(( I knooow, and me reply now, but now I think I've gone and made myself emo by doing that to Fabian T.T ))
Fabian let out a small breezey sigh as he gently lowered himself back into his wheelchair, his pale eyes narrowed slightly as he reached down and moved his limp legs into a proper sitting position, a small sad smile lit his tanned and handsome face. He quickly put his hands on the wheels of his wheel chair and wheeled to the door, he reached in front of him and grasped the door handle, he opened the door and wheeled himself out the door and into the hall, he had already unpacked all his things and gotten his clothes ready for the first day of school, but it was still early evening and he didn't want to get lost, so he decided to get to know the school, his light expression fell slightly, he hope this school was wheelchair friendly. He let out a small chuckle at the thought of him trying to go down stairs, that would end VERY painfully. He let out another low chuckle and brushed his pale blue shirt slightly, straightening it up. He moved his hand up to his forehead, and shifted his light blue headband and smiled, thinking he looked at least descent, he began to wheel himself forward slowly.
Michael knelt down in his room, he gave Marilyn a very wary look, he was secretly scared of him, he looked so... Different. Why had he even been given a room with him? They were exact opposites, he'd probably get stabbed in his sleep! He let out a small sigh and brushed his curly black hair out of his face, he shrugged slightly and stood up, he decieded to be polite, he walked gracefully over to Marilyn and held out one of his hands to the smaller boy, his expression friendly. "Hello there, I'm Michael, Michael Jackson, what's your name?" He asked, his soft voice sounding like singing, he cringed slightly at the ice-cold glare he got from the boy, his eyes, that one white eye, it was so creepy.
Marilyn looked up coldly at Micheal, so he'd got stuck with the fruity one? Brilliant. "I'm Marilyn, and I know who you are, everyone knows who you are" He muttered and went back to staring out the window, he brushed his sleek black hair out of his eyes, no matter how much he detested living with his parents or how cold he was to them, he missed them, dearly. He looked back up at the hurt looking Michael, he sighed and rolled his eyes. "Go back to YOUR side of the room fruitcake, I don't want to have to look at your ugly face" He growled irritably and swiftly got up and walked to the door, he opened it and then slammed it shut behind him, fuming. Why did he even need a roommate anyway? Why him? He let out an angry sigh and stalked off down the hall.
Sky kicked her legs lightly and kept staring, she began to get a headache from doing nothing and she got up and walked to her suitcase and in a matter of minutes, unpacked everything, when she was bored she was surprisingly swift at cleaning. She let out a sigh, with nothing left to do. She sat down on the floor and layed down, her leaf green eyes narrowed, she let out another sigh. There was no snow yet, maybe tomorrow, that would be the best day ever, even if she had to start school again, snow would make it worth it. She loved snow and rain. She shrugged lightly and went back to her bed and sat down, she had stacked her mangas on her bedside table, she picked one up and began to read it, Japanese mangas were odd, they were read the wrong way and back to front, she smiled though, they were more exotic and interesting then normal books.
Bill began to practice his English under is breath. "Hello, how are you? I'm Bill Kaulitz, nice to meet you" He mumbled, his German accent marring the words slightly, but they were still understandable, his accent just gave it a rich monotone, his voice was surprisingly masculine for his feminine appearance. He smiled softly in triumph. I think I've got my English up to scratch He thought happily and grinned slightly. He lightly touched his hair, hoping it hadn't flattened while he had zoned out, nope, it still looked as if he had stuck a fork in a toaster and received an electric shock. He let out a small chuckle and looked out the window, suddenly bored again, he rolled his dark brown eyes and lightly scratched his eyebrow, feeling the piercing there.
Fabian let out a small breezey sigh as he gently lowered himself back into his wheelchair, his pale eyes narrowed slightly as he reached down and moved his limp legs into a proper sitting position, a small sad smile lit his tanned and handsome face. He quickly put his hands on the wheels of his wheel chair and wheeled to the door, he reached in front of him and grasped the door handle, he opened the door and wheeled himself out the door and into the hall, he had already unpacked all his things and gotten his clothes ready for the first day of school, but it was still early evening and he didn't want to get lost, so he decided to get to know the school, his light expression fell slightly, he hope this school was wheelchair friendly. He let out a small chuckle at the thought of him trying to go down stairs, that would end VERY painfully. He let out another low chuckle and brushed his pale blue shirt slightly, straightening it up. He moved his hand up to his forehead, and shifted his light blue headband and smiled, thinking he looked at least descent, he began to wheel himself forward slowly.
Michael knelt down in his room, he gave Marilyn a very wary look, he was secretly scared of him, he looked so... Different. Why had he even been given a room with him? They were exact opposites, he'd probably get stabbed in his sleep! He let out a small sigh and brushed his curly black hair out of his face, he shrugged slightly and stood up, he decieded to be polite, he walked gracefully over to Marilyn and held out one of his hands to the smaller boy, his expression friendly. "Hello there, I'm Michael, Michael Jackson, what's your name?" He asked, his soft voice sounding like singing, he cringed slightly at the ice-cold glare he got from the boy, his eyes, that one white eye, it was so creepy.
Marilyn looked up coldly at Micheal, so he'd got stuck with the fruity one? Brilliant. "I'm Marilyn, and I know who you are, everyone knows who you are" He muttered and went back to staring out the window, he brushed his sleek black hair out of his eyes, no matter how much he detested living with his parents or how cold he was to them, he missed them, dearly. He looked back up at the hurt looking Michael, he sighed and rolled his eyes. "Go back to YOUR side of the room fruitcake, I don't want to have to look at your ugly face" He growled irritably and swiftly got up and walked to the door, he opened it and then slammed it shut behind him, fuming. Why did he even need a roommate anyway? Why him? He let out an angry sigh and stalked off down the hall.
Sky kicked her legs lightly and kept staring, she began to get a headache from doing nothing and she got up and walked to her suitcase and in a matter of minutes, unpacked everything, when she was bored she was surprisingly swift at cleaning. She let out a sigh, with nothing left to do. She sat down on the floor and layed down, her leaf green eyes narrowed, she let out another sigh. There was no snow yet, maybe tomorrow, that would be the best day ever, even if she had to start school again, snow would make it worth it. She loved snow and rain. She shrugged lightly and went back to her bed and sat down, she had stacked her mangas on her bedside table, she picked one up and began to read it, Japanese mangas were odd, they were read the wrong way and back to front, she smiled though, they were more exotic and interesting then normal books.
Bill began to practice his English under is breath. "Hello, how are you? I'm Bill Kaulitz, nice to meet you" He mumbled, his German accent marring the words slightly, but they were still understandable, his accent just gave it a rich monotone, his voice was surprisingly masculine for his feminine appearance. He smiled softly in triumph. I think I've got my English up to scratch He thought happily and grinned slightly. He lightly touched his hair, hoping it hadn't flattened while he had zoned out, nope, it still looked as if he had stuck a fork in a toaster and received an electric shock. He let out a small chuckle and looked out the window, suddenly bored again, he rolled his dark brown eyes and lightly scratched his eyebrow, feeling the piercing there.
