<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Character: Amaranth "Mara" Lussu (Calling her "Mara" would be easier on me and her room mate. :) ) Day : 40th Month : Tria Year : 81378 Clothes: Black large flare cargos, white tank-top, black beanie, black jelly bracelets, black skating shoes (think.. Vans, without the "V" on the side), and her usual saftey pin earrings. Time: Early afternoon.. couple of hours after lunch. <span style='color:Red'>Also, here's your fair warning.. Amaranth has a tendency to curse. A lot. If you're not into that, I wouldn't recommend being her room mate.</span> </td></tr></table> Amaranth walked down the hall of the school dormitories, kicking her bag. A couple of 'dragons looked outside of thier door to see what the noise was, so she stopped, and flung the bag over her back. As she was walking, one of her saftey pins came undone, and got caught in her beanie. <span style='color:orange'>"Ow.. Damnit."</span>, she muttered under her breath. Mara dropped her bag and fixed her earring. After she had adjusted it, she slung the bag back over her shoulder and continued walking. It was getting a bit hard to walk, since her pants covered her shoes completely. She shuffled into the hall of her dorm and dropped her bag again and searched in her pants for her key. The only problem was, she couldn't find it. <span style='color:orange'>"Shit."</span> she said finally after searching her 5+ pockets atleast three times. Mara sighed. Today wasn't her day she assumed, as she got up using the wall for support. As she was though, something sharp pricked her foot. After jumping around numerous times and muttering under her breath, she steadied herself on one foot and pulled the key out. Amaranth laughed at herself a bit at she threw her things a bed, and did the same thing with her tired body. Mara sighed again, pulled the beanie over her eyes and put her arms behind her head.She played with her silver tounge studs. <span style='color:orange'>"Guess I just lay here and wait."</span> she said talking to the inside of her hat.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> Character: Sylverstryx Rymapumkaj It'd probably be easier to just shorten his name, but i'll leave it up to you what you wana call him. ;) Clothing: tight black t-shirt, dark gray cargo pants, oversized black hoodie, red and black bandanna and armsocks, black sneakers, yellow and black goggles, eclectic assortment of piercings and jewelry</td></tr></table> Sylverstryx half shuffled, half crashed down the hall, staggering under the weight of the three heavy bags he was carrying. The largest bag was firmly strapped to his back. 'Firmly' as in the straps that crossed his chest were tight enough to be cutting off her air supply. He dragged another bag behind him, his right hand firmly entagled in the shoulder strap. The straps of the third, and compairitivly smaller bag, were tightly clenched between his teeth. Their combined dead weight was <span style='color:red'>'-like dragging around a couple of dead bodies, up a muddy hill, in the rain.'</span> He thought bitterly. The smooth linoleum of the floor was a mixed blessing, it made dragging his bags along much easier, but at the same time, the nearly completely worn away treads on his sneakers got nearly no grip. The shrill shriek of the rubber soles against the newly cleaned floor sent harsh needles of pain jolting through his head, agrivating his already large hangover. His one free hand had the daunting task of searching through his dozen or so pockets, fighting past velcros, zippers and buckles on it's quest to find his dorm key. Stry's progress alogn the hall was further hindered by the fact that his bandanna was doing sweet-fuck-all to keep his bangs out of his eyes. By the time he had reached the door to his assigned dorm room, he was tired, thirsty, and majorly pissed. He used his shoe to bang loudly on the door frame. And then immediately regretted it has his head throbbed painfully. <span style='color:red'>"Anyone home?!"</span> he half shouted, half yelped, becoming completely entagled in his luggage as he crossed the threshold. He lurched forward, landing on his ribcage in a pile of black. <span style='color:red'>"Fuck it."</span> he muttered hoarsly, winded by his fall.
Amaranth peaked out from under her black beanie to look at the heap of pendragon and bags on the floor. Her not being one to give a shit what other's think of her, she took off her beanie and threw it at the 'dragons barely visible head.<span style='color:orange'> "Aren't dead are you?" </span>she asked, only slightly concerned. After she heard the faint mutter of a curse word, she started to heave the bags off of his body, and sat them on the spare bed. She shuffled into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of water. With a light kick, she sent it rolling across the floor at him. <span style='color:orange'>"Here drink that." </span>as she said getting herself a bottle and sitting back on her bed, leaned over and watching him.
Sylverstryx, flipped over onto his back. <span style='color:red'>"If I were dead," </span>he grumbled, groping blindly for the bottle, <span style='color:red'>"My head wouldn't hurt so fucking bad."</span> As hs hand continued it's search, it came into contact with a forgein object. He grabbed it and held it infront of his eyes, squinting hard at it. He propped himself up on one elbow to get a better look at it, but it still took his brain a few moments to figure out what the hell it was. <span style='color:red'>"Beanie?"</span> he said, staring at it blankly, <span style='color:red'>"I think this is yours."</span> he said, chucking it in the female's general direction. Stryx pulled himself up into a sitting position, and grabbed the bottle of water from the floor. He drained it in a few large gulps, then chucked the empty bottle onto the bed his bags had been deposited onto. <span style='color:red'>"Meh, thanks, I needed that."</span> he said, turning to look at the other 'dragon. <span style='color:red'>"What the hell are you lookin' at?"</span> he asked when he saw she was watching him.
Mara caught the beanie with her teeth and cocked her eyebrow. She spit it out on her bed. <span style='color:orange'>"Touchy, touchy.." </span>she smirked. <span style='color:orange'>"Just amazed you made it up here with all those bags alive is all."</span> She got up and grabbed the bottle off of his bed and kicked it against the wall, and smiled when it landed in the trash can. <span style='color:orange'>"You're welcome." </span>she said finally. <span style='color:orange'>"So.."</span>, she asked as she sat on the ground Indian-style across from him. <span style='color:orange'>"What's you're name?"</span>. She turned around and looked up on the bedspread and grabbed a candy bar out of her bag. She broke it in half and swallowed her's whole as she offered him the other part.
OOC: Thought I might join in =] I have 7 characters after all. Name: Achillies (based on the greek warrior) Tharsus Clothing and looks: A dark leather jacket, tight leather pants, large leather boots...yes peoples he has become a rock star =D (I need to update his profile lol, he's changed) He has long blond hair and his fur is light grey. His eyes are grey as well. He has a tattoo of a dragon on his back, one of a sword on his ankle and one of his guitar on his leg. He has a pierced lip, nose, and all down his ears. Shorter Name: Chill Personality and other stuff: Well after he found out he was revieved from the gods, he decided to become a rock star for some reason. He swears, drinks, does drugs and doesn't give a crap about anyone except his friends. Oh and he has a australian type accent lol. He plays guitar too lol. He is a heavy drinker and such a badass. Look out lol. A knock came on the door. <span style='color:yellow'>"Hey I heared you guys need a fuckin' roomie?"</span> he said boldly. He shifted his head and leaned against the door. He took a puff of his ciggarette before putting it out on the carpet.
<span style='color:red'>"Meh, name's Sylverstryx Rymapumkaj,"</span> he snorted, <span style='color:red'>"but if you value your mental health I suggest you shorten it. I don't really care what your call me, Sylver, Syl, Stryx, Sparky, s'all good. Your is...?"</span> he trailed off, becoming consumed in yet another search of his pockets, this time for a carton of cigarettes. He found them in the back pocket of his pants, the box half-squished from a combination of his bags and him sitting on them. Pulling out one of the white cylinders, he grabbed the pro-offered candy. He ate it in two huge bites, then stuck the coffin nail between his lips. <span style='color:red'>"T'anks"</span> he said around the unlit smoke in his mouth. The knock on the door caused him to simultaneously cringle and turn to the door. He glared slightly at the newcomer and plucked the cigarette out of his mouth, <span style='color:red'>"Not if you're gonna grind your fucking smokes into the carpet, jackass." </span>he growled, although he had a small smile tugging at the edge of his mouth, <span style='color:red'>"Use a damn ashtray or somethin' "</span> Stryx mumbled half-heartedly. Although his pounding headache was making him more touchy than usual, the water he had drank was helping to relieve the pain in his head. He looked back to the female, <span style='color:red'>"Don't suppose you have a light?"</span> he said with a small grin.
<span style='color:yellow'>"Fuck sorry then bitch"</span> he said to this pendragon. He walked inside the dorm. <span style='color:yellow'>"So you guys dun' fuckin' care if I crash here? I mean my old roomie kicked me out cuz she was a fuckin' bitch" </span>he said. He grinned. He passed the pendragon a light, it had a Cannibus leaf on it. <span style='color:yellow'>"Here yo". </span>. He looked around and placed his bag on a bed. He started pulling out his stuff, smokes, drugs, a 6 pack of beer.
<span style='color:orange'>"Amaranth Lussu"</span>, she said kicking her shoes off, <span style='color:orange'>"But most people call me Mara."</span>, she finshed. Mara grabbing her black and red lighter and cigarettes out of her lower cargo pocket, and lit a cigarette. <span style='color:orange'>Atleast I won't get bitched at here for smoking..</span>, she thought, taking a puff. She eyed the the newcomer.. <span style='color:orange'>"Sure, you can burn our white carpet to a fucking crisp.. Go right ahead."</span> she said with bitter sarcasm as she blew smoke out of her black nose. <span style='color:orange'>Ass..</span> she muttered. A couple of what seemed like younger 'dragons had gathered to watch Sylver and her reaction to what the 'dragon had said/done. She threw her pack of 'cigs at the doorframe. <span style='color:orange'>"Get lost."</span>, she said. She grinned as they ran down the hall. She took another puff. <span style='color:orange'>"So what's your name anyway?"</span>
Stryx lit the lighter, waving the small flame over the end of his cig, and was rewarded with small puff of smoke. He inhaled deeply, and exhaled his small cloud, watching the smake linger then disappear in the air of the dorm. <span style='color:red'>"Ah...that's the stuff..."</span> he muttered, his nicatine craving satisfied for the moment. Taking another long drag, he blew a cloud of smoke towards Mara. <span style='color:red'>"Nice ta meet yeh 'n all that jazz Mara." </span>he grinned widely, <span style='color:red'>"Nice ta finally meet someone who don't have a heart attack at the sight of a smoke." </span> he rolled the slowly burning cigarette between his fingers, and glanced at the newcomer. <span style='color:red'>"I wish I could say it was a pleasure to meet you, but sadly you have desicrated that poor spot of carpet..."</span> he sniffled melodramatically, <span style='color:red'>"And it was my only fwend too..." </span>He wiped away false tears and wailed <span style='color:red'>"O' what a cruel world! Where not even the most innocent of carpeting is safe from the evils of our youth! I fear I cannot live in such a horrid place, zee evil, it clogz mein lungz!" </span> he grabbed his throat and fell over backwards, making small gagging noises.
Mara had just taken a large drag when he put on his little act, so she exhaled with a slight laugh. She twirled the cigarette in her fingers. <span style='color:orange'>"No, smoke hasn't ever scared me." </span>she said taking another puff. She blew a couple of smoke rings, each one smaller than the other until it looked like a target. She took another drag and blew a small ball-like cloud. She framed her mouth into an "o" and breathed out. Amazing, it hit right in the middle, making the other rings fall apart. <span style='color:orange'>"Hm." </span>she said with an slighty amused tone to her voice. <span style='color:orange'>"Bullseye."</span>
Stryx sat back up, and took another long drag. The white cylinder had nearly burned down to the filter. The multi-colored male glared at it disguist, the cheap thing hadn't lasted 5 minutes. He ground the butt against the sole of his shoe, then flicked it through the fading bullseye in the air, and into the trashcan. He sighed loudly, simultaniously exhaling a cloud of smoke that lingered and clung around his head. <span style='color:red'>"Damn things don't last as long as they used to."</span> he grumbled bitterly. He was in the process of reaching for his carton, when he stopped, his eyes gleaming with a devilish light. He darted foward and snatched Mara's cigarette away from her. Stryx stuck the stolen object in his mouth and took a quick puff, a huge grin plastered across his face.
Mara barely had time to react. She snatched at it so hard she fell forward, also missing and landing right next to his knees. Being as she had grown up around mostly boys, all they ever did was wrestle and fight all the time. She usually dressed very tomboyish too, but there wasn't anything else clean enough for her to wear in public,so she had woren this today. Seeming to go back to a much younger time, she jumped on top of him. Mara grinned at him. <span style='color:orange'>"I'll take that back now.."</span>, she said. She bent down barely 2 inches from his face, and plucked the cigarette back. She stuck it in her mouth and pushed off of his chest, as she headed for the kitchen to get a cup of water. She did sort of "sea-walk" dance type movement the whole way across the floor blowing a few rings out as she dance/walked.
Stryx laughed as Mara missed and tumbled forward, but his laugh quickly turned to a yelp as he was tackled. A pair of bright gray eyes were only a few inches away from his face, making him go slightly crosseyed when he tried to focus on them. When Mara got off him, all he could do was gape slightly and stare at the ceiling. <span style='color:red'>Woah... the hell was that?</span> he thought to himself. Stryx propped himself up on his arms and cocked an eyebrow, watched her retreating backside. <span style='color:red'>"Niiiiiice..." </span> he said quietly, the beginnings of yet another grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. He dragged himself to his feet and shuffled over to the bed he had claimed. He butt-diving onto it, and putt his beet up on his pile of bags. So far the day was turning out well for him; his hangover was nearly gone, he had a good dorm, and to top it all off, a cutie roomie and a not-so-cute roomie that both seemed to be pretty cool. He played with his lip stud and stared at the newest of the three 'dragons. <span style='color:red'>"So man, where the hell yah from?"</span> he asked, pulling out another cig from his pocket and sticking in his mouth. He went for his pocket to grab the lighter he had borrowed. <span style='color:red'>"Damnit... hey whatyourface, I think your lighters still on the floor."</span> he said, not bothering to get up and get it himself. Instead he held his right pinky and thumb apart near the end of the coffin nail. A thin blue line of electricity sparked and jumped between the two digits, its heat lighting the smoke.
He looked at them with disgust. <span style='color:yellow'>"Yo wat you peeps do fur fun?" </span>he said. It was just a damn carpet, no reason to get pissy. He pulled out a joint from his bag and lit it up. The world seemed to be tripping, all colourful. He smiled, ahhhh getting high was the life. He picked up his lighter and put it in his pocket. Damn, this place was nicer than his other chicks hell hole.
Mara grabbed a glass from the cabinet and turned on the faucet. She quickly regreted it as the water sprayed her. She put her paw around the head of the faucet so it was directed into the cup. She set the glass on the counter and searched for a dish towel or something. <span style='color:orange'>"Fucking hell.."</span> she muttered. She wrung out her hair in the sink and tried to wring out her shirt in the sink too, but it didn't work as well as she had planned. She snatched the glass off of the counter and walked back over to her bed, taking sips along the way. Mara set the glass down on the floor and searched for.. There it was. She slipped on a black long sleeved shirt over her wet tank-top. <span style='color:orange'>"Faucet's broken.." </span>she mumbled finally resting her elbows on her knees.
Stryx heard Mara swear in the kitchen, and craned his head to see what was up. He caught a glimpse of wet tank top before it disappeared under another shirt. <span style='color:red'>"Dah-ahm..."</span> he swore to himself, cocking an eyebrow. He mentally shook himself and looked towards the kitchen. <span style='color:red'>"Figures we get the dorm with the fucked up sink." </span>he said bitterly, <span style='color:red'>"But that's life for yeh."</span> Stryx yawned and reclined back onto his bed. <span style='color:red'>"Fer fun?" </span>he said, <span style='color:red'>"I usually go lookin' for a party ta crash or hang out with my friends during classes."</span>
He grinned. He saw her wet tank top, damn it was sexy. Too bad she covered it. <span style='color:yellow'>"Fuck, I can fix the sink"</span> he said. He walked over to it, still puffing away at his joint. He looked around inside of it.<span style='color:yellow'> "I had too do this on my tour bus once cuz my drummer fuckin' clogged it with puke" </span>he said. He looked in his bag and pulled out a wrench. He began fidling with the sink, moments later he walked up to the chick he had just met. <span style='color:yellow'>"Sinks fixed, oh and nice too meet you, the names Chill"</span> he said holding out his hand.
Mara mumbled something that sounded vaguely like, <span style='color:orange'>"Men.."</span>, and grabbed her beanie and stuck it on her wet head. She stuck her shoeless feet on her skateboard she had stashed under her bed and rolled it back and forth with her feet. <span style='color:orange'>"I haven't had any real fun in awhile.. You guys might have to show me what to do for fun around here."</span> Mara shook Chill's hand. He reminded her a lot of a guy she used to date. But, she later found out that he wasn't the greatest guy, so she dumped his ass pretty quickly. Stryx seemed ok though. He sort of had that sarcastic humor like she did. <span style='color:orange'>"Luck of the draw..</span> she thought, <span style='color:orange'>"two complete oppisites.. Well, except for the fact they're both perverted."</span> "That water wasn't very clean either." she muttered bitterly. She sent the skateboard back under the bed as she walked over to the bathroom. She stood back from the tub faucet and used her foot to turn it on. To her sheer amazement, it didn't spray her. And it wasn't speckled with dirt. She smiled. But as she went to lock the door, the doorknob fell out, and hit the tile floor with a loud clank!. <span style='color:orange'>"Great.." </span>she muttered, <span style='color:orange'>"Just fucking perfect."</span> she yelled at Chill, <span style='color:orange'>"Hey handyman, can you fix the doorknob too?"</span> She slamed the door and took off her shirt and shoved it in the hole. She shed the rest of her clothing and put her hair up in a bun. Mara sighed and sunk into the hot water.
Stryx snorted, <span style='color:red'>"Maybe you're just jinxed!"</span> He yelled in the direction of the bathroom. He shuffled around with his feet, attempting to open one of his bags with with them. He growled and kicked off his shoes and socks, sending them flying off the bed. His toe caught the small tag of metal, and he unzipped the large duffel bag. He rooted around until his ankle came into contact with a cool piece of plastic. With a loud yelp he jerked his foot clear. <span style='color:red'>"Fucking thing..."</span> He grimaced, reaching in with his hand. Stryx pulled out a small walkman, the cool plastic had been the headphones, cold from being in contact with a small cooler nestled near the centre of the bag. He placed the headphones over his ears and turned on the small device. Loud music blared against his ear drums, almost making his whole head vibrate in time to the beat. As an after though, Stryx pulled out the cooler as well. He flipped the lid open and pulled out a couple of wildberry vodka coolers. <span style='color:red'>"Hey Chill, yeh want one?"</span> he asked loudly, his own voice sounding quiet and muffled from the music. He opened one bottle for himself, sipping the contents slowly, savoring the bitter sweetness.
