L.O.O.S.E. Y.O.U.R.S.E.L.F. {Private~Psychotic, Reverie}

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px dashed white; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-family: calibri; font-size: 7.5pt]Everyone had finally stopped singing and dancing and whatever the hǝll they did. Barely pausing to clap for the last performance, Jasper hurried off to his dorm after putting his borrowed instruments away backstage. He was surprised to see the halls so void of life, but figured everyone else was still all in the auditorium chit-chatting away. Pfft, losers.

Ugh, this place was so lame. he thought, trying not to wince at the plainless of the whole camp. There were hardly any decorations; only with a few musical notes painted on here and there and a couple of posters dotted the otherwise-barren walls.

Aaand to oh, so totally make up for it: the dorms were totally colorless without any style at all. Lovely.

Not paying any attention to the "derp customize your room" note on the door, Jasper flung his bag onto his bed-- the bottom bunk, of course-- and made his way to the bathroom to take a shower. Didn't wanna meet his fans all icky and sweaty, now did he? Ahah, no.

Well, at least these people had the decency to pre-stock the place with soap. But, no towels in sight. Once again, just dandy.

It wasn't like his roommate was a girl or anything, and besides, he hadn't even heard what's-his-face come in the dorm yet. Desperate times call for desperate measures, after all. Jasper scrambled into the bedroom to grab some clothes, but his searching was interrupted by a knock on the door. Eh, oh well.

"Hello roomie," Jasper greeted Adam with a slightly awkward but forever dazzling grin.

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ic: The cup was taken from her with a shaky hand; perhaps Evie was settling in shock? Or maybe the cause of her medication was suffocating her and she could just barely move and take it?

Her crystal eyes suddenly flooded with emotion, pleading and begging Evie not to slip away. Hellent couldn't even take care of herself, let alone a whole separate human being suffering from God knows what. "Evie, listen to me." she whispered desperately, though her words were interrupted by a soft knock on the door.

"I'll get that later," the girl muttered to Evie, talking about the water everywhere. Gritting her teeth, Hellent carefully rose to her feet and made her way to the door. Whoever was behind that thing was about to get a face full of fist-- oh, it was Lyra. She sighed in relief and nodded, making room for her friend to enter.

ooc: shh I like dramatic posts x3

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Adam shuffled slightly in his black Vans, his anxiety starting to lower slightly, hearing his roommate moving about inside the dorm. He waited patiently, suddenly straightening once he heard the click of the doorknob opening. He gave a smile to his roommate, feeling his face flush once he saw who it was. Lucky him. Realization hit like a rock once his eyes traveled down-- No no no no no no no! His face blushed a darker red, and he quickly shoved his hands out to slide past him and into the dorm -careful not to touch him-, quickly covering his eyes with one hand.

He cleared his throat once he got safely inside the dorm room, his back facing Jasper so he wouldn't have to see.. All that. He quickly allowed his face to deflush, and his heartbeat to slow. Once those things were checked off the list, the rehearsed list, mind you, he decided to start a conversation?? no matter how awkward the situation was. "Um, Jasper, right?" Pffffft. He knew his name. He just didn't want to seem like.. The freak from last year. Adam stared down at his Vans, suddenly taking the greatest interest in his laces. Aside from Jasper, of course.

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He simply raised an eyebrow as Adam's pale face blossomed bright red, letting out a small laugh as his roommate whipped a hand up to cover his eyes as he cautiously slid past. It was like he'd never seen a guy before, jeeze. Well, Jasper was used to being around loads of guys in the locker room, but then again this toothpick was probably locked in his room all day on Tumblr or some crap.

But anyways.

Jasper made his way back to the bathroom to change, duffle bag in hand, 'cause obviously Adam wasn't comfortable with "all that". He heard him call a slightly shaky greeting from the main room. "Yeah, it's Jasper. And you're Adam, right?" Unlike his gummyworm-armed roomie, he had no problem being the "freak from last year".[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px dashed white; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-family: calibri; font-size: 7.5pt]Hellent's head twisted back to see the wet t-shirt set aside and Evie wreathed in a comforter on the bed, a distant look drifting in her eyes. She wanted to march right over there and slap some sense into her, even beg on her knees for Evie to snap out of it. She knew that if she dealt with this herself, her friend would be gone in a matter of days-- just another thing to pile up on her list of guilt.

But she wasn't alone-- Lyra was there, too, right? The thought of the tall brunette sticking by her side was calming, and Hellent took a few deep breaths to soothe herself further.

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[font=georgia]A heartbeat skipped, spirits lifted, and his eyebrows lightly rose in slight surprise. He remembered his name! He remembered my name.. he thought, letting his arm fall once he knew that Jasper was gone. He climbed up on his top bunk, next to his laid out instruments. He removed his precious violin from his bag, beginning to inspect it. "Yeah, I'm Adam." he confirmed, reaching into his bag to retrieve his smooth cloth, beginning to wipe the shiny wood down.

He looked up slightly at the wall, placing his violin down beside him. "You had a really good performance," he commented, his blue eyes casting downwards. Placing his instruments carefully into his bags, he lifted them and placed them beside the beds, then climbing back up on his bed. He stretched, kicking off his Vans, and laying back on the pillow, staring up at the ceiling.

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