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 Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2013 9:16 am
Charlotte Clain
"If indeed it is not awful, then it is quite."
 Charlotte was just about to file past Eloise with her suitcase in tow when another young man let himself into the room. Rude, she thought examining him. He did not seem to fit in here at all, she hoped he wouldn't feel that way. Honestly Charlotte was feeling conflicted. This man was so much like she was before the Clain's had brought her in. Not that she remembered much her life before, but Sunday, as he called himself, was making her conflicted. Whatever. She would treat him like everybody else.
"Hello Sunday. My name is Charlotte and this is Eloise and Achan," Lottie said gesturing to the two others as she spoke their names. "I, actually, have yet to pick a room so if I were you, I'd get back there pretty quickly." She smiled. She would feel wrong picking a room with the other roommate there, so she was doing the polite thing. It didn't even matter to her what room she got, as long as she could decorate it how she wanted, she held no quarrel. Ooc: Hello!  
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2013 10:19 am
 ۰۪۫A۪۫۰۰۪۫c۪۫۰۰۪۫h۪۫۰۰۪۫a۪۫۰۰۪۫n۪۫۰ ﻨռ էհε ८սггεռէ, รսггεռժεг կօսгรεlք էօ ოε
ﻪռժ εռէгսรէ ოε աﻨէհ կօսг ъօժկ
ъε८ﻪսรε ﻨ'll քﻨռժ կօսг гεოﻪﻨռร քօг կօս
♦ ♦♦❧ Blinking in confusing, Achan looked between the Charlotte an this supposed "Sunday." Examining him, aside from the thick eyelashes, he looked like someone he could... have fun messing with. But, the guy looked far less fancy, perhaps, compared to the girls. Well hell, something he could actually mess with. Cracking a couple of his knuckles, for now just flicked the shorter male on the head with a small huff. "Glaring at me will get you no where," He said in reply to the glare, smiling at him sweetly -- almost sickeningly.
Twirling a bit of his hair on his fingers, he peered out into the hall to make sure no one else was coming and shut the door, giving a long, almost tired sigh. "Eloise, I suppose I'll go to the store later. It'd be... rude to up and leave with new people here." The prince nodded, approving of his own words. In all honesty he wasn't too concerned about Charlotte, and easily figured she could handle herself in getting settled. However, he really wanted to try and play with this new boy. Chuckling to himself, he just started picking at the black nail polish he had just recently applied, not caring too much about having to do it once more.
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2013 1:06 pm
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ｓｈｅ'ｓ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｃｌａｓｓ Ａ ｔｅａｍ
ｓｔｕｃｋ ｉｎ ｈｅｒ ｄａｙｄｒｅａｍｓ
ｂｅｅｎ ｔｈｉｓ ｗａｙ ｓｉｎｃｅ 18 Eloise, feeling flustered around so many people, just wanted to leave and go shopping, but no, Achan had other plans. She gave a nod in Sunday's direction, not feeling like speaking up to him at the moment. In fact, she just felt like keeping her mouth shut and not saying a word. Maybe she'd even go to the store by herself. Basically, she just wished she could hide in her hair and be alone. Achan was right in a way though..it would be rude to just run out with company here... all well. "You all have your little get together, i'm going to ...to...well I don't know where i'm going, but i'm going somewhere." Eloise huffed, feeling her face get hot. She left through the open door without another word.
Was she angry? No. Flustered to the point where she couldn't think straight? Yes. The blonde just had to get away for awhile, she'd be better in a bit. Her steps down the hallway were quick and graceful, echoing throughout the walls.
[Exit to...somewhere] O.C.C--Oh gosh >o< I can't wait to see what Achan does. Eloise just needs some time to herself! Plus i think it'd be hectic to have everyone in the dorm at the same time o//o
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2013 2:08 pm
 ♥҉ Y҉u҉m҉i҉ ;҉ S҉u҉n҉d҉a҉y҉ ♥҉ "ѕσяяу ι'м α вα∂ вσу" ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ │ ოﻪlε │ հսოﻪռ │ ъﻨรε〤սﻪl │ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ☣ → Sunday replied to being thumped on the forehead by wrinkling his nose, balling up his fists to the taller. The gesture was more of an empty threat and he eventually relaxed his hands again, glancing back and forth between Achan and Charlotte.. Charlotte. She had been the one who had spoken to him first, hadn't she? He acknowledged the girl's introduction at last; she was the only one so far to speak nicely to him. "...Well, whatever. Thank you, I suppose," he said, and despite his tone, he was quite grateful.
Watching the outburst from the unexpected source, Sunday raised his hand to his mouth to cover his giggling to no avail; his eyes were an obvious indication of his amusement. Still snickering as he went, he made his way through the dorm, examining each feature. It wasn't as small as he had expected, but he definitely preferred larger. He set his things inside a room that appeared unoccupied and exited again, plopping his exhausted body onto the sofa. In this short time he had stripped to his black undershirt and slipped off his shoes. If one didn't know any better, it would be fair to believe he had not left the dorm all day, as his loose attire was fit for lounging or even sleeping. Sleeping. A favorite activity of his--that, and eating. "If you're going to the store to get food, go ahead then. Trust me, I won't be offended," he called to Achan, cuddling a small sofa pillow.
 OOC~Hello, everyone! ヽ(；▽；)ノ Sorry Sunday is such an idiot. Hopefully everyone will warm up to him... eventually.
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2013 8:36 pm
Charlotte Clain
"If indeed it is not awful, then it is quite."
Boys. Boys were strange to Charlotte, especially when two of them were in the same room. Even if they seemed to befriend each other quite quickly, they always had something to prove. In a way she supposed it was the same for girls though they were less obvious, which, of course, made all of the difference. Her lips twitched in disdain at Sunday's "thank you", and after he left to pick out his room she closed her eyes for a few seconds before rejoining reality.
Promptly picking up her suitcase once again, Lottie made her way to the only available room. After shutting the door behind her she looked around the painfully small space. "Well..isn't this quite." She whispered, sticking to her motto. With a small sigh she hefted her luggage onto the bland bed and began to file away her clothes and keepsakes. When everything was as it should be, Charlotte settled into a chair in the corner with her tiny radio, brought from home. With nothing else to do, she flipped on her iPod and started listening to the musical styles of Regina Spektor. Ooc:
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Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2013 5:23 am
۰۪۫A۪۫۰۰۪۫c۪۫۰۰۪۫h۪۫۰۰۪۫a۪۫۰۰۪۫n۪۫۰ ﻨռ էհε ८սггεռէ, รսггεռժεг կօսгรεlք էօ ოε
ﻪռժ εռէгսรէ ოε աﻨէհ կօսг ъօժկ
ъε८ﻪսรε ﻨ'll քﻨռժ կօսг гεოﻪﻨռร քօг կօս
♦ ♦♦❧ Achan pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a small migrane coming on. People like Sunday always seemed to give him some sort of migrane-- perhaps because he was used to people who were a bit more posh. But, he certainly wasn't threatening. Perhaps more annoying. But out of all those in the dorm, he certainly felt like the oddball with horns. It didn't assist him when it came down to the matter of having the ability to control blood. Turning his attention to the direction Eloise left, he just crooked an eyebrow, curious, but not curious enough to follow after.
Finally he walked over to the kitchen, reopening a wound quickly. A whip flowed out and charged at the smaller male, yanking the pillow from his grip and held it over his face. It wasn't enough to make him suffocate, but enough to startle anyone awake. Sighing, he picked up a glass and filled it with water. Already feeling light headed, he'd might as well get something to drink and then go rest. Starting to rub one eye, he just washed the cup off quickly before setting it away, proceeding to look out the window as though something interesting would be there interesting.
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Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2013 4:58 pm
♥҉ Y҉u҉m҉i҉ ;҉ S҉u҉n҉d҉a҉y҉ ♥҉ "ѕσяяу ι'м α вα∂ вσу" ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ │ ოﻪlε │ հսოﻪռ │ ъﻨรε〤սﻪl │ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ☣ → Sunday's eyes had just fluttered shut and his body had relaxed against the sofa's soft cushions when the pillow was pressed against his face. At this, he thrashed about until he fell from the couch and onto the floor, glancing about in bewilderment, having no idea of who was guilty. Sitting up on his knees, Sunday was a curious sight. He looked almost like a meerkat, surveying the small kingdom of Dorm. From what he could see, nobody was even close enough to shove a pillow in his face. "This place must be freakin' haunted," he declared unintelligibly, giving no thought to the fact the student body was composed of more supernatural creatures than humans. Growling in a rather nonthreatening manner, he called out to no one in particular. "Whoever did that... knock it off!"
Composing himself, he stood up and retreated back to his room, as if the 'ghost' could not reach him there. Making sure the door was shut tightly he climbed into the bed and buried himself beneath the blankets, rooting about like a small animal. Clawing around, Sunday found pillows. An avid pillow fan, Sunday was very appreciative of this bed. It was most accommodating. Hopefully these pillows wouldn't attack him without warning.
Bursting into a quiet song about how happy he was to have a bed that was much more comfortable than the one at home, he completely forgot that someone could walk in at any moment to see him acting like an idiot. Well... more of an idiot than usual.
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Posted: Mon Jun 17, 2013 4:56 pm
۰۪۫A۪۫۰۰۪۫c۪۫۰۰۪۫h۪۫۰۰۪۫a۪۫۰۰۪۫n۪۫۰ ﻨռ էհε ८սггεռէ, รսггεռժεг կօսгรεlք էօ ოε
ﻪռժ εռէгսรէ ოε աﻨէհ կօսг ъօժկ
ъε८ﻪսรε ﻨ'll քﻨռժ կօսг гεოﻪﻨռร քօг կօս
♦ ♦♦❧ Achan stared in Sunday's direction; trying hard not to burst out laughing at this moron. If this fool really was as idiotic as he seemed, then all he would need is to pull simple tricks to make him jump. Tapping his fingers against his arm, what was he to do now? He had to keep popping open wounds to even acquire blood to annoy this new.. toy. Well, perhaps it'd be easier to just drop the blood into a small jar to keep, why let it go to waste?
Sighing, the male walked over to his room and picked up the skull, looking over it and ultimately knocking the flowers out. "..I can use this." He mumbled, using the blood to take the skull and positioned it a little before walking to Sunday's room. Standing to the side as the whip slid into the room, slowly but surely approaching the shorter boy, the demon couldn't help but give a smug smile to the no one who was even around him.
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Posted: Mon Jun 17, 2013 6:34 pm
♥҉ Y҉u҉m҉i҉ ;҉ S҉u҉n҉d҉a҉y҉ ♥҉ "ѕσяяу ι'м α вα∂ вσу" ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ │ ოﻪlε │ հսოﻪռ │ ъﻨรε〤սﻪl │ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ☣ → Nosing his way out of the Sunday-made tunnel, the 19 year old emerged from the blankets with a content sigh. Sunday sat up, pushing a mass of dark blue locks out of his face. He felt at ease; his ignorance of the creeping whip was bliss. As to pass time, he drummed to the rhythm of a song he had heard only once, singing lyrics he assumed would be there. His roommates didn't seem interesting at all--the most excitement he had was being attacked by a....ghost. Thinking on this as he sung to himself, he furrowed his brow. Why did ghosts have to be rude? He considered himself to be a rather handsome man, after all, and a rather gifted singer. The ghost should have been asking for an autograph rather than trying to kill him.
OOC~
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Posted: Mon Jun 17, 2013 7:07 pm
۰۪۫A۪۫۰۰۪۫c۪۫۰۰۪۫h۪۫۰۰۪۫a۪۫۰۰۪۫n۪۫۰ ﻨռ էհε ८սггεռէ, รսггεռժεг կօսгรεlք էօ ოε
ﻪռժ εռէгսรէ ოε աﻨէհ կօսг ъօժկ
ъε८ﻪսรε ﻨ'll քﻨռժ կօսг гεოﻪﻨռร քօг կօս
♦ ♦♦❧ "..." Grumbling to himself and giving a huff, the whip moved zipped over to Sunday quicker and knocked on his head with the skull, trying to get this obviously idiotic person's attention. Normal people would have noticed a skull on a whip of blood, but this person... Shaking his head, Achan walked into the room, tapping on the skull as though it wasn't his. "Making a new friend, I suppose?"
Smiling all too nicely, as half a distraction, part of the whip broke off and went up behind Sunday, whacking him upside the head to make sure the demon had his attention. He'd have more luck keeping the attention of a fish named Jackass.
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Posted: Tue Jun 18, 2013 8:07 pm
♥҉ Y҉u҉m҉i҉ ;҉ S҉u҉n҉d҉a҉y҉ ♥҉ "ѕσяяу ι'м α вα∂ вσу" ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ │ ოﻪlε │ հսოﻪռ │ ъﻨรε〤սﻪl │ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ☣ → Sunday stared at Achan with a bemused and unhappy expression, rubbing his head. As if it were an instinct, the very moment he felt threatened by the demon, he balled up his fists again. "Cut it out!" he snapped, swatting at the whip like one would a fly. The surprise in his large, quite feminine blue eyes quickly flashed into a glare, and he wrinkled his nose in distaste. "It was you.... it was you who tried to kill me with a pillow? You made me look like an idiot!" Sunday declared as if he needed any help with making himself look dumb.
Climbing from his bed with his shirt riding so far up that it could be mistaken for a baggy sports bra, he attempted to approach the younger. As one would expect from a boy so clumsy, his right foot failed to meet the floor; instead it clung to the covers and caused Sunday to trip, rescue himself from falling, stumble across the room and collide with the frightening invader of his room. In a poor attempt to mask this clumsiness he attempted to shove the other but instead fell over, instinctively grasping Achan's shirt as he fell towards the ground.
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Posted: Wed Jun 19, 2013 7:53 am
۰۪۫A۪۫۰۰۪۫c۪۫۰۰۪۫h۪۫۰۰۪۫a۪۫۰۰۪۫n۪۫۰ ﻨռ էհε ८սггεռէ, รսггεռժεг կօսгรεlք էօ ოε
ﻪռժ εռէгսรէ ოε աﻨէհ կօսг ъօժկ
ъε८ﻪսรε ﻨ'll քﻨռժ կօսг гεოﻪﻨռร քօг կօս
♦ ♦♦❧ The demon just grinned at the male, before crossing his arms and in a calm voice just said "Killing someone with a pillow is so lower class." Achan nodded at his own words, placing his hands on his hips. "I'd prefer to drain you of your blood, but that'd require torture." Curiously watching the male, the demon's expression was a medium of amused and happy. This was very amusing. This fool didn't need help making himself look retarded, and even Achan knew that. Perhaps he could enjoy a job as the King's Fool?
In reaction of Sunday tumbling, he just blinked curiously before grabbing onto the male to prevent him from completely falling onto his a**. His expression seemed to change as he held Sunday close, almost to a expression of concern. "Are you okay?" He sighed, grabbing Sunday's shoulders and picked him up; setting him back onto his feet. Despite being sadistic, he could be caring about others. This was just one of those... rare moments.
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Posted: Thu Jun 20, 2013 7:59 pm
♥҉ Y҉u҉m҉i҉ ;҉ S҉u҉n҉d҉a҉y҉ ♥҉ "ѕσяяу ι'м α вα∂ вσу" ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ │ ოﻪlε │ հսოﻪռ │ ъﻨรε〤սﻪl │ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ☣ → Sunday froze in his arms. It wasn't extremely awkward at first; in fact, it was almost a relief he had been caught. However, when Sunday realized that just a few thin layers of cloth seperated bodies, his face flushed a deep red. Hoping to distract his mind from this, he shifted uncomfortably when he was set down and looked for a window. He liked watching the scenery from well-placed windows. Partly the reason why he was glad he had chosen this room.
Sliding his feet backwards without looking away from the window, he scooted backwards until his heels tapped against the bed with a dull thud, he plopped onto the disheveled covers and slid as closely to the wall as possible. He stared at Achan for a moment before letting out a little predatory growl, narrowing his eyes. "Please get outta my room," he mumbled feebly, breaking eye contact again.
OOC~
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Posted: Fri Jun 21, 2013 5:34 am
۰۪۫A۪۫۰۰۪۫c۪۫۰۰۪۫h۪۫۰۰۪۫a۪۫۰۰۪۫n۪۫۰ ﻨռ էհε ८սггεռէ, รսггεռժεг կօսгรεlք էօ ოε
ﻪռժ εռէгսรէ ოε աﻨէհ կօսг ъօժկ
ъε८ﻪսรε ﻨ'll քﻨռժ կօսг гεოﻪﻨռร քօг կօս
♦ ♦♦❧ Achan tilted his head innocently, beginning to blink. If this is the treatment he got for being nice, then why the ******** bother. "You're not threatening." He said calmly, picking up the skull from the ever hovering whip. Fumbling with it before sighing, a demonic glare, seemingly fitting for his appearance, came onto his face, pointblank directed at Sunday. "Then next time I'll make sure you hit your head, ungrateful little s**t."
Very calmly, the prince returned to his own room and, as he did before, locked the door. He doubted the girls would come in, and very honestly wanted to keep Sunday out. Sitting next to his flowers, just started trimming the leaves off the plant. Perhaps he'd just finish this up and then go to the store for things the dorm needed.
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Posted: Fri Jun 21, 2013 2:26 pm
Charlotte Clain
"If indeed it is not awful, then it is quite."
Charlotte peered out of her room. Well, it looked like the boys were done with their standoff. These walls were thin and she heard nearly every word. Hopefully they would be done with their power play soon, it gave Lottie headaches after all. Silently she made her way into the sitting room and lounged on the couch. There wasn't really anything to do so she turned on the TV and switched the channels around before stopping on an astronomy show. These things fascinated her and she wasn't afraid to admit it. After looking around, Lottie slowly settled down into the couch, sitting Indian style. She pulled a pillow into her lap and hugged it while she watched the screen flicker as the narrator's voice continued to unveil the workings of a supernova. Only here was she allowed to relax. Anywhere else and she would have deemed this unacceptable. It simply was not polite to look so sloppy in public. Ooc:
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