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    holden and your boy have just been enrolled in a boarding school. holden is a happy, fun, sweet guy. your boy is dark, quiet and mysterious. what happens when they get assigned as roomates? will these two opposites learn to love? please be semi advanced- advanced and be active! please post a picture!


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    Holden Stewart; 16 years old
    I smiled as I got out of my brother's blue minivan. a new school with new people! and this wasn't any school, it was a boarding school! i was so excited! i pulled out my bag and headed inside, waving at everyone i could find. after about five minutes, i came to my dorm. yay! i had a roomate! but he wasn't here yet. i threw my stuff on one of the beds and waited excitedly for my roomate.

    [justify][font=times new roman][size=7pt]Track! I'll post my character in a second, once I find a suitable picture.


    [color=grey][size=13pt][font=times new roman]camryn b. armagost ;; 17 years old


    [justify][font=times new roman][size=7pt]The sallow-haired male walked down the pavement, the pavement which his brain told him to follow. The pavement which led to the one and only leeway dormitory. He wasn't excited, though. Not at all, actually. His sienna-hued optics skirted to a blondie who just happened to bound through the territory like a deer through the meadow; way too roseate. It seemed to bother him, strangely enough.


    Camryn's directions and footsteps weren't incorrect, as he found himself right at the door. His hand rested on the handle, for only a moment, as to feel the positive energy of the room within enter his body. But, of course, the etiolated teenager didn't believe in that oriental crap. Opening the door, as it was already unlocked, he led himself into the spacious room along with his luggage, only to rest his eyes on a blonde male who he happened to recognize, in letup. Oh yes! The blondie who frolicked like a gazelle amongst the students. Who might have had a bowling ball to the noggin. Yippee.

    [justify][font=times new roman][size=7pt]Camryn stared for one-no, two seconds after his eyes judged the boy, certainly outwardly. He vivacious, as to judge inwardly. It, once again, bothered him for some strange reason. It was obvious to tell by his impassive expression; he was not impresses at the slightest. The boy took his index and middle finger, and clutched it gently some part of his hand, then shook. For only a second though, before retreating his two fingers back. Back, away from this cheery idiot. "Camryn.", he apprised cholericly, and it was easy to tell through his snark, yet reticent tone of voice. He waited for this 'Holden' character to move out of his way, so he could instigate the process of unpacking.

    [justify][font=times new roman][size=7pt]Camryn, seeing as though this probably-hyped-up-on-acid kid wasn't going to move out of his way, he swiveled around him, much like a snake. He let himself sit atop the bed, and then began to unpack. Slowly, vigorously, taking out belongings one by one and sorting them. "Calm it.", he mumbled sharply, after realizing he didn't respond to this individual's words. Well now he did, and that was precisely what he wanted to say. He didn't quite notice the boy's smile, which is why he didn't smile back. That had to be it.

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