I'm with Counter Attack, I don't think they should be segregated. That sounds like fun though, could defiently cost a problem in the future
Saint Poemandres Boarding School
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I really don't care either way about the dorm rooms, but I'm still looking for a roommate, if anyone's interested.
Roomies?
"Hey, relax, Sven. I'm sure Sam will eventually understand you," Rochelle assured him. "And hey, I've got my own problems. You see that centaur with the black eyes earlier? Shrewgrass. I hate drugs, and sometimes users." She shuddered. "The idea of becoming addicted to something that destroys you from the inside..."
Alright, I'll go for it so. 
Dillon felt someone tap his shoulder lightly, and turned around to see a middle-aged woman holding a clipboard marked 'Dorm Assignments'. "Hello there, I'm one of the professors here. Have you been assigned a dorm yet, dear?"
Dillon shook his head. "No, not yet. I just got in the door now."
The woman smiled in a motherly fashion. "That's okay. Just give me your name and I'll see where we can put you."
"It's Dillon Feidhelm." he said, peering over the edge of the clipboard trying to sneak a look.
"Feidhelm.......Feidhelm..." she muttered, running her finger down the list. "Ah, here we go! Dillon Feidhelm, dorm 358H - that's on the seventh floor, dear. Here's your key"
She handed him the key and Dillon nodded. "Okay, I'll head straight up, if that's okay. I'm feeling kind of tired."
The professor smiled again. "By all means, go ahead. Just make sure you make it down in time for dinner."
Dillon turned, calling "Okay, thank you!" over his shoulder as he made his way towards the stairs, thinking to himself. "I wonder if I have a roommate? Dammit, I should've asked..."
The journey up the seven flights of stairs was gruelling with all of his bags in tow, but eventually he found himself standing at the door. He slid the key into the lock and opened the door. The area inside was a bit dull-looking, but Dillon quite liked it overall. At least it had an entertainment system, and wasn't the boring white and cream decor he usually found in schools.
He could see two rooms and he made his way over to one of them, only to notice that there were already bags inside. "So I do have a roommate..."
He dragged his bags into the other room and threw them at the end of the bed. This room was identical to the other room, and he couldn't help being impressed by the view from the large window. Finally feeling the tiredness catch up with him, he threw himself down onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. "I wonder what they're like..."
Cornelius dragged himself to his room,he collapsed on the bed.
Another chance at getting a new friend,and you blow it because of fear and chance.
Cornelius sighed.
And tommorrow you'll say it's because you think she wasn't worth it...
Cornelius fell asleep,the Dance had taken a lot out of him.
Another chance at getting a new friend,and you blow it because of fear and chance.
Cornelius sighed.
And tommorrow you'll say it's because you think she wasn't worth it...
Cornelius fell asleep,the Dance had taken a lot out of him.
Goodbye
Oh, jeeze, tough choice. Well, I suppose since lycan responded first, I should give him first dibs.
"Yeah, I know what you mean." Sven looked at the time. "Crap. Well, I'd better try to find my dorm before it gets dark. See you later." And with that, Sven made his way to where he thought the skeleton man (Nate, maybe?) told them the dorms were.
Why not both of us? I'm sure we can fit three people in one dorm...
"See you," Rochelle said. She moved to a nearby wall and leaned against it, with little to do now that Sven had left.
That would work nicely, if nobody else had any objections to that arrangement.
When Sven finally made it to the dormitories and saw a middle-age woman holding a clipboard.
"Excuse me, miss, but could you tell me what room I'm supposed to be staying in? It's Sven Torgerson, T-O-R-G-E-R-S-O-N." Sven usually spelled out his last name when dealing with people holding clipboards, just in case they can't find it.
"Mm-hmm. Ah, here you are, room 219. You must have gotten lucky or something."
"Uh, thanks." Sven wondered what she meant by that.
Carolina?s camera beeped, warning her she was running low on space again. ?Eh, it?s getting a little late anyways. Might as well head on up back to my room,? she thought before pulling herself away from the lakes edge. She had been sitting there, just listening to the wind for the past ten minutes or so and was upset that she had to leave already. Making her way up the stairs wasn?t as hard without her bags but was still going to be physically demanding everyday. She felt her heart stop for a moment when she realized she had left her key inside the room. She had no way in. Praying that her roommate was already there, she knocked on the door feeling foolish for already having forgotten her key.
At this point I'm assuming Sven's already headed to the dorm room.
Rochelle pushed her way to the front of the sign-up tables, grabbed a map and worked her way out of the main hall.
Ten minutes later she had taken three wrong turns and met two half-elf brothers who had tried to hit on her, but she eventually made it to the woman with the clipboard. "Hi, I'm Rochelle Novassa."
The woman perused her clipboard for a long time, during which Rochelle got another Bon Jovi number stuck in her head. Halfway through the second chorus the woman looked up and smiled, showing long fangs. Rochelle shivered in her mind, remembering the vampire attack.
"Here we are. Novassa, Rochelle Isabelle, angel. You're in room 219," she said, handing her a silver key.
"Thanks," Rochelle said as she took the key, picked up her suitcases and headed down the hall, singing You Give Love A Bad Name to herself.
Sorry, James_Sunderland. I just took my computer to repairs to get it a new ventilator, so my computer usage is limited.
"Well, I don't know. What do you want to play?" he enquired, taking a seat nearby, and putting down his bags next to him.
But i have been unable to post since Friday, and have thus fallen behind. I insert Jon here very little knowledge of whats already happened, and I'll blame his incation on the change, which is explained below...
Jon shook his head, trying to clear away the confusion, which hung around him like a tangible force. His teacher had warned him, but he had not realized how swift and harsh the change would be. The combined effects of magical withdrawal and metaphorical jet lag caused by the change in routine (who the hell allows the sun to dictate his sleeping patterns?) was disorientating him hugley
Through the haze, he heard music.
"Shot through the heart, and you're to blame"
Unfocused, he could not keep his glamor under control, and was unable to resist completing the line, in perfect tune
"Darlin, you give love a bad name!" he cried, then realized he had just sung in someone face without out provocation.
"I'm sorry," he said, grinning through the haze, "I couldn't help myself. Uh, my names Jon, whats yours?"
As he spoke, he was aware of his glamor reaching out, and he tried to force it down
"Actually dudes, I'm getting pretty tired. Let's go see what's what for digs!" he said, flicking out his pipe and dragging deep.
"You know, as illegal as Shrewgrass is, smoking it on school grounds is just plain stupid." a voice came from the opposite end of the hall. Max tilted his head to see where it was coming from.
A weary looking man was standing at the opposite end of the hall. He had half moon spectacles that hid enquiring eyes, which stared directly at the Max's group. He was wearing what appeared to be a monks robe, which fell gracefully behind him. His ears told Max he was an elf, pointed sharply up. He had long, graying brown hair, which looked tattered and mangled. He was standing with a key in his hand.
Max looked up and smiled. "You know, I've never gotten why it is illegal. Grass is a love drug. I can garuntee that if all my people smoked it, they wouldn't be known as the Invisible worlds version of a butter sandwich." he laughed, still dragging deeply.
Oddly, the man smiled. He walked over to the group and looked at them.
"Let's see." he said, eyeing them all up individually. "We have a Grasshead Centaur who likes the sound of his own voice..." he turned to Sam, easily being dwarfed by the demons imposing size. "...a Demon who probably has a an ego roughly the size of this school and..." he said, finally turning to Nathan "...Skeletor." he finished smiling.
"I'm Professor Pilate D'Gass. Yeah. I think you three fit together perfectly. Here's your key." said, dropping the key into Max's waiting hand.
Max looked at the simple key. A tag read 350. He looked up to thank the Professor, but he'd already made his way halfway down the hall.
"He seems pretty chill." Max said, brightening. "Come on guys, let's kick it!"
He made his way to the stairs, trotting at a steady pace.
"You know, as illegal as Shrewgrass is, smoking it on school grounds is just plain stupid." a voice came from the opposite end of the hall. Max tilted his head to see where it was coming from.
A weary looking man was standing at the opposite end of the hall. He had half moon spectacles that hid enquiring eyes, which stared directly at the Max's group. He was wearing what appeared to be a monks robe, which fell gracefully behind him. His ears told Max he was an elf, pointed sharply up. He had long, graying brown hair, which looked tattered and mangled. He was standing with a key in his hand.
Max looked up and smiled. "You know, I've never gotten why it is illegal. Grass is a love drug. I can garuntee that if all my people smoked it, they wouldn't be known as the Invisible worlds version of a butter sandwich." he laughed, still dragging deeply.
Oddly, the man smiled. He walked over to the group and looked at them.
"Let's see." he said, eyeing them all up individually. "We have a Grasshead Centaur who likes the sound of his own voice..." he turned to Sam, easily being dwarfed by the demons imposing size. "...a Demon who probably has a an ego roughly the size of this school and..." he said, finally turning to Nathan "...Skeletor." he finished smiling.
"I'm Professor Pilate D'Gass. Yeah. I think you three fit together perfectly. Here's your key." said, dropping the key into Max's waiting hand.
Max looked at the simple key. A tag read 350. He looked up to thank the Professor, but he'd already made his way halfway down the hall.
"He seems pretty chill." Max said, brightening. "Come on guys, let's kick it!"
He made his way to the stairs, trotting at a steady pace.
PILATE! OMG! Also, we might be on the same floor. Ain't you lucky? :')
Dillon was stirred from his daydreaming by a knock on the door. He rolled sideways off the bed, landing heavily on the floor. "Shit that hurt..." he muttered quietly, before calling out to whoever was outside. "Yeah, hang on - I'm coming!"
He got to his feet and walked out into the living area and headed towards the door. Opening the latch, he pulled open the door to see a girl about his age, maybe a little older, standing outside looking slightly embarrassed. She was quite pale, with streaks of colour running through her strawberry-blonde hair.
"Um, hi..." he said with an awkward smile. "I guess we're roommates. I'm Dillon, nice to meet you."
He got to his feet and walked out into the living area and headed towards the door. Opening the latch, he pulled open the door to see a girl about his age, maybe a little older, standing outside looking slightly embarrassed. She was quite pale, with streaks of colour running through her strawberry-blonde hair.
"Um, hi..." he said with an awkward smile. "I guess we're roommates. I'm Dillon, nice to meet you."
I'm going out now, so I won't be able to post for a while. Feel free to take over my character if you need to.
Cornelius woke when he heard people approaching the room,the door was opening.
I guess I don't have my sister this year...
Cornelius sighed and stood up,he dusted off his suit,taking off his aviators and his fedora,and waited for the approaching group.
I guess I don't have my sister this year...
Cornelius sighed and stood up,he dusted off his suit,taking off his aviators and his fedora,and waited for the approaching group.
Nathan followed Max up the winding staircase, the architecture around him would normally cause his mouth to drop in amazement up instead he simply gazed around him with a sense of wonder.
"Wow...they must have used magic to construct some of these. Look at those angles! It would be impossible for a normal construction...and I'm sure this is no normal stone. Look at the way it glimmers in the light and the coolness along with the silver color. No stone has those proprieties "
He laughed, embarrassed at his sudden assessment of the architecture
"Wow...they must have used magic to construct some of these. Look at those angles! It would be impossible for a normal construction...and I'm sure this is no normal stone. Look at the way it glimmers in the light and the coolness along with the silver color. No stone has those proprieties "
He laughed, embarrassed at his sudden assessment of the architecture