Posts by TheFallout

Don't worry about it, your getting the ball rolling.
I like the idea. The differences in personalities would mean they could end up fighting a lot and the new kid could be rostered into the others required classes.

Sure I'll take the new kid. Just a quick question, what the heck do you mean by flower child? Do you mean a happy-go-lucky character or a hippie?
[color=black][size=6pt]Sorry for such an odd question, my mind is a puddle of mush right now[/size]

Okay. Should I make the thread or do you want to?

Ricky James Owens[hr]
[font=times new roman][size=9pt]Static crackled over the PA system before the automated female voice announced the station the train had arrived at. The voice and the shuffling of people moving off and on the train was just enough noise to wake Ricky from the light sleep he had fallen into. Lifting his head from the metal siding of the cart, he glanced around and rubbed his eyes, he'd be getting off at the next station. if he fell asleep again he's have to catch another train back and thats not something he wanted to two. Traveling buy train and bus was something he never though of doing again, but he hated flying so taking various trains and buses was his only option, seeing that he didn't have a car. Pulling his over stuffed backpack close to his stomach and mimicking the action with his feet and duffel bag, his longboard digging into the back of his calves.

Traveling like this for over a week drained Ricky considerably, but it was worth it, he'd be attending a nice college and he would also be away from his family. Lazily glancing around the cart, he noted how full the cart had gotten and how loud it became, he had gotten used to it being empty and quite. It was midway through the day and he was expecting it to a lot quieter, but the noise was keeping him awake so he really couldn't complain. Rubbing his eyes again, he picked up the headphones that had fallen out of his ears while he slept. Ricky recognized Slipknot was blasting through the buds soon as he put them back into his ears, he preferred the loud and angry music over the gossiping from what must have been high schoolers, who where in a small group next to him.

Thats when one of the girls managed to make eye contact, she lunged over her friends lap and almost came nose to nose with Ricky, all he could do was hold his breath and hope his stop would come. "Hey, Melissa! Look at his eyes!" she almost shouted. Holding back a snappy retort, he leaned his head back and blinked, this was the strangest reaction someone's had to his heterochromia iridum. [size=9pt]His right is bright blue with the smallest amount of green around his pupil and his left is a copper brown. Normally people stared, not getting in his face and shouting. When the PA system came back on, altering of the arrival at the station, Ricky quickly stood up, sling his bag over one shoulder, the duffel bag over the other and gripped the longboard in his hands.Quickly walking off the train, he wondered why the giant skullon the front of his hoodie didn't deter her from getting near him; most of the time it bother people and they wouldn't look at him. At least she didn't mention the horizontal scar on his neck.

Walking down the steps, he ignored the occasional stares and ran a hand through his choppy hair. Soon as he was out off the small station he put down his board and stepped on it. Giving a strong push off kick, he glanced around and looked for the street names he had memorized before coming here. Going down one-way streets, to make sure he could stay on the flat surface, sidewalks where far to bumpy for his liking. It seemed like people where getting into the Halloween sprit, even though it was still a week or two away, halloween also marked his birthday. Starting at a new college, turning twenty and getting away from his family, Ricky just hoped that the rest of the year would be good.

Within no time he found himself at the entrance of the college, he stepped off the board and picked it up, there was no need to use it on campus. He got directions from one of the security officers, he headed to the main build and into the office, he was greeted by an older secretary. "Im Ricky Owens, I called earlier about getting my papers and dorm key," he said as he dropped his duffel bag next to his feet. The older woman nodded and picked up a key with a tag on it and and manila envelope. "Here you go, your class schedule, a map and other things you may need are in here," she said as she motioned for him to come over to the window that sat next to her desk. "Thats boy's dormitory, each floor has ten rooms, so you shouldn't have a hard time finding your room" she said as she handed him the envelope and key.

He thanked her and grabbed the straps of the duffle back, he turned his back to her and pushed the office door open. "Ricky! You seem like a nice kid, don't mess this chance up by fighting. I've read your file and seen the art work you've done, it would be a waste if you got kicked out" the woman said. He only nodded his head and left the room. Of course she had looked at his disciplinary file and knew about the fights he had gotten into and what he's done. The only reason why he didn't explode was because he was tried, but he should have expected that she would. Theres a noticeable scar on the left side if his neck from a fight that had taken place less than a year ago, he had been pinned under by some kid that was much heavier than he was and they tried to slit his throat with a broken bottle. They didn't get his carotid artery or windpipe but damage was done and now all thats left is a scar.

Middle school marked the start of destruction and rebellion, he picked fights with just about anyone, started cutting and skipping classes and picked up spray painting. He was kicked out of two middle school and when he was sent into a boarding high school he only amped up the bad behavior, after two years of dentition, sitting in the principals office and almost setting the school on fire he was expelled. The fire almost got him arrested, he barely got out of that one. Ricky went back to live with his mother and attend public school. The constant fighting with his mother made him start drinking and that caused the destruction to become worse. He picked up his grades for college but that was all he improved on.

Ricky started spray painting again, but this time it wasn't just tagging and destroying, he put though into it. In his senor year he took an art class and moved away from his witch of a mother, worked odd jobs and after graduating he continued working and started taking classes at community college. When given the chance to move across the country to come to one of the best colleges in the country, he jumped on it. Over a month of traveling and staying at crappy motels, here he is. Shaking his head, he headed to where the dorms where, if his room mate was hipster he'd lose it, he couldn't their 'vintage' bs. He jogged up the stairwells to the fifth floor and headed to the end of the hallway, looking for room 58.

Shifting the board under his arm, he banged on the door before putting the key into the lock and opening. He knew he was going to have a room mate and didn't want to barge in without a warning.[hr]
[color=black][size=8]Sorry this took so long, I had family things to do and didn't have the chance to post until now[/size]