now. She had passed the point of wanting to get to know everyone and shifted straight to wanting to get settled and be left alone (well, relatively alone) for a while. It was a selfish want, but after seven hours of travel, she was tired and a little bite-y. Jordyn didn't snap much, but she might end up giving a few harsh stares or silent treatments in her path. Not a great way to start off living with new people.

"So...now that we're aware none of us are serial killers. Rooms. Yes? No. Yes? Please? Someone just point me in the right direction so I can dump my stash of stuff somewhere not in the hallway?" Jordyn asked, giving a nervous grin and holding up her hands.

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Stasis looked around, Jordyn having a point. "Same here, two bags and a cat big enough to keep the fort down will not be a happy time getting up the stairs in the middle of the the night." He said, walking over to his suitcase and camping back that had been chilling by the couch for a while. "I do have a house warming gift though. A little taste of what I do."

He came back into the kitchen with two vodka bottle sized bottles. One was filled will a dark liquid, corked and the top covered in a red waxy coating and labeled 'Hades's Delight'. The other had a lighter liquid in it, redish-pink almost in a grapefruit sort but as clear as day. The opening was also corked, but the wax was a green color and labeled simply 'Cheshire'. Stasis set them down on the table before going back to his bags and dragging them up the stairs, the suitcase making loud glassy 'clank!' noise every time the wheels went up a stairs.

Rowan mewed in Evgeny's arms before wiggling her way out of the males embrace and hopping onto the table again to lay down and watch people. She mewed at Craig and Sarah once she noticed them, but didn't move to nuzzle or even stand by them. Just watching them for a moment. Never mind the fact that she looked like she could take a chair for herself.

Stasis, on the other hand, looked like he could have needed a cat nap for a while as he walked to the top of the stairs and sighed. "Never...again..." he muttered to himself, the hurt in his feet from days of walking starting to get to him. he quickly ducked into the first empty room he could find and plopped himself in the bed. Leaving his bags by the door. The bed looking more apealing then anything else right now.

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"I wont get a cold!" Skyler said in response to Craig's comment. She decided to take a quick review who she saw.
Her hairs extra white! It makes her real pretty though. That guy has a lot of red hair and looks a bit like a hippie. Guy with a cat. I have no words. Girl with black hair. Cute. Chick with brown hair. She's cute too. Punk-ish looking chick. She looks cool. Carsin, she's cute. Then Craig, I know the guy already.

That concluded Sky's quick analysis of all these people so far. She couldn't help but smile at everyone and their eagerness to get into a room. "Okay!" Sky said as she sat Yoda on the ground, who then went towards the table and looked up at it. Sky drunk the rest of her coffee and throw the cup away than stood by the fridge looking at everyone. "Like Craig-lyn said, the rooms are up stairs, except for his. Some people can room with me if y'all want. But let me warn ya', I'm pretty awesome." Sky said, using a lot of hand gestures as she spoke, then turned to the fridge and took out a large Monster Energy Drink that she opened and took a sip of. "Oh, by the way, I'm Skyler, or Sky if y'all want." Sky said then nodded down towards Yoda, who was still looking up at the table. "And that's Yoda. Be careful. He uses the force." She said smiling at everyone and taking a few more sips of her Monster before heading up stairs. She passed the room that the guy the had said something about the cat was in and she gave him a big smile and a weird wave. Then she went to her room, leaving the door open just in case, and laid down on her bed with one knee up.

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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.