<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Who: Sojnyel "Turmoil" Dletsaj (me), Tesreail Kujtek and Myrwynn'inez Tcollvokc (sadistic_tendancies) Wearing: A pair of jeans, a black hoodie with "Janardan?" in flaming letters and under it, a black T-shirt with the Iron Maiden logo. What: Turmoil is moving in. When: Tessera, 4th, 81378 Rating: Pg-13 IÂ’d say, for swearing.</td></tr></table> Turmoil was dragging a rather large trunk, a trunk which made a distinctively metallic sound, down a rather long corridor, using his tail. All the way, he cursed his choice of trade over and over again. His clothes (the ones he wasn't wearing), some personal belongings and more sensitive electronic equipment was stored in a huge backpack that threatened to transform his spine into something resembling breakfast cereal. His hands where busy holding a vivarium, in which an, at that point, extremely annoyed alugha resided. He finally reached the dorm -2704- to which the school board had confined him. He didn't get it; he was perfectly happy wih the dorm he had, and now they had to crowd him with some annoying "roomies". They said it was for his own good, but there had been something triumphant -and slightly sadistic- about the official-looking message that had been laying on his table when he returned from class. He groaned when he realised that there was no way he could reach the key card he had been given -he had put it in his bag first, so now it was at the bottom, covered by what felt like tones of clothes. He didn't dare put the vivarium down, nor use it to knock at the door, lest he offend his already pissed alugha even more. So there was only one option left. He kicked the door twice. Of course, he regretted it immediately -his foot hurt like hell- but it would probably get the message through.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> Character: Tesreail (I'm going to leave Myr out of this one 'cause its too hard to rp two characters at once @.o) Clothing: Black jeans with the knee's ripped out, tight black long sleeved shirt, black hoodie tied around his waist, black sneakers, dog collar and spiked wrist bands, assorted piercings. Current Mood: Depressed and anti-social, :) lucky him. He's mah whipping boi. </td></tr></table> Tesreail was lying limp on his bed, staring at nothing and contemplating whether or no he had the energy to slit his wrists. As usual, Myr wasn't around; skipping classes, and almost certainly up to something she wasn't supposed to be doing. <span style='color:yellow'>Probably smoking pot... or fucking...</span> he thought darkly. He stared at the stuccoed surface of the ceiling and groaned softly. This. Fucking. Sucks. He was too out of it to make any of his classes, hell, even leaving the room sounded like a bad idea right now. If he curled up and died, it would be days before anyone found his decaying remains. And even then, he's be to decomposed for his body to be identified. He'd get buried in some shallow, unmarked grave where the worms and bugs would crawl through his flesh and make their homes in his lungs... The loud thumping of the door startled him out of his morbid train of thought. <span style='color:yellow'>"...What the fuck?"</span> he muttered darkly; it sounded as though someone was trying to kick down the door. He rolled off the bed and landed on his feet, shuffling over to the door and cracking it open. Some guy was standing outside his door, carrying a bunch of crap. Tes blinked slowly and asked, <span style='color:yellow'>"Uh...can I help you?" </span>he asked flatly.
Turmoil stared darkly at the person who opened the door. Yeah. He thought. Go die. The actual words he spoke where completely different, yet they conveiged a similar message. "I'm here because admin has some kind of grudge on me. I'm your new roomie, mind if I raid your fridge and intrude on your personal space?" He said, and made his way past the other 'dragon. "If you feel like complaining, don't talk to me. Talk to admin. Strangle 'em if you want. Where can I put this down?" The last sentance was accompanied by a slight heave of the vivarium, something that seemed to annoy the charcoal-and-pale-red female imensively, as she reared up and hissed in Turmoil's general direction.
Tesreail's eyes narrowed slightly, but he out of the males' way all the same. He pointed in the general direction of a desk pushed up against the wall, where a large glass vivarium already sat. <span style='color:yellow'>"Put it beside the tank."</span> he muttered coldly. Just his fucking luck. His guidance councilor had to have had a hand in this. The fucking nut was always going on about meeting new people and making friends. He glowered silently, returning to his bed and curling up on his side to angst. This was just great, at the one time he wanted to be left alone, he got a roomie who already hated his guts. Assuming the fetal position, he shivered. He should probably make small talk or... something... Ugh! What the fuck was he going to say though? 'Oh hi, who are you, what classes are you taking and what are your trades?' Tes grimaced openly, he brain wasn't helping the situation; rather than telling him to cut the crap and talk to his new roomie, it was telling him to cut himself. The bloodred pendragon squeezed his eyes shut and started muttering the lyrics to a random song under his breath, hoping the noise would drown out everything else. Maybe he'd open his eyes and the other male would have just been a dream... or hallucination... whatever works...
Turmoil let go of the trunk he was holding with his tail -it felt insanely good- and started making his way towards the desk. The journey seemed endless -did he really own that much clothes?- but when he finally reached it, he put the vivarium down besides the present one with a small sigh of relief. In one motion, Turmoil turned around and put his backpack down. The other 'dragon, a person who looked like badass incarnate, was lying shriveled up in fetal position on his bed. Was he really that traumatising? Turmoil couldn't help but smile. Of course, he noted that the other's eyes where closed first. His smile broadened as he saw the other grimacing. He took his eyes from Tes' still form, and surveyed the room. Two beds. Not surprising, though the other dragon's reaction had indicated tat he was not expecting visitors, of any form. And of course, there was also the fact that it wasn't made. He turned to his new roomie. "Are you deliberately trying to scare me of by trashing around in my bed, or is there is a third roomie?"
Tes grimaced and cracked an eye open. Well, that didn't help, as the milky white orb was sightless. Sightless or not, he still glared in the general direction of the other male. <span style='color:yellow'>"No. Why would I scare you? I could always wait until you fall asleep then drink your blood and suck out your eyeballs to feed on the delicious goo inside."</span> he muttered sarcastically, <span style='color:yellow'>"Or, I could just stab you to death, then use your bodily fluids to paint poorly spelled swear words on the walls. Which ever."</span> He mentally rolled his eyes. He had enough problems with people thinking he was a freak, then trying to make people think he was nuts. Tes sniffed. <span style='color:yellow'>"There is another roomie, Myr, but she ain't here and she rarely is."</span> Why did he have to get stuck with another roomie? Myrwynn' inez was enough for him to handle at the rare times when she was around. Social traumatization was not fun, no matter what the fucking shrink thought. "My name is Tesreail." he said blankly. As if this new guy would care; still it made him feel less like he was holding back. Oh shit... the shrink was starting to rub off on him... now he felt like he had to oblidge others in conversations... Tes groaned softly and curled up into a tighter ball, shivering convulsivly.
"Frankly, I doubt you could stab a worm to death." Turmoil stated. He was, however, looking at his own hands, claws bared. It was obvious that he wasn't exactly as sure of his own statement as he'd like to think. "And I'm no worm." This last statement was largely unaudible, and completely lacking the amused undertone it had gained during their conversation. "I'm Sojnyel. But you can call me Turmoil, like everybody else." Those who decide they have no choice but talking to me, that is...
<span style='color:yellow'>"Fine... whatever, just don't bother me."</span> He mumbled. He wondered if it was possible to die from social overload... Tes hoped it was. Who the fuck was this guy? Turmoil, what the hell? He was probably a completle nutbar... If he didn't wake up in the morning, he wouldn't be surprised. The other male was inspecting his claws, not a good sign... But at least he had good taste in pets. He doubted that the snakes would ever be able to be kept in the same tank though, his own female was far to mean to be around other snakes. Already she was gently tapping her nose against the glass, visually inspecting the tank through the glass of her vivairium. Oh... crap, she was scedualed to be fed today... Meh... he'd do it later...
Turmoil barely paid attention to the other's reply, as he had discovered something about this other roomie's -Myr's- bed that caused him to curse the school board and its sadistic intensions ten times over –again. It was practically reeking with smoke. The foul smell was unmistakeable, and a pricking –and rather painful- sensation was torturing his lungs. Great. He thought. Not only is one of my roomies mentally unstable… <span style='color:red'><span style='font-size:7pt;line-height:100%'>Like you’re one to claim mental stability.</span> </span>The other one is a smoker. There it was again. A voice, not quite his own, but not really anyone else’s. It was probably what would finally drive him crazy one day. Until then, he had to settle for being “unstable" or “strange" and live with it.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> short post, sorry, just feeling a litte under-motivated/depressed</td></tr></table> If he sat up in bed, puked chunky pea soup and rotated his head 360 degrees, would this guy leave him alone? Tesreail groaned softy and rolled over, facing away from Turmoil. He blankly stared at the far wall, and hoped that if he was quiet long enough, the other 'dragon might assume he had died or something. Why did the school staff torment him so? He was a good student, even if he was nearly mute in class and shyed away from orally participating in discussions...
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Ditto. I just didn't have much more to say.</td></tr></table> Turmoil surveyed the room, and after some contemplation, he stuffed his bags into a corner, glanced at the snakes and went to the door. He put his hand on the handle, and turned, still holding it. "IÂ’m going to bitch to admin about a bed. See you some other time." He turned the handle, went out the door and proceeded to walk down the corridor on his self-assigned task. <span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'>The end.</span>
