
rubyrocketboots13 wrote:Hawthorne
Royal|United States|male|24|Tags: Victor, open
" Hey," Hawthorne replied, unsure what else to say. The burly American wasn't much one for small talk unless it was about historical weapons or fighting techniques. He was glad that Victor had already walked down the hall so that he didn't have to "pretend" to be polite. Truthfully, Hawthorne knew more about protocols and manners than most people did but, he was a little clumsy in his efforts to be hospitable. His massive ego and arrogance always got in the way of him trying to be polite.
With a grunted, " See you later", Hawthorne continued walking down the hall to find his room. Finding the door with his name on it, he pushed open the door and when in without so much as a knock. He didn't know who his new "roomie" was, but he just hoped they didn't like to stay up late or have any other bad habits. Hawthorne was very adamant about having rules and standards to live by. As soon as his new roommate got here, he was sure to get some ground rules laid out so that their wouldn't be any issues later on.Setting his suitcase down on the bed, he began to unpack; precisely hanging his freshly pressed clothes up in the closet and neatly lining his shoes on the closet floor.
Niko. wrote:»»-------------¤-------------««Nikolai ♥
Russia - Orion - campus
bisexual - knives and daggers
»»-------------¤-------------««Niko frowned, seemingly unimpressed with
the other man wanting so bad to interact with him. He was told by his father not to kill anyone right
away if he even planned to... so he had to socialize at least a little bit. Quite a few. He said
curtly, clenching his jaw and feeling his ears move ever so slightly with the upturn of his eyebrows.
Great he was an archer--A man who didn't want to get into actual combat and would rather shoot
from afar--real great. Niko glanced away from Orion and back toward his target, walking fluidly
over to it and taking the knife that was sticking out of it, tossing it in wide arcs with one hand.
Care to try? he offered, his tone blunt.
Gail. wrote:»»-------------¤-------------««Gail ♥
Britain - open - campus
bisexual - Archery
»»-------------¤-------------««Gail shifted again, moving his jaw around before
rubbing the back of his neck in response to her question. I could use the exercise sure. He agreed,
standing and stretching out his shoulders, hearing a satisfying pop as he shifted to remove the stiffness
from his back. Do you have any siblings? He asked curiously, tilting his head. He felt he should at
least show some interest in the french woman, his dark eyes looking over her frame. She was clearly very
physically fit, though at the sight of her he couldn't pick out her specialty. Himself however showed he
was obviously well with close combat--along with a pair of broad shoulders and chest from using his bow.
The brunet ran his fingers through his hair to help tame it--he'd have to brush it out later before dinner.
rubyrocketboots13 wrote:Hawthorne
Royal|United States|male|24|Tags: Victor, open
" Hey," Hawthorne replied, unsure what else to say. The burly American wasn't much one for small talk unless it was about historical weapons or fighting techniques. He was glad that Victor had already walked down the hall so that he didn't have to "pretend" to be polite. Truthfully, Hawthorne knew more about protocols and manners than most people did but, he was a little clumsy in his efforts to be hospitable. His massive ego and arrogance always got in the way of him trying to be polite.
With a grunted, " See you later", Hawthorne continued walking down the hall to find his room. Finding the door with his name on it, he pushed open the door and when in without so much as a knock. He didn't know who his new "roomie" was, but he just hoped they didn't like to stay up late or have any other bad habits. Hawthorne was very adamant about having rules and standards to live by. As soon as his new roommate got here, he was sure to get some ground rules laid out so that their wouldn't be any issues later on.Setting his suitcase down on the bed, he began to unpack; precisely hanging his freshly pressed clothes up in the closet and neatly lining his shoes on the closet floor.
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