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Brian ❀ Holt

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♝The Basics ♗
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❀ My name is: Brian Holt
❀ You can call me: Brian, Sunny, Bri
❀ I’ve blown this many candles: Nineteen (May 12)
❀ I am a: Male
❀ I'll meet you in my dorm: Dorm One A
❀ My Role is: Protector of the secret
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♝ Getting to Know Me Better ♗
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❀My life so far:
Brian didn't grow up with a whole entire family. He spent his younger days in an orphanarium. It didn't really bother him so much because he hadn't known any other life, until a very nice old lady came by the place. Her name was Maria Holt. She was a single lady in her late forties, looking to adopt. Out of fifty-two kids, little eight-year-old Brian was picked. He was able to go home with that woman that night, and hasn't seen an orphanarium since then.

Ms Maria's house was quite a step-up for Brian. It was a three-story house with a whole lot of land on it. It even had a front gate! As soon as Brian walked into the house though, he was expected to be like a prince. Quiet, intelligent, and respectful. He was already most of those, but he still needed a lot of practice.

For the next ten years of his life, Brian was privately-schooled in all boy schools. Not once had he kissed a girl, or hardly even saw one for that matter. All he's know are guys, and for pete's sake it's only natural that he's taking some liking to them. But no, his "mother" (or he calls her his granny) was a christian woman and expected better of him. He asked to be put into regular schools, but no. She had already paid the school the money for that last year and he was stuck. But like the man he was trained to be, he accepted it and sat it through. He graduated without hesitation, and finally thought he was free.. Well, until his granny signed him up for Beauchamp Academy...

So you might be wondering now, "How did a boy like this get such a lively personality?" Well, some might think he was just born with it. Yet some people know that he actually learned to be like that from his granny in his younger days. Yes, she was a stressed out old lady most of the time, but every time she met with her adopted son she made sure to teach him right and play with him at least once a day. Everyday after school, she would take him out to a public park to help him and herself let off some steam. There, he'd be able to play with some of the other kids, and actually met some nice girls. Every time he did something bad without apologizing, he would be punished with a public spanking and taken straight home. Being good is something he has no problem with now, in his older days. Yet it has done some mental damage to him.. (Sensitivity)

❀ And sometimes, I act a little like this:
[WIP]
Brian Holt's life has been very simple; he lived with his rich grandmother and was taught how to be a very polite young man.. Well, mostly. He still is a very smart young man and made it through his high-school days quite nicely, but his personality is like that of a nine-year old. He loves to talk to people and can't take a hint on when to shut up. He's very hyperactive, and loves to go out and mess with the wrong people. However, getting in trouble with the wrong people has been a reoccurring feeling in his life. No matter how many time's he's punished, he really just doesn't learn his lesson. Eventually, this will give negative effects on his life, if it hasn't already.

Brian is a little sensitive when it comes to harming the wrong people, though. He falls into a mini depression and immediately tries to do anything to fix his mistake. If he can, He'll take it back. If he can, he'll fix the wounds the best he can. Just know that if he has harmed you in any way, he's probably off sulking in a corner about it. Though he does have a hatred of certain kinds of people, Brian has a big heart. Even if he doesn't understand, he'll still try to comfort. At the least, he'll buy you something nice. Brian just can't stand to see tears.

Though he's not spoiled rotten, Brian does have high expectations on certain kinds things. If something's dirty, he'll immediately have it cleaned up. Someone's fighting, he'll end it. At times though, he will be a little rude about how improper someone's writing or drawing is, and ask if they would fix it. This has gotten him into fights that could have been avoided, and injures that could have been spared.

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♝ Other Information ♗
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❀ Oh, Give it to me~!
☑- Flowers
☑- Laughing
☑- Bright colors
☑- People
☑- Being friendly
☑- Sunkist
❀ Ugh, get it out..
☒- Rudeness
☒- Death
☒- 'Ugly' colors
❀ Crush: "Crush? Uh, you mean the drink, right?"
❀ Motto: "Don't worry about things you can't change, but pay attention to the things you can. "
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♝ Final Information ♗
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❀ Aditional info: Brian has a few phobias of his own: Triphophobia (The fear of holes), and would apreiciate it if he could avoid it at all costs.
❀ Username:Blood-Soaked Warrior
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♝ Theme Song ♗
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Last Hope by Paramore

So begins...

Brian Holt's Story

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#2013-05-28 08:27:51, as written by Blood-Soaked Warrior

Brian Holt~❀

Brian wasn't the kind of person to be so eager about going to the university- Well, okay, he was, but this time he actually felt a little nervous about it. Standing in front of the ginormous building didn't bother him so much; as he had been living in a mansion for practically all his life. But staying in a ginormous building hosting other kids seemed a little scary to him, but, you gotta to make the best out of the worst, right?

Wow, I'm actually gonna be staying here. He thought to himself, a little irritated at the idea. He had left his home only thirty minutes ago, but already was he feeling homesick. Brian bit the side of his mouth and let out a huff before taking a tighter grip on the handles of his suitcases. Oh well. I couldn't back out of this, even if I wanted to.. . Brian inhaled and began walking down the cold concrete path. The feeling of homesickness though was already lingering inside of his stomach. To calm his nerves, Brian began humming the theme of one of his favorite songs, "'Maxwell's Silver Hammer.' To his surprise, it worked and actually gave him a small boost of confidence. He grew a faint smile and before he knew it, he was already at the front door of Beauchamp Academy.

"Hello, I'm Brian Holt! I'd like to have the key to my room, If I may." He requested, smilling at the man and setting one of his suitcases down on the desk. Brian took a glance at the clock on the wall- 8:11 AM. That was the time he was supposed to be there, right? Right. Maybe.. The man at the desk stopped typing for a moment, took a glimpse at him, and sighed. Obviously he wasn't having a good day, Brian thought. "Sign here please." He requested, sliding Brian a Clipboard with a few sheets of paper attached to it. Attendance The top of it read. Fair enough, Brian thought. He leaned over and took one of those pens connected to the counter by tiny metal balls. Brian signed his name in, then the date, and slid it back to the man. The man didn't even bother to check the paper. He handed Brian his keys without saying another word to him. "Uh.. Thank you. I'll be off now." he mumbled, picking up his suitcases and doing just as he said.

It didn't take Brian a long time to find his dorm, as it was one of the A's at the front; In fact, It was the first room you came across! How fortunate! Brian thought to himself, setting down one of the suitcases so he could retrieve the keys out of his pocket. Once he did so and got the door open, he shoved the keys back into his pocket, picked up the suitcase and went on inside. Inside was a very plain looking room, but Brian knew that he and his new room mate would be fixing it up in no time... And by the way, where was his room mate? Perhaps he was running late? Oh well, Brian supposed he should wait around his room until the poor feller got there. But in the mean time, first comes first serves. Brian put his suitcases down on his bed. One was a carrier for a laptop, and the other for everything else. Brian popped open his laptop case, sat down on his bed and immediately pressed the power on button. He put his headphones on and waited for the password screen to pop up. The sound's of video gaming burst from his headphones as he waited for his room mate.

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#2013-05-28 11:07:43, as written by kiran-sama

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_____::Alias | Dataro Nagano::
_____::"I don't want to go."::
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The young woman was eerily quiet throughout the car ride. The ride had seemed to stretch on for an eternity, it seemed, in the silence. Her parents, too, had long since fallen quiet. However deafening it was, the silence was absolutely necessary to maintain the peace in the car. For the parents had sensed their oldest child's mood. It was one of anxiety, of absolute fright, and yet, there was hope in there, too. The overall atmosphere in the vehicle was nearly crackling with tension because of this, of course. Despite this, though, it would have been safe to say that the parents were actually in quite a good mood at that moment. They were happy for their daughter, more so than even she would ever be able to understand. They had the highest of hopes for her, and a good feeling that this school was the one that would help her succeed. But they were also feeling a twinge of fear also, something they could not help. And how could they not, after she had been kicked out of or rejected from all of the others? They knew that their daughter was at least a little bit uncomfortable (they had no idea) with having to take such drastic measures, but her parents were certain that this was the only route to take. They didn't bust their behinds to come to this country so that their daughter could be overlooked or cast aside, after all. All the more reason for this school to prove to be The One.

The only one in the car who was not silent was also the youngest: Kentaro, who had just turned a whopping eight years old. And what a shame it was that he wasn't hushed like his parents and sister, because he was starting to disturb the peace of the close-knit vehicle. He was not happy at all about his sister going away, and he made sure that everyone knew it. He sat in the back seat, arms crossed and constantly complaining. The volume of his voice seemed to grow the closer they drew to their destination, which certainly didn't help matters. And when they actually reached the school? Well...

Damara slipped from the car as fast as she could, closing the door behind her in all swiftness so as to prevent her brother's wailing from being heard by the rest of the world. She moved around back and opened the trunk to get her other items, and over her brother's crying, she heard her father ask if she wanted help moving in at all, using her alias name for the first time in his inquiry. She shook her head as she pulled the wheeled suitcase from the vehicle and closed the door, damn near slamming it in her nervous state. She wheeled it onto the sidewalk, messenger bag hanging from one shoulder. Damara did not look back. Goodbyes had been said at home, and they had been brief; this was out of habit, because, well, everyone had just subconsciously assumed that she would not be gone for long.

She entered the building, knuckles white from gripping her suitcase handle so hard. Damara had probably never been this nervous in her entire life. She was shaking, her teeth were chattering and everything. This had been a very bad idea. She did not want to be there, she decided as she cautiously approached the front desk. As she stated her name and other information, voice tight with anxiety, Damara decided that she did not like her alias, "Dataro", either. As she slowly found her way to her dorm room's location- One A- she decided that it probably would have been a better idea to find another school, one where it wouldn't have mattered that she was a girl. Here, she would have to assume a different identity altogether. She would have to be a boy, and she had a feeling that that task, though necessary, would be much more difficult than it sounded. Vaguely, she registered that she had to use the Little Girls' Room. When she remembered that there was no "Little Girls' Room", and there never would be, she visibly cringed. The more she thought about having to live here to receive the rest of her education, the more Damara wanted out of this sorry deal.

She reached her room, and she pursed her lips as she came to a halt in front of it. This was where she was going to reside for the foreseeable future. Her hand shook as she unlocked the door with the key she'd been given at the desk (it took several tries for her to get it in the blasted hole). Damara took a deep breath, turned the knob, and pushed open the door.

The first thing she noticed was the other human being that occupied the room, which had probably been for the best. If she'd seen him at the last minute or something, she probably would have reacted with surprise rather than pure anxiousness. Teeth gritted and face pale in apprehension, Damara unconsciously gripped her messenger bag and clutched it to her chest, as though it were some sort of shield. Warily, she looked the person over. He was blonde-haired, and altogether looked like a pretty decent person. He had a laptop out, and Damara could hear little sound effects coming from his headphones. The question: how to go about this encounter? Damara scanned her mind for ideas. She could pretend not to speak English! No, that was stupid. She could pretend to have some sort of disease! Also stupid. She could... She could make friends with this person?

...Not so stupid.

This is your chance! she yelled at herself. Speak! There was no way she was passing up this opportunity to make a friend, terrifying as the whole situation was.

"He-Hello," she stammered quietly. "My name is Da-" Damara stopped herself just in time to remember that she had an alias. "My name is Dataro. W-What's yours?"

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Hunter Davis was pissed off. But then again, this was hardly anything new for him. Anger was normal. Anger was him, for the most part, and most people didn't seem to realize that, if there was nothing he could do to change that fact, than there sure as hell wasn't anything they could do about it. He would've guessed that his parents of all people, though, would have been an exception. Wrong. If they hadn't figured out after nineteen years that the best thing they could've done for his condition was nothing, then they probably never would.

He fumed the whole way to the school. He would've driven himself, but he'd recently had his license revoked on account of his road rage. He'd rear-ended this one guy for going so damn slow, and that had been all she wrote. Needless to say, his parents had been very, very displeased with him. Hunter Davis was, too. His license had gotten taken away. Of course he was mad! But he didn't see why they had to be so peeved. It wasn't them that lost their license. Parents just didn't understand much of anything, it seemed.

As they drove, Hunter Davis was finding it very difficult not to just show his parents how angry he was. He would have, except he hadn't taken his medicine that morning like he said he did (yeah... he never actually took it anymore), and he currently had to act like he had taken the foul stuff. Otherwise, he was pretty sure he would've busted a window to pieces about twenty minutes ago. His parents didn't seem to notice his inner struggle to keep from flipping out, and that was alright with him.

When his father pulled the car up to the school, Hunter Davis was out of the car, suitcase gripped by the handle and all, before the tires had completely stopped moving. He didn't want to say goodbye to them, and this was something he'd decided when he found out he was going. They could sit there in that damn car waiting for him to turn around all they wanted to, but he wouldn't do it. Why? Well, he'd never admit it, but saying goodbye to his parents always got him so... so emotional. He hated it. It made him look like a baby and he hated it. He was a man, damn it! Men didn't cry because they were being separated from their parents. Girls did that. Men didn't. Knowing my luck, he thought ruefully as he entered the impressive building, I'll be back home by the end of the goddam week.

After receiving his room key and map from the front desk, Hunter Davis found that his dorm number brought back some memories. He'd gone to a boarding school once, during his freshman year of high school, and he'd gotten dorm A-2, similar to the number he had now. Hunter Davis narrowed his eyes. He remembered that school. He'd broken his roommate's nose after only a month. Good times.

He didn't come to a complete stop at the door to his room. Rather, he inserted the key, turned it, and pushed open the door so fluidly that he didn't have to stop walking, which was a good thing. Petty things like stopping to unlock doors bothered him. Bothering Hunter Davis was never really a good thing. Especially if you were a fragile little door.

Upon entering, the first thing he did was toss his suitcase on the empty bed. The second thing he did was notice that there was another bed. The third thing he did was notice that there was a person on this other bed. His roommate. The guy looked pretty easy-going. A little skinny, sure, but all-in-all decent. Hunter Davis shoved his hands in his pockets and looked at the boy for a few moments before speaking.

"Hey," he said a bit loudly, wanting to make sure he was heard. "'Sup? Name's Hunter Davis. The hell are you?" He mentally winced once he processed what he'd just said. Oh well. He could have (and has in the past) said much, much worse.

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#2013-05-28 18:53:51, as written by Blood-Soaked Warrior

Brian Holt~❀

Finding a game to entertain himself while his room mate was getting there was difficult. Accidentally, Brian had left his Sims 3 game at home, along with all of his other Cds... "Oh well.." he mumbled to himself, pressing the internet explorer tap. Internet games weren't as fun as game you buy for yourself- or, in Brian's case, his granny bought them- but they were pretty addictive, and short. Perfect for this time, right?

Brian was just about to make 23.4 meters when he heard a door shut from outside of his headphones. Curious, he looked up from the computer screen and sure enough; a person. More likely his new room mate, he believed. Brian was relived that they were here, but then again, he was just about to break his own record. He could introduce the guy in a m- Oh, no, he took a wrong step and his character ended up breaking all of his bones. Oh well, He thought to himself again, letting out one small huff of frustration before pulling off his headphones and setting them on the keyboard. Brian pushed the computer off to the side and got up off his bed.

Although Brian could be considered a dwarf in some ways, physical height wasn't one of them. As he stood up, it was very apparent that he was much taller than his room mate-6'2 ft, and perhaps a little skinnier than him too. But the difference didn't really matter to Brian, because as long as he was slouching he still looked to be about the same height as his room mate.

"He-Hello," His room mate stammered quietly. Gosh, did he really seem all that scary? "My name is Da-... My name is Dataro. W-What's yours?" Ah, so Dataro was the name of his new room mate? Brian didn't catch his last name, but oh well. It was sure to come up some time in conversation.

"Hey Dataro, My name's Brian!" Brian began, extending one of his hands outwards for Dataro to shake. "We're gonna be room mates for the rest of the year, so uh.. there's no need to be shy." Brian grinned, attempting to reassure his new friend that he wasn't going to be much of a problem for him. "Uh, But if you want, I could leave the room for a minute so you could have some time to.. adjust! Would that be alright..?" Brian suggested, hoping maybe that would help calm down Dataro. Brian remembered how shy he was when Ms. Maria had first adopted him- He stuttered so much his tongue would go numb!-Well, rumor has it. So the behavior of Dataro was quickly summarized to that.. But little did Brian know, that being in a strange new place wasn't the only thing worrying his new friend.

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#2013-05-30 03:50:39, as written by kiran-sama

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_____::Alias | Dataro Nagano::
_____"Wait... No..."
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"Hey Dataro, My name's Brian!" Damara's eyes widened and she blinked a few times in surprise when her golden-haired roommate actually replied to her. For some reason, she hadn't really expected that. Well, that was the consequence of minimal social interaction, she supposed. He seemed very bubbly and engaged, she noted. Perfect. Just what she needed. One of those hyper-active types. Why couldn't she have gotten one of those... deaf-mutes? Did they even have deaf-mutes at that school? Didn't they have their own schools? And there she went again, off on one of her mental tangents. Well, if she wasn't going to talk a bunch with her mouth, she might as well talk a bunch in her head, right? Even better, in her head, no one could hear what she was thinking, and that was a relief in and of itself. A downside to this, however, was that she was often aloof of her surroundings. A prime example of this was the fact that he'd had his hand extended towards her for a few moments at the least.

"We're gonna be room mates for the rest of the year, so uh.. there's no need to be shy." The kid split a grin, and Damara felt one of her eyes twitch a bit. Of course there is! There is always a need to be shy! In her mind, that was the truth, anyways. Interaction with people tended to cause trouble, and that alone was the foundation of her reasoning. They boy went on, and Damara's hand was tensed as she decided whether or not to accept his handshake. "Uh, But if you want, I could leave the room for a minute so you could have some time to.. adjust! Would that be alright..?"

Here, she was conflicted. Part of her very much wanted him to leave very much. That way, she could be alone, and not get into trouble. Damara took a very small step backwards as she considered the other option. Contrarily, she wanted him to stay. This was the closest she'd gotten to someone outside of her own family without hitting anyone in quite a while, longer than she'd care to think about. So, she stayed silent for a long moment, before her body decided to act of its own volition. Her hand shot outward and very lightly gripped the boy's- Brian's. She gave it a rather quick shake before retracting her hand just as quick as she'd sent it out. Barely thinking about the words as she said them, Damara murmured in the most masculine voice she possessed (which really wasn't that impressive), "No... No, that's okay. You can stay. I-I'm just not all that good around... other people..." She swallowed, and forced her next words out of her mouth with a great effort. "B-But I'd really like for us to be friends. Is that... Is that alright?"

Smooth operator, she thought to herself ruefully.

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When his roommate rose from his position on the bed and offered him a handshake, for a moment, Hunter Davis was a tad... dumbfounded. He hadn't been asked for a handshake in a while. Not by anyone. People tended to take one good look at him and say, "No way in hell I'm handshaking that guy." That was what he was used to, and that was how he liked it. That was completely normal. This show of decency wasn't. For him, in any case. So, for the sake of his sanity, he ignored the gesture of courtesy and eyed the guy with a raised brow.

"My name is Mallar. Mallar Xaevos. Just call me Xea. It's - kinda - nice to meet you." Hunter Davis almost scowled. Kinda? The hell was that supposed to mean? Kinda? He made a small, indignant sighing sound. This guy was weird. Hell, he even had a weird name: Mallar Xaevos. He scoffed inwardly. The hell kind of name was that? Oh well. At least he sounded normal enough. For the most part."For your information, I gave you the bed near the window. Be grateful, roomie. Or what again? Hunter... Davis? Ma- I am calling you Hunter from now on."

Now, at this, his features darkened. Normally, he would have been perfectly okay with being called Hunter. Just fine. But there was something about this guy, about his tone, his attitude, that Hunter Davis didn't like. He clenched his teeth and narrowed his eyes, looking down at the guy and trying to keep himself from hauling off and landing him one right on the jaw. He abstained, however. He couldn't embarrass his parents again.

The guy produced a pack of gum. Bubble gum. Hunter Davis regarded it curiously as he was offered some. "Want some? Warning: Without sugar. Isn't sweet." He snorted. Was that some kind of challenge? So what if it had no sugar? To hell with that! If this guy could deal with it, than so could he, dammit! He was a man!

"Hmph." He took a piece and popped it into his mouth with minimal hesitation. He made a face. God, it tasted awful. That wasn't gum. It was an abomination. But, immediately, his cool-guy exterior was up and running again. "Tastes like shit," he commented, before he could stop himself. "But whatever..." He decided to change the subject. "So, you're names Mallar, right? That's a freakin' weird name. You from a different country or something?"

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#2013-05-30 09:03:51, as written by Blood-Soaked Warrior

Brian Holt~❀

Brian felt and watched Dataro as he gripped his hand, shook it as light as he could, then brought it back all in the same time it took him to blink. His hand stayed there in mid-air for a few moments before he finally brought his down too, Seemingly disappointed at how quick the handshake was. But again, he had to remind himself that his little room mate was quite a petite little boy, and being in an all boy's school now must have made him feel even more petite. Brian pitied him, and now felt the need to help him out as much as he could. He felt responsible for someone who he had only met five minutes ago, and was almost proud of it.

"No... No, that's okay. You can stay. I-I'm just not all that good around... other people..." Brian's smile softened a little bit, but he still gave out that general feeling of acceptance. Did I do something wrong? Brian thought to himself, his eyes averting from Dataro's eyes for a moment and slowly traveling down to his nose. Quickly though, he caught himself from drifting any further and went back to staring into Dataro's eyes. Gosh, he had to remind himself that looking wherever you please is actually quite rude, even if it is another boy.

"B-But I'd really like for us to be friends. Is that... Is that alright?" Dataro stuttered again. Brian regained his original smile, confidence in himself once restored. He put his left hand on the back of his neck and chuckled. "Of course we could! Heck, we could even be best friends! ...Uh, I mean, if you wanted. If you didn't want to, that'd be okay too. Being just friends is always nice too! 'Don't even have to know the persons last name and just go 'hey, wanna go to the movies?' And they're like 'yeah, sure.' Because their just friends and that's all they'll be. And It's not rude or anything because they're.. uh... friends... " Brian caught himself again from both taking and slowly drifting his eyes off into space. His smile had softened to a line by the time his words ended, almost as if something he mentioned had happened a time ago. But to quickly cover the silence and avoid suspicion, he swallowed the small knot in his throat and put on a smile, looking just a bit sadder than the last. "Ah, anyways, I'll just let you unpack now, Dataro.." Brian trailed off once again, turning on his heel and going to sit back onto his bed.

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#2013-06-03 00:14:07, as written by kiran-sama

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_____"It's something."
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Her roommate chuckled, and, to Damara, this seemed like a positive reaction. He didn't appear to be mocking her, in any case, and that was definitely a good sign. Sure, her statement had probably sounded a little odd, and really out of place, but, well, what was done was done, and at least he hadn't, say, raised his brow and backed away slowly. Certainly, things were going better than expected. Damara looked down at the floor and tightened her grip on the handle of her suitcase. "Of course we could! Heck, we could even be best friends!" She looked up sharply. Best friends? That could... happen? Even for her? "...Uh, I mean, if you wanted. If you didn't want to, that'd be okay too. Being just friends is always nice too! 'Don't even have to know the persons last name and just go 'hey, wanna go to the movies?' And they're like 'yeah, sure.' Because their just friends and that's all they'll be. And It's not rude or anything because they're.. uh... friends... " Well, the boy trailed off his little ramble, and Damara blinked. He had looked different for a moment, there. Distant. Distant and... kind of sad? Was that sadness she was seeing?

Alas, before she could determine this, her roommate changed the subject, smiling again, but this time, it was different. "Ah, anyways, I'll just let you unpack now, Dataro..." he trailed off once more, and returned to his position on the bed. Damara stood still for a moment, blinking down at her suitcase in slight confusion. Should she be concerned for her acquaintance? He'd gone from bright, bubbly and cheery to quiet and sullen in a matter of a few sentences. Was that normal for him? Was he one of those bipolar people? Oh gosh, was she roomed with a psychopath? She shook her head lightly and wheeled her suitcase over to the bed. Psychopath, my rear end. Her imagination was a rampant one, which was both a gift and a curse. It wasn't as if she'd had a choice in the matter, either. Growing up without friends in the real world, the world of her mind was often her playground.

She started her unpacking with her clothes. Right as she was opening the suitcase, she felt a spike of terror. She couldn't remember if she'd brought any... feminine items of clothing. But, she sighed quietly with relief when she saw boxer shorts and briefs rather than... In any case, she made quick work of putting her clothes away. As far as (non-toiletry) personal belongings, she didn't have very much: a small lamp for reading, a journal, and a few of her favorite books. She placed them on one of two desks, and returned to her suitcase, stashing it under her bed. When she was done, she heaved a (semi-manly) sigh and straightened up. Maybe it was time to talk to her roommate again? A large part of Damara really, really didn't want to, but then again, you couldn't be friends with someone if you didn't get to know them at all.

She climbed onto her bed and sat as close to the far edge as she could without falling off the other side. She cleared her throat in preparation. What should she say? Was he even still in the mood for talking? What if she said something offensive or embarrassing or weird? She'd go the rest of her life without having a friend, and she'd die old and alone with no kids or grand kids and surrounded by cats. Damara took a deep breath. Don't botch this, she told herself. Nothing was more important that a first impression. Nothing. When she'd finally figured out something to say that didn't sound weird (to her, anyway), she, well, said it.

"So, ah, Brian... What do you like to do for fun?" she asked quietly, hoping she was heard. That didn't seem like too queer an asking. People ask each other stuff like that when they first meet, don't they? She hoped it sounded normal enough. The last thing she needed was someone else ignoring her. At least, that's what she told herself.

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_____::"Tuni... What?"::
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"Well yeah, ever gone to Tunisia? My father comes from there but somehow I end here. Don't ask me about past things."

Tunisia? The hell is that? It's a country, right? Where? Europe? No, wait, Asia! Africa? Damn dude, a little context here? That was what he'd wanted to say, but, under recommendation of his therapist, he was supposed to be making friends, not dissing their native lands or whatever. He was supposed to be "culturally aware" or something. God, he hated his therapist, but the man had a point. Maybe not dissing people so much would help his psyche.

Instead, he nodded, looking away, still chewing that godawful gum he'd been given. But your name is also weird. 'Hunter'... is that a title or a name?" For some reason, he found this funny. So funny, in fact, he almost choked on the aforementioned awful gum. He was silent as he actually thought out a response, something he almost never did, as his bipolarity often made everything spontaneous for him. Nope. Not this time. He thought that it might be a good idea to screw with this guy a bit, let his mischievous side shine for a little bit. Nothing like messing with foreign kids. That thought almost made him feel a little guilty. Almost.

"It's both," he said, smirking in his usual style. "I go out into the woods at night and rip baby animals from their mothers. Then, I rip them to pieces with my teeth and eat them bloody and raw. That's how I got my name. Used to be just 'Davis', but now they call me 'Hunter', too. So, it's kinda like a name now." He paused for effect, strode over to his bed, and sat on it. "In fact, I'm feeling a little hungry at the moment. Happen to have any squirrels on ya, good sir?" It took quite a bit of effort to keep from snickering like a madman at his own little joke, but he managed. All in the name of good humor.

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#2013-06-11 03:11:30, as written by Coloris

The announcement bell sounds. . A sweet melodic, four note ring.

"Good morning staff and students of Beachamp Academy! It is the seventh day of September, and being so we have a special gift for you! School will be closed today, but you are more than welcome to roam around and find the locations of your classes for this year. If you have any questions, just head up to the office or ask a staff member near by. Bundle up on your day off because it is sunnyoutside and quite warm. Oh yes! Principal Beachamp wishes to see every in the auditorium in five minutes for a short assembly! Thank you!"

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Brian Holt

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a character in “Whoa! Girls in a Hectic All-Boys School?!”, as played by Blood-Soaked Warrior

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