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 Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 1:53 pm
In front of the dorms stretch a long hallway where students can often be found chatting with their friends before they go into their dorms. Along this hallway are the many doors that lead to each individual dorm.
[I'll be more descriptive later. I'm lazy D<]
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 3:49 pm
Entering the hallway, Jay can't help but be reminded of certain CSI episodes where the women are followed home to their apartments and murdered. Shaking the image from her minds, she casts a hesitant glance behind her at Nox.
Still the bane of my existence, but at least he's making himself useful.
The burning that's spread to her chest clenches at her heart at even the sight of his black aura. Pitch black. Swirling with other dark colors, and tinting his entire appearance. I wonder if I'll ever manage to wash the Darkness from my bag..... I'll have to use extra Tide.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 4:05 pm
"Which dorm are you in?"
Rapheal said calmly, looking at the long hallway of dorms.
Saphiro should be done with our dorm by now... He thought, a bit distractedly. "Perhaps he turned it into an igloo..." He mumbled chuckling softly to himself.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 4:19 pm
Hesitant.
She didn't want to straight out tell him, but he would find out on his own. ".....Three." she says after a moment, heaving a sigh. "My dorm is three." moving down the hallway, she looks down at the key in her hand. She clenched a fist, the key cold against her burning hand. Raising her gaze again, she is slightly surprised at the mention of an igloo. That was a good idea. Maybe it'd stop the burning.
"An igloo....?" she inquires, wondering exactly what he meant. "What's been made an igloo?" already having forgotten Nox's freezing cold companion. Standing near him could help with the burning, or arouse a burning all it's own.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 4:29 pm
"...oh, nothing..." He said with a small smile. He set the suitcase down next to the door, satisfied with his work by now. "It's been a pleasure, I'll help out the pack in your room and be on my way." He said, suave to his own words. There will be plenty more to terrorize anyway... He thought darkly.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 4:43 pm
"It was..... nice meeting you." the words nearly strangled her on their way out. The agonizing person before her didn't deserve such courtesy, but she decided that raising a scene would be worse than choking out polite words. Taking a firm, and steadying grip on the handle of her suitcase, she turns away to unlock the door. Pushing it open, she leaves the key in the door as she turns to force the man away if that is what it takes.
"See you around." she forces a smile, and enters her room, leaving the man behind.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 4:55 pm
Yata softly cackled to himself as Jay shut the door. He could read her clear, by the eager way she left him in the hallway. "...yeah, see you around..." He turned, malice in his eager eyes as he walked to his own dorm room. Saphiro waited on him at the door. "........."
"Well enough... for me at least.
"..........""Yeah, no one bothered to stop me, those fools..." "......"
"Is that so? Well, we'll see who she is. How's the room?"
"..........."
"Alright then, let me see for myself...."
Both boys then, entered their own dorm, leaving hall behind them.
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 9:12 am
Slipping out her door, Ajaya closes the heavy wood behind her as quietly as any teenager would. Headphones hanging around her neck, and her hands in her pockets, she's headed towards the cafeteria for something to eat. Unpacking is hard work, you know. Humming to herself, she's turned her music on but hasn't gotten around to pulling her headphones over her ears. She wants to figure out which dorm Nox and his freezer friend are in so she knows where to avoid.
Hearing the correct voice speak about a Happiness parade, she's found the room she's looking for. Continuing by it, she turns up her music and pulls on her headphones. Nodding a bit with the music, she continues past the room of her Anti-Christ, heading for the sanctuary that is the Cafeteria.
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 5:19 pm
Wandering back into the dorm hallway, Jay is down to the last bits of her sandwich, all that remains of her strangely large lunch. Headed back towards her probably still empty room, she wonders what her roommate will be like. What he can do with his magics. Brushing it off, she thinks it best to worry about all that later. For now, all she wanted to do was go back to her dorm and sketch for a while. Maybe something back home, her bamboo plant probably. She'd have to add that to her room list, to keep the place green. Humming a little, she continued down the uninteresting hallway when a slightly ajar door catches her attention. Being the slightly nosey person she is, she decides to peek in. After a moment, she pushes the door open a little more. "Hello?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 5:10 am
So this is the school on the inside, or to be more accurate, this is the dorm building on the inside. DJ has just had a nice tranquil little walk from the courtyard.
His MP3 player has shuffled to a good prog metal song, "Born" by Nevermore. It's funny, because when he first heard of the band, the vocals immediately turned him off. He wasn't quite fond of them in the least, but after a few more listens, they've become one of his personal favorites, but then again, he's only fond of this song. Maybe it's the chorus that sets it off for him.
Seeing as how he's in the dorm hall, his purpose is pretty straight forward. He's gonna spend an entire year in this place, so it's only likely that he stay in a room while he's here. Hopefully his mom arranged all that earlier. I hope she got it cleared up. Personal confrontations are things he hates the worst. He's not that much of a people person. Usually when he's met with such beings, he keeps quiet and lets them converse and bicker among themselves. He tries to stay as far away from their problems as possible. Luckily, his dark demeanor strengthens his anti-social atmosphere by casting out that "don't talk to me" kinda vibe. That's probably one of the best perks of looking like a "serial killer."
But no worries. If everything went according to plan, he'd have his dorm in the swiftest, least talkative way possible. All he has to do is go up to the front desk, probably sign some sort of paper, take his key, and go to his room. Simple right? Ah, but wishing for such a thing is only fantasy, which happens to be the newest song playing on his MP3 player. Funny how things work out. Dear God, please don't let this be a sign.
Ah yes, "Fantasy". Tis a great song by a great band known as Moonlyght. They're another prog metal band, but this one DJ likes a lot more than Nevermore. You see, they take in certain folk elements to add into their progressive uniqueness. Prog metal in general is known for being unique. The genre does whatever it can to sound cool, be it borrow from other genres, metal or not, or make up their own sound.
Thankfully, the signing up for a dorm and getting a room key wasn't all that hard, in fact it was pretty simple. Sure, it didn't go exactly like he planned it to, but still it was well enough. And so he travels down the bland hallways in search of the number listed on his list. Dorm seven...
Raptured in the musical serenity his music creates, he almost doesn't notice a girl peeking into another room. The enactment of such a thing seems pretty weird to him. If the room she was peeking in on was hers, why not just step boldly into it? Isn't that what any other person would do? Of course. It wouldn't make sense to try and spy on your own room, which must mean, the room the girl's spying on isn't hers. Yes, she's trying to spy on another. An invasion of privacy, eavesdropping. Quite rude actually, but hey, his interest is peeked.
Stopping a short distance behind the girl, he simply takes to the side and stares. His manner of approach wasn't at all stealthy, so naturally, the girl'd probably turn around and merely jump in surprise or feel as though her privacy was being intruded upon and snap at him. Hopefully the latter won't be the case.
As he stands in watch, his back starts to show signs of its humanity. He's been carrying around a heavy load for quite a while and its finally starting to get to him. A backpack full of useless stuff for school, probably waying in at a few tons, and to top it off, his giant sword, but of course to others it looks not like a sword, but some big thing wrapped in some sort of fabric cloth. Dang, I gotta hurry up and throw this stuff down.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 4:53 pm
{Note~ Jay as returned to her room. Kinda skipped here. >> }
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 5:42 pm
And so the girl ignores him. Oh well, it's not much of a bother to DJ, perhaps it's just as well. He wasn't in a mood for a conversation anyway. If one were to occur, he'd probably do the usual "hey" and walk away.
He's never been one for talks with people. At times, people have accused him of being anti-social in situations like that, but quite frankly there's really nothing he can talk about with them. I mean, he's into metal, so there goes the music topic. He's always been poor, so he's never had the luxuries of the television topic due to lack of cable/satalite TV. I suppose he could try and listen in on the topics of the mass. Actually, he's done that on a few occasions. He's picked up a few laughs that way, but all and all, the mass doesn't really talk that much about anything of worth, so there goes that.
The next song on the randomized playlist is the ambient Searing Meadow's "Infamous Lines". Yes, ambiance. That's the perfect word for Searing Meadow. They play a type of melodic death metal that brings in a type of serene atmosphere, like the coolness of night. A river can be pictured in a mist of some sort while listening. See, stuff like that is the kinda stuff DJ would normally talk about, but who among this entire school would know, care, or even be inclined to listen?
Perhaps over the years of him being a stand out from the crowd, he has developed a sort of anti-social barrier. Meh, who knows? He's fine, everyone else seems fine, might as well move on.
Yes, move on. His luggage seems to be at least two times heavier than it was five seconds ago, and his legs are urging, no demanding, no pleading for him to unload soon. Being the caring and sensitive kinda person he is, DJ decides to listen and do.
Room seven... he repeats in his mind. It's almost like an echoing kinda thing. Room seven, room seven, room seven... After a short trip around the corner, he reaches his destination. His quest is over, and now we move on to the next episode of his first day at... Boarding School.
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 3:29 pm
Exiting her dorm, she slips silently out, and closing the door behind her. As she begins to walk away, she is yanked backwards, and there is a small ripping sound. Turning in shock, she notices that part of her bag is caught in the door. Mumbling in complaint, she opens the door back up, and nearly tosses her bag to the other side of the hall before closing the door again. Checking to make sure she's safe, she scoops the bag back up, and snaps her headphones back on her ears.
Japanese words burst into her ears, and, as usual, she nods her head to the music. As with half her music, she likes the song for how it sounds, not necessarily the lyrics. Though Colors of the Heart does have a rather lovely translation. Humming a bit, she journeys to the Cafeteria for a start. Food is inspiring, right?
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2008 2:09 pm
Walking slowly through the hallway, Jay looks as if the weight of the world has come crashing down, and smacked her in the face. Her head is bowed, usually bright yellow eyes seeming to have dulled down. The over-stuffed sketchbook is held to her chest, and she clutches it protectively. Her feet drag slowly over the carpet of the Dorm Hallway, and she stops beside her door. Turning so that she's facing it, she doesn't reach into her pocket for her key. She steps towards the door, leaning her forehead against it.
"What have I done?..."
Hitting her head once on the door, she opens her eyes slowly, staring diagonally down to the ground, so that she can see the bottom of the door as well. She just stands there, unsure of what to do now. Refusing to admit to herself that she's scared, she covers it up by letting her hatred towards the boy take over.
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2008 7:19 pm
This is great. He still carries that sense of good spirit. His song still plays, brightening up his mood even more. It's times like these he looks to the brighter side of life. So what, he's in a new school. New places bring new opportunities, right? So what if he has to start over, so what if he has to adapt to the new environment, so what? He's breathing, he's got joy, he's got life, he's got God. Wow, where did that come from? Ah who cares, DJ's in a good mood, and that's all he cares about.
Almost speeding down the former halls he was in, he finds himself back down the halls of déjà vu. Oh yeah, I was here before. Yes, he was here before. These are the dorm halls. His room should be around the corner. Now that he thinks about it, he didn't remember to lock his dorm door. He should do that.
He continues down the way, passing by random doors. What dorm am I in again? And now he's lost, but still... he has his joy, but sadly his amazingly awesome song ends. Wow, sixteen minutes over with like that. Yes, the song was sixteen minutes long, much longer than your average three to five minute song played on the radio, and here's the thing. It was all an instrumental. Quite honestly, that's not all that odd for a song of metal. Just look into some prog metal. Songs range from seven to thirty minutes in length. Maybe that's why certain metal isn't played on the radio, but hey, it's metal, even if they'd stick to the standard of three to five minutes in length, I'd doubt they'd play it on the radio anyway.
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