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Evgeny Boroschek

"This may not be the best situation I'm in right now, but it can and will always get better."

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a character in “Coming Out”, as played by Leon21

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Appearance: Evgeny is a very slender - perhaps 'skinny' would be a better word to use - man. This helps disguise the fact that he is not very tall, standing at perhaps 5'8", until he is placed next to an object of scale, another person for example. His face is heart-shaped, and his cheeks still have a bit of childish plumpness to them, giving him the appearance of being younger than he actually is. He has full lips, a pointed jaw, and high cheekbones, adding a slightly feminine beauty into his appearance as well.

His hair is something that Evgeny treasures. It is a shade of brilliant red, and, despite what others will say, its color is completely natural. He has been growing it out ever since he turned eight, and his hair now reaches his waist thanks to years of carefully taking care of it. It is slightly wavy, something which always amazes people, since most believe that since his hair is so long, its weight will straighten it. The weight of his hair did play part in its texture; Evgeny's hair is normally curly, one reason why he grew it out so long.

Evgeny's eyes are dark hazel. Perhaps not an interesting color, but Evgeny likes it. His hair occasionally affects the color of his eyes as well, often making them appear more red than they actually are. He has surprisingly long, dark eyelashes, which are often darkened even more by the amount of mascara he wears. His skin is fairly pale, and he often is wearing a thin layer of concealer and foundation on his face, making it appear that he has perfect skin.
Name: Evgeny Boroschek
Nickname: Evgeny, Evvie.
Age: 19
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Likes:
+Flowers
+Sunshine
+Chocolate
+Photography
+Painting
+Plants
+Good-looking guys
+Polite people
+Beaches
+Warmth

Dislikes:
-Cold
-Winter
-Rain
-Lack of color
-Rudeness
-Roller coasters
-Tennis balls
-Sports
-Stairs
-Ice

Hobbies:
*Painting
*Modeling
*Flying kites
*Laying on beaches in the sunlight
*Hiking
*Designing clothes
*Playing video games
*Petting cats
*Listening to music.
*Knitting

Cherished Items:
^His hair
^His sketchbook, which is filled with all of his fashion drawings.
^His Nikon camera, which was given to him as a birthday present by his late grandfather for his tenth birthday.
^A lumpy, misshapen scarf, which he made the first time he tried to knit.

Outfit(s):
~Black skinny jeans, a black Marilyn Manson shirt, and black basket-ball shoes. [Casual]
~Black skinny jeans, a black or dark purple sleeveless shirt, black basket-ball shoes, elbow-length fingerless lace gloves, and a black dog collar/choker. [Casual]
~Black skinny jeans, a black button-down shirt (usually long-sleeved, sometimes with short sleeves), black dress shoes, and a black or white ribbon to tie back his hair. [Semi-Formal]
~Black dress pants, a black, dark purple, dark blue, or white v-neck shirt, black v-neck sweater or cardigan, black choker, black dress shoes, and a ribbon the same colour as his shirt to tie back his hair. [Formal]
~Black dress pants, a white dress shirt, a black jacket, black dress shoes, a tie of various colors, usually purples, golds, blues, greens, blacks, and silvers, and a tie pin in the shape of a green carnation. [Church]
Basically, anything dark and gothic. He always has a rosary in the form of a silver cross hanging from a thin silver chain on, and refuses to take it off. It has not left his neck more than twice in his life; he'll wear it even when doing photoshoots for fashion companies.

Personality: Evgeny is a very positive, friendly man. He is incredibly kind and caring, and always willing to help others. Incredibly optimistic, he is the sort of person who is able to always see the bright side of a situation. His optimism is the type that bleeds over to everyone, and it is difficult to feel pessimistic around him. He uses this to his benefit, and is always the first person to try and cheer someone up.

'Eccentric' would probably be a good word to use to describe him. Half of the things which Evgeny will say make absolutely no sense, and the other half take a good deal of interpretation to understand. He will often ask confusing, nonsensical questions, such as 'how much lava and dead beetles would you exchange for a brownie?', purely to see people's confused reactions. It's almost like he makes a game of trying to find out what the most confusing question he can ask is.

What people don't see is that Evgeny often struggles with staying happy. He may be incredibly optimistic for the most part, but sometimes he can be so depressed that he can't even get out of bed. He often feels incredibly insecure, and tends to doubt himself. These thoughts are ones he tries to push away, but, sometimes, he is just completely unable to. Evgeny feels very bad about leaving his parents behind, and tends to blame himself for them kicking him out of the house, even if it isn't his fault in any way at all.
Thoughts on situation: Maybe it's not a perfect situation, but it certainly could have been worse. That just about sums up Evgeny's opinion on the situation. Sure, he was thrown out of his house and disowned, but, at least he is still alive and in a general state of healthiness. He doesn't blame his parents for their actions, knowing that they were taught their entire lives to believe gays were bad, and doesn't want to change their beliefs, knowing it would be impossible. He firmly maintains the belief that life gets better, and, that, no matter what, his life will always improve in the end.
Brief History: Evgeny was born in the middle of nowhere in north-western Alaska. His parents had just moved there from Russia due to his father's job changing location, and he lived there for most of his childhood. Evgeny knew that this was just not the place for him to live.

Throughout his childhood, he always had dreams of fame. His parents, who were always rather pessimistic, told him that he wouldn't ever become famous, and that he should just give up his dreams. Evgeny refused to do so, and soon found his reward.

A famous fashion designer had come to the town where Evgeny lived when Evgeny was fifteen in order to do a photo shoot for her new collection of winter-themed clothes. Evgeny met her one day in the small restaurant where he worked as a busboy. The woman was intrigued by his androgynous beauty, and offered for him to take part in the photoshoot. This was a dream come true for Evgeny, and he accepted without a second of hesitation. This was one of the main highlights of his life.

After this sudden occurrence, though, Evgeny's life went back into the doldrums. Nothing important happened, at least not until he was seventeen. About to graduate high-school with amazing grades, Evgeny was on cloud nine. He had been given a full-ride scholarship to the California Institute of Fashion, and, even better yet, had a boyfriend who he loved from the bottom of his heart. His relationship with the male, an eighteen year old named Anton, was secret due to the fact that Evgeny's parents did not approve of gays at all, but that didn't stop Evgeny and Anton.

His life quickly tumbled down from the high point it was at shortly before the graduation. Anton had invited Evgeny to the prom, an occurrence which would be historical, since the school had never had a gay couple go to the prom together before, and Evgeny decided this would be the perfect time to come out to his parents. Needless to say, they were not particularly supportive. To put it more clearly, they threw Evgeny out of the house with all of his belongings, and cut off all ties to him. Evgeny tried to seek refuge at Anton's house, only to find that Anton had already replaced him with another lover once he realized that Evgeny's parents would not support their relationship. With nowhere else to go, Evgeny headed to the house of the support group, hoping to find refuge there.
Theme Song(s):
All I Ever Wanted - Basshunter
No Time to Cry - The Sisters of Mercy/Cradle of Filth (original/cover)
Destroyed - Within Temptation
Lies - Evanescence
Friend or Foe - t.A.T.u.
Good Enough - Evanescence
I Can't Do This - Plumb
Missing - Evanescence
See Who I Am - Within Temptation
Stand My Ground - Within Temptation

Roommate: Anastasiy Norn
Room Appearance: TBA
Extra(s): He is a Russian Orthodox Christian, and is actually very religious. He will pray every night before going to bed, and does his best to attend church every Sunday, and on every holiday. Evgeny works as a model for any agency that will hire him, as well as for local photographers who happen to be in need of a model.

So begins...

Evgeny Boroschek's Story

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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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"But I can't make any promises on the loud sex bit." Craig made a noise that was a cross between laughter and choking on his Pop-Tart. What an expression, it seemed to fit right in with the interesting bunch of people that were meant to live under one roof together. He brushed a few crumbs away from his mouth after finishing his food. Although, he left the second breakfast pastry in the toaster, the item more or less being forgotten during the commotion. He wasn't quite sure how this would work out, but if he was already getting a kick out of it, it couldn't end in complete disaster.

There didn't look to be any objection to the ground rules he had laid out and for that he was relieved, not that he had expected any objections for they were far from being anything ludicrous. They were more like reminders that this wasn't a college fraternity or sorority, if anything. "I'm Sahrahsahe, spare me and just call me Sarah, and most of you probably know me better as TheKleptoLesbo." By her appearance Craig assumed that he would have been able to figure out who exactly she was without the introduction, everything about Sarah screamed 'Caution : This woman is a master of attitude! The sass master, she is fierce and ruthless, do not feed'! Wasn't she freezing in those clothes?

"Hey," He greeted, soon remembering that she was one of the few people that would be able to actually purchase alcohol, legally that is. It'd be nice to live with people that he could actually go and grab a drink with, though just every once in awhile, he wasn't that big of a drinker himself. Craig brought himself down from the counter and stood, stretching momentarily. "If you're up for it, lets go get a drink later. I don't know about partying, but I know a few good bars." He didn't really care if she wanted to check it out or not, but if he could use a couple of drinks, then he was sure someone who's been traveling could use a few too. Besides, it was his night off work.

The number continued to grow as Skyler returned from her morning quest. "Welcome back." She had been living with him the longest; shortly after he found this place, and also shortly after he was kicked out of his previous home with his previous roommates or when he had to drop out of college to take on full shifts and a second job for awhile. Craig grabbed a boiled egg from the fridge and started peeling off the shell, flicking the pieces into the nearby sink. The item of food was met for Yoda, not himself, who had taken awhile to get used to. A year ago he was much more hesitant to having such a young person room with him, especially since it was just them for awhile, yet it had been nice even if he had to work more during the time. Skyler reminded him a lot of his younger sister, someone who he hadn't seen in about five years now, and that was what probably made him give in in the first place.

By now it didn't really bother him too much, it was kind of like having a family again, more or less. Craig approached the auburn haired girl and held the now peeled egg in front of Yoda, waiting for the fox to take it. "If you get a cold, I'm not going to pay for you to see a doctor." He warned, noticing that she was lacking anything that would actually keep her warm. That was a lie, if she really did become so ill, he'd find a way to make sure she got the treatment she needed.

"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?" He glanced backwards, trying to remember who was rooming with who, though it wasn't his strong suit. "There's empty bedrooms upstairs, except for Skyler and Carsin's rooms, so if you want you can just grab one and figure out room arrangements later." That sounded reasonable to him, he really wasn't the type to try and force these situations together, they could figure out their own roommates. "Mine still has room too, it's by the living room." Craig didn't care who roomed with him as long as they didn't mess with his things, he didn't hang around in it too often aside from sleeping anyways.

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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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Carsin smiled when Sky came in with Yoda and gave her a small wave then went and made herself another cup of coffee "Well I guess I should get ready, I mean I can't look like this the rest of the day. I call it my morning look. I have a couple beds in my room so anyone who wants to make themselves comfortable in there go ahead."

She went to go up the stairs but stopped for a moment "Oh just so everyone knows you might hear violin music from my room and usually music all the time, if it gets too loud just let me know and ill turn it down" she smiled to the group and continued upstairs but before she went to her own room she went to Skys.

Noticing the door open a bit she knocked on the door two times before stepping in, seeing Sky on her bed "Hey Sky got a question for ya, was wondering if you wanted to do some harmonizing or work on some songs after I get ready. I thought maybe I could pull my violin out and practice some. Interested?" Leaning against the doorway she took a sip from her coffee and waited for Sky's answer.

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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.

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Evgeny Boroschek

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Evgeny Boroschek


Evgeny watched in mild amusement as the guy slithered out from underneath the table. "Are you a dancer or something? You look to be really flexible, judging by the way you just squirmed out from underneath the table." Evgeny was quite used to flexible people, since he had done quite a few photoshoots with ballet dancers and gymnasts, but it was quite surprising to see a male be that flexible. It was a pleasant change from constantly seeing guys who were about as flexible as a wooden board, he had to say.

"Oh, that would be absolutely lovely, hun." Evgeny was overjoyed that the male had offered to help. He had brought way too many bags for his own good - even if he had only brought two - and they were rather heavy. He was in no mood to drag them up the stairs himself. "I hope you don't mind that my bags are really heavy. I have a ton of clothes. People tend to pay me in clothing whenever I do a photoshoot. I personally prefer money, but, hey, free clothes are also nice."

He stood up, wadding the empty muffin wrapper up. Surveying the kitchen quickly, Evgeny spotted a trash can in the corner, and threw the paper over to it in a shot that would put a basketball player to shame. "So, where exactly is your room again?" he asked curiously, tilting his head to one side. He hadn't been told where it was in the first place, but Evgeny was in no mood to openly ask where on earth the guy's room was, so he just pretended that he had been told earlier and he had just forgotten. "Oh, by the way, what's your name? I appear to have forgotten." Evgeny knew that he had been told this before; it was just that remembering names was not his strength.

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Stasis raised a brow slightly at the red-head's question. No one to his knowledge, other than him and his ex, really ever said anything about. Nevermind asking him if he was a dancer. That was private and something he kept to himself most of the time. "Nah. Just been doing yoga to keep the kinks in my neck away. And just call me Stasis. He said, knowing he was give a BS answer but didn't really care. He wandered over to one of his bags, hiking it onto his back before regretting the action.

"This doesn't feel like clothes. You smugglin' someone?" he said, now making his way up the stairs. "First door next to the stairs. Not too hard to miss if you're not in a hurry. Stasis turned the corner real fast, setting the suitcase on the floor. He cracked his neck and shoulder, the suitcase feeling like the weight of the world just lifted off his shoulders. His own suitcase was still where he left it, obviously. He sat down on his bed near the window, dazing out a bit. New york was a new city for him. A southern boy in a city known for having a population larger than some countries. To be honest, he was nervous about it. But who wouldn't...unless they lived here.

Rowan was near sleep in the kitchen, lazing in the sun. Unfortuantly, the laze after her intence travel was rudely interupted by some little creature she had never seen before. She gave a long, annoyed 'Meooooooww', before lazily pawing at the creature in an effort to make it go away. It was obvious the cat didn't feel like moving for her spot as she clawlessly pawed at the fox in irritation.