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Post by koenig on Dec 29, 2006 1:42:23 GMT 1
(Walking around aimlessly through the school I was still reflecting on junpeis words. The words which had somewhat unnerved me since they were coming from an old friend. He had said that he had changed, he had changed since he had risen above all the petty hate and violence. Now he didn't ahve to constantly watch his back for someone who might try to hurt him.
Why can't he see the fact that here at hircine it was no better. Here us varron students would still be hurt since everyone hated us. Shaking my head I made my way towards my new dorm room. I was tired from the useless day of school.
Opening the door to my room I looked around. It was completely empty, there were two beds, two dressers and two closets for me and my new roomate...whoever that would be. Walking in I closed the door behind me and threw my stuff down on my bed. Unpacking all of my clothes and belongings I looked around boredly.
Deciding I didn't care if it was against rules or not since I did not know the rules I reached into my bag and grabbed my twin rapier swords that an old friend had given to me. Putting two nails in the wall above my bed I hung the swords from the sheaths on the nails. Leaning back on my bed I waited for the inevitable showing of my new roomate.)
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Post by datafox on Dec 29, 2006 1:59:19 GMT 1
A small shudder of bass came from a rather messed-up looking geek. He had already been beat up during the day, so he showed the signs of battle, or rather the signs of a beat-down. Dimitri had parents that he could stay with, but his parents were the pushy type. Since Dimitri didn't really gather friends that well, they gave him a "gentle" shove into the dorm lifestyle, to force him into being more social. He was going to need the experience anyway, once he got into MIT and had to live in Massachusetts instead of at home. Well, that's what his parents imagined he'd be doing after high school.
His headphones that were producing the aforementioned bass were the large noise canceling kind that had the old school look to them. The newer ear buds felt too awkward, and the ones that wrapped around the back of the ear felt uncomfortable when he was wearing his glasses, which was every waking moment he had. So the big kind were most comfortable. He also had a habit of having them too loud, but only the bass vibrations from some techno got though to the outside world. And one would have to be standing awfully close, or actually be touching him to feel the effects.
Dimtri reached down for a door handle, and gave it a twist before he realized he'd need to use a key. And before he could react to get his key, his hand managed to twist the door handle enough for it to open. In other words, the door was already open. Strange. Except that dorms were most commonly accommodations for two people.
Thinking better than to bust in like he owned the place (sure, it was his room, but it was also someone else's), he instead let the door remain closed as he knocked on the door with a gentle rapping. He didn't hear any music coming from inside, so he wouldn't have to hammer the door down with his fist to be heard. Then again, music was blaring in his ears, so trying to listen through the door was probably a useless idea.
((I hope I didn't intrude on any plans... With my luck I probably did...))
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Post by koenig on Dec 29, 2006 2:09:09 GMT 1
(As i lay on my bed staring up at the ceiling I heard a knock on the door. Sighing I stood up off the bed)
"the doors open"
(I yelled out loud enough for the person on the other side of the door to hear. Walking out of my little area I made my way to the door. On the way i untied my hair from the ponytail it was in and threw the bandana on the couch. As I waited for what was most likely my new roomate to enter I decided that with my luck today i would probably have one of the pillars, or some kid from hircine high who also hated varron students as my roomate.)
"you can come in"
(I said louder not sure if the person at the door had heard me. As i waited sitting on the couch I had my casual attire of torn jeans and a muscle shirt on. As i leaned back in the chair and waited for him to enter I kept myself on full alert in case it turned out to be some kid who really didn't like varronites)
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Post by datafox on Dec 29, 2006 2:22:36 GMT 1
The joys of noise canceling headphones was the total lack of ability to hear anything other than the music. So as Dimitri just stood there like an idiot, he began a mental countdown. On fifteen, he'd open the door himself. Even if the one inside had said "Go away", he could simply flash his key and say he was sorry, but it was his room too. And if it was "come on in", he'd be doing exactly as was supposed to be done. No problems really. Well, unless things that were happening behind that door were things that weren't supposed to be done, and which couldn't be cleared up in fifteen seconds. The way kids were around the area, any number of things could happen, combined with Dimitri's luck, things were looking bleak. He guessed he'd walk into an in-dorm meth lab adn get himself shot.
Joy.
With a deep breath for confidence, he opened the door, peeking his head in timidly as he saw... Just some upper-classman kicking back on the couch. His clothes were intentionally ripped or lacking in coverage. But that was a style now-a-days. Style which Dimitri himself lacked, unless "geek" was officially recognized by the secret world fashion council made up of fashion designers and the heads of every major clothing store in the USA. Shaking that weird random thought from his head, he pushed the door open enough for him to slip in, hauling his messenger bag in with him. It was black and featured a label for "Gungrave", one of the anime he liked to watch. He also had a dufflebag, unlabeled, that contained his various clothing articles.
Closing the door behind him, he gave a nod to the guy, sure he'd know what was up as he tossed his duffle bag onto the floor next to a bed, keenly observing that the one with the swords over it was probably claimed. He placed the messenger bag on the bed softly, knowing it contained his laptop. Sure, it had a durable aluminum case, and weighed a ton, but he liked to take care of his electronics. And by the end of the day, his parents would be delivering a few more things to his room. And it'd probably get cluttered pretty easily.
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Post by katsu on Dec 30, 2006 2:11:25 GMT 1
It was a hell of a time. Trying to find Bruce's dorm was found to be very irritating. It wasn’t like I was directionally challenged, but the number of dorms that were here was astounding. I hadn’t seen so many dorms on one school campus since my days before I came to America. I didn’t like this, but that would come to and end...shortly. That was what I hoped for, yet I never got what I wanted nor would I ever get that at this rate. I just wanted to find one dorm and I wasn’t going to ask for directions...hell no. I’m a senior and we don’t ask for things, we demand them. As that thought crossed through my mind, I figured that since I’m new at this place and that I knew no one, I wouldn’t get very far demanding things of people that I didn’t know. Once I had figured that out fully, I stopped and then did the unthinkable, which in my case, would only get me hit in the face.
“Hey you there! Can you tell me where this dorm room is?”
I showed him the number and he began to laugh, purposely letting himself go, pointing at me as if I was an idiot. For what I knew, I was standing right next to the door in which I searched, but I never had the thought to look. I didn’t think for a second that his laughter was for that reason. When I didn’t figure it out I decided to sit and wait. I calmly waited for him to get himself back together and then tell me where to find the room. When he calmed down and looked at me again, he laughed harder than before, making me angry at first, but told my right arm to hold itself. It did and I waited once more for him to regain himself and tell me. When he got up, my suspicions were confirmed and he laughed again after seeing my face. That, for him, was the wrong thing to do. I let my right arm go its way and nailed him right in the gut, just falling a bit below his diaphragm. I watched him crumple to the ground and then proceeded to thank him with a bow before saying…
“I thank you for your services. Now roll away from me before I hit you again.’
I then turned to the door and looked down upon the door handle and then twisted it to the right and opened it, seeing Bruce splayed out on the couch and another whom I didn’t know. I hoped that Bruce would not call me Yuki, but who would care. The other in the room was unknown to the person called Yuki so it wouldn’t matter. For now if called Yuki, I would meet him as if it were my name. Before Bruce or the person would have any time to say anything, I closed the door and walked over to Bruce’s bed and picked up his blades. They were different from last time I saw them. Maybe they were different, but at this point I couldn’t tell. I looked at them, not minding to anyone else in the room and then saw another set of blades…my blades. Bruce was in fact right when he told me that Raphael never destroyed them, but no matter. Ill do it myself.
After going off in my own little mindset, I turned around and made myself look surprised that I hadn’t said anything upon my entrance into a dorm room that wasn’t mine.
“Sorry Bruce didn’t mean to barge in. You know how I am.”
I tried to play it off as good as possible, but from looking at the other character in the room; he most likely wouldn’t fall for it.
“I see you have yourself a roommate already. My name is Zaraki Kenpachi. What is your name?”
I spoke with a thick Japanese accent that Bruce would be used to by now and waited for the person to respond. I looked at him from head to toe and then back up while waiting, taking in his features and then making a visual in my mind. I wanted to meet anyone that I could and everyone. I didn’t want to have one person that I didn’t know because he could and would become a potential enemy.
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Post by datafox on Dec 30, 2006 4:31:37 GMT 1
Rude much? Dimitri practically jumped across the room at the opening of the door. It was unexpected for sure, and being so jumpy only made his reactions worse. And in walked a guy that Dimitri could surmise wasn't to be messed with. Not like there was anyone he wanted to mess with in the first place. The dirt on his clothing and the blood that remained in the corner of his lip was evidence of his inability to hold his own. Well, there was more to the story than that, but he wanted people to think he was easily beat down anyway.
Dimitri went back to unpacking, opening his dresser and sliding in clothes randomly. He wasn't much for order when it came to his clothes. After laundry day, he'd end up with a stack of clothes on the top of the dresser that he'd just pick from every day. Yeah, it wasn't the most organized way to do things, but he didn't really care. The only reason he cared that people thought he was weak was because he'd be left alone that way.
“I see you have yourself a roommate already. My name is Zaraki Kenpachi. What is your name?” He heard the new guy, Zaraki ask. Quite an accent on him, but it wasn't like it was impossible to understand or anything.
"My name is Dimitri Shirokov. I can only assume your business is with my roommate. If you don't mind, I'll stay out of it." He said meekly, giving a slight bow to the guy. It wasn't really a bow, more of a nod of acknowledgment. "If you feel the business you have to be private, I can wait outside."
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Post by koenig on Dec 30, 2006 17:51:15 GMT 1
(As my new roomate opened the door after what seemed an eternity, I returned his nod when he walked in. I could see now the reason why he probably did not hear me. He had rather alrge headphones around his neck which was pumping out very loud techno, at least thats what i thought it was from the constant bass sound i could hear.
As I sat on the couch sprawled out I heard someone grunt outside of my door. Looking over at the door I was about to get up to go investigate when suddenly the door handle started to turn. Ready to launch out of the seat in case it was a student who was after varronites I waited.
When finally the door opened I sighed and smiled deeply.)
"Zeraki it has been a while my old friend"
(I said with a smile as I continued to lay out across the couch. Hearing him apologize for barging in I continued to smile)
"do not worry about it, i'd rather see a familiar face barge in to my room then noone at all"
(I said before getting up off the couch and walking back into the room which had zeraki and dimitri)
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Post by katsu on Jan 2, 2007 17:38:09 GMT 1
I looked at Dimitri and nodded back. I then placed up my hands to signal without words that it wasn’t anything that he would have to leave for. I just wanted to come in and find my friends and make new ones as I went. I didn’t want to come off as someone that was violent, as I used to be at Varron Academy. I actually wanted to have a somewhat peaceful year without violence, but after thinking twice, I had already ruined that. I had punched the food from another student’s stomach just to get directions to the dorm in which Bruce stayed. After thinking twice again, I turned back around to the bed of Bruce and then picked up my blades that were in the corner, still nice and clean, and picked them up. I pulled the blades from their perspective casings and slightly waved them around, observing the sounds that came form them as they cut through the air. After a few waves, I noticed that there was a smell on them that suggested that what Raphael was doing was to actually take out the ionization within them, making them weak and easily breakable. I smiled and then placed them back into their casings and placed them on the sword belt that I still wore and wrapped them around my waist. Making sure that they were in the right place once again, I looked back to Dimitri.
“I see that you have been in a fight. From the look of it, it didn’t go very well.”
I wasn’t making a joke about it, but I wanted him to talk some more. There were some things that I wanted to find out regarding the students of this school. I wanted to know if they were in fact peaceful or what I had in the back of my mind, violent as we are. I had learned to hide my true self behind the face of a nice person, but when I walked in the room, I saw it on his face. He knew that I was somewhat dangerous. I didn’t want him to think that, but since it was too late, I decided to come clean. I looked to Dimitri and then sighed. I looked to Bruce, who was still on the couch, and then made my way over to him. I reached into my pocket and then pulled my hand back out. In my right hand held the hilt of a sword. It was in fact the sword of another who went here, but I didn’t know whom. The hilt had obviously been in a world of battles so it would have been obvious what this meant. Someone had challenged me the day before and I ended up killing the person. I wouldn’t know if Dimitri would notice, but when I reached out, there were various cuts and slices on my arm. That means the person who I fought was very good. I placed it on the table and then waited for Bruce to respond. While I waited, I turned back to Dimitri and then offered my help if he needed it, not knowing that him being weak was just a farce.
"I see that you have a talent for analyzing. Don’t worry; I'm not going to do anything crazy as most Varron students would. I have learned to calm myself, but since coming here, I have been in more fights than my whole stay at Varron. Why do people here have a problem with the Varronian students? What rivalry was made when we came here?"
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