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Post by Pierre Antoine Giroux on Apr 16, 2011 12:26:33 GMT -5
I’m told that people like to call us dreamers
Because we won’t ever stop until we’ve done all we can do
There are so many things I haven’t seen
So I’ll look ’till I just can’t look no more
Pierre was, to say the least, uncomfortable.
At least he knew, more or less, who Kinkade was- he had seen the boy around last year, the son of one of the history teachers, he thought. Not that he knew him well, but at least he had some idea of his identity.
But this other kid... Well. Um. All he had been told was that he would be a junior and was from Asia. That's it.No personality, no knowledge of his powers, nothing. It was unnerving. Odds were, the kid would be a nice guy, but Pierre had bad experiences with roommates in the past. Really bad.
So here he was, sitting on the couch in the living area, chewing on his lower lip and waiting nervously for the new kid (Saiyuki, right? Right...) to arrive in the dorm room from where ever he was, so he could find out what was in store this year.
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Post by Saiyuki Takafumi on Apr 16, 2011 12:59:22 GMT -5
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If you do not hope
then you will not find what is beyond your hopes.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Sai frowned, his bags in his hand. He had no idea what he really was doing here. His father had sent him here because of his ‘special ability’ as his father had called it. Sai considered himself a freak, but whatever. He sighed, shuffling his bags as he looked at the huge school. He was a bit scared to be honest. He didn’t know what type of powers these people had, or if they were any similar to his power. He just wanted to fit in and make friends here. That’s all that mattered to him. He started up the path that led to the door. “Well, here goes nothing,” he muttered to himself. He shifted his bags again and struggled with opening the door. After about five minutes of struggling, he finally got the door open and he stumbled through the door. He huffed as he stood there, exhausted from what had just occurred. He really needed to work out. He set down his bags and looked around what seemed like a living room. It was really nice and pretty. He wondered if his dad could afford it. He was so in awe of the decorative interior that he didn’t notice the man sitting on the sofa. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - WORDS: 208 |
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Post by Pierre Antoine Giroux on Apr 16, 2011 13:49:54 GMT -5
I’m told that people like to call us dreamers
Because we won’t ever stop until we’ve done all we can do
There are so many things I haven’t seen
So I’ll look ’till I just can’t look no more
The door opened after a few minutes of shuffling out in the hallway. Pierre tensed.
The new kid- Saiyuki, use his name, it's Saiyuki- Saiyuki set down his things in the doorway and just stood there for a few seconds. Well. That was unexpected. He sat still for a second- he really did not want to confront him right away, but at the same time he didn't want to appear rude.
He made up his mind and stood up. He walked around the couch and picked up on the of the bigger bags. "Want some help?" he asked, hefting the case up onto his shoulder. "you look exhausted." He carried the bag up to the two available bedrooms, and stopped. "You want a room with a window or without?" He didn't mention that the window room was the one next to his, or, he realized, his name. "You're Saiyuki, right?" he continued. "I'm Antoine. I'm going to be one of your roommates." He smiled at the new kid, somewhat awkwardly. He hoped that he would not yell at him for taking his bag or anything.
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Post by Saiyuki Takafumi on Apr 16, 2011 14:06:07 GMT -5
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If you do not hope
then you will not find what is beyond your hopes.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Sai snapped out of his trance when he heard the man’s voice. He frowned. Where had this man even come from? He hadn’t even noticed him when he walked in. Maybe it was because he was too engrossed in the design of the interior. He was about to say something when the man asked if he wanted help and picked up one of his bags. He wasn’t comfortable with it, but he didn’t say anything, too shy to speak. He simply nodded when the man guessed his name. How he knew his name he didn’t know, and he was a bit creeped out by it. But he didn’t say anything. “U-Um…please be careful…that has my flute in it…” His voice was soft and shaky. He wasn’t very sociable with people, especially cute ones like this man. He was bi, so he found both sexes to be attractive. He looked at the man and followed him. “U-Um…I don’t know…A-And you can call me Sai…if you want…” He didn’t know what else to say to the man. He figured he would just follow him and do as he was instructed to. That was the best way to make everyone happy. That was Sai for you. Always thinking of others before himself. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - WORDS: 209 |
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Post by Pierre Antoine Giroux on Apr 16, 2011 15:28:01 GMT -5
I’m told that people like to call us dreamers
Because we won’t ever stop until we’ve done all we can do
There are so many things I haven’t seen
So I’ll look ’till I just can’t look no more
...The kid was adorable.
He knew that really really really should not be the first thing he thought of when he finally looked at his new roommate's face, but it was. He shook his head, then set the bags down in front of the other window room, the one next to his own. "Ah, sorry. I wouldn't want to break your instrument. That wouldn't be good."
Sai. Sai would be so much easier to remember than the kid's real name. and he could stop calling him the kid. "Wait, you play flute?" He grinned. "That's pretty cool. I play oboe, myself." He opened the door to the room and gestured for Sai to go in. "Pretty nice, isn't it?'
..Was he being too social? Damn.
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Post by Saiyuki Takafumi on Apr 16, 2011 15:38:46 GMT -5
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If you do not hope
then you will not find what is beyond your hopes.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Sai nodded, watching the man set down his bag carefully in front of his new room. He wasn’t sure if he should go in or not, but he didn’t out of politeness. He had been taught to always be polite, and he wasn’t about to stop now. The man was cute, and Sai was beginning to like him. He watched the man gesture to his own room, and Sai nodded. “Thank you…and that’s interesting…” Sai still didn’t trust the man. Even if he was his roommate, he still needed to build trust in Sai. Sai smiled politely and then nodded, looking in the room. It seemed to already be decorated. He wondered if his room looked any different. He walked in and looked around. “It’s very nice.” He didn’t really know what else to say. He wasn’t very sociable, especially with people h didn’t know. He was always scared that they would try to hurt him or something. He was not about to risk his life. Sure, he could use his power to defend himself, but he didn’t like violence, even though he was good at fighting. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - WORDS: 187 |
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Post by Pierre Antoine Giroux on Apr 16, 2011 16:10:07 GMT -5
I’m told that people like to call us dreamers
Because we won’t ever stop until we’ve done all we can do
There are so many things I haven’t seen
So I’ll look ’till I just can’t look no more
Sai was a jumpy kid, Pierre noted. Like a little mouse, thinking that there was a cat nearby but unsure. Or maybe he thinks that I'm the cat, he mused, smiling a little to himself. He wasn't, of course- just a larger mouse.
He grabbed some of the other bags and carefully set them on Saiyuki's bed, watching as he wandered around. He remembered the first time he had seen the bedrooms- If he wasn't mistaken, he had left his mouth open for so long a fly flew into it. Now he knew, sort of, how the seniors he had shared a room with last year had been laughing at- it was such a stupid face.
Cute, though.
"You can see the grounds from out the window," he pointed out, walking over and brushing the curtains out of the way. "It's a really nice view, especially from up here."
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Post by Saiyuki Takafumi on Apr 16, 2011 16:17:39 GMT -5
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If you do not hope
then you will not find what is beyond your hopes.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Sai nodded, watching the man again as he put his bags onto his bed. He stroked the bag with the picture of his parents and his flute in it, and then continued to look at the room. It seemed really roomy, almost too roomy for only two men. At least, that’s what he assumed at the moment. He liked only having one roommate, if that was the case. Less people to deal with, and he didn’t have to worry about being so self-conscious all the time. He looked over at the window, and then at the man as he pulled back the curtains. He looked out the window and gasped. It was really gorgeous. He put a hand over his mouth, looking at the man and then turning away. He went back over to his bed. He sat down and took out the picture of him, his mother, and his father. He looked at it for a minute, and then at his bag. He then got out his case which held his flute and opened it. He looked at the man after he had gotten it out. “N-Normally I don’t…do this…b-but would you…like to hear me play…?” His voice was still shaky. He himself was shaky, but he didn’t want the other man to notice, so he tried to stop himself. He always got this nervous, but had never let it show. This was a huge step for him. It meant that he was beginning to trust the man. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - WORDS: 249 |
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Post by Pierre Antoine Giroux on Apr 16, 2011 16:37:34 GMT -5
I’m told that people like to call us dreamers
Because we won’t ever stop until we’ve done all we can do
There are so many things I haven’t seen
So I’ll look ’till I just can’t look no more
Scratch that. The kid was like an adorably awkward puppy. An adorably awkward puppy that was omigoshsocute when he did that thing with the eyes and the hand over his mouth and-
Pierre mentally slapped himself. He didn't even know the kid yet. Geez. He looked out at the ground himself for a moment, to calm down. It really was beautiful here on this island- he loved watching the sun rise on the ocean in the morning, the entire campus basking in the warm orange-pink light.
He turned away but stayed where he was, leaning again the curtains bunched up behind him. The kid was looking a photograph- probably of his family, or his girlfriend, or both. Lucky kid if he could look at his family so happily- unlucky Pierre if it was a girlfriend.
Sai put down the photo. Pierre tilted his head to one side until he saw that the little Japanese boy had gotten out his flute. "Yeah," Pierre said in response. "That would be great."
And then the other new kid walked in.
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