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Jordyn Tessa Hedrich

"It's all gonna be okay...I promise. Me? No, I'm fine. Really, I'm okay."

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

Description

Appearance:
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Jordyn is of average height, standing just above 5'5" (okay, she considers it average.) Her naturally dark hair is unruly at best and hangs down to her waist. Jordyn is fascinated with her hair and absolutely refuses to cut it more than an inch. It is usually vaguely tangled and needs a lot of time and attention. Most of the time it hangs free, but if she gets annoyed, it will be up in a bun.
Name: Jordyn Tessa Hedrich
Age: 19
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual [Lesbian]
Likes: ✔ Reading
✔ Writing
✔ Animals of any shape, size, or type.
✔ Warm Weather
✔ Cuddling
✔ Music
✔ Dance
✔ Her hair
Dislikes: ✗ Liars
✗ Cold Weather
✗ Rain
✗ Loud noises (music included.)
✗ Pants (She insists they're restrictive.)
✗ Fast food (Super picky eater.)
✗ Video games (She's absolutely terrible at them.)
✗ Snow

Hobbies: Jordyn can usually be caught with her nose stuck in a book, one hand holding the book, the other obsessively writing notes on it. She's not doing a report, that's just how she reads books. She writes all sorts of notes and observations on little things from the characters to something strange someone said on page fifty four. She does this for hours at a time, and is usually seen as a recluse because of it, when in reality, that's just how she passes her free time. If someone were to stop her and ask to do something, she'd abandon it in a heartbeat. It's just a pasttime...however strange others seem to find it. She keeps notebooks for each book she reads. The actual book reading only takes about a day, depending on the length of the book. The time of her going through and writing notes on it could take up to a month. Jordyn keeps notebooks with pretty much what could be described as a cheat sheet of each book she reads in it. A high school student could use it for a last minute book report if they wanted.

Along with all this obsessive reading and noting, she is a writer herself. There are way too many scrapped, half finished horror stories strewn amongst her things. She is a decent writer, but is absolutely terrible at endings, and cannot, for the life of her, properly write a character that is mentally stable in any way. Not quite famous novelist material. She tries, but she'll never be a Stephen King. Not unless she shifts her perspective and gets out of her bubble of comfort.

Cherished Items: Her charm bracelet: It is a sterling silver bracelet with four charms on it. One is a heart missing a section in the shape of a teardrop, another is pentacle, the third is the tree of life, the fourth a pair of what look like baby feet. The bracelet itself, along with the first charm of the heart, was given to her by her grandmother to help her cope with the death of her grandfather. The heart shaped section was buried with him. She added the pentacle when she decided on her religion, a proud eclectic Wiccan. The third goes with the second, a bit of confirmation with herself that she as at peace with her decision, and with her sexuality, despite what anyone says to her. The fourth charm represents her sister, who died at birth when she was barely old enough to understand, none the less really remember.

Her only other really important possession is a family portrait from when she was about ten. She is in her grandfather's lap, her grandmother standing behind him, with her two parents, all happy and peaceful together. Jordyn keeps it in a frame, usually tucked under her pillow because she doesn't like people asking about her family.
Outfit(s): Casual
Casual 2
Casual 3
Formal
Sleepwear
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Personality: Jordyn isn't in your face, but isn't terribly recluse, either. She is the one to go to when you need someone to just listen, without seeming like they're dozing off in the midst of it. Jordyn isn't quick to give her opinion unless it is asked, or completely necessary. She's generally a warm, caring person who is quick to affection and reads people quite easily. She doesn't really outwardly express most of her emotions, usually wearing a small smile that hides any disturbance. She is much like a two way mirror. She could see through a person, but they cannot see back unless she decides to take down the defenses. This doesn't make her frigid or bitter. She just doesn't really express herself well.

Jordyn still feels and gets upset, happy, and excited, etc, like any other human being. It's just that being vocal about it doesn't come super well to her. She holds up this gentle facade of being generally happy as an alternative to everyone thinking she is miserable because she doesn't dance around like most teenage girls when pleased. The best way to explain her behaviour is that of someone who has been raised to behave properly.

That being said, she is generally a very patient person. It takes a lot to get on her bad side. If you do get on her bad side, though, expect a rather bitter cold shoulder. Jordyn won't raise her voice or throw temper tantrums. She is the silent angry type. She will shoot you looks that, if looks could kill, would wipe out an entire continent in one glance. Jordyn is a huge fan of the silent treatment and will make it feel like hell on earth in the process, pretending you don't exist.

If you can get past the fact that she doesn't actively express her emotions, and find a way to expose the inner, you generally have an honest, patient, loving friend. She is willing to keep the darkest secrets, and does her very best to never betray those she cares for. Jordyn is very stubborn about secrets, and was known in high school, as a joke, as the "chamber of secrets," because she knew so much about a lot of very popular people, but never spoke. Jordyn could ruin lives with the things she knows. But she doesn't.

Thoughts on situation: Jordyn is upset with her parents' reaction to her coming out, but has come to accept her surroundings. She is amongst friends here, and has decided that it's a blessing in disguise. She can spread her wings a little, relax a little, and not have to watch her every move. She's not as heavily judged here, and in that she can take some peace.
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Brief History: Jordyn was the first child of a upper-middle class couple. Her mother works part time as a caretaker in a hospice, and her father is a lawyer. He didn't get rich like so many movies portray, but they lived very comfortably. Her mother loved to entertain, and Jordyn was taught how to behave when company is around. When she got into her teens, her father started running for office, changing his profession, and eventually becoming a judge. He was rather well known, and now so was Jordyn.

This runs into problems when she started to struggle with her sexuality. Jordyn was approached and dated quite a few guys in her teenage years, but never quite felt the spark that was supposed to be there. It wasn't until when she was sixteen, and she met her first girlfriend, that it clicked. It was a secret relationship, just something silly and no-strings attached. The two met at a bonfire that Jordyn attended, and they fooled around while everyone slept. It started with a kiss. It was so simple, so innocent, but so sweet. It finally worked in Jordyn's head that she was attracted to her. They started with small things, before slowly building up to a long term relationship. A year into the heavily guarded relationship, she was faced with a horrible reality: it was all a fraud.

Her girlfriend had been questioning her sexuality the entire time, and decided she wasn't really attracted to Jordyn, just the idea. Kasey, the girlfriend in question, broke up with Jordyn in favor of a mutual male friend of theirs. It broke her heart, and shattered her perception of love. Jordyn found herself unable to believe any girl she met that said they were lesbian or bisexual, based on her bitter experience with her ex girlfriend. It still is a touchy subject, and causes Jordyn to shy away from love, or anything really close to it. Even here, where their sexuality is the reason for their gathering, she still is skittish on the topic of relationships.

It was after the breakup that Jordyn came out to her parents. They were furious. No! She needed therapy. Six months of therapy didn't work. A year of fighting with her and pushing guys on her didn't work. This was terrible for her father's image, and they were terrified the press would find out. The prominent judge, with a lesbian daughter? What a scandal! It's the modern age, but her parents were absolutely convinced that she was going to shame the family and somehow cost her father his job. It was decided shortly before her nineteenth birthday that she was going to move. Her parents would pass it as her going away for college, or going to live with a relative. She would be dumped from their lives until she wasn't a danger to them anymore...whenever that was. Despite their differences, her parents send gifts on her birthday and holidays. It kept up appearances that she was normal. It didn't heal the hurt from being rejected by her parents. Money can't buy love or replace it.

Theme Song(s): I'd Rather Drown
Who Knew
What About Us?
Roommate:TBA
Room Appearance:TBA

So begins...

Jordyn Tessa Hedrich's Story

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This city was far too cold. That was Jordyn's first observation upon stepping off the train into the station that she had been directed to get off at. Her bags, all perfectly tagged and with matching pink and brown stripes, were stuffed to the brim with everything she needed. From hygiene basics, to her clothing, to her books and notebooks. To be honest, the latter of the collection took up most of it. Jordyn's priorities were skewed towards her writing at all times. She had booted from her own home and pretty much rejected by the loving parents who had coddled her and taught her and raised her...but the books meant more than packing up the things most girls her age would find important. Maybe she just had the heart of a dreamer in the end. Jordyn could escape, douse herself in a fantasy, and become one with a character far more easily than she could relate to a lot of people in her actual life. This mostly included her parents, seeing as she had shut herself away from her friends after coming out. None of them had really judged her. Everyone seemed to have known before her, excluding her parents. It was the one thing that had kept her going. Her friends had been amazing towards her. Even the ones who were a little put off by it. And she had left them behind for people she had never even seen face to face. They were all she had left. None of her friends back home were going to take her in. None of them could. What could they say? 'Mom, can Jordyn stay here for a while, her parents are pissed because she's gay.'

No, that just wasn't going to work. Jordyn struggled with her baggage, both emotional and physical, until she was distracted by the bitter cold of open air and the noisiness of the city as everything rushed around her. People drove past at ridiculous speeds, and walked even faster. The air whipped around her, throwing her long hair in her face and causing the teenager and to cough and struggle. The bottom of her dress flared and she stamped her converse into the pavement in reaction. It really wasn't a movement of anger but of confusion and frustration as she sorted herself out. She jutted her arm out and tried to catch a cab, to no avail. What was she doing wrong? Oh, it would help if people could see her. She straightened up and got in clearer view of the street. In a white cotton dress and pink converse, she really didn't stand out amongst the crowds. Jordyn was just so average. Nobody recognized her as the judge's daughter. Nobody knew or cared that back home in Rochester, she was a big deal. Back home, she was always watched. Her clothing was judged. Her smiles were critiqued. Her words were cataloged and looked over and over, picked apart and rearranged until they weren't hers anymore. At home, she was just a doll for her mother to show off. Look at Jordyn, with her straight A's, and the sweet smile, and her long, dark hair, and her clear green eyes. Look at her, with her talents, and all these opportunities to go so far in life. Did she mind being her mother's little toy to show off? Not so much. In the end, she knew she was loved. She would tolerate being dressed up and dragged along like an accessory because she knew that at the end of the night, she was appreciated. If she was appreciated for all the wrong things...well...that was a battle she wasn't willing to fight. But here, she wasn't anything but another body, taking up space and using resources.

Somehow, despite her complete ability to blend into the background, a cab driver spotted her and pulled aside to let her in. She smiled gratefully, and started to jam her various belongings into the vehicle. After a pause, the driver emerged and helped her. He was a scruffy man, but had kind eyes. The type that seemed to tell a story of late nights and too many bills. Jordyn bowed her head in appreciation and climbed into the backseat. A crumpled paper in her pocket had the address of her new home, and she relayed it to the driver as her destination. He really was a sweet man, and talked a lot, even when Jordyn didn't respond. She listened to him for a few minutes, smiling idly and folding her hands in her lap. Nobody was watching her, nobody would care if she sat improperly or was restless with her hands...but she was comfortable this way. Her politeness was rarely fake and the rather stiff seeming habits were actually her relaxed poses. Slouching made her uncomfortable and she found the best place for her hands in her lap. A lot of people who didn't know her thought this pretentious. But on making conversation it was to be found that she was a little more casual and easy going than her posture gave off. Not many people got to see that, though. Most preferred to stay strangers and referred to her as the strange, pretty girl.

The taxi driver was speaking again, and this time he asked something direct, causing Jordyn to pop out of her thoughts and respond.

"Sorry?"

"Where are you headed?" His voice had a hint of an accent that she couldn't place.

She pondered his question for a few moments, looked into the rear view mirror that his gaze kept flicking to her in, and smiled.

"Home."

"Home it is." He responded, and Jordyn nodded, shifting her gaze out the window. The people moved in different speeds, different directions, different paths of life. They were all so diverse, but could unify for the right cause. Would she be like them? Could she get along with these people who she had only met online? They all seemed nice enough, but nice didn't keep her from feeling like an outcast at the end of the day. She was left with her thoughts for quite a while until the cab slowed to a stop. This had to be it. The driver repeated the address, and Jordyn nodded to verify. There was only a glimpse of two males entering the building before she had to turn her attention back to the cabbie. She reached into her pocket, digging out a few different bills and handing them to the driver. He looked confused for a moment, and turned to give her back some of the money, but Jordyn had already scrambled out of the cab.

"Miss?"

"I don't want my change." She answered firmly, which caught him off guard, until she lifted her head to smile at him. The driver helped her gather her things, and she packed everything once more, balancing bags and suitcases like she was a pack mule. It took her a good few minutes to get situated. Jordyn turned to face the building. It was a pretty building. Wow, that was quite the quaint and bland statement. Maybe she just wanted everything to be as good as she imagined. She stood there at the edge of the pavement with her bags in hand, just looking upward at it. Well, maybe she should stop looking at it and go into it. There was a female at the door this time, and she approached her, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of her lips while her hair flipped and hit her face again. Brilliant. She laughed, an honest laugh for the first time in a long time, and flicked it away.

"Hey," Oh, that was smooth. Creep up on the girl, then just say 'Hey' like an awkward teenage boy. Jordyn paused for a moment, not prepared to match usernames with faces at this moment, kind of unsure of herself. Everyone always looked different in real life, even compared from their pictures. "I'm Jordyn." She smiled again, this time the smile meeting her eyes, the corners of her eyes crinkling a little. A trait from her mother. Why was this important? It wasn't. Stupid things fascinated her. "I...I think we can just...go in." It was never like her to do that, but the short glimpse of the guys when she was getting out of her cab seemed to portray that. This was their home now. They had to learn to go in casually at some point. Why was she doing this? Being all self assured and forward. It was rude, at best. At least, that was what her mother was going to tell her. Wait...she wasn't home. She could do this. She was going to be fine. Jordyn was an adult (okay, not really, but she always thought of herself as so.) She could make her own decisions, even if they ended up humiliating or killing her.

With that thought, she leaned over to grab the doorknob, gently turning it, as if it was going to explode. When it didn't, and the door lightly creaked open, she pushed it, getting a short glimpse of the hallway before stepping in. She hated going into places for the first time. Feeling like a stranger in her new home was extremely uncomfortable. She would have to get over it, though, she supposed.

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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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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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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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There was constant movement in this house. It was something she would adjust to, she was sure. But her lack of sleep and generally anxiety about being around so many people--though they were her friends--was rattling her brain. Jordyn was just trying to keep up as people came and went, trying to pretend she was just in the chatroom. Username has gone offline. Username is now online. Yeah. It was easier that way. Finally, she squeezed her way out of the kitchen, grabbing her myriad of bags and things to take upstairs. She struggled with her bags as she clumped and banged up the stairs, making quite a bit of noise and dropping things on the way. Jordyn disregarded it though, only going back to retrieve things after she made it to the top of the stairs. It wasn't a big deal, nothing was broken or lost for the most part. There were a few bedrooms scattered about, and she had to pick one.

Jordyn paced for a bit, before deciding on one of them, finding that it was already partially occupied. it would do. She would have a roommate. That worked with her. Maybe two roommates. Would she be okay living in the same room as two other females? Sure. It would be like having a sibling. Or two. Or twelve. She grinned a little, setting her bags down and starting to unpack. Most of the stuff she unpacked were the basics, her laptop, a few pillows she had dragged there from home, and the picture frame with her family photo in it. Jordyn tucked the photo frame under the pillow, setting her laptop on the bed and pursing her lips a little. There was noone for her to get online and rant about her new place with. They were all here.

It was supposed to be amazing, why was she being so awkward? Jordyn sighed and knelt down to unzip one of her bags, reaching through and finding a sweater. This city was freezing. Colder than home, even. She slid the sweater on, wrapping her arms around herself for a moment before hopping up onto the bed and opening her computer. It was just a heavily ingrained habit to check the chat, even though she had acknowledged that they were all going to be here. Nobody was online. Of course not. She sighed and shut the computer down, picking nervously at the edge of her dress. Either way. She started to explore her shared room. The one side was heavily lived in, covered in various posters. The more she looked around, and the more she speculated, she figured it must've been Carsin's room. Being that she was one of the very few to already be set up--and the fact that it reflected her behavior, it made sense. Jordyn didn't mind it. She smiled crookedly to herself, pleased with her choice of roommates. Blitz--Carsin--whatever, she would get used to real names eventually--was always cool on chat. She seemed to be the same in person, albit a little tired (weren't they all, though? Who did mornings?)

"Blitz, you're gonna have to put up with me now," Jordyn teased as she left the room. She called out, because she knew that she was somewhere upstairs, but not quite sure where, considering she wasn't in their now shared bedroom. Transitioning from using nicknames to real names was going to be trouble, but she would get over it. Not like Jordyn minded whether others used her nickname or real name, she answered to either one. She just tried to respect everyone elses' wishes. Whatever they were. Most of them seemed just happy to be out of an oppressive environment. She paused there for a moment, then jogged down the stairs. The kitchen was too crowded for her, so she made her way to the living room, curling up on the couch with a book and her notebook. She wasn't be totally antisocial, but she didn't need to be in the center of the conversations, either. She was available enough if anyone needed her (not that such a situation was likely, considering everyone arriving and the chaos of getting settled.) But it was well enough that way.

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Character Portrait: Anastasiy Norn Character Portrait: Emma Porsche Character Portrait: Riley B. Day Character Portrait: Dean Morgan Character Portrait: Jordyn Tessa Hedrich Character Portrait: Craig Winters
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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.