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Girls in a Hectic All-Boys School?!

New York - 2012

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Rai Azure Howard [17] "Stand up for something or you'll fall for anything."
Joshua Minato Emeress [15] "I've learned that in life we've got to to smile whenever we've got it in us to smile, and even sometimes when we don't."
Lucian Zhaitann Asmodei [14] Woe to them who know neither victory or defeat
Jayden Rogers [9] Things change, adapt to it.
Oliver Abel Bells [8] "What's the point of having friends? All they do is betray you."
Tessa Drake Kewell [7] "I'm fine... really. Don't worry about me."
Quentin Frasier Radford [4] "You think you're something special, huh?"
Zechariah Jephthah Nehemiah [3] "What to do... What to do..."
Demitri Barren [3] Don't take life too seriously. You'll never escape it alive anyway.

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Many people may have thought that getting accepted into Beauchamp Academy was a privilege, and that your parents should be proud and maybe throw you a fancy party where they serve expensive wine and unpronounceable foreign dishes; maybe it was exciting for a guy, but not for a girl. It was just a very drunken mistake that Celeste had done and now she was accepted into a prestigious all-boys academy. She had to dye her precious light pink hair black and chop it to look like a boy’s. Why didn’t she just send a letter to the academy feigning her death or a sickness that excused her from going to school that year? Because Celeste wasn’t a quitter (plus, she heard that Beauchamp Academy’s boys where the hottest ones around).

She had told her aunt, with whom she lived with, all about her big mistake. Her aunt was a little angry, but mostly amused. She’d get to see her niece dressed as a boy and that was a ‘once-in-a-lifetime’ experience since Celeste was the most girly girl she knew. The fact that Celeste’s boobs my get crushed into her chest and stay there forever because of the corset she was wearing to make her chest look more boyish made her aunt laugh, but Celeste hardly found it amusing. She promised herself that she’d only stay one year at the luxurious academy, not more, not less.

”Are we there yet?” Celeste asked her aunt, turning her head to look at said woman. Oh, how Celeste was jealous that her aunt still had her long ginger hair and she had to get rid of her lovely pink one to replace it with a horrible black one.

Her aunt gave a hearty chuckle and nodded her head smiling, “Almost. Impatient, are we?”

“Nosy, are we?” Celeste mocked. She wasn’t in the mood of joking; not when her boobs where suffering an excruciating pain. She knew eventually the pain would numb, but she did not care about tomorrow: today was today, and today her boobs hurt like hell.

After a couple of minutes in a very comforting silence, Celeste asked in a whiny voice, “Are we there yet?”

Her aunt gave an exasperated sigh, “Almost.”

“Are we there yet?”

“Almost.”

“Now?”

“No.”

“How ‘bout now?”

“I don’t know!”

“And… now?”

“Oh for the love of God! Just shut up Celeste!” her aunt replied. Her face was flushed with anger and her hair looked a little puffy.
Celeste raised her hands in mock innocence and sunk in her seat. She huffed and crossed her arms in her chest. After a while of looking out the window, she spotted a couple of brick buildings.

“We’re here,” her aunt said, gesturing with her head to the enormous campus. Celeste’s eyes widened and a smile found her way into her face. She was nervous, excited, and anxious at the same time. What if they noticed she was a girl? What would they do to her if they ever did?

“Alright Essie,” her aunt said, using her nickname for Celeste, “You be a good girl and show ‘em what you’ve got.”

Celeste nodded, kissed her aunt ‘goodbye’ on her cheek and grabbed her duffel bag from the back seat of her aunt’s small old car. It still smelled like tuna sandwich, and humid cloth.

Celeste made her way to the main office, adjusting her outfit and taking a good look at what she was wearing. She was wearing a black blazer, a black and grey scarf, tight fitting jeans (hopefully her but didn’t give her away as a girl), and black leather shoes. She looked like a casual guy who just wanted to flirt and smoke the casual cigarette here and there.

The main office came into view and she knocked on the door.

“Come in!” came a voice from the inside.

Celeste stepped inside and smiled at the secretary behind the desk.

“Hi, this is my first year here and I was wondering if I could get my dorm keys and number,” she said.

The secretary looked at her dead in the eye, and at first Celeste wondered why, but then she realized she had spoken like a girl; a guy with a girl’s voice…definitely not pretty.

“I- I mean… Hey, this is my first year here. Could I get my dorm keys and number?” she asked again, in a much more masculine voice and adding a charming smile at the end.

The secretary shook her head, as if coming out of a daydream, “Sure,” she replied. “Just give me your name and we’ll be good to go!”

Celeste cleared her throat and spoke, “It’s Cel- Arden Klaus Spektor.”

The secretary nodded and took something from the inside of a shelf, “Here you go! Dorm 1-A. Your roommate is Lucian Zhaitann Asmodei.”

“Creepy name for a dude,” she mumbled under her breath. Taking the keys from the lady’s hand and giving her a thankful smile, Celeste made her way to the Lobby and then to the stairs to find her dorm. It was easy since it was the first one in the corridor. Apparently, her roommate Lucian had already been inside the dorm since a hasty message was written in a white board in the dorm’s door with his name at the bottom.

Celeste sighed deeply and opened the door using the key. What saw was clearly not what she expected. It was a big and modern, with a luxurious T.V., a kitchen, and a room of her own. She smiled and started jumping up and down and squeaking like a girl (she may have been dressed as a guy but she was still a proud female). She was finally inside and there was no backing out now.





█ ♞ ⊰ ωнєяє αм ι؟ :: In Dorm 1-A
█ ♞ ⊰ ωнσ αм ι ωιтн؟ :: Me, myself and I.
█ ♞ ⊰ ωнαт'ѕ ση му мιη∂؟ :: "I just hope they don’t burn me alive in a stick if they find out I’m a girl."
█ ♞ ⊰ συт σƒ ¢нєѕѕ-ριє¢єѕ :: Typos... why must you exsist. It's long, I know. I'm playing Minecraft so my mind is on not getting eaten by zombies. orz.

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Demitri Steven Barren

"Brilliant," Demitri nodded, easily adding the poster and other things Ace pulled out into his drawing. It was a rather weak sketch, it was going to need refining later, but this was his room, he'd probably draw it lots anyway. Really this walk was more going to be so that he could see which places he wanted to draw first than actually drawing anything. Plus it'd be good to actually know where things were. He fully intended to draw his own map, for personal convenience only, he found it much easier to follow his own drawing than someone else's. Even if theirs were computer designed.

He was essentially drawing the room around Ace, as the other boy kept moving around it was fairly easy to do. He idly edited things and added in shading as his roommate wandered around the room. Actually, as he thought about it, he was kind of hungry. Hopefully he could convince Ace that they should visit the Cafe first. Ace seemed nice enough after all, and he was into music which good. Demetri liked music. It didn't seem like it'd be that hard to get on with his roommate. That was good to know, he really hadn't wanted to live with some unreasonable guy who thought he was God's gift. Yeah, he'd known a few of those.


x█ ♞ ⊰ ωнєяє αм ι؟ :: Dorm C2
x█ ♞ ⊰ ωнσ αм ι ωιтн؟ :: Divine Delyn Darkins
x█ ♞ ⊰ ωнαт'ѕ ση му мιη∂؟ :: "I'm kind of hungry."
x█ ♞ ⊰ συт σƒ ¢нєѕѕ-ριє¢єѕ :: Pretty short and possible typos.

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"I know how you feel on that one, I couldn't cook if my life depended on in personally," Luke replied with a laugh. He beckoned for Jayden to follow him, "So Jay, what drew you to enroll here? I mean the place has a lot of prestige but most everyone here has got at least one specific reason as to why they chose this school."

Luke figured he'd make some small talk as he lead the way to the Cafe, it was a very open area on the second floor. The place was really hard to miss, even though it was called a cafe the place really seemed more like a restaurant, "Well here we are, the Cafe...an overly humble assessment if I've ever heard one. Remember that while everything on the menu has a price, students have a substantial amount of Campus Credit that can be used anywhere on campus. It's included in school tuition, unless you wish to dine five star every meal School Credits will keep you covered the entire year." Luke pulled out his school ID as he spoke, "Just hand them your school ID and they'll take the credits out of your account." In truth he thought the whole affair was overly dramatic but in a school like this, there was bound to be flaunting over such minor details.

"Any other place you wanna hit up or is this all you really wanted to see. But I do recommend checking out one of the courts or gyms,open twenty-four seven, after all we guys need to stay in shape. It's not just a school requirement, this place can get you in ridiculously good condition very easily. You'd be amazed how many girls 'visit' from off campus- especially during weekends, it's like the place is a zoo for them or something." Luke shook his head a bit at the thought, "Granted half the time it's hard to tell who enjoys those periods more." He kept explaining as he grabbed a bite to eat, Jayden had reminded him that he was hungry as well so he decided to kill two birds with one stone.

"Also I guess this warrants a warning on its own, but since the place is all guys some tend to really make themselves at home after opening week settles down. So don't be surprised if you see people walking around the dorms in boxers or less, for some reason action is never made to correct that behavior. The exception of course being during official events and visitation days, then it's the school trying to show off so everyone has to behave."

x█ ♞ ⊰ ωнєяє αм ι؟ :: Cafe
x█ ♞ ⊰ ωнσ αм ι ωιтн؟ :: Jayden Crystal Rogers
x█ ♞ ⊰ ωнαт'ѕ ση му мιη∂؟ :: "I really hope he's not getting the wrong idea about this place."
x█ ♞ ⊰ συт σƒ ¢нєѕѕ-ριє¢єѕ :: Hope no one minds about me kinda putting some details in on day-to-day campus (lot of it is from my own campus life).

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Jayden couldn't help but laugh at the idea that she had a real reason to come here, she listened very closely as she explained about the Credits, that did sound very useful, and then she held back a spit take as Luke continued to talk. She'd seen guys wandering around in boxers before, no biggie, but less? Seriously?! She chuckled to hide her discomfort, grinning a Luke.

"You promise not to laugh if I tell you why I'm here?" she asked, raising an eyebrow challengingly, "In truth all my friends found me looking over applications and proceeded to fill them in and mail them while a couple of them held me back. It was not fun. Anyway, I got accepted here and next thing I know I'm parking my bike outside. Probably should have thought it through more, huh?"

She could be honest about that part, good thing because she would not have been able to think up a convincing story, but all her friends treated her like one of the guys anyway. They'd thought the whole situation was hilarious, up until she'd stolen each of their phones and started sending random text messages and changing their contact lists. Ah, revenge was sweet. Of course then she'd gunned it down the road 'cause they were chasing her, fully prepared to peg anything they could get their hands on at her. Yeah, that had been fun.

"Also, yeah, I'd like to check out one of the courts, I've been busy lately, I have not had nearly enough sport time," She nodded firmly, partially because she wanted to make sure she played as much as possible. She really enjoyed her sport and, if she wasn't going to go nuts at this school, she needed to play regularly. It would be beneficial sanity wise. She decided not to comment on the rest of what he said. Mostly because she honestly didn't know what to say to that.

x█ ♞ ⊰ ωнєяє αм ι؟ :: The Cafe
x█ ♞ ⊰ ωнσ αм ι ωιтн؟ :: Lucian "Luke" Zhaitann Asmodei
x█ ♞ ⊰ ωнαт'ѕ ση му мιη∂؟ :: "This could be harder than I thought, God I need to think more."
x█ ♞ ⊰ συт σƒ ¢нєѕѕ-ριє¢єѕ :: Possible typos and I switched back to calling her 'she' rather than 'he' because it was getting annoying.

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xxx"I'm not weird. I'm just... different."

"Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment."


"If I let you, would you take care of me?"

Ray gave Joshua nothing but a nod as he told him that he'd be back. Thoughts continuously raced through his mind. He felt like punching a wall, just to cool down. Usually he wouldn't want to. Actually, usually, it never even crossed his mind. Joshua came out, and said something, he didn't hear, but as soon as he stopped shaking his head, Joshua insisted. What did the guy think he was doing?
"Erm... Are you sure?" Joshua made his life a bit easier, thank god. For a minute, he thought of Joshua as a bit of a fool, but shrugged it off and followed his roommate out the door.

Following Joshua in silence, he listened while losing himself in his thoughts. He could still hear Jochua clearly, and could snap out of his thoughts immediately, learning that from when they started conversing. As he continued to think, Joshua's voice popped in. How did he fracture his rib bone? The answer would have been 'I never hurt myself', but he couldn't say so now.
"...My brother helped me out. He left about three minutes before I actually saw you come in. Was there any chance that you see him? He had brown, messy hair that covered his face." He stated, cracking a small smile as he made another lie. He was getting used to this, which wasn't usually a good sign.

As the two entered the cafe, Ray stopped, stunned as soon as he actually took a step in. He had just passed the door before looking around. The chairs were wooden, and had the color of white oak or ash, matching the tables, which were covered in red table cloths. The glass windows were quite large, which was good for viewing the scenery. There were double doors on the left, right, and back of the room, leading to the balcony, which had more tables. The was a chandelier in the center,lit candles sat in between each window, making him actually like it much more. Usually, Rai could care less, and would hate her current personality, since it was so... nevermind. Unfortunately, as long as he acted like someone else, this was how it was going to be.
"My god, it's amazing!"

"Peace, love, unity, respect. The keys to happiness."
"You're the opening act, and I'm the main event."

"In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: It goes on."

x ♞ ⊰ ωнєяє αм ι؟ :: In the Cafe
x ♞ ⊰ ωнσ αм ι ωιтн؟ :: Joshua Minato Emeress.
x ♞ ⊰ ωнαт'ѕ ση му мιη∂؟ :: "Oh god, I hate 'Ray' already, but this is going to have to be how it goes..."
x ♞ ⊰ συт σƒ ¢нєѕѕ-ριє¢єѕ :: Meh, few errors that I may have not noticed, sorry.

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Josh frowned slightly. *Brown messy hair? Covering his face? I most certainly did not see anyone of that description...* Josh stopped walking for a second. *Wait.* Josh, despite first impressions, was not a fool. *When I was trying to unlock the door, the books were in my way...* Josh remembered the situation exactly as it had happened, Josh kept walking as he thought in order to avoid an awkward moment. *Her brother left three minutes before I entered... then how come I didn't meet him at the doorway... when I was stood there for at least five!* The pieces fit together in Joshs mind. Ray was lying. Then what really happened with the decorating, the luggage and Rays rib? Better yet was Rays rib really broken at all? Josh didn't know... but he would most certainly find out.

The cafe. It was just like it had always been. White oak chairs, matching tables, large glass windows, three sets of double doors, a chandelier in the center and, Joshs personal favorite, the balcony. He was used to it by now but the level of awe Ray had coupled with the general beauty of the place still caused Josh to let loose a smile. "Amazing is right, you know this school is rich when they have such fancy decor in a cafeteria..." Josh mumbled. He chuckled lightly "I once heard that some high rise members of society would pay all the money they had to dine here... but that's just a rumor. Josh idly strolled around looking for a table for himself and Ray, thinking of many things, Ray as a person, the lie Ray had told, the cafes decor, and last but not least what he was going to get. After all, Josh very much enjoyed eating.

Josh finally decided on a table by the window. He sat down at it and looked outside. It was a nice day, no rain which was good, well at least not currently, it could have rained earlier for all he knew but that wasn't important. He took a moment to sigh. Before turning back to Ray. "Pull up a chair mate, no use standing around." Josh said with a smile before pulling up a menu. "Alright... lets have a look eh?" He browsed the pages of the menu looking for something that looked good. He was quite hungry so he wanted something heart but he wasn't in the mood for any meat. "Hmmm..." He flicked through the pages and finally landed on a cheese omelette. "Ahhh there we go that'll do nicely..." This was his chance. He couldn't look away from the menu, it would look to obvious, but this was his only chance to see if Ray had actually been telling the truth.

Through the menu Josh couldn't tell if Ray was sitting down, but he was willing to take that risk. Then, so lightly that it in no way seemed intentional, but just hard enough that it would have nudged Ray in the ribs, Josh nudged the table with his legs. Quickly he put his menu down and looked towards Ray, all the while trying to act like he had no idea what he had just done. If Ray winced or showed some sort of pain then his rib was actually injured, if not then it wasn't and Josh would have to confront him about it later in private. However he was going to do that regardless, since Ray was lying about his brother anyway.

Then a thought struck Josh. What if Ray had simply gotten the time wrong or maybe Josh had misheard him. If that was the case then Josh had just purposely accidentally pushed a rough oak table into his new roommates fractured rib. Josh in the few percentages of a second it had taken him to think of this mentally facepalmed. *Crap* He thought. *Stupid brain, stop providing an over-analysis of everything I come across in life... Well either way I've done what I've done and I can't think of a way he could have noticed that it was on purpose... lets see if my stupid over-analysis bore any results.*

x ♞ ⊰ ωнєяє αм ι؟ :: In The Cafe
x█ ♞ ⊰ ωнσ αм ι ωιтн؟ :: Ray Leo Switch (Rai Azure Howard)
x ♞ ⊰ ωнαт'ѕ ση му мιη∂؟ :: "Sometimes I surprise myself with my own stupidity."
x█ ♞ ⊰ συт σƒ ¢нєѕѕ-ριє¢єѕ :: As always possible typos, maybe seem a bit rushed if it does blame it on my tiredness.

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Luke felt a smile creep across his face when Jay gave his reason for being at Beauchamp. "Well that's definitely an unusual reason to come here, but something must have caught your attention, otherwise why bother showing up." His tone wasn't question more of a logic statement under the assumption of since Jay had an application sent in for him, there was no point in paying and showing up. "Still that's hard not to laugh at, I'm sorry." This Jay fellow was pretty cool, rather unusual but pretty cool.

He nodded at Jay's bid on the courts and sports time, after all a little fun and exercise did a lot of good, especially with stress. "Indoors or outdoors? We can easily hit both facilities and their respective pools if you want. But may as well start what you intend to use more." At that moment he had a weird after thought.

"I don't know about you, but my room mate is new like you are. A quick swing by the dorms to check if they're there wouldn't be a bad idea, don't know about you but I'd feel pretty bad about leaving my room mate just sitting in the room all afternoon." It was just a small suggestion, with no strength behind the words; after all if Jay wanted to see the courts now, he'd show them to him. He just figured that maybe getting more people would be better, in terms of showing more new people around quickly and conversation. He was in no rush so he had no problem just standing still and waiting for the guy's reply.

At that moment, he saw a face he'd seen around campus a couple times before...Emeress -was it and another rather girly looking new guy. He lifted his right hand in greeting, not a full wave but still enough to get attention. "Hey how's it goin?" A rather generic greeting but being social wasn't one of Luke's strong suits...something he thinks Emeress knows. Luke had no talent for remembering people well right off the bat, then again if he knew the guy even at all, it's been the entirety of summer at least since he'd seen him.

x█ ♞ ⊰ ωнєяє αм ι؟ :: In the Cafe
x█ ♞ ⊰ ωнσ αм ι ωιтн؟ :: Jayden Crystal Rogers, Joshua Minato Emeress, Ray Leo Switch (trying to initiate conversation with the latter two)
x█ ♞ ⊰ ωнαт'ѕ ση му мιη∂؟ :: What's with all the feminine looking new guys...kids these days. Urg I wish I was better at remembering people, never had this trouble with targets.
x█ ♞ ⊰ συт σƒ ¢нєѕѕ-ριє¢єѕ :: short, typos and rather dull in details (don't want to claim to know someone else if they'd rather not know me in game)

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The boy's elbow rested on the windowpane as he examined the scenery, uninterested. The Bentley Mulsanne stopped at a particular red light, giving Quentin the chance to watch a pretty girl jog past. His half-lidded eyes followed the curve of her impressive chest, her hips, the grace inserted into each step, how her long blonde hair galloped along her back within the allotted pace. His green irises clung onto the girl until she completely disappeared from his view. A grin then crept onto his face, amused by his own thoughts. Not bad. Of course, he had picked up better looking specimens during his youth, but he still still found a considerable pleasure in checking out girls when idle. It was an exceptionally favourited pastime of his during car journeys, where time positively dragged out. At last, he felt the car underneath him shift into motion until the girl was now behind them. He watched as she turned into a corner of the pavement while the car continued to drive straight ahead, the distance between them increasing by the second until she had been replaced by a building and several new faces.

Quentin was uncertain where they were heading or what they planned to do once they got there. He had not been given any information whatsoever this morning, not the slightest of hints. His father had woken him earlier than usual and, with the most flattest of pokerfaces, had told him to get up and change into his best suit. The boy reluctantly agreed and dragged himself out of bed, albeit not without a mumbled complain or two. During breakfast, he was told that all necessary luggage was already waiting in the car and that old Wadsworth would drive him there. Now, here he was - in the back seat of an expensive Bentley, with the loyal family butler driving upfront. Quentin was dressed in a formal set, both his blazer and trousers were of an identical shade of soft brown. Underneath he wore a light blue shirt with delicately embedded stripes. A patterned tie was wrapped around his neck and a suede pair of thick-soled dress shoes encased his feet. The boy had said he was fine with wearing a sweater and jeans, but his father vehemently disagreed with this. I said your best suit, did you not hear me? he had said. No-one disobeyed his father; his own son was no exception so Quentin had nodded in reply and returned to his room.

He sighed; he shouldn't have even be awake at this time. He could've still been in bed, his fingers reminiscent of the party last night. Quentin couldn't quite recall what had happened yesterday, but he assumed it had been good. The boy was just glad that he hadn't brought some drunken girl back home. He resisted imagining the scene of his father discovering the pair in bed. A tangle of limbs among the wrinkled folds of a duvet, one body identified as his son while the other was a naked girl he had never laid his eyes on before. A shiver ran down his spine and Quentin thanked his lucky stars that he had yet to experience such a horrific predicament.

A persistent thought remained in the back of his head; still wondering about this "surprise" they were driving to. He turned his head from the glass and shifted his focus towards the driver.
"Do you know where we're going, Wadsworth?" He asked.
The old man chuckled, "You will know soon enough, sir. Soon enough."
Quentin's unenthusiastic expression did not change as he kissed his teeth in reply. Everybody had been extremely vague about the entire situation this morning, this irritated him immensely. Quentin had attempted to ask a few people if they knew where he was going but it never resulted in a straight answer. The boy had asked a few servants walking through the hall as he made his way towards the kitchen, they had only smiled back and shook their heads. It had been futile to ask Wadsworth, he didn't know why he had even bothered asking. He remained silent for the rest of the journey, switching his attention between the people walking along the pavement and the buildings that towered above them. He was hoping to notice the destination before Wadsworth would.

"We're here, Mr. Radford." The butler said, before getting out of the car and walking around the vehicle in order to pull open the car door in front of Quentin.
He looked disheartened as he stepped out. He knew it - no wonder the household had been so quiet recently. The boy had expected for a punishment to suddenly surface, he just wasn't expecting it to come in the shape of a new school. He was not as angry as he should've been, it had only dampened his mood slightly. Quentin found himself rather tired despite just waking up a few hours ago. An all-boys school above all things. Quentin exhaled in frustration as he dragged out two guitar cases from the back seat. One was a rectangular black case while the other was made of a vintage leather and imitated the shape of the instrument inside. He strapped the latter onto his back and held the case in his left hand. He shuffled to the Bentley's trunk and heaved out an amplifier with his right hand. Wadsworth then, in turn, grabbed the duffel bag and backpack that had nestled on either side. Once the duo was comfortable with what they were holding, they strode through the gates and towards the school entrance.

Quentin allowed Wadsworth to open the door - as he was the only one with a free hand - and entered the lobby. He whistled, impressed, before making his way towards the desk.
"Um, yeah, I'm Quentin? Quentin Radford?" He said, addressing the secretary.
She glanced up at him briefly, before burying her brunette head in the computer screen in front of her.
“Ah, yes. You’re a first year, right?” She murmured.
The woman, once more, flicked her view up towards the male before returning to her original position. Her head bent, she rummaged through a few folders within the cabinet underneath her before brandishing a leaflet, an ID card and keys.
“Here you go.”
Her occupied hand reached out towards the boy. He then jerked his head sideways, in the direction of Wadsworth. She blinked in confusion for a moment before quickly nodding in understanding and moved her arm in front of the man.
“Thank you, from the both of us.” The butler said apologetically, the glint of his glasses concealing the sheepish look in his eyes.

Wadsworth pocketed the card and keys, choosing to focus on the leaflet first. With a whip of his hand, it opened out to reveal a map and a small column of information on the side.
“Now, where is One C...?” The old man breathed, more to himself rather than to his counterpart.
“What? Lemme see.”
Quentin inched closer and tilted his head over in order to get a better view. They stood there for a good few seconds or so, scanning the paper - looking for the dormitory among the several other buildings within the school. The boy could not deny just how vast the faculties were. How fancy.
“Aha!” The butler exclaimed.
“Good, you’ve found it. Let’s go.” Quentin said flatly.
He raised his head just in time to see the glimpse of the secretary’s stare before she dropped her head, a flush of colour emerging into her cheeks. This caused the edge of his lip to twitch upwards. It was always the piercings, always. Strangers never looked at anything else; Quentin was accustomed to this movement and had developed the skill of feigning ignorance while walking on the streets. It gave him a certain thrill, knowing there was at least one person drinking in his unusual appearance.

A smile still apparent on his face, he strolled out of the building; Wadsworth closely behind.

With the twist of a lock, Quentin burst through the door using the push of a kick – shortly after Wadsworth had turned the handle. With a sigh, the old man followed suit. It was clear that another person had been in this room before as his belongings were strewn on the bed. However, no other presence was within the vicinity. Maybe he’s gone travelling? Quentin had judged from the map, that there was more than plenty to be travelled. He claimed the remaining bed by carefully placing his amplifier and guitar case in front of it. He rolled his exhausted shoulders in relief. Never underestimate the weight of an amplifier, ever again. The boy then slipped his arms out of the leather case and positioned it beside his other luggage.

He then leapt onto the mattress, not bothering to remove his shoes. The thick blanket felt so thick and fluffy underneath him, Quentin was tempted to go to sleep right there and then. He lifted his head slightly and watched Wadsworth already starting on the unpacking.
“You want me to help you or something?” He asked.
“No thank you, sir. I wouldn’t expect you to help anyway.” The speckled man replied, fishing out a pile of folded t-shirts.
“You know me too well, Wadsworth.”

The task was done quickly, and his given wardrobe had been filled within a few minutes. Even the bathroom now contained his personal toiletries. The selection of garments that had been chosen to come with him to school was meagre compared to the collection back at home. However, he was glad that the maids were attentive, as most of it was clothes he wore more often. Unfortunately, the boy had been quick to notice that a few formal suits had also been packed which must’ve been his father’s doing.
“Will you be alright here, Mr. Radford?”
“You know me, Wadsworth. Of course I will.”
“If you insist. Your father said you are welcome to call him if a problem arises.”
“I would rather call Mitt Romney, Wadsworth. My father is the last person I would ever want to call at the moment.”
It was true; his father was a harsh, stubborn man. He controlled the family with his iron first. His word was rule, no matter what stupidity was uttered from his mouth. Perhaps the success had just sunken into his brain for far too long. In most cases, Quentin was convinced that Wadsworth acted more of a fatherly figure. It was obvious that he and his father weren’t exactly close - the fact that it was him who had set this up, strengthened this disconnection by a large margin.

The butler hesitated in replying immediately; although he found difficulty in maintaining a straight face. He chose not to comment, hoping a pause would express what he had planned to say.
“Now that everything has been done and said, I must be on my way.” He edged towards the door.
Quentin had remained sprawled across the bed with a peaceful look washed across his face, his arms outstretched to either side.
“Okay, bye. Tell mum I said hi.” The boy muttered while looking at the plain, unforgiving stretch of white that was the ceiling. He then heard the thud of a few objects being dropped onto his desk, presumably the ID card, keys and leaflet. He did not shift his focus until he heard the faint click of the door closing.



[WHERE AM I?] In Dorm C1.
[WHO AM I WITH?] No-one.
[WHAT’S ON MY MIND?] “Father, you insolent prick.”
[OOC] It’s longer than what I usually do, much longer, so you may find that I may have waffled at times. Especially near the end, where I was starting to not know what to put next. I got increasingly tired the closer I got to finishing it. I may proofread it tomorrow. =w= HOLY CRAP AFTER LOOKING AT THIS AGAIN IT LOOKS SO GODDAMN MASSIVE WTFHOWDIDITYPETHISMUCHGDFGDFGFG

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Compared to Oliver, the male revealed to be Morgan seemed so easy going and cool, even though he did seem a bit put off by Oliver's fidgety and nervous behaviour. It felt like he was doing some wrong, he felt like apologizing for his behaviour, but even that seemed to be the wrong move. Oliver felt trapped, anything he did was the incorrect action. Oliver glanced over at Morgan a few times, examining his appearance more. His fair white skin, soft looking blonde hair, and feminine facial features made him look quite...Cute. Wait, what was Oliver thinking? He shook those thoughts and tried to convince himself they meant nothing. Even so, it was impossible to deny that Morgan didn't look a little cute, perhaps charming would be a better word. Oliver was thankful to have such a friendly individual as a roomate, he could've had much worse, that much was for certain. Morgan Kewell.. Oliver repeated the name in his head, he could've sworn he heard that name before. Perhaps it was just he word 'Kewell'? Maybe he read that word somewhere online, he didn't know, nor did he very much care. He realized he should probably introduce himself, but even something as simple as that seemed difficult. Formulating words into coherent sentences was difficult, and making it sound right was even more so. He kept his head lowered and facing the laptop screen, even though he didn't want Morgan to leave his sight, he felt uneasy without the stranger in his field of view. "Oliver Bells..." He replied quietly, he didn't want to come off as unfriendly or apathetic, but for some reason he couldn't help but speaking as if he was talking to a scolding parent.

No doubt he was out of his safe zone by now, he was in a whole new environment, a one that was much too lively for his liking, he hated being out of his element like this. "Sorry," At this, Oliver looked up a little bit, why was he apologizing? Did he blame himself for something? Suddenly Oliver felt quite bad, did he do something wrong? Knowing how his social interaction usually went, he probably did. He felt disheartened. He wanted to apologize for his own behaviour, and try to be more friendly, but he couldn't, it was as if something was holding him back, like a great weight that he was unable to overcome. He was simply reading small messages on his laptop, not paying any particular attention to them. How pathetic, he was really pretending to read? Even he found it sad, but it wasn't like he could just shut it down and talk with Morgan, what the hell would he say? The weather's pretty good, isn't it? This place is pretty fancy, right? You wanna' go to the cafe and grab a bite to eat? Do you want to go for a walk together? That last one gave off a vibe that Oliver didn't consent in good will. What were roomates supposed to do anyways? He would be inclined to ask some other students, but he dreaded social contact, it was marching towards doom itself.

"If I'm bothering you, just say so. How should I put this... you look busy...? So, yeah, if I'm getting in your way, just ignore me. I don't mind." A small childish frown appeared on Oliver's face. Getting in his way? Well, he couldn't ignore him very well if he was in the same room. Hell, he couldn't ignore him even if he was two rooms away. He couldn't simply ignore strangers living around him, it was unnerving, he couldn't anticipate what they would do, complete unknown variables. He didn't want to appear as if he wanted Morgan gone, he didn't, well he did, but he didn't! It was complicated. He didn't know whether he appreciated Morgan's presence or loathed it. Of course he would be much more comfortable living by himself, but it wasn't like he would hate living with others, as long as they were friendly and didn't interact with him too much. The problem was that Morgan and Oliver would be living in such a small area, interaction would almost be a constant. His mind told him to ignore Morgan, but he felt that was the wrong decision. He summoned up his courage and raised his head slightly so he was looking at Morgan's lower half, he couldn't handle eye contact at the moment. He pulled his legs closer to his body, "You're...You're not bothering me." His voice was once again quiet and sincere. He wanted to say more, but the the words didn't come, they were trapped inside, longing to escape but forever trapped, like a butterfly struggling against the strength of a spiderweb. Ahhh! What do is say?! What am I supposed to do?! He hadn't been in a situation like this in many many years, he was at a loss. He wanted to do something to seem like a more open person, he was perfectly open and extrovert alone, but he couldn't speak his mind around others, it drove him crazy.

♞ ⊰ ωнєяє αм ι؟ :: Dorm A2
♞ ⊰ ωнσ αм ι ωιтн؟ :: Morgan Eris Kewell.
♞ ⊰ ωнαт'ѕ ση му мιη∂؟ :: "I don't mind him. What am I supposed to say? Ahh! I feel like i'm an actor in a play that has no script!"
♞ ⊰ συт σƒ ¢нєѕѕ-ριє¢єѕ :: Sorry for the delayed response, my sleep patterns have been messed up, I hope this pleases you!

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Jayden nodded thoughtfully, Luke was very organised. Way more organised than most of the guys she'd met before this. She was glad he'd been one of the first guys she'd met, especially as it meant she had someone who could actually show her around. She probably would have ended up outside by now if she was on her own. Not because she got lost, but she'd get bored and frustrated, and therefore she'd end up running around.

"I think I'd like to check out the indoor court, but I'm not a big swimmer," Jayden lied easily. She, in fact, loved swimming, but would have to go without it for a while apparently. God damn the all-boys school. Maybe she could get out sometime and go to a public pool? There wouldn't be many students who would bother with that, but if one of them came out and saw she was in trouble. She'd have to put more thought into this scenario.

"Yeah, it's probably a good idea to go check on our roommates, I wanna see who I'm living with," Jayden nodded. Part of her was kind of dreading meeting her roommate, if he was some persistent nosy guy she was screwed. On the other hand he may just be really annoying, which would grate on her nerves a lot and still had potential to blow her cover. Well, this sucked. She continued speaking to Luke, "Anyway of he turns out to be a pain in the arse I'm gonna need to know where both courts are."

She watched Luke greet another student, but didn't say anything because she didn't know them. She just quietly continued eating her food, though she watched curiously.

x█ ♞ ⊰ ωнєяє αм ι؟ :: The Cafe
x█ ♞ ⊰ ωнσ αм ι ωιтн؟ :: Lucian "Luke" Zhaitann Asmodei
x█ ♞ ⊰ ωнαт'ѕ ση му мιη∂؟ :: "I hope my roommates not too annoying."
x█ ♞ ⊰ συт σƒ ¢нєѕѕ-ριє¢єѕ :: Possible typos and such.

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The boy at last spoke, breaking the momentary silence between them. He introduced himself, but was so quiet that Morgan couldn't quite be sure he had heard him right, despite the almost complete lack of sound in the room. His voice was barely more than a whisper, and was seemingly directed at the ground rather than at his new roommate, making it even harder to interpret. Morgan raised an eyebrow slightly, looking a little conflicted. He seemed to have been right with his assessment of "nervous," but still, this was above and beyond even what he had expected. It was perfectly reasonable to be scared at the prospect of having to live in a strange place with an unfamiliar person for at least a year, if not more, and Morgan really couldn't blame him for being unable to adjust to the new environment. But still, retreating into himself this much made it look like the boy, Oliver, was terrified of the newcomer, a feeling that rendered Morgan somewhat indecisive. If that was the case, how should he react? On the one hand, it felt like a him-ish thing to do to keep on trying to be as friendly as possible, to show Oliver he wasn't anyone to be scared of, but on the other, now would probably be a good time to exercise some tact and just leave the boy alone until he calmed down a little. But if he kept on pressing conversation, wouldn't that just overwhelm his subject and make him feel obligated to respond? And if he simply stopped talking at such an awkward point, wouldn't it seem like Oliver had done something wrong and had insulted him? Either way he looked at it, there was no right way out of the situation! On the one hand, he'd seem like a self-centered, talkative loon, and on the other, he'd just be distancing himself and making Oliver feel guilty. Either way was no way to go about things. The way he saw it, the only way to break this long, awkward pause was to bring up a subject of interest to both of them. If there was something they both felt they could comfortably, the situation could possibly be salvaged. But how...? How was Morgan supposed to know that much about a person he had only just met? Unless he could somehow manage to make an educated guess and hit the target, there just wasn't any way he could discover such a subject, was there? Almost unconsciously, he began to fidget with his ponytail, spinning it around furiously until it began to twist, then turning it the other way and continuing the motion, making him look rather ridiculous as he stood deep in thought, frantically searching for some sort of clue to the solution he sought.

Suddenly, however, his reverie was snapped apart by just a few softly spoken words. Although they were still quiet, they were there, and Morgan could this time be sure of what he'd just heard. Stopping abruptly - unintentionally slapping himself in the face with his own overly long mane of hair in the process - he glanced up, and smiled slightly at what he heard.

"You're...You're not bothering me," Olver said at last, his face still angled downward, but his eyes glancing nervously up through his bangs at Morgan, who gave him a reassuring grin.

"Ah, that's good," He replied, relieved, mustering all of the friendliness he could and trying his best to continue the conversation. But how? What was he to speak about... If he went silent now, Oliver would feel like he was expected to say something, and considering how hard it seemed for him to speak up, he would probably just lapse into silence and distance himself again. It was a pattern Morgan - no, Tessa - knew all too well from her childhood. Always, everyone had expected her to be just as perfect as her brother, and had forced her into decisions and situations she never wanted to make. Always, she had let them down, and after a while, she had simply stopped trying, drawing back into her little shell and hiding within her own small world. Everyone had just accepted this and ignored her. For every single day of that isolation, she had wanted someone who would reach out to her, who wouldn't drag her kicking and screaming out of her comfort zone, but rather would help her gently to extend her reach out into the broader world. Her brother had filled that void until his - no, her untimely death, and now that she was Morgan, there could be only one option: to fill that place, and to be just like he had always been. It was just as much a matter of sympathy as it was a matter of personal nature. She couldn't just act the part of her brother. She had to be Morgan. Although her heart went out to the boy to begin with - she knew exactly how terrible it felt to never know how to interact with others - she now had another reason to help him. Because she, Tessa Drake Kewell, was more than just a liar. She was the ultimate imitation, the greatest swindler ever to have lived!

At last, Morgan's eyes fell upon exactly the thing he had been searching for: a clue. Smiling slightly, he walked as casually as he could over to a small side-table, upon which sat several unmistakable items. Ah, so that was this boy's hobby... Anime and Manga fans weren't exactly common, being somewhat an esoteric form of media in the United States, but admittedly, Morgan himself had seen a few - mostly big ones like Bleach, Fullmetal Alchemist, and, his personal favorite, The Slayers - and was familiar with the sort of style and genre.

"Oh, hey," He asked, inspecting the items on the table. This was his best bet. Now, all there was to do was bring the subject up casually, and hope for the best. Taking a silent breath, he mustered himself, and spoke. "Aren't these books of yours manga? That's interesting. You don't really come across fans of Japanese media often here in America. I've seen a few anime myself, but I don't really recognize any of these volumes you have."

Damnit. That wasn't casual at all. That sounded so forced! Well, he'd gone and done it now. All he could do at this point was hope that it worked, regardless.


x█ ♞ ⊰ ωнєяє αм ι؟ :: Dorm A2.
x█ ♞ ⊰ ωнσ αм ι ωιтн؟ :: Oliver Abel Bells.
x█ ♞ ⊰ ωнαт'ѕ ση му мιη∂؟ :: "He's so quiet... It's almost like... no, I think he IS scared of me. In that case, what do I do? I suppose I should try to just be friendly, but that's easier said than done."
x█ ♞ ⊰ συт σƒ ¢нєѕѕ-ριє¢єѕ :: By Kewell being familiar, are you perchance referring to Code Geass?

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xxx"I'm not weird. I'm just... different."

"Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment."


"If I let you, would you take care of me?"

The cross-dresser glanced at Joshua. Was he serious? It seemed like the cafe just had it's grand opening! It was so clean and sparkly! He snapped out of his thoughts as someone waved and greeted the two. Ray gave that person an acknowledging and friendly smile before following Joshua, who decided to sit by the window. He slowly walked, continuing to admire the cafe intently. Just then, he heard Joshua speak, telling him to sit down.
"Oh? Oh yeah! Sure." His focus returned to Joshua as he took his seat. He looked at the menu. He would probably just prefer some steep tea. Then again, the area didn't seem like the usual coffee shop he visited. Suddenly, he felt a nudge a random nudge from the table, and flinched, simply being surprised. He couldn't tell of the table was simply a bit wobbly, but he didn't say a word. If anyone noticed, he would tell them that it was nothing, and he was just... thinking? Just then, he remembered the lie he had told Josh. Ray wasn't exactly visible, but he did try to twitch, pressing his lips together to seem like he was resisting to make a peep. A low sigh escaped his lips, as he returned to his normal self.

Ray continued to read the menu, but soon looked up to see Joshua, no longer reading the menu. He grinned, a chuckle escaping his lips.
"...Is something the matter?" Joshua didn't seem like anything was wrong. It was simply Ray, hoping that Joshua didn't act like he suspected anything... like maybe... Ray was actually a female? Ray didn't feel like he was suspected for cross-dressing and acting like a total girl, but it wasn't so bad to make sure. After all, he'd have to watch everyone's actions with caution, just to see who may suspect him. "So..."

"Peace, love, unity, respect. The keys to happiness."
"You're the opening act, and I'm the main event."

"In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: It goes on."

x ♞ ⊰ ωнєяє αм ι؟ :: In the Cafe
x ♞ ⊰ ωнσ αм ι ωιтн؟ :: Joshua Minato Emeress.
x ♞ ⊰ ωнαт'ѕ ση му мιη∂؟ :: "Oh god..."
x ♞ ⊰ συт σƒ ¢нєѕѕ-ριє¢єѕ :: Short, it's late, so it's a bit... bad. Sorry!

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He flinched. But it was forced, almost painfully obviously so, however Josh could have just been over thinking things... again, however he had had a hunch that there was something strange about Ray, maybe this was it? He wasn't the kind of guy who hesitated so he decided he would just come right out with it. He sat there in silence awkwardly staring at Ray as Ray stared awkwardly at him. He chuckled asking him if everything was alright. He continued staring in an attempt to make Ray uncomfortable. He narrowed his eyes as if to give Ray the impression that he knew his dirty little secret, though Josh himself was reffering to the rib, he could have meant anything. *But he'll know what I mean... after all there's nothing else he's lying about...* Josh thought, continuing to glare at Ray until he spoke again. "So..." Ray began. "I know, Ray." Josh sighed, interrupting him. "About your little lie, you slipped up and now I've figured it out, the truth..." Josh said triumphantly.

"You are actually..." "Hey how's it goin?" Josh was interrupted mid-sentence by a semi-familiar voice. What Josh was going to say was You are actually perfectly fine! No fractured anything, am I right?". But he was cut off before he could finish his sentence. So now unbeknownst to him, he had just accidentally made it seem like he knew Rays true secret, that he was a girl in disguise. Even though in reality he didn't actually have a clue in that regard. Rays reaction would most likely be one to see wether he knew it or not, however someone else had joined their conversation so Josh just turned to Ray and said. "We'll discuss this later." He now turned to the guy who had approached them. "Hey, you're... Luke right? Yeah Luke Zhaitann Asmodei isn't it?" Josh said the full name for whatever reason, he just hoped it hadn't come across strange that he did so.

"I've seen you around campus before, though I guess we've never really gotten a chance to talk. Anyways this is my new roommate Ray and in case you've forgotten, which I don't blame you if you did, I'm Joshua Minato Emeress." Josh said making introductions as best he could, though he wasn't exactly the greatest socialite on the planet. Stopping for a moment however Josh thought about Lukes middle name, Zhaitann... where had he heard that before, it was like a name he had heard whilst playing a popular MMO, yeah some kind of zombie dragon or something similar... meh it wasn't important. "Anyways Luke, I heard quite a few of us were getting new roommates, you wouldn't happen to be one of those people would you?" It's also worth mentioning that all the while this was happening Josh had noticed another student silently eating and watching them from afar, though he decided to think nothing of it.

x ♞ ⊰ ωнєяє αм ι؟ :: In The Cafe
x█ ♞ ⊰ ωнσ αм ι ωιтн؟ :: Ray Leo Switch (Rai Azure Howard), Luke Zhaitann Asmodei
x ♞ ⊰ ωнαт'ѕ ση му мιη∂؟ :: "He seems nice enough to come over and say at least, meh we'll see what he's like I suppose."
x█ ♞ ⊰ συт σƒ ¢нєѕѕ-ριє¢єѕ :: As always possible typos, also I don't know if thats what the name "Zhaitann" was intended for but whoeer gets the reference regardless gets a cookie.

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"Well in truth the first name is Lucian, but it goes without saying I hate my name...a sick joke on my father's part really" Luke couldn't keep the bitterness out of his voice on that statement. "Seriously, who names their child using three names all derived from names that elude to devil? Worse now that NCSoft made Guild Wars 2." But he stopped his rant, making his tone and face pleasant again.

"Yeah, I'm one of the people who got a new roomie, showing another new guy around around now. He want's to check out the indoor courts next but we were thinking about stopping back at the dorms and checking if ours have arrived yet. The one I'm with is the dude back there watching us, goes by Jay, he's pretty cool but surprisingly shy." He wound up shifting from answering a question to a crude explanation and introduction, but Joshua would keep up with what he was saying. So he turned to the new guy Josh was with to get to know him as well.

"Sup, I'm Luke, room 1A, nice to meet you..." he stopped and waited for a name to be returned in kind since it'd be rude to continue talking after the pause. That being said he still tried to wave Jay over with the arm he didn't have held out for a handshake. After all it was better for him to meet more people quickly, and in college the people you know added up to a lot.

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Jayden finished what she was eating and made her way over to the group. Standing beside Luke she gave the other two an easy wave.

"Hey, good to meet you," she greeted as she reached them. She looked them both over, out of habit. One of them looked really, tough, well built, but he seemed friendly enough. The other on looked slightly feminine. Well, at least Jayden wouldn't draw as much attention to herself as she'd originally worried she might.

"I'm Jayden," she offered, making sure she sounded like a guy, which was easier for her than you'd think, "You can call me Jay, most do."


x█ ♞ ⊰ ωнєяє αм ι؟ :: The Cafe
x█ ♞ ⊰ ωнσ αм ι ωιтн؟ :: Ray Leo Switch (Rai Azure Howard), Luke Zhaitann Asmodei, Joshua Minato Emeress
x█ ♞ ⊰ ωнαт'ѕ ση му мιη∂؟ :: "It's good to know I won't stand out to much...That food was really good!"
x█ ♞ ⊰ συт σƒ ¢нєѕѕ-ριє¢єѕ :: Bleh, super short, sorry suffering from writers block a little. ALso possible typos

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xxx"I'm not weird. I'm just... different."

"Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment."


"If I let you, would you take care of me?"

Furrowing a brow, Ray stared at Joshua with a puzzled expression. He continued to act, hoping he could change the boy's opinion about Ray lying. Ray seemed stunned, stuck with his confused expression. His eyes read 'What the heck are you talking about?'.
"Wait, wait one second. Excuse me?" He gave Joshua a frustrated stare before sighing, letting it go, for now. His focus turned to the man who had greeted them. A friendly smile tugged on his lips. "Oh, hey." Ray shrugged, grinning widely. The male seemed nice. Lucian, was it? It sounded like Lucifer, which reminded him of a few video game characters he had seen. Most were like demons, or even devils. Perhaps that was the definition, but he didn't care.

"Oh, my name is Ray. Ray Leo Switch." His focus moved to the other male. Jayden. He smiled, showing cheerfulness. He then stood up, not liking crowds. "Oh, I have a few things to do. I'll see you guys around?" Bowing calmly, and placing the menu back on the pile. He turned to Joshua, giving him an apologetic look. "Sorry. I have to go." With those five words, he stormed out of the cafe. He didn't want to hear a confrontation at the moment. Ray didn't want to hear another word. Silently, lost in his thoughts, he walked down the stairs and escaping the second floor and moving to the first floor.

He walked passed the indoor pool, which didn't exactly catch his eye. The auditorium was probably not going to be interesting to him either. Walking through the lobby, he saw multiple students. He began blending in with the groups of male students. Many were quite attractive, others, were indeed attractive, but not the type of people he'd love. Ray leaned against the wall by the entrance, being covered by the many other students. He definitely had Rai's usual posture. Looking aloof, not exactly caring about the world.
"God damn it."

"Peace, love, unity, respect. The keys to happiness."
"You're the opening act, and I'm the main event."

"In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: It goes on."

x ♞ ⊰ ωнєяє αм ι؟ :: In the Lobby
x ♞ ⊰ ωнσ αм ι ωιтн؟ :: Forever Alone!
x ♞ ⊰ ωнαт'ѕ ση му мιη∂؟ :: "Oh god..."
x ♞ ⊰ συт σƒ ¢нєѕѕ-ριє¢єѕ :: Rai, why are you so... whatever?

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Joshua Minato Emeress

"Yo Ray wait up!" But Ray was already gone. Had Josh somehow upset him, he doubted it, Ray didn't seem like the type to upset easily. Maybe he was just really shy around new people. No that couldn't be, he had been quite comfortable around Josh and while walking the hallways. Surely it couldn't have been about Rays lie? After all it was just a little white one, probably just to get out of basketball. *Damn it... I knew I was being too straightforward with this... my little plan for basketball after five minutes of knowing him probably came off as a little strange.* Josh stood up from the table as a new guy arrived.

"Hey, nice to meet you Jay, I'm Joshua, Joshua Minato Emeress, but you can call me Josh or Min if you'd like." This guy Jayden, it was strange he almost seemed to remind him of Ray in some strange way. Actually what was strange was that Joshs thoughts kept returning to Ray. He just couldn't shake his new roommates image from his mind. Josh couldn't explain it. Perhaps it was the fact that they were roommates and Ray being the newer to the school, Josh felt responsible for him. Yes that was it. Josh nodded to himself, if that was the case and if Ray was determined by Josh as Joshs responsibility. Then Ray was going to get the upmost help and reliability Josh could offer, wether he wanted it or not. Josh shook his head to regain his posture and spoke to Jayden and Luke. "I'm sorry this meeting has to be so short, but I'm afraid since Ray doesn't very well know the schools layout that he may go and get lost." He smiled at Luke. "And I'm sure you can imagine who'll get the trouble for those circumstances." He pushed in his chair and turned to leave. "Well good luck you two, lets talk again sometime yeah?" With that Josh set off in the direction he had seen Ray go, surely he couldn't have gotten far.

He hadn't. Josh had been expecting to use the lobby as a starting point to figure out where Ray could have gone but was lucky enough to find him there anyway. He saw him leaning against the wall by the entrance. Fairly sure that Ray hadn't noticed him he leaned against the same wall a few feet away and spoke. "Y'know Ray... I'm getting the feeling you don't really like me that much... then again you may have already noticed that I over analyse quite a lot..." Josh stopped. "Now then, are you gonna tell me why you lied?" If Ray knew what exactly Josh was talking about or not was still to be seen, but if he thought Josh was talking about the big secret itself then the situation was primed for an overly awkward moment.

x ♞ ⊰ ωнєяє αм ι؟ :: In The Cafe - In the Lobby
x█ ♞ ⊰ ωнσ αм ι ωιтн؟ :: Ray Leo Switch (Rai Azure Howard)
x ♞ ⊰ ωнαт'ѕ ση му мιη∂؟ :: "I'm a persistent fool sometimes aren't I?..."
x█ ♞ ⊰ συт σƒ ¢нєѕѕ-ριє¢єѕ :: Sorry if this feels rushed/crappy etc. I'm in a bit of a hurry but I didn't want to leave anybody waiting or anything like that.

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After a very girly moment in Celeste’s new life (OK, it was only going to be a year) she composed herself and went to her room to unpack. It was wide and had a window with a lovely view outdoors. There was a pool, an outdoor court and a Greenhouse. Celeste had never been very fond of plants because her mother hated them. She only accepted the couple of flowers fans gave her after her concerts. Other than that, no plants where allowed near her; ever. That was until Celeste moved in with her aunt (who was actually a plant lover). Even though Celeste hated insects, she would try to ignore them whenever she visited her aunt’s small greenhouse. It was full of purple, red, pink, yellow, and light blue flowers, exotic-looking plants of all colors and sizes, and a small weeping willow tree.

She always felt so calm and serene whenever she was inside her aunt’s beloved greenhouse. The plants almost acted as if they where soothing and singing a lullaby quietly for her ears only. Celeste’s eyes widened, along with her smile, when her eyes came across the panel roofs of the Greenhouse. It was just what she needed to calm down her nerves, anxiety, and excitement; a visit to the plants’ realm.

She slowly made her way downstairs to the first floor watching and memorizing every single detail of the building she was going to spend the rest of the year in. It may have looked very plain to the naked eye, but for Celeste, it was very different. She tends to see things in a different perspective, and sometimes that’s what stands out the most of her. She was different in many ways; she thinks differently, she acts differently, she listens differently, and most importantly she lives differently.

As she arrived to the first floor, she quickly crossed all the rooms in it and made her way outside to hopefully be able to see inside the Greenhouse. It seemed as though it was camouflaged with its surroundings. It was made of brick, but a thick layer of bindweed was swallowing the building from the outside. Celeste smiled and skipped towards the ancient-looking building. The main door was closed (much to Celeste’s liking), so she decided to check the back door. Luckily it was unlocked. With a final look at her surroundings, and making sure no one was following her or saw her enter the Greenhouse, Celeste opened the door and stepped inside. She took a long breath, catching the smell of freshly watered plans and looked around taking in everything that made up the school’s beautiful Greenhouse.





█ ♞ ⊰ ωнєяє αм ι؟ :: Greenhouse.
█ ♞ ⊰ ωнσ αм ι ωιтн؟ :: Me, myself and I.
█ ♞ ⊰ ωнαт'ѕ ση му мιη∂؟ :: “I may not be very fond of insects, but I think I’ll be coming to the Greenhouse more often.”
█ ♞ ⊰ συт σƒ ¢нєѕѕ-ριє¢єѕ :: It’s short, and I apologize for it. Grammar is not my forte; never has and never will. Sorry if I have any mistakes with it or with the spelling (though I’m using spell-check).

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"Well Jay, I guess the two of them were having some kind of fight before we walked in," Luke commented after Minato and Ray had run off. "So let's head back to our dorms for the room mate check, meet you outside of 1A?" He proposed the idea as casually as he could to get things rolling again, and used his dorm as a meeting point since he didn't Jay's room. He really didn't wait long for a reply, in fact it was more like he made the suggestion while walking off. He had gotten a bit caught up in the pace of things so if Jay had a change of mind, he'd probably missed it.

Luke arrived at his room in a hurry and found no one there, but it seem his room mate had settled in. Thinking he'd try to catch some photos around campus, Luke grabbed his camera. The thing had many uses, he could casually take pictures and even had it modified with night vision, IR and thermal capabilities. Aside from genuinely being good for photos and clips, the modifications had let him size up many a target without looking suspicious. Night photography was of course good for a night time job; but the thermal allowed for a general look of his target by tracking their body heat, revealing little secrets along with some awesome pictures; the IR filter was a little sneaky, by using a combination of regular and infrared light, it allowed the camera to see through one layer of clothing. This incredibly perverted function had practical uses: it let him see any weapons under clothes or spot a bullet proof vest that might have been hidden in thermal. It also made regular shots of things like plants and buildings look alien from the light distortion, so long as no one is in the shot it seems fine; but then again he didn't intend to take pictures of people today.

With that he slung the camera strap around his neck and focused the thermal view on his hand, he had to let the thing calibrate a bit if he wanted good thermal shots. That and since thermal was the most sensitive setting, by the time it was clear and readable, so was everything else. Still focusing on the camera, which was locked onto his hand, he stepped outside the door. If Jay was there then they could head to the courts, if not then it shouldn't be too hard tracking him down.

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-----яαι αzυяє нσωαя∂
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xxx"I'm not weird. I'm just... different."

"Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment."


"If I let you, would you take care of me?"

Silently, Ray stood there, leaning on the wall. He didn't seem like he was listening. Truth be told, he wasn't. Ray was too busy thinking about his next lie. God, he felt awful. When he came back to reality, he remained exactly the same. He only heard the the last line and half of the second last line. He sighed, seeming reluctant to reply.
"Okay... The reason why I lied was because I... despise sports." Another stupid little lie. Rai enjoyed sports, it wasn't something she focused on, just a hobby she carried out through her entire school life. She sighed, knowing the two didn't get off on a good start. If he was going to see through her lies with just a bit of evidence, he was going to end up revealing the fact that he was a girl, and soon. He needed to step up his game. "Oh, don't tell me you're the kind of people who hate lies. Can you keep and stand secrets?"

Ray wanted to know, simply so if he ends up finding himself in a situation where Ray would tell him his 'dark secret', he would have a vague idea of how well Joshua would keep it. He sighed, not having a clue about what to say next. Perhaps... Wander the school? It was probably unlikely for Joshua to join him, but it was worth a try. He wanted to check out the school. "Anyway, I was planning to continue checking out the school. If it's fine with you, would you care to join me? We weren't exactly able to get some chow, so we could go back if you'd like." He seemed to have completely gotten over the entire situation. It didn't even seem to cross his mind again.

"Peace, love, unity, respect. The keys to happiness."
"You're the opening act, and I'm the main event."

"In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: It goes on."

x ♞ ⊰ ωнєяє αм ι؟ :: In the Lobby
x ♞ ⊰ ωнσ αм ι ωιтн؟ :: Joshua Minato Emeress
x ♞ ⊰ ωнαт'ѕ ση му мιη∂؟ :: "Where to go..."
x ♞ ⊰ συт σƒ ¢нєѕѕ-ριє¢єѕ :: Short, but meh.

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Jayden Crystal Rogers

Jayden nodded easily to Luke and headed back towards her dorm. She opened the door without too much thought. It was her room after all, she could do what she wanted. When she walked in she found a guy sitting on the other bed. He had bleached blond hair and apparently endless piercings. She cocked her head to the side slightly, still, she couldn't really judge anyone one how they made themselves look. His eyes really stood out though, bright blue, very nice. As a guy you're probably not supposed to notice that, she noted silently.

"Hey," she offered, gesturing to herself, "I'm Jayden, your roommate. And you are?"

She dumped herself onto her bed as she spoke, looking at him curiously, looked like she'd have an interesting roommate at least.

x█ ♞ ⊰ ωнєяє αм ι؟ :: Dorm 1C
x█ ♞ ⊰ ωнσ αм ι ωιтн؟ :: Quentin Frasier Radford
x█ ♞ ⊰ ωнαт'ѕ ση му мιη∂؟ :: "Cool eyes, not overly fond of the piercings but his life is his life I guess."
x█ ♞ ⊰ συт σƒ ¢нєѕѕ-ριє¢єѕ :: Bit short, possible typos, and I wasn’t sure if the butler was stil in the room or what Quentin was doing, so, sorry if something I wrote doesn’t fit. I’ll fix it if you let me know.

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Quentin Frasier Radford

Despite the few moments of silence after Wadsworth had left, Quentin had yet to doze off like he had planned. Instead, he had spent the time just mulling over the situation in his head. The boy was aware that life would be so much more different within a boarding school. He still wasn't familiar with the concept. The idea that his sleeping area was only a walking distance away from school seemed alien to him. His half-lidded eyes continued to gaze upwards at the ceiling, his pupils somewhat dilated and unfocused. In fact, he had not even heard of Beauchamp Academy until he had seen the title embedded in metal along the gate entrance. Quentin had no previous knowledge of the school or it's reputation. Perhaps it would be best to have a look around - sooner rather than later.

Quentin stood up and walked towards the desk close to his bed. His large hands closed around the bundle that his butler had left on the table. He then returned back onto the ruffled mattress, this time he crossed his legs and rested his back onto the wooden headstand. The boy left the booklet and keys in the hollow chasm his legs created and put the ID card in between his thumb and forefinger. He moved it slightly, letting the light glint off its smooth surface.
Name: Quentin Frasier Radford.
D.O.B: 16/08/1994
Dorm #: 1C

He continued to examine the card until he heard the faint click of the door opening and the muffled sound of footsteps against carpet.

He observed an unfamiliar male walk in, was this his new room-mate? He was relatively short, with long locks of brunette hair; something resembling a fringe covered the majority of his right eye. Quentin didn't want to judge solely on appearance, and decided to push any hypotheses aside. Upon acknowledgement of Quentin's presence, the boy tilted his head to the side curiously.
"Hey," The boy said while dropping onto the bed beside Quentin's own, "I'm Jayden, your roommate. And you are?"
A calm and relaxed introduction, would he be the pessimistic, boring kind? Quentin wouldn't know until he found out. The blonde dropped his ID card into his lap and edged closer. He leaned on his left arm and reached out towards Jayden with his right, having the pure intention of a friendly handshake.
"Good morning, Jayden," He replied with a grin, "You seem like a nice lad, I'm Quentin - or Q. Just call me Q."



[WHERE AM I?] In Dorm C1.
[WHO AM I WITH?] Jayden Rogers.
[WHAT’S ON MY MIND?] “He should really cut his hair.”
[OOC] No worries, the butler's gone. I've put what I was doing previously in this post, so you shouldn't be confused.
All in all, this post was pretty bland. Possibly a few typos. Quentin would've probably done a more quirkier/ interesting method of introducing himself, but Imbecile can't think of one right now. =w=

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Zechariah Jepthah Nehemiah[/center]

Zechariah walked on over to the Admisssions office to check in. He knew he was admitted just before the year began, but better late than never. "Excuse me, sir? I am Zechariah Nehemiah. I was admitted late, so I hope I did not miss too much."

The man at the front desk checked the files. "Oh, no! Not at all! In fact, you have plenty of time to unpack! Welcome to Beauchamp!"

"Thank you!" The blonde man smiled at the good news.

"You are dorm 2B."

Zechariah nodded and took the key. There were supposedly no young ladies on campus, which meant he did not have to worry about a love life, just yet. Or, so he thought. He did not know it yet, but there were a few young women disguised as men who were within the dorms. Once he finds out, it will be a total shocker.

Dorm 2B was not hard to find. He would normally open the door. However, he knew a man -well, supposedly a man- named Phoenix was his roommate. Where there is a roommate, it would be prudent to behave politely. Therefore, he knocked on the door, instead.

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Jayden nodded, accepting the handshake. She made sure it wasn't too weak though, which was actually a habit of having to put up with all her friends picking on her when she didn't do something as well as them, but was really convenient now that she was a guy.

"Good to meet you," she said then, slightly more eagerly, "Hey, I met one of the older guys earlier and we were going to head for the basketball court. You wanna come?"

She didn't really mind, she could play on her own if it came down to that, but he was her roommate and it would be a Hell of a lot easier if they had something in common. As of yet she'd found nothing except that they were both attending this school. Yeah, this could be a long year.

x█ ♞ ⊰ ωнєяє αм ι؟ :: Dorm 1C
x█ ♞ ⊰ ωнσ αм ι ωιтн؟ :: Quentin Frasier Radford
x█ ♞ ⊰ ωнαт'ѕ ση му мιη∂؟ :: "Oh my God, I'm going to die if I don't get on with him, not only will I be a girl at the all-boys school all the time with my roommate will be awkward as hell. God damn it."
x█ ♞ ⊰ συт σƒ ¢нєѕѕ-ριє¢єѕ :: Bit short, possible typos, and really sorry about the major delay in reply, I was really busy.

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Oliver Abel Bells


Oliver's hobbies caused him quite a bit of trouble back in primary school, the other kids would call him a creep. He didn't drop the hobby because of it though, infact it only encouraged him to spend more time inside. That constant looming lonliness was suffocating, he experienced it every day outside, even when he wasn't in school. It felt like the air around him was stale, like he was slowly being starved of oxygen, he hated it. His only sanctuary was his room, where all the things he loved were. Inside that dark confined space he couldn't be hurt, he couldn't be insulted or picked on. Things only got worse when he progressed to high school, he found it difficult to socialize with other human beings in general, it felt unnatural, like he was talking to a monster. He found that there was simply no point, so he became a no-life shut-in. He was always hesitant of showing his hobbies off to people, he feared that he would be called a creep, hell, even he himself found his hobbies a little odd. He raised his head slightly, just enough so that Morgan was in his field of view, what was he thinking? He watched him play with his golden ponytail. It was silly, enough to make Oliver smile, almost enough to make him laugh, but he would hold back any hint of laughter, he didn't want to be rude.

He began to worry as soon as Morgan approached him, the distance between them was depleting quickly. He felt like his protective barrier had been broken, he was so vulnerable, it terrified him. What was he doing? Was he going to do something to him? Why was he coming closer?! He looked straight down at the bed sheets, No, you idiot! That'll make you look stupid! He raised his head quickly, his face turning a slight pink color, he tried to keep a straight face, but instead he ended up looking rather strained. Morgan was looking at his comics, it was almost too embaressing to handle. He should've hid them under his bed, internally he cursed himself. He listened to Morgan, he was surprised to hear that he had also experienced the medium, but he couldn't believe it. It was just impossible, somebody as cool as Morgan reading manga? Nah, it didn't make sense. He was probably just trying to make Oliver feel better, or at least that's what he thought, which only made him feel more uncomfortable. I'm screwing this up so bad.. He thought to himself. Of course Morgan wouldn't recognize them, they were fairly old, volumes he hadn't quite gotten around to reading. It was easy to missplace things and forget about them in Oliver's mess of a room.

He looked at Morgan straight for the first time, he still couldn't handle eye contact, so he ended up looking at his mouth/nose. A little akward, but it was better than the alternative. He tried to put up a cheerful smile, it looked odd to say the least. "Th-That's probably because they're old." He replied, trying his best to sound casual. "Y-You can borrow them if you want to..." He offered. God this was embaressing, he wanted to run away, maybe hide in some dark corner and cool down.

♞ ⊰ ωнєяє αм ι؟ :: Dorm A2.
♞ ⊰ ωнσ αм ι ωιтн؟ :: Morgan Eris Kewell
♞ ⊰ ωнαт'ѕ ση му мιη∂؟ :: Ugh, I hope he doesn't think i'm weird...
♞ ⊰ συт σƒ ¢нєѕѕ-ριє¢єѕ :: Sorry for the short post, figured i'd get this in already, still sick so it's an uphill battle to write a post out. (Also yes, I was reffering to Code Geass.)