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Post by nolifeking on Dec 13, 2009 1:41:03 GMT -4
Stine had walked into the room to hear what he presumed to be the last of a long winded speech. ‘Vunder vhat zey are talking about?’ he thought to himself as he entered his dorm room for the second time. He still needed to put away his clothes and set everything up. If he was to be here, he was going to make himself as comfortable as possible. Though he did want to be here, he still thought it a little extreme that he had to go to a boarding school. ‘ Vell maybe I Vill meet zome people zat vill be most interesting,’ he thought to himself now walking into the thresh hold of the room. “Vell you must be my roommates, it iz a pleasure to meet you,” he said with a low bow.
“My name is Frank Nathaniel Stine, and vhat may I ask iz your namez,” he said rising from his bow. He addressed them in a civile manner more in the hopes to gage their level of sophistication, though he truly hoped they were far more laid back then the previous.
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Post by Michelle on Dec 13, 2009 2:24:56 GMT -4
Hamish opened his mouth to reply to Dyniste, but he was interrupted as the door opened. A man had walked in, roughly Hamish’s height, with dark hair, formal clothes and a muscular build. Hamish instantly recognized this man as the German guy from the dance. He looked at Dyniste, but spoke not a word. Hamish stood, taking the photo of his parents and placed it on his desk.
“N-Nice to see you again, Frank,” Hamish said, putting his hand out so Frank could shake it. “In case you missed it at the dance, I’m Hamish.”
He moved back to his desk, sitting back down. “I-I never realized we still had a free bed here before…”
He shrugged, picking up his textbook again, trying to absorb everything in it, but there were too many distractions tonight…
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Post by Velareksil on Dec 13, 2009 12:03:17 GMT -4
Dyniste turned at the interruption, he stared blankly at Stine for a moment, princely, now that's the way to enter, he thought, glancing back at his roommate with a sly grin. After the two had finished with introductions, Dyniste looked back at the one who'd entered, "Dyniste. It's a pleasure," he said lightly. His eyes narrowed slightly when he finally realized that Hamish's words implied that they had met, at the dance. Is he our new Paris, I wonder, he thought to himself, quickly flashing a interrogative glance at Hamish before gazing back at Stine. "Well then, since that makes three, I'll assume no more will be coming. Would you like to tell us a little bit about yourself?"
((Something's missing, first person who catches it gets a cookie))
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Post by nolifeking on Dec 14, 2009 20:08:19 GMT -4
“Vell zat vould be a very good assumption,” stine said in almost a sarcastic manner, though it was a valid assumption, the man it came from seemed to irritate him. Stine pondered the question his question, he had seen the glance from Hamish to himself; ‘Does he zink I am zat vay?’ Stine assumed that was his motive as he did not seem the type to care much about the others around himself. “Vell zen zat iz an interesting question, coming from you, vell I am not gay if zat iz vhat you vere implying vith ze glance to mister Hamish,” Stine had a very smug smirk on his face as he said this. He knew that in some way that statement was going to get under his skin and that made Stine very happy to imagine.
He then looked from Dyniste to Hamish, “I had zought it vas you, I do apologize if I interrupted your date vith my chatter,” he said in a very apologetic tone. This man seemed like someone that he could get along with though he knew little about him and that could change quickly; he wished to be on good terms with his fellow roommates, though Dyniste could prove to be a problem.
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Post by Michelle on Dec 14, 2009 21:18:32 GMT -4
Most organisms cannot internally regulate their body temperature. They are often cold-blooded, which means their body temperature changes when the temperature of the environment changes…
“Vell zen zat iz an interesting question, coming from you, vell I am not gay if zat iz vhat you vere implying vith ze glance to mister Hamish.”
Hearing his name, Hamish looked up from his book for what must’ve been the fiftieth time that night. He slid his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
“Huh? Wh-What? G-Gay? I’m not…uh…g-g-gay! D-Dy-Dyniste…” he stuttered, sighing. “Wh-what are y-you getting me into n-now?”
The blood rose into his cheeks again. As Frank turned to look at him, he felt a little calmer…
That is, until Frank opened his mouth to talk again.
“I had zought it vas you, I do apologize if I interrupted your date vith my chatter.”
He blushed even harder; the light pink shade of his cheeks became a cherry red. His fingers fiddled with the pages of his textbook for comfort.
“I-It wa-wasn’t a d-date…w-we’re j-j-ju-just friends…sh-she…um…K-Kemon, er…sh-she d-does-doesn’t like m-me like ah…l-like th-that…”
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Post by Velareksil on Dec 14, 2009 21:38:55 GMT -4
Dyniste raised an eyebrow at how Stine had interpreted the motions of his eyes, but he said nothing in his defense. He replaced his calligraphy pen gently on his mass of papers before covering his mouth, as was his custom, and laughing silently. His eyes glinted with amusement all the while. "Sorry," he started quietly as he finished up his fit, "that was far from what I meant to imply," he said with an apologetic smile at Stine. He looked at Hamish and his mocking grin returned, "even if it wasn't a date, I wouldn't be so sure regarding her feelings."
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Post by nolifeking on Dec 14, 2009 22:04:07 GMT -4
“Vell he vould be right, you can never be sure of a vomems feelings,” stine said walking to his bed and pulling out a trunk from under his bed. “Even zo mine friend it iz still in mine best interest to put ones zoughts in order, zhuold you take a likeing to me I vould like you to know vere I stand, zo az to stop ze awkvard moment before it starts.” Stine had said this without looking at Dyniste. He opend the first trunk and inside there were several books most of old storys and other things of the sort. He opened the second trunk that contained his suits and other clothes.
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Post by Michelle on Dec 14, 2009 23:01:24 GMT -4
“Brilliant,” Hamish said, rather sarcastically, fixing his eyes back down at his book. “T-Two p-people playing c-c-cu-cupid for me.”
Sighing, he slumped further into his chair.
“J-Just so you know Fr-Frank, Dye here is a n-nut-nutcase and will m-most likely p-p-pair you up with s-some-someone,” the red head spoke, his eyes still reading his textbook.
Birds and mammals are the only organisms that are warm-blooded. The body temperature of the warm-blooded animals is kept constant and does not depend on the temperature of the environment…
“…And it sounds like y-your English is up t-to scr-scratch, which is g-g-good because he t-talks like Sh-Shakespeare.” Hamish glanced up momentarily, flashing a glare from behind his lenses.
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Post by Velareksil on Dec 14, 2009 23:19:56 GMT -4
Take a liking to somebody, let alone a man, huh? Dyniste thought to himself with much amusement, the pleasant smile never leaving his face. He said nothing in response, but instead nodded in agreement despite the fact that his thoughts had never curved. The topic didn't interest him, and hence he had not the will to pursue it. He turned back at his original roommate, "Eros is the name, Eros," he chirped in happily, "Cupid is a mere child in dippers today," he finished with a calmer tone. Once his roommate had finished describing him, he continued. "I deny nothing except possibly the thought of myself speaking as Shakespeare, as I've never known his voice. But enough about what makes me who I am, I'm still curious about you," he said, once again switching his gaze back to his new roommate. As he stared, he began to occupy his hand by fiddling with his braid. He had a suspicion that Stine would know his reason for asking, and he mentally cursed his roommate for giving it away.
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Post by nolifeking on Dec 15, 2009 23:12:17 GMT -4
“Vell vhat do you vant to know? Zere iz a lot to know about me and I vould shurk avay from telling my life story.” Stine said pulling out three very old looking books and setting them to the side. He then looked across the room at Hamish and noticed he was reading a biology book, ‘I still do not know vhere I am to get mine class list,’ Stine thought to himself removing another three books from his trunk. He then looked down at the trunk and decided to leave the rest of its contents in the trunk. He stood back up and turned to Dyniste, “Vell vhat iz you first question?”
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Post by Velareksil on Dec 15, 2009 23:49:13 GMT -4
Dyniste gave a happy grin at his new roommate. He looked at the figure with blank eyes, doing the remainder of his physical analysis, oddly enough, both his roommates made him feel pathetically short although he had never thought himself to be such. He tilted his head at the question, thinking, easy questions to ask about history, names, place of origin, and then the real dilemma, should he ask these questions even when he didn't care much about the answer, or just get strait to the point of his interest. He chose the latter as the former made his mind drift off to sleep. "I'm curious, hath thou even the vaguest of interests in another's," Dyniste nodded toward the one who's eyes were practically stuck to a book, "maiden? Although it would seem not, keeping himself clear seems to be a habit taken up by this one as well. And then, if not, then what kind maiden's hand doth thou hope to one day pursue?"
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Post by Michelle on Dec 16, 2009 2:13:39 GMT -4
His head darted up so fast from the paragraph he was on that his loose glasses slid up his face. The colour in his cheeks and ears brightened from white to red. He frowned at Dyniste.
“Sh-She’s n-not my m-maid-maiden! We’re j-just f-f-friends!” he exclaimed defensively, but nonetheless he turned his eyes over to Frank, looking at him hopefully, trying to anticipate what he was going to say next.
“Y-You…um…d-d-don’t l-like Ke-Kem-Kemon li-like…er…like th-that, d-do you?” Hamish asked, swallowing hard.
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Post by nolifeking on Dec 16, 2009 2:43:21 GMT -4
Stine smiled at the question, “No mine friend, you maiden iz zafe,” stine said nodding to Hamish. “Vell I vould say zat I am of course looking for a queen of mine own, but vhat I am looking for iz ze tricky part.” Stine concluded his sentence by turning around to the trunk behind his and closing it, locking it tight. “Vell I vould have to zay zat I do not know vhat I am looking for in particular.” Stine sait to Dye without turning to face him, this was not conversation that he was not prepared for and because of that it caught him off guard. He then turned back to Dye and looked him in the eye with a mischievous expression on his face, “Does one romantic heart long for a tale of love zat much zat he vould azk zose he does not know,” Stine was not trying to attack his roommate but simply spark a response out of him.
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Post by Velareksil on Dec 16, 2009 19:26:14 GMT -4
Dyniste's happy smile went unchanged at the question, he was slightly disappointed at the answer though, but it, too, had given him ideas as to what to keep his eyes on, after all, the word 'queen' was rare. He responded simply, "another needs not know of motives of the one who asks, as he needs not answer if he does not wish. But a queen, huh?" he looked with curiosity for a moment before getting bored redirecting his gaze to Hamish. His eyes glinted with laughter, "If anything, don't stop at just friends, and never let the word become a chain" he said happily, holding his pleasant smile for a moment before letting a chuckle escape his lips and then shifting his gaze elsewhere. Something about his roommate, the way he spoke of the girl, the way he seemed as nervous around even her name as a man would be within reach of his crush, and the way he denied it was hilarious in his eyes. He knew not the reason, but he felt no need for one. He sat, twirling his hair in his hand lightly all the while.
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Post by Michelle on Dec 17, 2009 1:36:45 GMT -4
“Sh-sh-sh-she’s not my maid-m-maiden!” he repeated again just as protectively, his voice trembling. “Argh!”
He shook his head, slightly irritated, and forced himself to read his book, but thoughts wouldn’t leave his mind; thoughts of Kemon, thoughts of his roommates, thoughts of his father…what would he think if he knew Hamish was neglecting his studies?
“Right, I’m leaving, I can’t concentrate in here,” Hamish said, sliding his glasses up his nose before getting up to exit the room, his textbook in his hand. “I’ll be back later.”
(87 words! NOT GOOD ENOUGH MICHELLE, NOT GOOD ENOUGH!)
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