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Post by fritzi on Aug 7, 2011 13:22:58 GMT -5
Gilbert kicked open the door of dorm 302, where he was supposed to be staying for the year. It's plain, like any other dorm room, with two beds on opposite sides. So only two people to a dorm, eh? Gilbert's not so sure whether this is an improvement to the four per dorm he had gotten used to back in Germany. Guess it all depends on whoever his roomie is.
There's a window right in between the two beds and the Prussian threw his bags at the bed he thought would get the least sunlight in the morning. Next he jumped on the bed, landing on his back, hands under his head.
He could hear other boys coming into their respective dorms. Some of them must have been here before, with the way they talked so openly. Maybe Gilbert should go out and meet some new people, you know, have them be the first to know of the awesome albino. but he was tired after trying to merge a whole bunch of blood objects he had brought with him on the plane ride, and he didn't want to miss a chance to see who his roommate was.
Speaking of blood objects... Gilbert zipped open one of his bags and smiled as he pulled out a sword, crimson red all over. It's a bit crude in design, but it was a good length and functional. Heh, why hadn't he thought of using previously manipulated blood to make one of these before? It could've saved him from having to cut himself so many times and it would've made him look less emo too.
Still lying down on the bed, he started to swing the sword around absentmindedly and accidentally slashed at the wall, leaving a long streak. Oops. Gilbert looked at it for a moment then laughed before playing around with the sword some more. Well, there's going to be a whole lot more of these by the end of the year.
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Post by meadowlark on Aug 7, 2011 18:55:03 GMT -5
Roderich checked his dorm room assignment again as he made his way up the stairs. He kept close to the wall, trying to draw as little attention as possible and avoid contact as much as he could. He struggled with the suitcase he had, it was good-sized and rather unwieldy for a boy of his size. He finally reached his floor and saw his door. He’d almost reached it when someone ran into him, sending him stumbling against it. Great.
Finally getting the door open and getting inside the room, the young Austrian looked around. His violet gaze rested on the boy he assumed was his roommate. He was very pale and had even paler hair. And, Gott was that a sword? This was looking less and less promising by the moment.
He brushed a lock of hair away from his forehead and cautiously moved over to the other bed, setting his bag on it and considering the layout of the room. It was plain, but that was quite alright, two beds, two dressers, a decently sized window. It could be pleasant, if his roommate was.
Roderich’s violet eyes darted to the other boy. “Hello,” he murmured, walking around his bed to be nearer the dresser, and instinctively putting space between himself and the other.
He turned his focus to his luggage, seeing about getting it unpacked into the small dresser on his side of the room. He glanced around as he worked, his eyes lighting on the streak over the other boy’s bed and then moving to the sword in his hand. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know.
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Post by fritzi on Aug 8, 2011 9:54:26 GMT -5
Gilbert almost didn't hear the quiet murmur of hello, but he did, and he sat up on the bed to see whoever this roommate of his was, "Oh hey there man," he smiled, "The name's Gilbert." He would offer a high five or something of the sort if it wasn't obvious that the other wanted some space between them. He was short, his roommate, with a bit of a pale complexion and brown, almost black, hair.
He thought he noticed an uncertain look at the sword. Oh, so was that it? Gilbert held it with both hands so that one was on the handle and the blade was resting on the other hand, "You looking at this baby here? Made it with my own blood and sweat. Literally," he smirked, "...Well, not the sweat part, but this is all 100% blood. Pretty easy too." If easy meant simple, that is. Sure it took up about half the plane ride to get it right and it made him so exhausted that he slept through the rest of the plane trip and the bus ride here, but no one needs to know that. Certainly not someone he had just met.
Seeing the other work on his luggage reminded Gilbert that he should probably start unpacking too. He picked up one of his bags and started shoving some of the clothes in his dresser, "So..." he said, trying to think of something to break the awkward silence, "Where'd you come from?"
(short reply is short OTL)
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Post by meadowlark on Aug 8, 2011 12:58:02 GMT -5
Roderich offered the other boy a flickering smile, knowing he should at least offer to shake his hand, but not quite sure he was willing to come around from the side of his bed where he had retreated to, “Roderich Edelstein.” He adjusted his glasses, looking the other over again. He couldn’t be sure, but he thought he might be a little bit taller than Roderich was himself. It wouldn’t have surprised him if he was.
He carefully moved his violin case from his bed to the top of his dresser and pulled a couple of music books out of his carry-on suitcase before returning to unpacking his clothes. His gaze darted to the blade at the explanation. “You made that out of-of blood?” Setting some shirts in the second drawer of his dresser he scanned over the other boy again, “Where on earth did you get that much blood? You’re not hurt are you?” If he was Roderich was definitely holding off on the handshake. Even gloved.
As Gilbert got to his feet, Roderich filed away the fact that the other was a good two inches taller than he was. Ah well, it was to be expected. He finished unpacking his carryon as he answered the question posed, “Wien, Österreich.” He realized he’d answered in German and quickly corrected himself, “Vienna, Austria. And you?” He thought he might have heard a Germanic accent, but he couldn’t be sure, he was always bad at placing those.
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Post by fritzi on Aug 9, 2011 11:05:53 GMT -5
Oh look, was that a violin case that Gilbert saw? Well that's just great. The guy's probably one of those people who do a whole lot of classical music shit- orchestras, festivals, competitions, and whatnot. He frowned, doubting that his new roommate was one of those rare rock electric violinists. Mental note: buy (or make) some good earplugs. Or just get a good speaker to drown out the music with his own.
Gilbert smirked at the boy's- Roderich's- reaction. Most people would be too freaked out and assume that the blood came from someone else so they wouldn't go asking if he's hurt. But still, the questions weren't all that surprising, "Ah don't worry, the blood's all old and used before. Most of it's from incidents here and there the past year or two." He did have to use some fresh blood though, to make sure everything adhered correctly, but that was minimal, "Oh, just so you know," he rolled up both sleeves to show a myriad of cuts, "These cuts didn't happen cause I'm emo. Just that I'm not allowed to use other people's blood most of the time." he said with a pout.
"Berlin, Deutschland. Or Preußen, which is obviously better." He said, without correcting himself in English. Roderich was from Austria and definitely knew German, so why bother? Sucks that his roommate would understand everything he says, though. Especially the cursing. Things were starting to get more unfavorable by the minute.
The Prussian finished up putting all the shirts in the second drawer and moved onto the bottom, pants, leaving the top drawer for last, "You know what I can do now, make stuff out of blood. How about you? It's alright if it's not as awesome, I'm used to that." he said haughtily. Unless the kid could change reality itself, he doubted that the Austrian's alice was nearly as awesome as his.
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Post by meadowlark on Aug 9, 2011 14:32:08 GMT -5
Roderich finished unpacking his suitcase and turned his attention to his carry-on. He saw the look at his violin case, but kept his mouth quiet about it. He’d have to find somewhere or sometime he could practice without disturbing anyone, always best to get off on a better foot than that. His only hope was that if his roommate liked music it was something decent. He had a pretty wide tolerance for music, but some genres were not something he could stand. His ears were also rather sharp and used to quieter music. That wasn’t to say he couldn’t handle louder styles, he just preferred the be kept turned down at least a bit.
His violet gaze flickered over as the other boy rolled up his sleeves, “Good to know. So you use blood to craft things.” Wonderful. He had a roommate who was constantly injured, or semi-constantly. The Austrian sighed, shaking his head very slightly. This was going to be absolutely wonderful. Damn it. At least, as far as he could tell, Gilbert wasn’t injured currently which was a relief.
When Gilbert answered his question regarding his origins, Roderich smiled slightly, “Deutschland. Sehr gut.” So he had pinpointed the accent correctly. It would be a bit of a pain having his roommate understand everything he said, but on the other hand it also meant he didn’t have to translate whenever he forgot to use English instead of his native tongue.
Oh, wonderful. A roommate with an ego too big for him, and whose Alice required injury. This just got better and better by the moment. The smaller boy considered how to answer and then shrugged slightly, “I can heal people. If I touch them their wounds go away. I don’t know about sicknesses, though, I’m not sure I want to try that.” The other boy could say what he wished, Roderich was content with his Alice, or would be if he could get full mastery over it.
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