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Post by Matthew Williams on May 31, 2011 4:53:27 GMT -5
It started out as just a plain old Sunday in the dorm, quiet and uneventful. And perhaps, that was why Matthew was somewhat bored. The blond was usually rather good at keeping himself occupied during these peaceful times. However, it seemed like he was loosing his touch in that department.
Circumstances being what they were, Matthew had become accustomed to not only being busy during the late night hours (with the Dark Hour and all) but also to the company of others. It was because of this new sensation that the Canadian sought out companionship more often.
Though, it seemed that most of the dorm had gone out to do other activities today.
"What to do..." Matthew talked to himself out loud, rummaging through a closet in the lobby.
Alfred had a nasty habit of leaving his belongings in the lobby. Treating it almost as a personal living room. And just like at home, whenever he was asked to clean up, the American would shove everything possible into a closet. It's clean as long as you can't see the mess, right?
While Matthew would hardly ever search through his brother's belongings, the Canadian was searching for something to occupy his time while the others were out. Possibly a video game or some cards to play solitaire with.
"What's that?" the blond blinked, when he spotted a game case, the first one he came across in his whole twenty minutes of carefully scanning through the various toys, stuffed animals, and boxes.
The boy attempted to pull out the case, but it was stuck. So, Matthew pulled harder and harder. All at once, the contents of the closet came crashing down on him, the case flinging to the other side of the room and Matt being buried under various objects.
"Nngh..."
He was going to have to talk to Al about stuffing things in the closet... [/blockquote] |
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Post by Sadik Adnan on Jun 1, 2011 13:15:42 GMT -5
Responsibilities could very easily be described as the work of the devil. A double-edged sword, they both helped and harmed the individual stuck with them. In having of responsibilities, one truly grew into an adult and could feel ownership over their lives; undoubtedly, a sense of accomplishment could very easily overshadow one who successfully lived out their responsibilities. However, once one is devoted to a responsibility, be it out of choice or necessity, it is only a matter of time until the sword is thrust into the gut of the one who wields it. One responsibility becomes two, which doubles, triples, and grows exponentially from there. In due time, any free time that this now successful “adult” might have once had is completely annihilated by the double-edged sword of responsibility.
Sundays, though, allowed Sadik to fold his sword into its sheath and look away from it for a time. Most places that he frequented for work were closed, and there was no school that day, thus making it ideal for relaxing and doing whatever he felt like. That aside, Sunday was the Christian day of rest, and most people in America followed this rest day, whether or not they actually celebrated the faith.
Usually, the Turk would have himself in his room, away from others, working on some project of his (reading, school work, what have you…). However, there was, this one unique time, a distraction from his solitude that he could not name. For some reason, he was drawn from his room, body almost floating down the stairs and into the main lobby of the dorm building. What the hell am I doing? Sadik found himself asking. He knew that there was barely anyone around today, so if he was looking for conversation he wouldn’t find it; even so, there wasn’t anyone in the dorm that he had had an extensive conversation with to know whether or not he ENJOYED speaking with anyone.
But then the truth showed itself; fate had a funny way of working, really. It would figure that as Sadik ambled about singularly around the first floor of the dormitory building, that a large crashing of cascading objects would come crashing down onto a certain member of the dorm. Casually, Sadik made his way to the source of the sound, finding a young blond boy beneath the contents of the closet that Sadik didn’t even know existed. ”…” Sadik bit his lip, trying not to laugh, trying to find the right words.
Then his mind was distracted. He looked to the side, away from the crash site, and saw something he had recognized. He walked to it, crouching down and holding it in his hands. It might have been written in another language that he was used to, but he knew what it was. ”Hey… Didn’ know we had karaoke…” Sadik said under his breath, looking at the fallen blond to see if he knew this. ”Oh, shit… uh, you okay kid?”
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Post by Ludvika Novak on Jun 5, 2011 22:32:32 GMT -5
Boredom was never really a worry to Ludvika. To be fairly honest anything can amuse her, even some more along the lines of dangerous or just plain idiotic. She wasn’t a thrill seeker; she just has a habit of finding small things in life to be enjoyable. Usually these “things” came without the enjoyment of others.
While she did enjoy the company of friends, she was usually too afraid to ask them to join in her escapades. Fearing that they might say “no” or agree to play, but leave her when something better came along. This has happened on multiple occasions before and she did not sit quite well with it, and by “did not sit quite well” I mean get angry, throw some objects and then cry for a good forty-five minutes before finally accepting that her idea of fun was way too intense for them.
Then again, these sorts of things rarely happened. Ludvika was a tad bit of an introvert, so being around people for a long period of time did tire her. Coupled with her tendency to be -and quote “Snarky Bitch”- people just assumed that she hated everyone and wished to go off by herself and do whatever bitchy girls do. If being alone to regain her energy and have time to her own thoughts is what bitchy girls do, then by god she is the queen of all bitches.
During the moment of this event, Ludvika was doing just that. Simply laying on her bed and just examining any thoughts in her mind, all ranging from why people hate insects so much to why the hell she wasn’t doing anything more interesting with her time. That’s when the loud crashing echoed into her room. Curiosity kicked in as she left her room to discover the cause of the sound, of course she found herself sitting on the stairwell to watch as a young blond kid sitting around in a pile of junk while some tall guy –she couldn’t tell if he was a student or a teacher/adult figure- standing over him. She didn’t recognize them before; then again this was her first time venturing outside of her room with people STILL in the dorm.
While the other student tried to hold back his laughter on sight on the fallen blond kid, Ludvika failed, as a chuckle did escape her lips. She quickly caught herself though, turning bright red from embarrassment. Oh god they probably think I’m a sadist. Why did I laugh at a time like that Ahhh. raced through her mind, this was her first time meeting people and she accidentally laughed at one of their's pain. God she felt like such an ass.
Trying to shake these thoughts, she sheepishly grinned, Well, I probably already got their attention might as well introduce myself. She scooted down the stairs a bit more, eyeing the box in the taller kids hands “Hey, what you got there?”
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Post by Matthew Williams on Jun 15, 2011 14:14:03 GMT -5
Matthew sat up slowly, shaking his head and beginning to pull the multiple cables that were strewn over him off gently. Once he managed to get them off for the most part, he turned and noticed a rather large individual looking over at him.
"I-I'm fine. S-sorry about the racket." he apologized, unsure of how to react about this situation. "I-I'll get t-to cleaning it up right now!" and with that, he started busying himself doing so. But, unlike Alfred, placing things neatly inside their place of origin. The game that he had been looking at, forgotten in favor of cleaning up the mess he had made.
Well, this was embarrassing. First time meeting someone and this was how it happened. Not to mention, Matthew had caught the other girl that had made her way down out of the corner of his eye. And couldn't help but turn a little red because of the situation he was in. Now it was two people instead of one, could this get anymore embarrassing?
"Hey, what you got there?" he heard, but continued to clean, keeping his ears on the conversation and his eyes away from the others. At least this was a way to stave off anymore contact until he could compose himself. [/blockquote] [OOC: Bleeeeegh, cruddy, I'm sorry!] |
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