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    L o k i ~ ~


    when Moxie began to stalk away with the invitation still floating in the air, he sighed patiently but followed.


    easily catching up due to his elongated limbs the first thing he saw as he fell into step with her was that her posture made her appear slightly uncomfortable. briefly allowing his eyes to alight on her face he took note of the strange look on Moxie's face. quirking a brow at her he was puzzled by the pleading expression only barely visible in the depths of her eyes. analyzing it for a moment, he also took note of the way she gripped the neck of her guitar and the tiredness behind her motions.


    did she come to school sick? feeling a bit concerned Loki couldn't seem to accurately address the situation, especially given that he knew so little about Moxie. for all he knew she was always a bit lethargic, but it did not seem to stick with her bold, independent nature. the allusiveness of the cause given, the only thing he could hope to do was offer something...but what?


    finally reaching a conclusion he paused for a moment, unlatching his messenger bag. sorting through several pieces of paperwork and shoving aside his portfolio he finally found what he wanted and grabbed it. then, with a triumphant look, he procured a granola bar.


    "I don't suppose your hungry, are you?" Holding it out in front of him he offered a genuinely kind smile.


    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; color: white; width: 420px; text-align: justify;][hr] I seemed to be lost in thought when the blond behind me suddenly spoke again. I didn't jump, watching almost nothing but horror movies can make someone pretty immune if I say so myself. My eyes did however quickly lock onto the granola bar that Loki was so kindly offering to me. I was kind of taken off guard to be competently honest. Hesitant to accept, and curious as to how he could have possibly known that I was hungry. Did I really make it that obvious? I twitched my brow, It's likely. Reaching up to gently take the bar of food out of his hand I mumbled out a thanks. My usual outgoing and confident demeanor at its lowest at the moment.


    I opened it right away, having to use my teeth since my guitar was occupying one of my hands. Sticking it in my mouth I took an average sized bite. My oddly shaded blue orbs moving up to the ceiling; It actually didn't taste all that bad. I continued to walk to the dorm, eyeing and processing the signs so I didn't end up getting lost. That would be embarrassing, especially since Loki was following me. After only walking for a couple more seconds the blond and I approached a door, a door that lead to non other than our dorm room. I stopped, sending him a glance before opening the door to show what was inside. My eyes lit up, the place was nice, real nice.


    Throwing away the trash of my granola bar in the trashcan near the door I moved to the middle of the room. Standing there for just a moment to take it all in. A moment later I turned back to look at Loki, a playful expression on my face. "Dibs on the best room," I called, laughing while skipping down the hall to the last room. I had guessed that room must have been the biggest. Surprisingly, I had guessed right, my attention focusing on the giant bed first. Setting down my guitar I moved to jump on the bed, plopping down on my back for a moment to embrace the soft pillows and blankets. "Oh, I could definitely get used to this," I breathed, a small smile on my face.
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    while Moxie accepted the bar and mumbled a thanks, Loki was occupying himself with masking his brief state of being uplifted by doing something good. it was always something he struggled with, as despite being humble at the best of times, for some reason he always felt exuberant whenever he did something unexpected and selfless.


    although, perhaps in this case it was a bit of an overreaction. after all, by offering her something he was no doubt going to have a much better relationship with her in the future, and that was vital to living in the same dorm without confrontation and arguments. thus, perhaps it was a bit selfish after further thought.


    rolling his eyes at his own analysis of the entire situation he tossed it out of his mind, tiring of the business. not everything had to be analyzed thoroughly.


    quietly following Moxie through the familiar halls he briefly wondered if she knew where to go at one intersection, but when she continued on the way he didn't question it, and soon enough they were at their assigned dorm.


    following her into the doorway he was not surprised when she posed a challenge. an unfair one anyway, because by the time he processed it she had already lunged down into the dorm, racing into a bedroom.


    chuckling softly he went after her, arriving just in time to see her leap on the bed. arching one brow he languidly leaned against the doorway, shaking his head.


    "Well that's just not fair. What are you going to do with a bed that size?"

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    phoenix accordingly followed. a few seconds later, they spoke, stating their name. From his otherworldly knowledge, phoe could tell emyr's last name was of german decent, however, he wasn't sure about hie first name. welsh, maybe? no.. seeing as though they just shared their name with him, and that they were rooming together for the rest of the year, it would only seem fit to share his name as well. the redhead replied, quietly, "phoenix cohen." avoiding the use of his name was something he'd grown accustomed to doing, so out of habit, he added quickly whilst subconsciously tugging on a lock of fiery hair, "just call me phoe if it's easier." it's not that he passionately despises his name -- in fact, his name is that of a powerful mythological creature -- it's just a little degrading, taking into account his uncomfortably fitting appearance.


    the redhead looked back at the girl emyr had nearly run into. he observed as they ushered out a curt apology, which he was about to do as well -- then he realized it would be pointless and had nothing to do with him, but as a stereotypical dreamer, it had to be worth considering. at least he was a positive dreamer.


    neither of the two roommates spoke to eachother the rest of the way. phoenix pushed the thought of touring the school away, and idly wondered whether him and his roommates would really converse. of course, phoe wasn't one to judge if nobody wanted to talk and whatnot, in ways he'd prefer it that way himself, but at the same time he wanted to be on good terms with them. and not just them; everyone. though typically, the teen wasn't much of a chatterbox, he's awkward and soft-spoken, usually preferring sitting in his room, literally painting his emotions instead of talking to someone about them. when the accident occurred, he didn't seek therapy from another person, though his father did and tried to coax him into taking sessions with him. perhaps he was his own 'therapist' in some sense, but one could never tell whether or not strokes of blue and violet over white completely helped him cope. perhaps the old emotions are locked away in a gradually crumbling cage.


    phoenix followed emyr into the dorm reading 'hallway one', a single, miscalculated step from ramming headfirst into the wall. stepping inside, he looked around the large, yet pleasantly simple room. he opened his mouth to ask a question, but emyr already beat him to it, peeking their head around the corner: 'which room do you want?' decisions never came easy for the redhead, and though he wasn't a daft kid, he certainly was argumentative with himself when it came to his initial thought process. therefore, phoe didn't reply immediately to the question posed, and when he did, it was probably inaudible.


    "any is fine,", he muttered, shrugging his shoulders. he didn't state any direction or number, not even a letter. instead, phoenix rolled his luggage to one of the three doors. oh yeah, someone else was rooming with them, weren't they? his hand gripped on the handle, turning the knob and opening the door. he was expecting an empty room, but that's not what he found. instead, it seemed that the room was occupied, considering the otherwise lacking decor, luggage, and other miscellaneous items. so somebody came here before them, huh? phoenix backed up, closing the door behind him, and moved to the next room, which was unoccupied this time.


    the teen didn't waste much time after that, briskly unpacking and sorting his belongings. it didn't take long until he was finished. a sigh of relief passed phoe's lips, and just when he was about to relax with a pencil in hand, he heard the front door open, then shut. he peeked his head out from his room, and soon enough, he saw a figure take a seat on the couch. that must be their other roommate. sure, he wasn't a huge people person in actuality, but because he'd be spending the rest of the year with these people, it'd only be appropriate for him to introduce himself. no matter how awkward it may be, it's what counts. "hey." , he gently called out to him, curtly flicking his wrist in a respectable wave. nice enough, wasn't it?
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; color: white; width: 420px; text-align: justify;][hr] Sitting up from the soft embrace of the pillows I looked over at Loki. The taller blond was leaning in the doorway by now. My playful demeanor was growing to be even more mischievous by the second. I shrugged "who knows, maybe i'll have some company over." I joked, biting the bottom of my lip before laughing. I was obviously kidding. Believe it or not I'm actually a virgin, and I plan to keep it that way for quite some time. I obviously wouldn't share that with Loki though. He's pretty good looking, so I wouldn't be surprised if he's been around a couple of times.


    Hopping off the bed I stretched, my arms reaching up to the ceiling. Today was a free day, which means there is no classes. The whole idea of not having to deal with teachers and irritating students was nice and all, but there was still so much time left in the day. I honestly had no ideas on what to do, should I wait for the last roommate to show up? I don't see why I would need to. I was planning on dropping by the cafe, but now that my hunger has been replenished that idea was probably going in the trash. My blue eyes slowly moved down to my guitar, maybe I should just practice. Blue hues now traveling up to Loki I smirked, placing both my hands on my hips. "So blondie," I just came up with that nickname, genius right? "What kind of prodigious artistic skills that landed you in this school do you happen to have?" I reached down to pick up my guitar, brushing my shoulder with my free hand once I had grabbed it.


    "As you can see, I happen to specialize in music," I said, lifting my guitar ever so slightly. Though I may have asked the male quite colorfully, I truly was curious as to why exactly he was in this school. My first guess would be art, painting maybe? But I could be completely off with that unthoroughly thought out guess. You never know what people specialize in these days, humans were interesting like that. Not fancying talking in the door way I moved past Loki, plopping down on the couch not that far from the rooms. The living room wasn't very big, it was a dorm after all. But it had a tv, a kitchen attached to it, and a balcony with a great view of the field.
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    "Who knows, maybe I'll have some company over."


    the way she said it made it clear it was a joke, but again, as he had noticed, she bit her lip. she seemed to do that whenever an odd or nervous thought popped into her head, but he couldn't be positive. regardless, he winked at the suggestion.


    watching as Moxie delicately plopped off of the bed, Loki simply watched her, waiting to see what would follow up. unsurprisingly she seemed to return her attention to the guitar which she had delicately carried into the dorm, her grip firmly on the neck of the smooth wooden instrument. eyeing it, he took note of it's nearly pristine condition, the gloss still in place and all of the wires finely tuned; it was evident that she had an attachment to it. but that made sense, according to what she had said.


    and then it hit him that she had called him blondie. how inventive


    rolling his eyes he followed her out, but slid past her to the balcony, leaning over the edge. captivated by the wavering golden fronds and the picturesque cerulean aubade, his breath caught and his artistic side was overwhelmed. instinctively he reached toward his camera bag, but to his dismay the thing hanging at his side was just his messenger bag. sighing he pushed a few strands of flaxen hair out of his eyes, turning back toward Moxie to answer her question.


    "Photography. I like to indulge myself in the beauty of the world, and provoke thought."

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    [size=11pt]“[/size] You can play any character you want and yet, in the end, you yourself are nobody. Your core personality is null. It's empty. That how you can wear any mask all over your smooth, featureless face and have it fit perfectly. [size=11pt]”[/size]


    A quick 'hey' from the side picked up my attention immediately as I forced myself to look just to see who it was. Definitely didn't recognize him, so this must be his first year. First thing I noticed? His bright, fiery hair. Yeah, that was what really captured my attention. I then noted his amber eyes, since I am always one for making direct eye contact with people as I speak with them. “Greetings and salutations...” I murmured, and so rolled my light French accent. “Assuming you didn't get lost and you are, in fact, rooming with me... I'm Sèbastian, and you?”


    I still couldn't even believe I hadn't noticed anyone was in here... I really am fucking stupid, aren't I?