Two of a Kind [Luke]

[james thomas leroy]

James sat on his bed, the mid morning sun pouring into the room through open blinds. He could see the lines that the shadows formed and he could even make out some of the movements from the leaves and branches of the trees outside. It was strangely therapeutic for a moment before a crash rudely forced him out of his quiet space. Angrily banging against the wall, James stood up from the bed. The guys next door were really starting to get on his nerves.

A Saturday was suppose to be used to relax but instead, this day had been filled with one disruption after another. Rummaging through his drawers, James pulled out one of his notebooks. He was incredibly fond of his 'experiments' and would often claim that it was all in the name of science when it fact it was just part of his sick twisted sadistic imagination.

One thing he enjoyed doing was torturing small animals, hearings their cries only fueled his interest. He would even go as far as to dissect them after but all this was carefully noted in his books. There were paragraphs all written and described from an objective stand point and there were even detailed diagrams of various parts of each animal. He learned a lot and science was something he excelled at. That and history but history was strictly an interest not something he would go far to research.

No one seemed to understand though. The boy only wanted to learn and explore while others seemed to think it was wrong of him, that he was broken some how when he takes Suzie's bunny from its cage and cuts into it. No, that was their problem. If they didn't understand him then they weren't worth his time. Sitting back down on his bed, James rested against the headboard as he reviewed his notes.

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Luke made his way up towards the dorms. A counselor in front of him was ranting on about rules and how this place was now his new home. His messy hair stuck out behind him as his sleep deprived eyes scanned his surrounding. To him, this wasn't a home, just another place to play. A brand new playground.

His expression was blank, no emotion or look of curiosity. Just boredom. As he walked the counselor stopped and turned in front of a door after going up a bit of stairs. The number on it read 1. Luke set his bird cage down next to his rolling suitcase. His arm raised as he started to scratch his head. "Interesting." his voice was a lot deeper then one would think would come out of his small frame. Picking up the cage he looked at the counselor once more as she spoke. "Now you'll be sharing a dorm with James, he's a senior and we'll be able to show you the ropes. Now here is your key and we hope you have a good stay here at Hawthorwne"

With that she walked away leaving a key in the door. Taking the key he gave it a bit of a twist. With a click he knew the door had unlocked. Using only the tips of his fingers he pressed it open before grasping the handle of his suitcase. It didn't take long for him to put on a fake smile, as he closed the door behind him. "Hello." He said with a grin.

Walking over he placed the birds on his desk and turned to look at the one called 'James'. He was a big on indeed. You could tell even by the way he was sitting, and from what he could see, he actually reviewed the things that went into class. He picked up his suitcase and placed it on his bed.

[james thomas leroy]

James heard voices outside but ignored it for the moment. He continued looking over his notes, running his pen down the page as he went over each line. When the door opened James took his time before glancing up to see who it was. New guy, great. He wondered if he'd have to put on an act but something seemed familiar and a little off about this guy.

It took a moment but James eventually had a guess as to what it was. He knew it because he did it too. The guy was faking it and the only reason he was aware of it was because he paid so much attention to people and emotions in order to learn how to fake it himself.

"Hello," James said with a warm smile back at the new guy. "Doesn't this get annoying after a while?" he asked, still smiling thought the words didn't seem to match up with his tone and smile and would have raised alarms for anyone listening in. Still, that was the point. "I won't fake it if you don't," he told the stranger switching back to indifference before quiet chirping caught his attention.

"Nice birds," James said. His face not revealing any emotion as he dropped his book down as he stared at the little distractions in a cage. The first thought that popped into his head was how badly he wanted to get his knife and open that cage and pull one out gently, letting it have a false sense of security..

Getting up out of bed, James moved quietly across to the desk and sat in the chair and watched the birds closely. He didn't particularly care that their owner was in the room. He tapped a finger lightly against the metal of the caged and he watched on, barely blinking. "Do they have names?" he asked, it was difficult to know what it was James was thinking the only thing that showed through in his intense stare was a hint of interest but his intentions remained a mystery for now.

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Saito looked over letting his smile fall back into an indifferent look. He cocked his head to he side as the other boy had continued to talk. Interesting, there seemed to be another just like him. Turning back around he started to unzip his suitcase before slowly removing a few items of clothing and putting them into what seemed to be his dresser.

As he moves over he heard a clang on the cage and looked over at the boy. James he believed she had said his name was. Not that he much cared for names. Names were as unimportant as letters. After all, if we grew up being told a car was called a rose, that would be what we thought it was. But that was just his views on things. One of many opinions.

"No, They don't have names." He said looking at James' eyes. He knew those eyes, they were the same as his when he found something interesting. But they were also the eyes of a predator. Saito remembered reading in some book that predators could sense one each other, kinda like a who can I mess with type of thing. "But what ever it is your thinking of doing, don't bother, as for any other animal you have a sick fantasy about, do what you like." He said waving a hand over his shoulder as he picked out his alarm clock.

Saito did have a fondness for animals. Perhaps something his father had bestowed onto him. It was really unimportant. All he knew was that those were his birds. He had had them for quite a time now, and he had grown fond of them more so then any other animal. So he had made sure to take the proper measurements to ensure their safety. Not that James needed to know that.

Placing it on a desk, he walked back and unzipped the bag which still had a few contents inside. He proceeded to place it under his bed before hoping on his own and turning around. He never actually sat any where, it was more like a kneel. He would stand on he balls of his feet before crouching down much like a gargoyle. He then places his right hand on his knee and his left with his thumb sticking out right in front of his mouth. This place had just gotten a lot more interesting then the old ward he had been stuck in.