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[lean.]

rooms are girl + guy and they are oliver and celestina, constantin and natalya, caspen and ioanna, wren and vira, I tried to take everyone's wants into account, sorry if you're unhappy, they are final

[lean.]

⊰ I O A N N A C E R K E Z O V I C ⊱

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I stepped into a room and looked at the name tags on the dressers. the one on the right had my name in a neat cursive and I set my bags down beside my new dresser and walked over to the left side of the room and the name tag read caspen in the same cursive. now, I'm not one to be sexist but I was almost completely sure that was a guys name and i jumped so bad that i fell backwards and landed on my back. i gasped as the ground made my back sear with absolute pain. i stood up and walked back to my side and began to unpack, putting clothes in their new drawers and photos on the walls and dressers on my side. arsenio loped over to his bed and laid down the second I put it down. viktor curled up beside arsenio and I smirked at the sight, eventually things looked like I might have already been living here. I pulled my favorite book out of my bag, it was the Grimm Fairytales but in English. I laid down on my bed and awaited to hear the sound of anyone walking the door, I was curious to see who my roommate was, and well if I could get along with them. my family would've had no problem admitting that I wasn't the best at making automatic friends, and it'd been that way since my parents died. I used to be really bubbly, and to that side of me you had to get to know me really well. I turned to the Cinderella for it was my favorite, mainly because of the haunting tune and gruesome truth of the level of evil the step mother truly had.

"shiver and quiver, little tree
silver and gold throw gold down over me
turn and peep, turn and peep
there's blood within the shoe,
the shoe it is too small for her
the true bride waits for you"

I read aloud before lying my head back and transporting myself into a land of daydreams and awaited for someone to come in, i could feel a cool wind start and I knew i was more relaxed than i thought i could be. I thought about being Cinderella or Rapunzel. I opened my eyes quietly and stood up grabbing viktor from arsenio's bed before laying back down on the bed and calling arsenio up to lay down beside me.

<< rooms look like the one above but with two beds in it, basically their big huge rooms and both sides look like that.

[blackbird.]

C O N S T A N T I N . D A L C A
the healer | eighteen | no crush | with - no one
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I pushed open the door of the cabin, revealing my home for the foreseeable future. Honestly, if they called this a cabin, I don't know what a mansion is. The place was huge, much larger than my previous home. I supposed it may not be quite so huge when the other teenagers move in. I just hope they're nice enough not to be cold to me. I know I can be very overbearing when talking about my feelings and things, but I hope they don't shut me out. Right now, I just need someone to talk to. I'm hoping that since they've experienced what I have, they know what it's like. I spotted a few people already, but what can I say? As adventurous as I am, I'm awfully shy right now. What if I make a fool of myself?

Pushing that thought to the side, I follow the instructions I was given and made my way to my room. I saw two beds, which puzzled me. I was not told that I would be sharing my room with someone, but then again they didn't really tell me very much. My name was written on the dresser of one side of the room, which I assumed was then my half. I put my several suitcases down and sat on my bed, examining the room. It was very large, almost twice the size of a regular room. It was rather bare, but I'm sure it would be filled with decorations soon enough. I wondered what my roommate would be like. Would he be kind? Understanding? Moody? I hope he's not very messy. I knew it was somewhat rude of me to even step into the other half, but I couldn't help myself. I walked to my roommate's dresser and picked up the piece of paper. Natalya Gadarov, it read. Natalya...that's a girl's name. I put back the piece of paper and went back to my side of the room. So, I would be sharing with a girl. Okay. Calm down. Don't panic. It'll be fine. I'll be fine. Breathe. Not like I've never seen a girl before. I've just never shared a room with one. But it'll be alright. What's the worst that could happen? Oh yeah, that I accidentally reveal the fact that I have supernatural powers. My mind was still in shock as I flopped down on my bed. My first thought was that the bed was fluffy. My next one was that my roommate - a girl - would have one just like it, on the other side of the room. That's just great.

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age: nineteen
mood: anxious
location: romania/colorado
abilities: thought placement,
dreamwalking, memory travel,
falsifying environments
crush: none
tags: npcs, arrived characters(thoughts)

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Caspen, after a short time wandering around the large cabin, finally found his room. However, it wasn't quite as he expected it to be. It was large, with white and black tiles on the floor. The bed was large, with white sheets and blankets, a brown frame, and orange pillows. Chairs floated around the room, large wardrobes on each side. What surprised him most, however, was his roommate. Where he had expected to be rooming with a male, the person that was already in the room was female. A pretty one at that, with shoulder length blonde hair that fell around her face in perfect curls. Her eyes, from what he could see, were a gorgeous blue color. She was reading the Grimm Fairytales and had a dog laying at her feet. There was a dormouse cuddled up beside her, causing Caspen to cast a quick glance at Snickers. The tortoiseshell had seen the mouse, but he was disinterested in it, much to the Canadian boy's relief. He realized he had been standing in the doorway for much to long, but he wasn't sure what else he could do. Sending one more glance around the room, he noticed his name written neatly on one of the wardrobes. So it looked like this was his room after all. Quickly, he cleared his throat, looking back to Ioanna.

"Um, hello." Caspen greeted, his accent thickly brushing near perfect English. He made his way awkwardly over to his bed, setting his bags into the white bedding. Snickers was more than happy to jump off his shoulders, claiming one of the orange pillows as his own. He went about storing his clothes in the wardrobe, placing everything neatly in drawers and on hangers. He wasn't very fond of disorganization, and he could only hope that this girl he was supposed to share a room with wasn't extremely messy. He could handle a cup or two left on a nightstand, but he'd be driven insane if he entered the room everyday to find clothes tossed carelessly everywhere. Even more so if they were spilling out all the way up to his own bed. It got him thinking about what she was like. Would she be more like him, where she didn't really like talking to people? Or perhaps she might be really loud. He could deal with both, although the former would have been most preferable for him. He didn't fancy loud noises much, but even if she was louder than a primary schoolyard, he'd be too nice to say anything about it. Letting people know his thoughts, which he had a lot of, just wasn't his type of thing.

Caspen was released from his thoughts just in time, for when he turned around, he saw Snickers making his way towards Ioanna. It seemed as though the cat was finally grasped by curiosity. Still, the green eyes of the furry animal weren't focused on the dormouse, but rather the dog. "Snickers, don't bother her." He mumbled sternly, although he was just ignored. Sighing softly, he scurried over to the thin creature, collecting the patched beast in his arms before he could get any closer to her bed. "I hope he won't cause you too much trouble. The tall brunette began, rubbing the cat's cheek until he started to purr loudly. "He gets curious sometimes and doesn't quite know his boundaries." He explained, glancing at the cat in his arms. Snickers, still purring like a lawnmower, bumped his head again Caspen's chin. "You aren't allergic to cats, are you? I suppose that might be the biggest problem." He glanced down, furrowing his brow at his own forgetfulness.

[lean.]

⊰ I O A N N A C E R K E Z O V I C ⊱

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I looked up at the sound of the voice and glanced at the cat before bumping arsenio who then went to lie down in his own bed. Viktor had followed in suit and curled up slightly beneath arsenio as if hiding. the voice did, in fact, come from a boy. the boy had, what appeared to be curly hair that was a darkish brown. if I looked closely, which I did, I could see his eyes were a bright blue. he looked he was a couple inches taller than me seeing that I was about 5'8" or 5'9" last time I had checked. he didn't look that bad, he was tall and attractive but I pushed thoughts like that out of mind, I had to adapt to living away from my siblings. I closed my book and set it down on my dresser before standing up beside my bed quickly.

"oh, hello. I'm ioanna. you must be caspen."" I said quietly before eyeing the cat again. "its fine, I like cats, and he wont. if arsenio causes a problem just tell me and I'm sure viktor can take care of himself." I said quickly before giving arsenio a stern look and watching viktor scurry up to my book on the dresser. "I'm not allergic to cats or anything really, but are you allergic to dogs, or dormice?" I asked nervously, talking still felt weird to me since I didn't know the person one bit and I was suppose to sleep in the same room as him. yes, him, this was going to be awkward.

[minho]

WREN WILLIAM SOUTH // EMOTION MANIPULATOR.

here's to the breath and the one i hope we take next. it hurts to know the hardest
part... it hasn't come yet. oh, please... just try to remind me just who you are....?

he had gathered the information of where his room was located but wasn't quite sure who he would be sharing it with. these people had tested them, gave them a cool place to stay and sleep, so there was no telling how roommates would work out. wren had no hopes for it. if he shared one with a girl, he'd just hope she was friendly and not a complete brat. actually, if she was a brat he'd have a problem with her. the brunet would sleep in their bathroom. as for a guy, the dude had to put up with wren's antics. he was a strong believer in a bromance, mainly due to the song guy love which appeared in a show called scrubs. there was a few friends who he could joke with and nothing would be taken seriously. ah, that was also a trait he wanted in a girl if they were paired. not taking things too seriously - hopefully whoever he shared his room with would have a sense of humor or at least got jokes. but, it was always good to meet someone where it didn't take much to make them blush - this was amazingly fun to do.

the emotion manipulator walked around the cabin, his lips pursed in concentration. a map would have been nice. as nice as this joint was. he cracked his neck and tightened his grip around his luggage. where could he find the rooms? oh, he was getting irritated this wasn't good. wren stood where he was and took a breath, calming himself down. it was the nerves, definitely the nerves. he was expecting this to be a piece of cake, that everything would fall into place. but now he begun to worry. eh! america! colorado? a cabin? he was far from home! taking another deep breath he shrugged the thoughts off and made his way about the cabin, coming to a hallway where there were doors. some were closed, some were opened. biting his lip, wren walked down the hallway in a solemn way and kept his eyes on the path in front of him. near the end of the hallway the room on the right looked...well...right (get it?) aha, wren was a funny guy. he opened the door with his free hand then stepped through.

wow. that was the first thought, first word, and pretty much summed up his facial expression. freaking huge. second thought consisting of two words. he took the bed on the left, placing his things down. on the dresser there were two names: wren and vira. vira? oh, that was a total chick name! he was paired with a girl! eh, how could he manage this? how would he come off as? never mind that, wren quit his worrying and placed his clothes and other luggage inside his dresser before dolphin diving onto his claimed bed. his stomach was pressed against the bed and his chest was lifted up compliments of his elbows. wren's feet hung off the luxury. he dropped his chest fully on it and pressed his right face cheek against a pillow before taking a whiff of his bed. weird? not really, i promise. not as weird as wren can get. "i don't ever wanna leave this bed!" he sung out, into the rhythm of the maroon 5 song.

[lean.]

okay, there's a new poll, taking opinions, yeah, wooh being you know polite? I don't know

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o l i v e r .

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oliver continued taking his time to get to the front door of the cabin, not overwhelmed with any sort of feelings at all. he felt blank, and his expression showed it. his lips were thin, and his eyes just looked like they were.. there. he opened the front door and let himself in, astounded by his surroundings. "wow..", he thought, "you could mistake this place for a mansion.". He glanced over to see a small card with his name written across it, standing alone on top of a good sized dresser. curiousity got the best of him and he looked to find another card across the room, squinting to see what it said. Celestina. his eyes widened, not exactly disappointed, but completely surprised they were roomed with the opposite gender. he'd never heard of that before. suddenly he felt nervous, nervous for her to walk in and be surprised just the same as he was, and also nervous for her to be disappointed.

he plopped his bags onto his generously sized bed & opened them, starting to unpack & explore what storage space he had. after his clothes were packed away, he still had bathroom related things to put away. oh, great. one bathroom, shared with a girl. he shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair. i dont really know if i wanna be here. he strided into the bathroom and checked it out for himself, finding it wasnt too small, but just right to accompany two peoples thing. there were two sinks, and he picked the one closest to the window to be his, and he set various things around it, deodorant, toothpaste, hair gel, tooth brush, hair comb, etcetera. he looked up at the mirror, wiping his face with his hands, and turned back around, wondering what to do next. since he hadnt been informed on exactly that, he stretched out on his bed & closed his eyes, oblivious of the first impression it would make to a girl to find her male room-mate passed out on the opposite side of the room.

[laf]

As I enter the cabin I have to stop in the doorway to take it all in. This is a cabin? The entry room alone is bigger than half of my old house. The sound of footsteps startles me, though it is only the others that I will be stuck with for an undetermined amount of time. Alright. Might as well find where I'll be sleeping and try not to get lost in the process. As I start to move again, the cat carrier hits my calf and garners several meows of protest from Pavel. I ignore them, but sling the carrier over my shoulder and walk more carefully. Surprisingly, the gaping hallways are easy enough to navigate, and I locate the door leading to my room. Or rather, our room. To my surprise and uncertainty, someone else is sprawled on their bed. I don't get close enough to look, simply edging closer to the wall and picking up the name card resting on one of the dressers. Constantin Dalca. Hold on-- that's a male name. My roommate for who-knows-how long is a guy? Alright. Stay calm. Keep cool. I head over to my bed and dump the duffel and cat carrier on it. "I hope you're not allergic to cats, Pavel likes to rub against people," I say, breaking the silence stretching between us. Whilst I wait for his response, I attempt to stop my mind from spinning so fast. Honestly, what's the worst that could happen? Besides accidentally revealing that being radiated gave me the ability to manipulate time?

[blackbird.]

C O N S T A N T I N . D A L C A
the healer | eighteen | no crush | with - Natalya
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I heard my roommate enter - Natalya was her name. I sat up from my pathetic position on the bed, a little embarrassed. My hair is probably a mess, my skin looking sticky and grimy and my eyes with bags under them. In fact, I would not be surprised if she ran out of the room because she thought I was a zombie. I took a good look at her, soaking in all her features. She was about my height and she was skinny. She was rather pretty, with blue eyes like mine and blonde hair, like mine too. But hers was lighter by a bit. My hair was blonde, normal blonde. Hers was blonde, but a different type. What was it in English again? Platina...Ah yes, platinum. Platinum blonde, it's called. Then I realised she was talking to me. I'm such a mess right now. It must be the nerves, or the environment. "Cats? Oh, don't worry, I'm not allergic to cats. I'm not allergic to anything, really," I said, laughing a little. I supposed this...mutation of mine wouldn't allow me to have any. Not like I had any before, and I never got tested. But even if I did, my rashes would disappear just like my burns.

I stood up from my bed and extended my arm as a friendly greeting. "I'm Constantin Dalca," I said with a warm smile. I already knew her name, but I chose not to tell her that. She might think I'm a creep or a stalker, which is something I definitely would not want. My heart was beating nervously in my chest. Was it wrong that I wanted her and I to be good friends? I think it would my worst nightmare if she and I became enemies. We would fight every day, and we stay in the same room! That cannot happen. It just can't.