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 Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 7:51 pm
This dorm belongs to:
Tristan and Exstella.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 6:27 pm
 + People use weapons for fighting. +
Males were more amusing, especially their reactions. He'd preferred not to have his ear being screamed off - despite liking it when males screamed themselves. the difference was the pitch of course. Nineteen, twenty, twenty-one - ah, twenty-one it was. Beside his name was the name Tristan. That caused a dark smirk to appear on his mouth while opening the door.
The room was quite well done. He wasn't one that enjoyed big and mansion like, unlike his parents and sibling. That was a waste of energy walking from one place to another. The servants didn't even bother to ask him where to put the small amount of belongings he had brought. All it was were the basics and his weapons. No extra things that he wouldn't even use. The servants put them in the desired place, knowing where exactly where Valkoli wanted it after living with him so long.
"I'm finished, sir," they said with a bow all at once. Valkoli looked at the servant by moving his head, "Thank you. You may leave." With another bow, the servants left. Like he needed one anyway but his father insisted for them to help him. He wasn't a mere child and he hated it then when he was. He felt weak with people doing such simple acts like dressing him or moving his belongings. Valkoli walked toward a trunk that held his weapons. It had cushioned dividers to keep them in shape. On the top of the case inside were holders for his smaller weapons. Taking six of them out, he would slip them in the holders of his coat. There were already one in his boots and needles in his pockets. + But I use them to caress others. +
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 1:04 pm
Slow paced strides carried the tall boy down the empty hall, green hues fixed down towards his converse clad feet. He had just recently entered the large school, quite overwhemling by the extravagent infasttructure. In the past, Tristan had never found himself in a place that was so rich, the closest place he had been to a upper-class society was his home in the suburbs, which wasn't all that great. The school, however, proved to be a whole new world for him. With it's marble floors and vaulted veilings here and there he did feel so out of place. But he still couldn't help but feel it felt vaguely familar, like the place he had lived before he had moved to the suburbs. Ha, no, such a thing was impossible, but still he couldn't shake the feeling. But he indeed aware of the fact that the building he was going to be in was of no importance at the time. The only thing that mattered was his precious Jessica, the girl he had traveled to the school for. He couldn't allow her to be by herself, he had to protect her, it was his job, the key purpose of his life. Without her he was nothing, too bad he would never be able to speak to her of her feelings. She knew the way of his heart beat for her of course, but they were just 'friends' they would always be just 'friends.
A sigh escaped the lips of the unamused boy as he continued to make his way towards his dorm. Emereld eyes finally averted off of the floor that had previously intrigued him and shifted to the letterings on the door. It appeared that names were inscribed on each of the door's, written in a beautiful cursive. Why the school went to such great measures to make the names on the door so extravagent he didn't understand, but he would soon find out that there were many aspects of the school that were meant to not be known. Though fortunately for he and his sister they were a part of their group plotting the school's fate; too bad they weren't aware of what was going on.
Valkoli and Tristan. Features void of expression didn't change one bit as Tristan's eyes stared at the door before him. The name meant nothing to him, the only name that would have sparked some form of emotion in him would be 'Jessica'. Other than that he cared not. Besides, Valkoli was probably some boy who would be of no importance for him. With his luck, he would end up being someone who constantly had girl's over to mess around with. One of those boy's that Tristan didn't understand why girl's liked. Why would girl's allow themselves to be used and treated as objects by perverted males who refused to care for them? It made no sense, and yet girls often swooned for men with that sort of cocky attitude.
Luckily for Tristan, he didn't have the type of boy as a roommate that he detested. Unluckily for Tristan, he turned out to be paired with a sadistic gay male instead. For someone with such perfect luck it seemed to be a rather odd match. Though upon entering his dorm room Tristan didn't find anything seemingly wrong with the boy who was already in the dorm. From appearance there wasn't anything too striking about him, and he didn't have that horrible smug look that those cocky bastards he hated usually wore. So far he was okay in his book, that was until he noticed the weapons the boy was preparing to put into his coat. What the hell...? The startled Tristan questioned him, attempting to dismiss any surprised look from his features. Though he couldn't help but at least look alarmed to a certain extent, it wasn't everday that one stumbled upon someone stocking up on weapons.
"Hello...?" Tristan said to his roommate, his calm collected voice failing to show how odd he found the boy to be. That was an advantage the peaceful twin had always had: he always was in check of his emotions.
[bah. I still need to figure out how to play as Tristan. First timmmme.]
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 4:25 pm
+ People use weapons for fighting. + Movement toward his right had told him his roommate had arrived. He didn't even bother to look at them until they said their greetings, but it wasn't the usual one. They had seen his daggers being put into his coat. Finally, Valkoli would turn his head toward the boy, his dark violet eyes studying the male. Average looks, but that was only the surface. Smirking while blowing at his bang that dared to blow his vision, Valkoli would finally speak toward the boy.
"So, you're Tristan?" Oh, such a silly question for one to say but Valkoli liked to say those silly questions to ruffle people's feathers. It was an amusing sight. He should have put a dagger in his sleeve to caress but he soon thought that was a good thing so that he wouldn't scare them off right off the bat after meeting him. Unless they liked being caressed by a dagger or any other sharp object...
Valkoli would walk toward them a little, his boots clicking against the floor before stopping with a small click. "As you may know already by the door, I'm Valkoli." He didn't bother giving his last name. It wasn't really needed unless they wished to know which family he was from and what not. Extra information wasn't needed at this school. Hell, they would learn it soon enough if they were in any of his classes.
[So I guess I'm the guinnea pig? xD] + But I use them to caress others. +
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 4:37 pm
The boys initial question honestly made Tristan have to bit his tongue to prevent himself from saying some sarcastic remark. Usually he was far from the sarcastic type, but perhaps the odd boy he seemed to have as a roommate threw him off guard just a bit. He hadn't expected a boy of his sort of all. Instead of a cocky b*****d, he was facing a cool dark individuals. Dark violet hues were studying him, which then caused the boys stomach to lurch. He hated judgement, he hated when people looked upon him thinking things that he was unable to hear. It was times such as that that he desired the powers of his self-proclaimed love. She could read minds, she knew what people thought at any given moment, which of course just proved the fact she knew of his feelings towards her.
"Yes." He spoke coolly, his voice still low and void of any sort of emotion. As his sister always claimed he was a seemingly boring character, too lost in his own world to bring excitement into reality. Besides, it wasn't as if he was even going to attempt to act lively for the boy that stood before him. To him he was just a person taking up space in his living quarters, no one of significance. But he had to admit, he did prove to be a rather interesting individual with his knives and what not.
As the boy walked towards him, a green gaze followed, stopping as the boy halted. Thankfully, the boy hadn't approached him too closely. When it came to proximity, regardless of the gender, Tristan couldn't help but get a bit flustered. No, it wasn't because of hormones it was simply because he was naturally the kind of person that disliked proximity, which was another reason that he could never purse a relationship with Jessica; or anyone else for that matter. "It's a pleasure." Tristan said finally, shifting a bit in his posture, feeling oddly uncomfortable in front of the boy. Why had he gone to the dorm anyways? He had no reason to be there. He should go be searching for Jessica... Hopefully the boy wouldn't keep him long. Then again, his sister would probably chime in saying that it would be smart of him to make some friends beside herself and Jessica.
[yes you are XD This will be my first attempt at having a gay character and yaoi XD]
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 8:47 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 4:35 pm
Great. Just fantastic. Tristan had been paired with some sort of freak as his roommate, which didn't comfort him in the slightest. It was not that he was afraid of the boy. Oh no, he had seen far more frightening things than a boy with a dagger in the past, but the boy didn't fail to make him a bit uneasy. Perhaps it was the dark gaze that stared towards him, a sly mysterious look filling the violet hues. Not that that truly bothered Tristan, he had his way of brushing off things that bothered him easily. His sister on the other hand, never failed to allow things to get to her. Thank god she hadn't been the one paired with the lunatic. If that had been the case the boy would have had to been the one hiding from her, since she didn't refrain from using her powers against people. Tristan couldn't even imagine the horrible events that would begall someone with such an obsession with daggers. Just the slip of the wrist and... well, that wouldn't be good.
Still looking unamused, Tristan continued to watch the boy, attempting to analyze his personality. He had to admit he was a rather odd creature, with the way he fondled needles. His way of speaking was slightly eerie as well, his tone of voice surprisingly somewhat knowing the usually calm Tristan off guard. "I was only trying to be polite." He said coolly in response, regaining his composure as he stood before the interesting boy he had for a roommate. "It would have been rude of be to say I was 'displeased' with your pressence."
His reply to the boy had been simple and to the point, for when Tristan spoke that's usually how it was. Shrugging casually, the boy finally moved, brushing past Valkoli as he headed towards his destination of his own room. Thankfully, the boy found that there were two separate bedrooms, versus on large one. Sharing a room with another individual caused the boy to be very uncomfortable, since he hated any form of proximity. Hopefully the boy wouldn't cross that invisible boundry, and if he did well... Tristan wasn't sure of what he would do.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 12:46 am
+ People use weapons for fighting. + Valkoli was getting slightly annoyed when he watched his roommate. He was beginning to think of forcing emotions on that face of theirs. The needle moved a bit in his while he thought what he could do to the male. Maybe when they slept or sneak a little caress when they thought he wouldn't do anything. When they finally responded, he was brought out of his thoughts easily with their cool response. Valkoli chuckled but it was hardly light. It was quite the opposite.
He would reach up with his right hand to take out the needle since talking with a needle in your mouth was surely not...polite. Blowing at his bangs a little to force them out of his eyes, he would smirk. However, before he could reply, they had shrugged and walked away. Looking at his needle, he made it roll between his pointer and thumb before walking toward where they were. While he walked, he would keep doing that same action with the needle.
Stopping at a good amount of distance in front of the bedroom's door, he would look at them and reply, "The way you said it with an emotionless look wasn't polite at all. Nor was walking away without me responding." His dark violet eyes would spark of mischief, thinking of how to punish their horrible manners. Later. Yes, he would surely give their so called punishment from being impolite. He wouldn't move toward his room since he would wait for their reply. The smirk was still plastered upon his face while he continued to play with the needle in his hand. + But I use them to caress others. +
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 5:13 pm
The words of his roommate only reminded Tristan of the pestering voice of his twin sister. She always would say similar things to him, claiming that he was far too much of a boring individual for his own good. Though he was unmoved by her meaningless words, for he truly found no purpose in faking any form of emotion. His purpose in life had been only to protect the girl he had been told to protect, without that he had no purpose. He had allowed the job to strip any aspect of joy he could've had in his menial life. Unfortunately, that engendered him to be unable to evoke emotion when it should be needed. Tristan had become indifferent to everyone except towards the two people he cared about the most. His new roommate, of course, was not included.
"And what are you going to do about it?" A tone of slight irritated could be found in the boy's voice as he spoke, finding his roommates pestering words to begin to annoy him. Just because he wasn't the most exciting person didn't mean that he had to get judged. One could've considered his question to be a challenge, he he meant in no such way of course. Tristan wasn't one to get caught up in such affairs. His sister would've lept at the oppurtunity to stir up some trouble, but he on the other head wished for the boy to leave him alone.
Intoxicating green hues glanced back towards Valkoli, locking his gaze for a brief moment before turning away. Slowly, he moved towards his things that had oddly already been placed into his room, wanting to search for a particular item.
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Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2008 4:43 am
Cain &MarcusOutside of the door, the two began bickering with each other about the previously happened events, while Cain searched his pockets for the key he apparently had misplaced.
"Give me a break Marcus!" He squeaked, digging in his pockets furiously. "I didn't mean to loose it, I'll find it. It's here somewhere I'm sure..." His face looked incredibly strained as he forced himself to look harder. He didn't need his brother breaking down in an OCD moment. "Yeah, whatever!" Marcus spat out, kicking at the ground in annoyance. "Just find the stupid thing." Marcus sighed, his muscles relaxing slightly. He was tiring of his twin's screw-ups.
"Found it!" He exclaimed, dancing around with it in his hands. "See, no problem." He grinned stupidly, causing Marcus to roll his eyes. There was silence before Marcus twisted to the doorknob to demonstrate. It was unlocked. "........" There was an odd moment of silence between the two before, Cain blankly stared at the doorknob. "I so hate you right now.." He mused, backing away from him. Marcus smirked, shrugging. Sweet revenge.
After gaining his composure, the two finally stepped into the room. Marcus looked disturbed, and Cain was obviously in shock. Room mates? Being more social than Cain he fearlessly walked in front of him. The room was stale, and smelled of something...Awkward. There was a dark headed boy that was playing with a needle in his hand. Then...Another one? They both didn't seem too happy. "Uh, Hi!" Cain cheered. For once, his voice had a strange straining sound to it. A first geniunely Nervous" moment for Cain.
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2008 3:25 pm
[Oh Valkoli is no longer there just fyi XD]
It didn't take bionic ears to hear the two twins that lingered outside of the door. The bickering was both high-pitched and loud; a pain to any listening ears. Tristan of course was far from amused. The idea of roommates wasn't all that favorable to him, especially annoying ones. But at least he wouldn't be around them too often. No, he would try and stay too caught up with the only people that he felt deserved to be his friend. Two annoying people definitely didn't make the cut. But that didn't mean he was going to be rude... No, he would at least have to greet them... right?
Green hues shifted over to the two boys that waltzed into the dorm room; eyes that soon wished to be able to look away. Twins. Just wonderful. Loud annoying twins. Not that he had anything against twins. In fact, he was a twin. But he and Vanessa weren't the stereotypically twins that were inseparable. No, they would probably kill each other if they were constantly with each other. However, the two twins that stood before him appeared to be the type that were obsessed with each other and wouldn't dare to leave the other one alone. Then again, that wasn't necessarily a bad thing for Tristan. If he avoided one of them then he avoided both of them. Perfect.
"Hello." The bland boy said in reply, his green eyes still resting on the two that stood before him.
[-squee- I WANT TO MAKE TRISTAN GAY. You now have the job of doing that.
and sorry that it's short. I'm just posting like crazy right now XD]
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2008 3:52 pm
Cain &MarcusCain laughed nervously, shifting his bag up farther on his shoulder. He finally looked up from the floor, gazing into his green eyes. They were like his, but, more empty..Marcus cleared his throat behind him, pushing Cain forward. The two of them nodded to Tristen, making their way to the other side of the room. They carelessly tossed their bags in a nearby corner for later, make eye contact with with each other only at that time.
Marcus's worry showed through, but Cain reassured him with a goofy smile. Then he was suddenly back to his old self, as he spun around on his heels to face the boy. "Hi!Hi! Nice to meet you!" He smiled sweetly, giving him a piece sign. "I'm Cain, and this is my brother Marcus." Marcus merely nodded to him, he didn't trust this boy. "I'm so glad to be your room mate! Hug?" He asked curiously, opening his arms and stepping towards him. Cain was fearlessly friendly, and, come to mention it. This boy was kind of cute.
Marcus twitched, showing concern. "Um...Cain..I don't think that's necessary. " Cain rolled his eyes, suddenly forgetting about the new boy, and leaping towards his brother. He wrapped his arms around his neck, clinging tight, making Marcus struggle to get him off. This was too awkward. "Come on Marcus! Show your brother a little love! Teehee." He giggled, planting a small innocent kiss on his brother's lips. Marcus blushed, pushing him hard. "S-Stop it! " His voice lowered to a harsh whisper, "Your embarrassing me!"
(( XD YAY GAYNESS.
My post are probably not going to be all that good ;o I'm distracted with watching Higurashi <3))
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2008 4:09 pm
Tristan stood there silently, simply staring and blinking. There were simply no words that seemed to be able to be formed by his lips at that current moment. He was far too surprised by the flamboyant actions of the two boys. The eccentric attitude that the one twin carried was far beyond overwhelming. Thank god he would be walking out of the door soon. Well, hopefully... He had to go find his dear beloved soon... If he didn't then he would surely be distraught. He was already troubled enough not knowing where his Jessica was. The boy's before him were only proving to be a hindrance, blocking him from going to protect the girl he had come there for. Really, he was quite hopeless when it came to the girl. And as Vanessa so correctly said: he really needed to get over his hero complex when it came to her.
"I'm Tristan..." The tall boy, still void of expression, said in reply to the boy's welcome. He had to be at least be polite to the two obnoxious boys. "Hug?" Okay, that was definitely beyond his comfort zone. The only person he would ever even consider hugging were the two people he considered to be his friends: his sister, and Jessica. "Er... um..." Thankfully the other twin pulled the annoying one away, making the situation not quite as awkward as before.
Oh, never mind.
That only lasted until the annoying one kissed the formerly sane one, making it about ten times as awkward as before. Oh wait, make that like a hundred times. Not only were they twins but they were incestful gay twins. What fun. Oh, he practically puked at such a though. Sure he had nothing against homosexuals, but he didn't exactly like the idea of rooming with twins that participating in gay incest.
"...So you're um... flamboyant... huh?"
For lack of better words.
[gah got to go eat.]
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2008 4:29 pm
Cain &MarcusCain froze in place, giving Tristen a strange look. He seemed desperate in some way. "What?" He stated flatly, looking to his brother for assistance. "Flamboyant...?" He said it slowly, furrowing his brow. The comment bothered him in a way, he couldn't say why though. His brother was always using that word, in cruel ways. He was just being annoying again wasn't he?
"You could say that..." Marcus replied, with a small smirk. "But really,uh, it's not exactly as it looks. Well..." Cain loosened his hold, shunning his brother slightly. The bubbly boy now seemed solemn and slightly depressed. The energy that was a minute ago radiating off him, disappeared.
"Well, he's gay basically." Marcus pointed towards Cain shrugging his shoulders. " He's just...Really. Friendly is all. Don't mind him." Marcus looked towards his brother, trying to ignore his obvious hurt expression. "You don't mind me saying, right?" Cain shook his head. He didn't care if the whole world knew, he was proud of it.
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