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Post by Dethran on Jul 9, 2008 9:18:33 GMT -6
Dethran walked into his dorm room and, noticing the other bed, shoved his bag under his bed, sat down on the bed, and turned on some music.
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Post by Biki-la on Jul 9, 2008 20:59:05 GMT -6
Deried hated the fact that he would have to be sharing a dorm with someone else. Especially someone who smelled so good, even from all the way down the hall as he walked, his combat boots softly echoing on the wooden floor in the large high-ceilinged corridor. No matter how hard he had worked to hack into the school's system and reconfigure the dorm assignments, he could not successfully do so. The picture he keeps on his laptop's desktop seemed to mock him as each time he tried, he failed. It was all so discouraging, and depressing. He reached his dorm and stepped inside, seeing that his dorm-mate was sitting, listening to music. In this wretched dorm that the two of them would have to share. Perhaps Deried had not tried hard enough...no, he shook his thoughts away. That would come later. For now, he would put up with sharing this dorm until he successfully reassigned himself to a different dorm. Which would mean the end of his staying here. Although all of these thoughts raged inside of Deried's head, outside he merely looked out of it, like a completely spacey person. He didn't looked displeased at anything, just...zoned out. Deried stood in the doorway, large black duffle bag slung over his shoulder.
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Post by Dethran on Jul 15, 2008 11:21:30 GMT -6
"Hey," said Dethran, after pausing his music. "Name's Dethran. You?" he asked, pretending that he did not already know anything he wanted to about anyone he met.
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Post by Biki-la on Jul 15, 2008 13:44:18 GMT -6
Deried looked as though Dethran's voice had pulled him out of a deep thoughtless stupor as he looked at Dethran with his pretty brown eyes, "...oh, I'm Deried," he said, after seeming to retrack what had been said and what he should respond. Moving into the dorm, he set his duffle bag on the unoccupied bed. Then looking at Dethran's music player, "You like music?" he guessed, his eyes looking completely empty of anything. Music. He'd never had time for it. Before everyone died, he used to love music. Deried would play any instument he picked up expertly, usually making his family cry, moved by his music. Now it only made him feel oddly empty, like something was missing but he couldn't quite figure out what. Like an empty shell, with nothing left inside of him, his thoughts echoing in the vast space inside of him.
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Post by Dethran on Jul 17, 2008 13:37:59 GMT -6
"Yeah, you?" replied Dethran. ooc- I just think this is interesting: note the difference in the posts
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Post by Biki-la on Jul 18, 2008 13:14:01 GMT -6
Deried hesitated for a moment, then replying, "Not anymore." He certainly did not like the empty feeling that the music now gave him, but had no reason to hate the music itself, yet felt like he could not explain such a thing in words, much less to someone he knew little about, who probably didn't even care in the first place. He was even unsure of how to explain such a thing to himself...which probably meant it was not something of conversation. Then Deried seemed to just zone out, his thoughts quieting and his face looking far far away. Like he was lost in some other world where thinking was not allowed, contemplating resulted in severe punishment, and being responsive was completely out of the question.
OOC: I just like going into great detail about everything...and paint a mental picture. I hate it when the point was not come across as I intended. So I write/type more. Deried's name pronunciation is still driving me crazy, of course. Ah, I love his little world...would never go there myself, but I can still love it, can't I? Oh yes I can.
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Post by Dethran on Sept 15, 2008 13:56:33 GMT -6
"Ok, see you later,"said Dethran as he pulled his iPod out of the speaker system and plugging in some headphones as he headed out the door with Black Friday Rule starting.
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Post by Dethran on Jun 26, 2009 10:34:23 GMT -6
A few hours later, a monkey ran in, grabbed a laptop from Dethran's things, and ran back out.
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Post by Dethran on Sept 1, 2009 16:23:40 GMT -6
Rechts and Links ran into the room, and, grabbing as much as they could carry at a time, ran back and forth between here and Franz's room, moving Dethran's stuff.
Some time later, Aiden Calhoun walked in to the room, carrying his bag. After making it a few steps into the room, he backtracked and stared at the mirror, dropping his bag on the floor and feeling at the little spikes on his forehead. "Oy! Puck!" shouted Aiden. "Ye've got some explainin' to do!" "What now, lad?" replied the fairy who appeared out of nowhere. "These!" exclaimed Aiden, pointing to his horns. "Oh, yeah. Ye've finally started to come of age! Now that ye be an adult, ye'll start showin' signs of yer nature!" "Is there somethin' that I can do to keep them from growin'?" "Yeah, ye can shed them, if ye need to. But, ye can also grow them how ye want them, when ye want them." "So, I can grow them in whatever shape I want?" "Yes, lad. Also, since, as ye know, yer father is associated with any horned animals, ye can turn yerself partly or completely into any of them, such as a stag, or a goat." "Alright, thanks!" Aiden said now picking up his bag and throwing to the empty bed, then running out the door.
OOC- I'm using Puck from A Midsummer Night's Dream as Cernunnos' right-hand man, sort of the steward of the fey.
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