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The Nonary Game - Alexander Riff
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There wasn't much noise aside from the soft breathing of a male on a twin size bed. Looking closer to the male the bed wasn't big enough for him length wise. His feet barely hung off the edge of the bed. A soft groan escaped his lips as he sat up rubbing his forehead. Alex was having a terrible migraine and within just a moment of sitting up he managed to make a unhappy collision with the wood from the bed above the one he was currently occupying. Rubbing the area where he hit his head on the bed, light blue eyes began to take in the room he was in. The sheets on the bed weren't terrible but they were definitely not high class. They were simple cotton sheets that didn't seem like they were enough for the cold temperature he was feeling in the room. The pillows could have been more fluffy but at least they weren't rocks. This room was definitely not his own nor one he had ever been in before. There were four beds in the room total, two on each side of the small room on the walls. The bed he was sitting on was about two feet off the ground and the bed above him was only about four feet from where he sat, making him slouch so he didn't hit his head again.
Running his fingers through his golden hair, Alex continued to look around the room. There were god awful curtains on his side of the bed but across from his the same curtain was folded up on the lower bed. There was one mirror in the middle of the room between the two beds and one sink bowl. Two lighting fixtures that sat in front of the mirror seemed like they had some kind of drawings on the front side. Getting up from the bed, Alex's foot hit a stool which was placed in front of the sink with a blue suitcase on it. "What the heck is this doing here? Where the hell am I?" He said as he picked up the suitcase. It seemed like something was inside as he rattled it. In that moment he noticed that his watch was a lot heavier than normal. He looked at his left hand and found that in place of his silver watch there was a chunky unfashionable red watch. He flipped his wrist over to see if he could take it off but it didn't seem like there was a clasp or anything. Frustrated, he turned it back over and looked at the led screen. There was only one number on it and it was number 8. Looking around some more there was a bright red suitcase on a chair that was closest to the door. On the door there was also a number on it. The same number that was on his bracelet. It seemed like it was sloppily painted on with red paint. Another thing he noticed was a card reader next to the door.
Trying to keep his cool, Alex tried to place all the pieces together in his mind. This couldn't actually be a kidnapping. If it was then he would be tied up at least. Well, maybe not but he could tell from the blank spots on the card reader the door was locked. So was he supposed to get himself out front he room? A loud explosion shook the boat as he was lost in thought, making him lose his balance. He dropped the suitcase by his feet as he gained his balance back by holding onto the sink until the shaking stopped. "What was that!?" He said to himself, knowing that no one would reply to him. Now that he thought about it, he had seen pictures of a room similar to this a while back. If he was correct then he was in a cabin. A second class cabin at that from the look of things.
Thinking back to before he woke up, all he could remember was being in his office late at night when his vision began to fail him. 'Welcome to the Nonary game.' Was the only thing he could remember the hooded figure saying as he blacked out. So was he part of some game now? What a load of crap. He didn't have time for this, the best thing to do was to get out of the room anyway. The blond male looked down at the sink and noticed something different with the handles of the faucet. The one on the right was blue and the one on the left was red. He figured that it was probably to indicate hot and cold but these handles weren't shaped like normal ones. His hand grasped around the blue one and tried to turn it with no avail. No water would come out but the handle was loose. A moment later he pulled it out from it's position. It was a key! He tried the same with the other and that one was also a key but red.
Alex could only presume that these keys went to the corresponding suitcases. He picked up the blue one and placed the key in. Turning it, the case wouldn't open. It seemed like he had to turn the dials to the correct numbers to open them. Feeling somewhat defeated, he sat down on the stool infront of the sink. His gaze wandered around the room for any clue that might help him with the code. Alex's eyes landed on the crude colored curtain what was hung up on the side of the room he woke up on. It seemed like something was painted on it. He pulled it close fully to cover the beds and his guess was correct. There were three symbols on the curtain but he couldn't tell what they were. There was an empty space between the last two symbols as well. Could it be...? He put up the other curtain that was laying on the bed and lo and behold, there were three symbols on that one as well! There was still a space in between both curtains and he still couldn't figure out what they meant. "Come on Alex, you're a smart guy." He said giving himself a boost, looking into the mirror. Sure it was pretty cheesy, but given the situation he needed a little cheering up.
As he looked into the mirror, the blond male noticed that the symbols on the curtains became numbers in reverse! Okay, so now he had figured out three numbers to the cases but what about the fourth missing number? He stared at the mirror for a while until he saw the light fixtures. Maybe if he turned them on... Yes! He turned one of the lights on and a number reflected on the mirror in the empty spot on the curtains. Now that he knew the combinations he just had to try them both on each case until they unlocked. The blue case had a note in it explaining a digital root so that was enough to get him out of the room...sort of. There was also three blue card keys. He was smart enough to figure that these keys weren't just going to let him out of the room. So he opened the red case as well to find red card keys. Figuring out the digital root, it only meant that he had to figure one out for the number 8, since that seemed to be the theme f the room. "4...6...7..should get me 8..." He spoke to himself as he slid the cards through the reader. Every time he did a green asterix would show up so it seemed like he was doing well so far.
Never before had he been happen to read the words, UNLOCKED. He escaped the room only to find himself in a long hallway with doors on one side just like the one he had escaped. Great, it really did seem like he was in a cabin...Alex was also 99 percent sure he was on a ship as well. Hearing the creaks from all around him had confirmed his thoughts. "I better see if anyone else is on this ship with me..." He spoke to himself in a low tone. "I think that if I can find the grand staircase, that would be a good place to start..." And with that he headed towards a random direction which seemed to be correct. Along the way he shoved his hands into his pocket to find another note...it was about the Nonary game. Now he would finally find out about this stupid game.
Running his fingers through his golden hair, Alex continued to look around the room. There were god awful curtains on his side of the bed but across from his the same curtain was folded up on the lower bed. There was one mirror in the middle of the room between the two beds and one sink bowl. Two lighting fixtures that sat in front of the mirror seemed like they had some kind of drawings on the front side. Getting up from the bed, Alex's foot hit a stool which was placed in front of the sink with a blue suitcase on it. "What the heck is this doing here? Where the hell am I?" He said as he picked up the suitcase. It seemed like something was inside as he rattled it. In that moment he noticed that his watch was a lot heavier than normal. He looked at his left hand and found that in place of his silver watch there was a chunky unfashionable red watch. He flipped his wrist over to see if he could take it off but it didn't seem like there was a clasp or anything. Frustrated, he turned it back over and looked at the led screen. There was only one number on it and it was number 8. Looking around some more there was a bright red suitcase on a chair that was closest to the door. On the door there was also a number on it. The same number that was on his bracelet. It seemed like it was sloppily painted on with red paint. Another thing he noticed was a card reader next to the door.
Trying to keep his cool, Alex tried to place all the pieces together in his mind. This couldn't actually be a kidnapping. If it was then he would be tied up at least. Well, maybe not but he could tell from the blank spots on the card reader the door was locked. So was he supposed to get himself out front he room? A loud explosion shook the boat as he was lost in thought, making him lose his balance. He dropped the suitcase by his feet as he gained his balance back by holding onto the sink until the shaking stopped. "What was that!?" He said to himself, knowing that no one would reply to him. Now that he thought about it, he had seen pictures of a room similar to this a while back. If he was correct then he was in a cabin. A second class cabin at that from the look of things.
Thinking back to before he woke up, all he could remember was being in his office late at night when his vision began to fail him. 'Welcome to the Nonary game.' Was the only thing he could remember the hooded figure saying as he blacked out. So was he part of some game now? What a load of crap. He didn't have time for this, the best thing to do was to get out of the room anyway. The blond male looked down at the sink and noticed something different with the handles of the faucet. The one on the right was blue and the one on the left was red. He figured that it was probably to indicate hot and cold but these handles weren't shaped like normal ones. His hand grasped around the blue one and tried to turn it with no avail. No water would come out but the handle was loose. A moment later he pulled it out from it's position. It was a key! He tried the same with the other and that one was also a key but red.
Alex could only presume that these keys went to the corresponding suitcases. He picked up the blue one and placed the key in. Turning it, the case wouldn't open. It seemed like he had to turn the dials to the correct numbers to open them. Feeling somewhat defeated, he sat down on the stool infront of the sink. His gaze wandered around the room for any clue that might help him with the code. Alex's eyes landed on the crude colored curtain what was hung up on the side of the room he woke up on. It seemed like something was painted on it. He pulled it close fully to cover the beds and his guess was correct. There were three symbols on the curtain but he couldn't tell what they were. There was an empty space between the last two symbols as well. Could it be...? He put up the other curtain that was laying on the bed and lo and behold, there were three symbols on that one as well! There was still a space in between both curtains and he still couldn't figure out what they meant. "Come on Alex, you're a smart guy." He said giving himself a boost, looking into the mirror. Sure it was pretty cheesy, but given the situation he needed a little cheering up.
As he looked into the mirror, the blond male noticed that the symbols on the curtains became numbers in reverse! Okay, so now he had figured out three numbers to the cases but what about the fourth missing number? He stared at the mirror for a while until he saw the light fixtures. Maybe if he turned them on... Yes! He turned one of the lights on and a number reflected on the mirror in the empty spot on the curtains. Now that he knew the combinations he just had to try them both on each case until they unlocked. The blue case had a note in it explaining a digital root so that was enough to get him out of the room...sort of. There was also three blue card keys. He was smart enough to figure that these keys weren't just going to let him out of the room. So he opened the red case as well to find red card keys. Figuring out the digital root, it only meant that he had to figure one out for the number 8, since that seemed to be the theme f the room. "4...6...7..should get me 8..." He spoke to himself as he slid the cards through the reader. Every time he did a green asterix would show up so it seemed like he was doing well so far.
Never before had he been happen to read the words, UNLOCKED. He escaped the room only to find himself in a long hallway with doors on one side just like the one he had escaped. Great, it really did seem like he was in a cabin...Alex was also 99 percent sure he was on a ship as well. Hearing the creaks from all around him had confirmed his thoughts. "I better see if anyone else is on this ship with me..." He spoke to himself in a low tone. "I think that if I can find the grand staircase, that would be a good place to start..." And with that he headed towards a random direction which seemed to be correct. Along the way he shoved his hands into his pocket to find another note...it was about the Nonary game. Now he would finally find out about this stupid game.
Mafia Acadamy - Keiichi Thorn Abel
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The cool wind kissed against a black motorcycle helmet as the rider wearing it sped down the road. He was already late enough as it was, only because his last meeting had taken longer then he predicted but the ride was particularly open and smooth. It wasn't like any classes were happening today so the teen hadn't missed much. Time seemed to stand still as the rider decked out in black rode through the streets. His helmet didn't let him see the sky very well but he'd guessed it was night time. From what his light blue eyes saw, the rode was black, and the sky was black. All that really guided him where the headlights on his trusty motorcycle and the yellow markings on the road. He'd never been to the school before but the directions there were pretty clear from whom he'd asked before.
Arriving to the school, the lengthy teen found a good place to park. A slip for the bike was pulled from a small case that fit on the bike after the engine was shut off and the kickstand was out. Once the slip was properly in place to protect his glorious ride, gloved hands slipped the helmet off of the riders head. Keiichi shook his head as his soft light gray hair fell into place around his face. He opened his light blue orbs to see the night sky, letting a soft sigh escape his lips. Tucking the black helmet under his arm, Kei fixed the backpack on his back and held a small suitcase. Turning to view the school closely for the first time, another sigh passed his lips. "It'll probably look different in the morning." He murmured to himself, lightly cracking his neck before proceeding to the dorm area, from which he remembered looking at the map of the school a few days back. People might have been sleeping already so he tried to stay quiet...well not really.
Kei had been up for almost six days straight now. It wasn't because he just never felt tired. It wasn't like he didn't need rest, everyone did. It was more of the fact that he'd ignored sleep and tiredness in order to work and finish everything that needed to be taken care of before he came to the retched school. He often questioned himself why there was a school for Mafia anyway.
His footsteps lightly taped the floor as he made his way to dorm room...5? Looking up at the number to the door, Kei assumed this one was his? He questioned nearly everything but if he remembered right he was rooming with three other members of his family. Upon opening the door, he spotted other items there. They were logically his roommates belongings. Kei's eyes wandered the room and suddenly blurred. He blinked. His vision was still blurry. He blinked again as well as rubbed his eyes. Suddenly, after closing the door behind him and setting down his bags, Keiichi collapsed down to the floor on his back. Maybe staying up and ignoring the need for sleep wasn't the best idea ever. But this also wasn't the first time Keiichi had stayed up for a long period of time. His roommates would probably find him and kick him to get up or something. Keiichi also contemplated on moving to the bed but his body wouldn't cooperate with him anymore until he closed his eyes and feel asleep.
Arriving to the school, the lengthy teen found a good place to park. A slip for the bike was pulled from a small case that fit on the bike after the engine was shut off and the kickstand was out. Once the slip was properly in place to protect his glorious ride, gloved hands slipped the helmet off of the riders head. Keiichi shook his head as his soft light gray hair fell into place around his face. He opened his light blue orbs to see the night sky, letting a soft sigh escape his lips. Tucking the black helmet under his arm, Kei fixed the backpack on his back and held a small suitcase. Turning to view the school closely for the first time, another sigh passed his lips. "It'll probably look different in the morning." He murmured to himself, lightly cracking his neck before proceeding to the dorm area, from which he remembered looking at the map of the school a few days back. People might have been sleeping already so he tried to stay quiet...well not really.
Kei had been up for almost six days straight now. It wasn't because he just never felt tired. It wasn't like he didn't need rest, everyone did. It was more of the fact that he'd ignored sleep and tiredness in order to work and finish everything that needed to be taken care of before he came to the retched school. He often questioned himself why there was a school for Mafia anyway.
His footsteps lightly taped the floor as he made his way to dorm room...5? Looking up at the number to the door, Kei assumed this one was his? He questioned nearly everything but if he remembered right he was rooming with three other members of his family. Upon opening the door, he spotted other items there. They were logically his roommates belongings. Kei's eyes wandered the room and suddenly blurred. He blinked. His vision was still blurry. He blinked again as well as rubbed his eyes. Suddenly, after closing the door behind him and setting down his bags, Keiichi collapsed down to the floor on his back. Maybe staying up and ignoring the need for sleep wasn't the best idea ever. But this also wasn't the first time Keiichi had stayed up for a long period of time. His roommates would probably find him and kick him to get up or something. Keiichi also contemplated on moving to the bed but his body wouldn't cooperate with him anymore until he closed his eyes and feel asleep.
Rock this world we live in - Kou Hideaki
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Friday Mornings. The time when everyone wishes to sleep in or extremely happy to get up in the morning to enjoy the feeling that the weekend is finally rearing it's head. A figure rolled beneath a white comforter on a bed which could have easily fit two or three people on it. Lifting his head from the pillow, Kou sported a quite unattractive look of disgust at the clock which beeped for him to wake up. His bed head wasn't as bad as it could have been for the length of his hair but it wasn't exactly beautiful. He ended up simply taking off his shirt when he got home from a bar last night and crashed on his bed. Kou didn't bother to take a shower to rise the gel out from his hair so it wasn't it's smooth and silky self as usual. He also reeked of alcohol and was still in his jeans from the night before.
Tossing the blanket to the other side of the bed, Kou's other hand reached out for the alarm clock and proceeded to turn it off and toss it on the bed. Out of site, out of mind. He had about two or three hours to get ready to meet with his new band mates and manager so it wasn't to big of a rush. He sat up in his bed and rubbed the back of his head, messing up his bed head even more so. It was a very unattractive site if anyone saw him. Mornings were definitely not the best time for him. Getting out from the bed finally after a good ten or fifteen minutes simply sitting there shirtless, he headed for the bathroom of his one room apartment to get ready.
Kou was all about appearance and when meeting the people he would be with for who knows how long, he had to make a perfect first impression. Rubbing his eyes, he changed his colored contacts in the mirror before hopping into the shower. Kou indeed wore glasses but he mostly wore violet colored contacts instead even though back in France people had told him that his glasses and blonde hair were attractive. He simply though they were off their rocker and dyed his hair and wore contacts.
After getting out from the shower, Kou got dressed promptly in what he thought was quite fashionable. A black v-neck t-shirt, a light gray summer scarf, some bracelets, and fitting jeans. He remembered something about having to pack for a few days so he did quite quickly. He packed all his essentials and a few pairs of clothing to last him for some days. Kou put them all in a suitcase and left it by the door so he wouldn't forget it. After getting dressed and cleaning his room, he grabbed a bottle of water and a piece of toast since he didn't have much in his fridge anyway to eat. It took him about an hour or so to finally be able to get out from his house.
It didn't take him long to get to Chiyoda since Kou lived in Tokyo anyway it seemed like he was already there in an instant. The building was quite large and seemed like a usual record company. It wasn't what he was used to but he supposed that it was something he was going to have to get used to. Lifting a pair of stylish sun glasses from the bridge of his nose to his head he took a good look at the building with his suitcase in hand and proceeded to walk into the lobby.
Tossing the blanket to the other side of the bed, Kou's other hand reached out for the alarm clock and proceeded to turn it off and toss it on the bed. Out of site, out of mind. He had about two or three hours to get ready to meet with his new band mates and manager so it wasn't to big of a rush. He sat up in his bed and rubbed the back of his head, messing up his bed head even more so. It was a very unattractive site if anyone saw him. Mornings were definitely not the best time for him. Getting out from the bed finally after a good ten or fifteen minutes simply sitting there shirtless, he headed for the bathroom of his one room apartment to get ready.
Kou was all about appearance and when meeting the people he would be with for who knows how long, he had to make a perfect first impression. Rubbing his eyes, he changed his colored contacts in the mirror before hopping into the shower. Kou indeed wore glasses but he mostly wore violet colored contacts instead even though back in France people had told him that his glasses and blonde hair were attractive. He simply though they were off their rocker and dyed his hair and wore contacts.
After getting out from the shower, Kou got dressed promptly in what he thought was quite fashionable. A black v-neck t-shirt, a light gray summer scarf, some bracelets, and fitting jeans. He remembered something about having to pack for a few days so he did quite quickly. He packed all his essentials and a few pairs of clothing to last him for some days. Kou put them all in a suitcase and left it by the door so he wouldn't forget it. After getting dressed and cleaning his room, he grabbed a bottle of water and a piece of toast since he didn't have much in his fridge anyway to eat. It took him about an hour or so to finally be able to get out from his house.
It didn't take him long to get to Chiyoda since Kou lived in Tokyo anyway it seemed like he was already there in an instant. The building was quite large and seemed like a usual record company. It wasn't what he was used to but he supposed that it was something he was going to have to get used to. Lifting a pair of stylish sun glasses from the bridge of his nose to his head he took a good look at the building with his suitcase in hand and proceeded to walk into the lobby.
Lets play cards - Lance White
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It was already Sunday morning, which meant the little white rabbit was already up. Everything was packed and ready to go. The teen wore the usual first day of school white rabbit attire with his ears and tail. It'd be a bother for him to arrive there then have to change right? It didn't bother him if he for stares or weird looks from regular people who didn't understand. It wasn't like they could anyway. The bunny hopped onto a plane and rode his way to the school from Britain. Pushing up his glasses, he relaxed until his feet touched the ground again at the school.
It wasn't very long until the plane was there though. His baggage had already been taken care of and was delivered to his room left for one messenger bag which hung from his shoulder. After taking a cab from the airport, Lance took sight of his beloved school. It wasn't like he was early or late. Everyone else was just merely early or late. Lance was always on time. A gloved hand slipped into his pocket pulling out a small silver pocket watch. His red eyes glanced down at the time as he simply grinned quietly to himself.
Stepping out from the car, Lance paid the driver and happily skipped off towards his school. Everything was just as it was. The white school buildings and the dorms with the symbols on the houses. Ever since his first year here, He'd always stayed in the heart dorm although he never really belonged to any of the houses. The rabbit didn't mind for it much though, he was used to it and didn't really want any change. Stepping through the hallways, Lance glanced within the old classrooms remembering the times he spent there. Over the summer, He'd spent time at home mostly...and it wasn't the greatest summer ever, but he was glad to be back.
The rabbit gracefully tip-toed around wondering where all the other students were. They were late. Even if it was morning and Sunday nonetheless. Shouldn't they have been getting ready for school? The thought about school made him sigh. Passing the cafeteria and gym as well as the pool, Lance found himself a nice little area of grass to sit down on. The sun was shinning and it was a good time to take a nap. It WAS a long ride over here and sitting down for a bit didn't do anyone harm. Looking up at the clouds, the rabbit layed on his back placing his arms behind his head. What he thought about where who the new students on the council was. Boy, he hoped they were nice...but a little drama wouldn't hurt once in a while...
It wasn't very long until the plane was there though. His baggage had already been taken care of and was delivered to his room left for one messenger bag which hung from his shoulder. After taking a cab from the airport, Lance took sight of his beloved school. It wasn't like he was early or late. Everyone else was just merely early or late. Lance was always on time. A gloved hand slipped into his pocket pulling out a small silver pocket watch. His red eyes glanced down at the time as he simply grinned quietly to himself.
Stepping out from the car, Lance paid the driver and happily skipped off towards his school. Everything was just as it was. The white school buildings and the dorms with the symbols on the houses. Ever since his first year here, He'd always stayed in the heart dorm although he never really belonged to any of the houses. The rabbit didn't mind for it much though, he was used to it and didn't really want any change. Stepping through the hallways, Lance glanced within the old classrooms remembering the times he spent there. Over the summer, He'd spent time at home mostly...and it wasn't the greatest summer ever, but he was glad to be back.
The rabbit gracefully tip-toed around wondering where all the other students were. They were late. Even if it was morning and Sunday nonetheless. Shouldn't they have been getting ready for school? The thought about school made him sigh. Passing the cafeteria and gym as well as the pool, Lance found himself a nice little area of grass to sit down on. The sun was shinning and it was a good time to take a nap. It WAS a long ride over here and sitting down for a bit didn't do anyone harm. Looking up at the clouds, the rabbit layed on his back placing his arms behind his head. What he thought about where who the new students on the council was. Boy, he hoped they were nice...but a little drama wouldn't hurt once in a while...
RP sample (Presumed School Rp) - Izumi Steel Kyo
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Izumi's steel blue eyes darted from door to door. Only a couple minutes in and he was already lost. The poor boy had always been hopelessly deprived of his sense of directions even in a school as such. But the boy figured that maybe this was natural. 'Who am I kidding...I'm hopelessly lost...' Izumi thought to himself depressingly. He drifted on the outskirts of the school until he found a sign that lead him to where he needed to be. Feeling completely idiotic for missing the place, his eyes gazed his surroundings. The golden haired boy had just realized that he was near the exact place from where he started this seemingly never ending journey.
Nearly dropping his bags on the way in, Izumi hadn't plan on carrying more then three bags but somehow he wound up with four, which was more then he could handle. Walking up to the woman behind the desk, she continued to fiddle with the papers before stopping to notice his strangely bright and noticeable hair. "Hi, I'm Izumi Steel Kyo-""Here's your schedule and your key." She quickly stated handing him a silver key and a sheet of paper. He blinked confused, yet perplexed on how quickly she responded. Giving an award winning smile as he took the materials from her, he spoke in his flirtatious tone to her. "Thanks, Love." Izumi gave her a wink before heading out the door.
The boy had always been a complicated person but it was fun to flirt, more so of the reactions that came after it. Izumi always loved to see what kind of reactions would happen from the things he did, and he wasn't afraid to test it either. He was always curious, but he loved to see the turn of events that would usually follow soon after an action. A better example would be that he loved to see which way a domino would fall to cause a chair reaction having other events or domino's that fell after it.
Leaving that thought behind, Izumi quickly headed towards the dorms making sure not to get lost this time. The entire time his thoughts were on his roommate. This was a school for boys, was he not correct? So he could pretty much assume that his roommate had to be a male as well. 'I wonder what he'll be like.' The teenager thought as his eyes drifted to the numbers on the dorm doors. Of course, his room was the easiest to find. It was dorm number one.
A sudden pain hit the boy's head just before he went to unlock his new dorm. A loud groan escaped his lips as he dropped his bags to the ground. Izumi's right hand flew up to hold his throbbing temple. 'Man, was this a bad time for a headache.' Izumi thought before his left free hand dug into his jacket pocket frantically searching for the silver key he'd just recived a few minutes ago. The headache worsened, and to force it to stop he pressed his thumb against his right temple harder.
Shoving the key into the lock, Izumi turned it before nearly collapsing to the floor. This was one massive headache. It was quite unusual, maybe something triggered this headache, nonetheless the throbbing pain didn't stop and it didn't show any signs of letting up. Quickly, picking up his belongings Izumi entered his room glancing around to make sure his roommate wasn't there. Thankfully, there was no where in sight of another body being in the room. He did however notice the bags that were shoved under a bed. Assuming they were his roommates, The golden haired boy layed his bags down on the free bed before his hand returned to his temple.
The door was so carelessly left open for the world to see the room but his brain wasn't processing that at the moment due to the pain. Izumi tried to make it towards the door to shut it but was stopped short before deciding to leave it and lay down on the red floor of the bedroom. He'd barely even reached the door before making this decision. Hopefully, no one had to witness his little massive headache. Laying on the floor on his back, Izumi held his throbbing temple without another thought. He feared that moving anymore would worsen the effects that was already in progress so he layed there hoping for it to pass.
Maybe it was all this stress of moving somewhere that he'd never been to for who knew how long. Or possibly that he hadn't slept well for the past couple of days that was taking it's toll on his physical being? The poor boys brain couldn't possibly process that at the moment, maybe all he needed was sleep. His eyes look onto the bed which was currently occupied by bags. A quiet groan past his lips before his gaze returned to the ceiling. He wasn't planning on moving from the floor anytime soon, nor did his headache permit it. Maybe he could've just stayed there until his roommate came back and shut the door for him, because he certainly wasn't able to do it himself at the moment.
Nearly dropping his bags on the way in, Izumi hadn't plan on carrying more then three bags but somehow he wound up with four, which was more then he could handle. Walking up to the woman behind the desk, she continued to fiddle with the papers before stopping to notice his strangely bright and noticeable hair. "Hi, I'm Izumi Steel Kyo-""Here's your schedule and your key." She quickly stated handing him a silver key and a sheet of paper. He blinked confused, yet perplexed on how quickly she responded. Giving an award winning smile as he took the materials from her, he spoke in his flirtatious tone to her. "Thanks, Love." Izumi gave her a wink before heading out the door.
The boy had always been a complicated person but it was fun to flirt, more so of the reactions that came after it. Izumi always loved to see what kind of reactions would happen from the things he did, and he wasn't afraid to test it either. He was always curious, but he loved to see the turn of events that would usually follow soon after an action. A better example would be that he loved to see which way a domino would fall to cause a chair reaction having other events or domino's that fell after it.
Leaving that thought behind, Izumi quickly headed towards the dorms making sure not to get lost this time. The entire time his thoughts were on his roommate. This was a school for boys, was he not correct? So he could pretty much assume that his roommate had to be a male as well. 'I wonder what he'll be like.' The teenager thought as his eyes drifted to the numbers on the dorm doors. Of course, his room was the easiest to find. It was dorm number one.
A sudden pain hit the boy's head just before he went to unlock his new dorm. A loud groan escaped his lips as he dropped his bags to the ground. Izumi's right hand flew up to hold his throbbing temple. 'Man, was this a bad time for a headache.' Izumi thought before his left free hand dug into his jacket pocket frantically searching for the silver key he'd just recived a few minutes ago. The headache worsened, and to force it to stop he pressed his thumb against his right temple harder.
Shoving the key into the lock, Izumi turned it before nearly collapsing to the floor. This was one massive headache. It was quite unusual, maybe something triggered this headache, nonetheless the throbbing pain didn't stop and it didn't show any signs of letting up. Quickly, picking up his belongings Izumi entered his room glancing around to make sure his roommate wasn't there. Thankfully, there was no where in sight of another body being in the room. He did however notice the bags that were shoved under a bed. Assuming they were his roommates, The golden haired boy layed his bags down on the free bed before his hand returned to his temple.
The door was so carelessly left open for the world to see the room but his brain wasn't processing that at the moment due to the pain. Izumi tried to make it towards the door to shut it but was stopped short before deciding to leave it and lay down on the red floor of the bedroom. He'd barely even reached the door before making this decision. Hopefully, no one had to witness his little massive headache. Laying on the floor on his back, Izumi held his throbbing temple without another thought. He feared that moving anymore would worsen the effects that was already in progress so he layed there hoping for it to pass.
Maybe it was all this stress of moving somewhere that he'd never been to for who knew how long. Or possibly that he hadn't slept well for the past couple of days that was taking it's toll on his physical being? The poor boys brain couldn't possibly process that at the moment, maybe all he needed was sleep. His eyes look onto the bed which was currently occupied by bags. A quiet groan past his lips before his gaze returned to the ceiling. He wasn't planning on moving from the floor anytime soon, nor did his headache permit it. Maybe he could've just stayed there until his roommate came back and shut the door for him, because he certainly wasn't able to do it himself at the moment.