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Post by james thomas leroy on Jan 14, 2011 19:16:51 GMT -5
James took the long way back to his room, if only to avoid having to spend more time there. He knew to expect his roommate to be there but that didn't matter. The last one had been fun for a while but James was glad he had left. There was took much wrong with the match. They understood each other and this was a problem.
Also, James had killed and mutilated the boy's precious birds.. So that didn't end well. It didn't matter, that annoying douche was gone now and James would get a new pet roommate to play with as soon as he got back to his room.
He wondered what this guy would be like then quickly decided that it didn't matter one bit. He would take the time to figure him out and go from there. The usual mission to gain a better understanding. He just hoped the guy wasn't the type to go through other people's stuff because the things James had in his notebooks were kind of disturbing. Detailed diagrams of his dissections and even detailed accounts of just how long you can keep an animal alive when you cut into it, careful to avoid letting it bleed out.. There was more of course but James supposed it didn't matter if the guy had the decency to keep out of his stuff.
Approaching the door, James placed a fake but believable smile in place as he enter. "Hey," he said, still smiling as he noticed the blonde. "I'm James," he said introducing himself as he entered and shut the door behind him.
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Post by maxxie nolan winters on Jan 16, 2011 15:33:22 GMT -5
Maxxie walked to his room from the cafeteria. He wasn't hungry, but he forced himself to eat a bag of chips, because if he didn't eat he would be cranky and grouchy, and he thought he would spare his roommate from that. He left his bag in the room just as he first walked in not too long earlier. He only wanted to go to his room to meet his roommate earlier. Now he needed to go to his room to attempt unpacking his large bags that held his belongings.
Maxxie wondered who his roommate was as he walked down the hall that his room was in. His past two years he didn't have a roommate that he knew, and didn't like his previous roommates either. His first was completely insane. Always throwing maxxie's stuff around, and he was a pyromaniac, or so Maxxie thought. His second roommate was a sex addict. That Maxxie didn't mind, but he brought different girls, guys, and who knew what else into their room to hook up. Their room was a constant orgy room, and that is what Maxxie didn't like. Hopefully his new roommate was tolerable.
As he walked into his room, Maxxie started putting some shirts into an empty drawer. Wow, unpacking was the biggest bore in his life. He looked into his bag and saw a football shaped stress reliver. One of his former counselors gave it to him as a therapy. Maxxie held it into his hands and laid down on his bed. He tossed the ball at the ceiling and caught it, repeating the pattern.
The door opened and Maxxie caught the ball and sat upright quickly. Was this his roommate? He had not seen him before--no surprise-- but he looked slightly familiar. "Hey James, I'm Maxxie," Maxxie said holding out a hand, not sure what else to do to the boy. |
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Post by james thomas leroy on Jan 16, 2011 19:14:53 GMT -5
Moving over to his desk, James placed his book down, taking his eyes away from the blonde for a while. He would have preferred to continue to stare at him a moment longer, taking in whatever details he could. Things like the way he stood or sat or spoke, what he appeared to pay attention to, any gestures or emotions etc. James had a natural urge to collect information but wanting to appear normal, he knew that staring was not an option. It would at the very least be a little off-putting and he wanted to put his new room mate at ease.. for now.
James had always been quiet neat. Everything from his hair to his shoe laces were in order. His bed was always perfectly made. At his desk, the pens were in their pen holder at the corner, his books were neatly stacked and labelled and everything on his side of the room seemed to have its place. In fact one might thing he had OCD. Though knowing that this might be one of the first things this guy might have noticed after entering the room, James decided to run with it and use that as his reason for being here. Unfortunately he knew chances were that he could only pass for having mild OCD while intermittent explosive disorder seemed more of a perfect fit.
James had seen the boy before but he preferred to keep to himself, at least 5 people knew that there was something strange about him, that he wasn't quite right but James had lately taken to appearing normal as much as possible. He didn't like people knowing to be suspicious of his actions, it put a dent in most of his plans and he didn't need that.
"Nice to meet you Maxxie," he said, moving over to shake the boy's hand. The smile returned again, it seemed like the thing to do. Moving back to his side of the room, James sat at his desk, "Still unpacking?" he asked, deciding to start a nice little conversation and see where that went.
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Post by maxxie nolan winters on Feb 1, 2011 10:58:50 GMT -5
The awkward silence filled the room. Maxxie noticed the boy cross to the other side and sit down at his desk. What was Maxxie supposed to do? Follow the boy like a desperate tag along-- checking his roommate to make sure he wasn't a total creeper? IN a school like this though, everybody was a creeper wheather you wanted them to be or not.
Maxxie sighed deeply and fumbled around with his hands. He wasn't in the mood to unpack anymore, and he didn't care if his clothes got unpacked completely anyways. "Actually, I don't care if these clothes get unpacked or not," Maxxie answered his roommate.
Maxxie looked over to the unpacked clothes and grabbed one of his jackets. In the pocket he searched around for a specific item. When his hand grabbed it Maxxie sighed a sigh of relief. The watch. Silver watch with a little bit of gold here and there. This watch was Maxxie's favorite stolen good from his time here at Hawthorne, and if he didn't have access to alcohol having the watch seemed to calm him down. But the watch didn't give him the best social skills.
Maxxie had no idea what to say to James to fill the silent void in the room. He wasn't anti-social, he just was not a good conversation starter--while he was sober, but Maxxie needed to get over himself if he didn't want to have a bad time with his new roommate. "So James, what are you in here for?" Maxxie winched as he asked the question. That wasn't a question many people started conversation with here at the school.
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Post by james thomas leroy on Feb 2, 2011 4:15:51 GMT -5
James glanced up immediately when the boy said he wouldn't unpacked, he turned to look at the suitcase then back at the boy. Yes, he could definitely work some level of OCD behavior into the mix, and it wouldn't even require any effort.
James watched out of the corner of his eye as the boy seemed to grab something out of his jacket. A watch..? Interesting. It must be of some importance to him.. Noted. James would keep that piece of information should he ever need it.
James glanced at his desk when the guy asked what he was here for. James thought about it for a moment. 'I'm here because I tried to kill my family and just yesterday I stabbed a girl without a second though' somehow didn't sound like it would go down well.
"Um.. Mild OCD and anger issues," he said, not looking at Maxxie, instead he stayed staring at his desk, correcting a book that was about a millimeter out of whack and tilting his head a little to see if it looked perfect. He always kept his things in neat perfect order so OCD was something he could definitely work with. It didn't have to be extreme and hell, to some degree one could argue he did have a bit of that.
"Why are you here?" he asked. Addiction and anger were the more common afflictions in this place. Out of about 60 there were only 4 with his condition. Cameron was fine so far. She was useful to him and that was enough. Aleks he absolutely hated, perhaps because they were so similar in so many ways yet so vastly different in enough ways for it to be an issue. Finally, there was Leo who didn't really count. He had a much milder version of what they had and thus barely registered on James' scale.
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