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Post by stupidkiid on Nov 16, 2009 18:27:39 GMT -4
Ryan slipped into his room, shutting the door quietly behind him. Blue eyes scanned around the area. A small smile slipped onto his lips. This was his last year here and he was going to make the best of it. He'd gotten into enough trouble since day one. The pranks he'd pulled flooded his memory and made a quiet chuckle slip past his lips. Pushing off the door he strolled over to his bed and sat down, plucking his guitar off it's stand. The smile settled on his face grew as his calloused fingers slid over the familiar strings. This was home. Where ever his music was close. In truth that was all he needed, all he wanted. Practiced fingers manipulated the strings as he played a low blusey tune.. and he was home.
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Post by cleansesong on Nov 16, 2009 21:33:35 GMT -4
Cayden returned back to the dorm building after his adventure on the beach with Noelle, a faint smile still on his face as he realized that being here might actually take his mind off that bitch of a girl, Melissa, back home. Pulling out his room key, he unlocked the door to Room 302, pressing it into the locking mechanism and turning it sideways to unlock the door. He walked inside whistling, expecting no one inside, and was surprised to be faced with some random guitar-playing hippy kid. After a moment, Cayden recognized him as the badass of the school, the one who had come close to being kicked out time and time again Raising an eyebrow, he let the door shut loudly behind himself and stood there for a moment, a smirk on his face as he realized he had caught the so-called ladies man in a vulnerable, alone state. Before jumping to any conclusions about him though, Cayden decided he would at least TRY to get to know him, and thus stuck out his hand with a smile. "Hey mate, the name is Cayden. We're roomies, I expect?"
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