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Post by Bastion Lewis on Jan 15, 2015 3:00:02 GMT
The male’s shaggy black hair was pulled back into a ponytail as he adjusted his backpack and overnight bag on his shoulder. Break was over, and it was time to move back into the dorms until the semester ended. In a way, he would miss being at home with Kimmie, and their parents, but at the same time he did like the simplistic silence that came with simply sharing a dorm with Alex. The blonde was never overbearing, and they got along a lot better than Bastion had initially thought they would. He had spent many nights worried about who his roommate would be before his first semester started, but it had turned out that he didn’t need to be worried at all. As long as he kept his distance, he and Alex got along just fine. And that was more than fine with him. He wasn’t actually big on touching people himself – very few people were allowed to touch him, really.
He slid his card-key through the appropriate mechanism and pushed the door to their dorm open. It looked exactly like it had when he’d left, which was a lot cleaner than he was used to seeing it. He had been forced to clean most of his mess up, and while his side of the dorm still had that feeling of once having been messy, it was nothing compared to how it had been on the day he’d left. Not that it mattered. He would get it back into that state within a week probably. Bastion rarely wasted his time with cleaning, he had more important things to do – like study. Getting good grades was clearly more important than cleaning, after all.
He moved across the room, flinging his overnight bag onto the bed and his backpack randomly onto the floor somewhere. A new semester meant new classes and different things to stress about, and he honestly wasn’t looking forward to it. Not to mention he still had no idea what he wanted to major in. He sighed dramatically and flopped back onto his bed, his long legs touching the floor while his back arched. His shirt lifted over his stomach a bit to expose prominent hip bones as he sighed once again. Ugh. He didn’t want to unpack.
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Alexander Rosstillo
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Post by Alexander Rosstillo on Jan 23, 2015 4:19:00 GMT
Christmas break was finally over and though Alex didn't necessarily like being away from his sisters, he couldn't help but be excited at the prospect of learning something new again. Being home again had been fun and a much needed break certainly but as much as he loved his family, it was nice being able to have a home away from home so to speak. Living in a house filled with a other girls was sometimes a hassle but Alex was used to it by now. Besides, it would be nice to see Bast after all this time and truth be told Alex couldn't wait to hear how his friend's Christmas and New Year's had been.
Lugging his bags through the thankfully still empty hallway, Alex was wondering all over again why he had packed so much stuff. Yes, there was all the hair supplies his sisters had gotten him, or rather, had placed in his bag when he had had his back turned. That and the new clothes and floral books and sighs whatever the case, it was certainly a pain to try and carry all of the bags to his dorm room. He wasn't the strongest person to say the least and though he did work with his hands most of the time, Alex didn't consider himself to be very strong. Yet here he was carrying what felt to be a small elephant in one of his suitcases. Really, he wouldn't put it past one of his sisters to stow themselves away in one of the bags in order to 'surprise him' and give him one more reason to go back home.
After what seemed like forever, Alex finally reached his room only to drop the key at least three times and a bag containing the majority of his books right on his foot. A yelp escaped him as he fumbled to pick up the key and shove open the door only to fall flat on his face as he tripped over said bag. Great, just great...what else could possibly go wrong. As if in answer to Alex's internal question, one of the bags that had been so carefully balanced fell open on top of him, resulting in a near avalanche of clothes. Now not only did his foot and well...everything else hurt, but he was buried in clothes.
A groan escaped Alex as he tried to climb out of the what might have certainly become his tomb if only for lack of oxygen only to see Bast was already in the room. Alex turned bright red when he realized that someone had been in the room this entire time and he could have simply asked for help had he but known. "B-B-bast...?"Alex stuttered, practically squeaking out his roommate's nickname,"H-h-how long w-w-were you s-s-s-stand-d-d-ing there....?"he continued as he frantically climbed out of the pile of clothes and scrambled away from the mess on the floor. Unfortunately he had forgotten that the dresser was right behind him and hit his head on the corner of it with a loud thud. Another yelp escaped him as he rubbed the back of his head, wishing that he could just disappear right then and there. ...was it even possible to die from embarrassment...at this rate, Alex was starting to believe that such a thing could happen. ~~~ Bastion Lewis |
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Post by Bastion Lewis on Jan 26, 2015 19:12:03 GMT
That yelp on the other side of the door would be the first thing that alerted him to the presence of his roommate. He removed his arm from over his face, his golden eyes opening slightly as he listened more. He heard the doorknob turning, which hinted that whatever had happened to the blonde hadn’t been debilitating or anything like that. Well, that was good. Dealing with a major injury on his first day back wasn’t exactly something that Bastion wanted to do, after all. However, only a few more seconds would pass before the other man, quite literally, tumbled into the room. He sat up suddenly, his eyes wide as he tried to make sense of what just happened. A huge pile of clothes lay on the floor, and in them his roommate was groaning.
He couldn’t help it, even though he tried really hard not to. His lips pressed together in a fine line, and then his hand covered his mouth, but nothing could stop the laughs that were shaking his shoulders. It was just so ridiculous. He wasn’t trying to be mean, and he wasn’t trying to embarrass Alex more, but it was almost like something out of a movie. How had the other man even managed it?
The raven haired male barely heard the question over his laughing, which was beginning to die down just slightly. He removed his hand from over his mouth, his finger wiping a tear from his eye as he took a deep breath and managed to quiet himself. But then, of course, Alex just had to go and hit his head too. Perhaps it was wrong to laugh at the pain of the other male, but he simply couldn’t help it. He didn’t even try to stop the laugh that worked out of his mouth this time around, though this one didn’t seem to last as long as the other had. “Are you okay?” He finally managed to question, his lips twitching as he fought back the urge to laugh yet again.
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Alexander Rosstillo
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Post by Alexander Rosstillo on Mar 16, 2015 22:49:32 GMT
Alex couldn't believe his bad luck. So far he'd managed to drop his luggage on his foot, fall flat on his face, get buried in a pile of clothes, and bang his head on the corner of the dresser. To make matters worse, Bast had seen everything. It was mortifying to say the least and Alex wanted nothing more than to just disappear right then and there. He felt like his face was on fire and the sound of Bast's laughter was certainly not helping matters. Well, at least his head wasn't bleeding...that was something at least.
It was a few moments before Alex had calmed down enough to answer Bast's question and even then all he could manage was a short nod. Sure he was okay; just mortified and aching everywhere and not to mention the knot he could already feel forming on the back of his skull but other than that, sure everything was perfectly fine. Sighing, Alex forced himself to his feet with a soft groan, ok so maybe he wasn't as fine as he thought before. In fact, now that he was standing he was more aware of just how much falling had hurt not to mention that his head was pounding. Yes, this was certainly turning out to be a wonderful first day back to the dorms.
Leaning against the wall, Alex stared down at the pile of clothes at his feet. He knew that he should pick them up but what was to say something else wouldn't go wrong. Still, Alex hated leaving the mass of clothes on the floor like that. It would be better to just take care of it and then die from embarrassment later. Besides, he still had to get the rest of his bags inside the room and unpack and everything. Kneeling down, Alex slowly started to carefully fold the clothes and put them away in the dresser next to him. He could deal with the rest of the bags later but Alex was a bit of a neat freak where his belongings were concerned. He couldn't stand to leave things messy and yeah, perhaps he was mildly obsessive compulsive about such things but it was just easier to think when the room was clean.
"H-how was your Christmas?"Alex asked after a moment, looking up at Bast briefly as he continued to fold clothes. After how embarrassing his entrance had been, the question might have seemed random but it was something at least. That and Alex didn't want to focus on how mortified he was, or on the constant pounding in his skull that only seemed to grow worse as time went on. Besides, it was an innocent enough question and it was something to pass the time while he put away the avalanche of clothes that had buried him just moments before. ~~~ Bastion Lewis |
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Post by Bastion Lewis on Apr 17, 2015 20:12:57 GMT
He still wanted to laugh. Damn he did. Everything about the situation had been perfect, well, perhaps not perfect for Alex but still. Bastion would expect to be laughed at if he did something like that. It was just funny. And besides, if Alex was really hurt he certainly wasn’t letting on like it. Not to mention that if a fall like that could seriously injure the blonde, he had worse luck than Bastion realized. Of course, he would feel terrible if it turned out that Alex was hurt badly, but he would worry about that later. It wasn’t often – aside from when he was with Atticus – that he got to laugh like that. Perhaps it said something about him as a person that it took a situation like that to cause him to laugh, but he chose not to dwell on that. He wasn’t a psychology major, and he never would be. The last thing he needed was to psychoanalyze himself all the time.
Now, he would have offered to help Alex clean up that mess, but he knew better. Firstly, Alex had a particular way he wanted things. There had even been certain times when his roommate had cleaned his side of the room. Bastion didn’t mind too very much, even if it made finding things a bit more difficult. Secondly, he had no idea what types of clothing items that Alex had in that particular bag. The last thing he wanted to do was fold another dude’s boxers. Nah. He didn’t even fold his own boxers.
Alex’s question, while perfectly normal, forced him to think of how his Christmas had been. Laughable. His parents liked to present them as the perfect family, but the fact that he had been more-or-less raised by a brother who was only three years older than him left something to be desired on the family front. Not to mention a whole slew of other issues that were harder to ignore when he was at home. Pale fingers rose to run down the piercing in his ear. Well, he’d gotten hell for that. “It was good~” He told the blonde easily, turning to unzip his bag. “I got some clothes, new books, and a new computer for school.” He started moving his clothes out onto the bed, separating them into piles based on where he was going to put them. “How about yours?” He questioned, turning briefly to look at the other man.
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Alexander Rosstillo
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