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Post by Mel Kucharski on Jun 18, 2010 13:23:14 GMT -4
It's difficult.. To tell what people think or feel about you - -- --- ---- ----- ------ ------- ------ ----- ---- --- -- -[/center] Mel had just jumped out of the shower and was almost finished doing his hair when he remembered where he needed to be today. "Ughh, that's right!" He slapped a hand over his face, "How did I forget that?"
He glanced at the clock sitting on an end table near his still-messy bed, noting the time. He probably wasn't late, but he had forgotten to tell Felix a time. He should probably do that. He covered his hands in spike gel and ruffled them through the back of his head until small bits of hair stood up in a spiked fashion. He checked his appearance, washed his hands, and walked over to his laptop that was sitting idly on the floor. Opening it he clicked onto the Shifteracademy2 c-box. It looked like Celeste and Zero had been on not to long ago, but they had both logged out. Mel shrugged and shut the computer again. Oh well, he'd just have to go and wait. First things first though- he needed to find some clothes. He laughed to realize that he was currently only wearing a towel.
Most of his clothes needed to be washed, but he did find a few things to wear. He selected a red shift with the word "Bounjour" across the front- red was a good color on him- a pair of cargo pants, and his ring. It was rainbow studded. Mel had never found himself able to connect the idea of "gay pride" with rainbows. From what he remembered from sunday school, a rainbow was God's way of promising something. What a lovely promise. He also grabbed a jacket, because it looked a bit overcast outside.
The checked his overall appearance in the mirror once more and decided it was good, running his fingertips over the scar on his eyebrow. That made him frown. he leaned in closer and focused on it, a white line cutting the end on his eyebrow into two parts. A gift from middle school. A mark that would last forever, marring that part of his face. He hated it. It was really all that noticeable, but to Mel it was just as bad as having a huge zit right on the tip of his nose.
He shook his head disapprovingly and turned his back on his reflection to gaze upon his huge, empty room. There were somethings that were nice about having a dorm all to yourself, fro instance, being able to change and get dressed without feeling awkward, using the mirror or the bathroom as long as he wanted. What he didn't like was the huge gap it created. It was lonely, no doubt, it wasn't much fun just sitting around talking to people on a computer yet never talking to anyone else in real life. The Hamster agreed with that bit, but didn't much like the idea of having other people at close living quarters. But that's why today was so special. Felix Sbarge had agreed to meet him at the lounge, and had even gone so far as to offer him the extra bed in his dorm. So he couldn't be late.
Grabbing a worn brown satchel off the floor, Mel crammed a few books-mostly crossword and puzzle books- into his bag, a little memo book and a few mechanical pencils. Tossing it over his shoulder he went out of the room, bounded down a few flights of stairs, and in no time at all, was on his way to the lounge.
It was only a short jog to the lounge, Mel made the best of it, seeing as it was chilly. Once in the lounge, he noticed the amount of people in it. There weren't too many people, persey, but not 'only a few' either. There was mostly a chattering sound, the mixture of multiple unrelated conversations between people. The teen scanned the room, searching for Felix's face. He only barely remembered it from the small icon on the c-box. He looked to be a handsome young man with black spiked hair, but he couldn't be sure. The icon was just too small. he was pretty sure it wouldn't be too hard for Felix to pick him out though, blonde hair does that sometimes.
Skirting around the socializing teenagers, Mel selected a unoccupied couch in the corner and sat on it, close to one of the arms. Slipping his arms out of the jacket and folding it neatly he pulled his legs up to sit cross legged on the couch. Taking one more time to look around, he turned his attentions to his bag and pulled out a book.
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Felix Sbarge
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While there is excitement in breaking down doors, one must be prepared to do so.
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Post by Felix Sbarge on Jun 18, 2010 15:09:29 GMT -4
 
He should have asked Mel what time he wanted to meet. But that was the way of internet meetings, something was always over looked. So he figured he should get a move on.
Letting his hair dry a bit, he searched through his dresser first, trying to find the shirt he'd had in mind. It was a faded blue, sort of reminiscent of the average blue sky, with five white stripes "painted" across the front. Next, he pulled a pair of black slim jeans from the drawer below and then contemplated what the throw over that. He should have a grey modern plaid shirt in here somewhere... There! He puled the light button up shirt over his T-shirt, deigning not to button it up. The essence of his daily clothing complete, he collected his everyday accessories, his analog watch, strapped to his right wrist, the black and silver ring on his right hand, and the sunglasses slipped on front of his shirt. IT was too dark for them now.
He checked himself in the mirror as he pulled a belt through his pants, deciding his hair had had enough personal time. Felix coated his hands in gel and ruffled his dark brown hair forwards, giving himself a sort of crazed look, but he liked the style. It was individual. It was him, if on the crazy side. And seeing as his hair never really cooperated with him and some strands always ended up hanging across his forehead, it was even more of an odd look. But no matter. He had a date. Well, technically, a business meeting. But to Felix, it didn't matter what one called it, he just hoped Mel would decide to join his dorm. He could do with a guy of the same stock around.
Felix ducked a head outside the window, judged that it might possibly rain, and grabbed an umbrella. He didn't like jackets between him and one of his favorite things. An umbrella would at least allow him to get wet every so often. And as he left the dorm and headed in the general direction of the campus lounge, he got his wish. It was only a little sprinkle, but that suited him just fine. American Minks liked water, he couldn't deny that. But it wouldn't due to met Mel soaking wet, so he kept the umbrella up for most of his stroll.
A collection of minutes later and after only two wrong turns, the Irish teenager made it to the lounge. He'd set his umbrella outside the building to dry off and proceeded to search around the lounge through gossiping teens and the faint patter of rain for a boy whose picture had him looking remarkably like a girl, and sporting the whitest blonde hair Felix had seen. Even when he dyed his hair, he didn't go that far.
Mel wasn't too hard of a character to spot, seated on a sofa alone, reading a book. His hair fit the picture perfectly, even the style was basically the same gelled in the back and long in front. The rainbows announced to the casual viewer his orientation, but Felix had never though much of rainbows as signifying sexual preference. He didn't much like rainbows anyway, as one could see by his clothing choice. And of course, he was instantly jealous of Mel's pants. Pockets and zippers were a favorite fashion element. Felix approached the sofa casually, a little uncertainty backing the visual up horribly. "You must be Mel." He said, stopping before the boy. "I'm Felix." He offered Mel his hand with a smile that displayed his hesitation, but also his sincerity.Clothes |
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Post by Mel Kucharski on Jun 18, 2010 19:11:47 GMT -4
It's difficult.. To tell what people think or feel about you - -- --- ---- ----- ------ ------- ------ ----- ---- --- -- -[/center] Mel bit his lip and narrowed his eyes at the sheet of paper, tapping his cheek with a pen he has retrieved from his bag only moments ago. "Three letter word for 'extreme hatred'. Huh.." He unconsciously pushed the capped end into his mouth, gnawing a bit in his frustration. Why was it always the short ones that got him? His initial thought was 'irk' but the word just below it was the was 'genie' giving the word an 'e', so he wasn't sure that to make of the word. He sighed and wrote down 'ir' anyway. He knew that the lower one had to be Genie, because the question was "____was voiced by Robin Williams in the classic 1992 film based off of Islamic literature". It was really too easy.
Mel stopped, and looked at it. Ire.. was that even a word? He had heard it somewhere but wasn't sure what it meant. He decided not to let it nag him and looked for a longer word. 'In music- moderately slow' Seven letter word. Mel smiled, that one was easy enough- Andante. His big brother Friderick took lots of piano lessons, sometimes he'd invite Mel to come sit with him while he played and to turn pages when he needed it. With a soft smile he wrote it in. He had always loved Friderick the most. He was quiet and thoughtful, mature and strong. Although he typically didn't interfere with Jarick and Marceli's actions when they would tease him, but if they ever got physical he would immediately step in and remove his littlest brother. This got especially important in middle school, after he was attacked that one day. Even though he was busy and had difficult homework to finish for his classes, he volunteered to walk his brother to and from school. Often times the boys would throw stones at them, but Friderick would always step behind Mel to shield him, taking every stone and rock without a sound.
Mel remembered asking him why he did that for him and why he never got angry. He replied, "Because, little Aleksy, thats how they win over us. We are of strong stock. We mustn't break down under the cruelty of others. Those that show uninhibited violence are not strong, only weak. Those that can endure and still smile are strong."
The boy didn't understand some of the words his brother used, but his message pierced him right though the heart. He had never heard his brother speak such words to anyone else, in fact, he hardly ever heard him speak. Mel loved his voice though, it was deep and rich, but quiet and modest, with the slightest hint of a polish accent, for that had been the first language his father had taught him before he learned english.
"You must be Mel." A friendly voice said, "I'm Felix."
Mel jumped, shaken from his warm reflections. He dropped his pen and looked up to see a smiling dark-haired young man standing over him."Oh! Right!" The hamster shifter closed his crossword puzzle book and jumped up taking the outstretched hand in his and shaking it."S-sorry. I am Mel." He dropped the hand and stood back, nervously brushing the hair out of his eyes."I didn't see you come in!"
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While there is excitement in breaking down doors, one must be prepared to do so.
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Post by Felix Sbarge on Jun 18, 2010 19:57:58 GMT -4
"And you're cuter in person." Felix commented, nodded at Mel's action of messing/fixing his hair. It was hard to tell from the style it had started in. Now, normally, Felix tried to make of point of reserving his comments about looks to himself, but that had been back at his old school. He figured here, he could and should allow himself the pleasure of comments that other guys were totally loose with. If anyone here cared, they could see him about it. It was high time he got over trying to make others feel like the world was perfect in one more sense and completed his own world just a bit.
In the past, back at a "normal" high school, he'd been sort of the outcast. He hadn't known who he was, or what direction he was headed. It was only with the intervention of another boy, one who had already figured these things out, that Felix finally decided to pursue other interests. The boy had asked him on a date. Which had been, well, awkward for the first few moments, but Felix took the question seriously. And after considering it, and after considering his own actions up to this point in life, it had sort of made sense to say yes. But he said no on principle. One did not date strangers.
But looking at Mel, he felt that same sort of sense. Felix knew Mel was gay, that had been expressed online, but it had been a while since he'd met anyone of his own orientation (or close to it) in person. And someone who was so willing to show it off. Clearly, Mel liked the reactions he got from looking like a girl. Felix couldn't blame him; reactions over gender and appearance of gender were some of the best. That was why he was so vocal about explaining his own orientation, if not visual. Maybe he should be more visual...Clothes |
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Post by Mel Kucharski on Jun 19, 2010 3:20:37 GMT -4
It's difficult.. To tell what people think or feel about you - -- --- ---- ----- ------ ------- ------ ----- ---- --- -- -[/center] Mel shuffled his feet a bit as Felix bent to retrieve the pen he had dropped in his surprise. He was tempted to tell the older boy not to worry about it but couldn't find the words. He had just completely embarrassed himself on the very first meeting with a potential roommate. Plus if he was going to be nice, let him. He played with the edge of his shirt waiting for him to return the pen. Smiling a bit when he did and offering a small, "Thank you."
His next comment was surprising, "And you're cuter in person."
Heat rose in Mel's face, his eyebrows arched and his mouth opened slightly. It was an odd thing to say upon first meeting but incredibly flattering nonetheless. He dropped his head a bit, modestly trying to hide a small, self-conscious smile as well as the pinkish tinge his face had taken on. "Thank you."
It was a typical reaction he had to being told he was cute. Although it mostly came from girls who knew that he was a boy. More often than not, a guy would say he was beautiful,or, if he was just trying to flirt he'd say 'hot'. Of course they didn't realize he was actually a boy. This typically happened on days he chose to wear a skirt. Mel didn't think much of correcting people when they made assumptions on his gender. If they asked, he would tell them. On occasion he would correct, but usually not. Truth be told, he liked being complimented. It had nothing to do with ego, it just made him feel sort of warm and fuzzy and assured that people really do notice him. It was also pretty funny seeing people react to finding out. Acting surprised like it some sort of scandal, then trying to play it off cool, like they knew all along and were just joking. Either that or they'd fly into a flurry of apologies.
He sat down on the couch, stuffing his crossword puzzle book into his satchel along with the pen. He probably looked really frazzled, which was super embarrassing. He cleared a space and motioned to the seat beside him, offering it to Felix. "Your pretty cute yourself."
It was a lie. Felix wasn't cute, he was gorgeous. Or, at least he was to Mel. He wasn't very tall, but still stood four or five inches above him. Felix turned out shorter than he had originally imagined, but, it was still good, probably better. He was well built too, not exactly in body-builder terms, but definitely as an athlete, fit and slender. His jaw consisted of a smooth curve coming to a strong and prominent chin- all cleanly shaven. His eyes were an intense blue, so blue it was almost black, Mel couldn't help but feel he was missing something looking at them, some sort of secretive feature. He was impressed by the expressive quality in his eyebrows. His hair was interesting, it wasn't exactly black as much as it was dark brown. It didn't have any order to it, no conformity at all. Random spike of hair going in all directions, blissfully unaware or what they were a part of. It was an organized kind of chaos, an artful sort. It still made Mel want to reach out and move the hair away from his face, a bad habit of his. His smile was fetching as well, kind of slight with the ends of his mouth curling up symmetrically on each side. A really genuine smile.
But of course, Mel wouldn't voice any of this. "Your pretty cute too" was the best he could do without feeling totally embarrassed. Mirroring another person is a lot easier than admitting what you really think.
It made Mel nervously touch the tips of his own long blonde hair and wonder why he always noted the stupidest details about people's faces. Especially this right now. He swallowed the awkwardness and put on his best smile, "It's really great to get to meet you in person." He dropped his hand and folded them in his lap,"So.. how have you been?
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While there is excitement in breaking down doors, one must be prepared to do so.
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Post by Felix Sbarge on Jun 20, 2010 0:50:48 GMT -4
Felix was caught by the scar over the platinum blond's left eyebrow, something that didn't fit at all with the face before him. But he didn't say anything; it wasn't his place, nor was it the time, if indeed the scar held bad memories. Felix knew his own scars did. At least they were hidden, out of view where others didn't have to feel awkward staring at them and forbidding themselves from asking the question. Less awkwardness for everyone that way.
The American Mink Shifter nodded a "you're welcome" to each of Mel's "thank yous," and took the seat Mel cleared for him with muttered thanks of his own. The sofa was soft, but too uncomfortable to fall asleep on. As for the cute comment, it was warming to hear it returned. It wasn't very often he got those sorts of comments from others. He never thought of himself as cute anyway. Handsome, but not obviously so. Pleasing to look at, but not decadent. But then, he liked cute. It gave him a lot to aspire to, an active adjective, he might say. "Thanks, yourself."
He smiled again, noting the look of intense analysis Mel gave him, saw the hesitation on his hair, then noted the unconscious way he brushed his own off his forehead. Felix mimicked him, trying not to laugh. "Better?" But before he could get an answer to the spur of the moment word, Mel posed the question of horrid icebreakers. "It's great to meet you too, Mel. I'm actually not that bad. Daniel, the boy I room with, was out after my shower, thankfully, or I would be in a more aloof mood." He raised a hinting eyebrow quickly, suggesting at the appearance of his roommate, tugging the sun glasses on his shirt with his right hand, leaning on his left arm, hand to his grinning chin, elbow in his black clothed lap, slim figure turned toward Mel just a little. He didn't mean to appear desperate for fear of freaking Mel out. But it was polite to look at the person to whom one spoke.
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Post by Mel Kucharski on Jun 20, 2010 17:05:03 GMT -4
It's difficult.. To tell what people think or feel about you - -- --- ---- ----- ------ ------- ------ ----- ---- --- -- -[/center] Mel turned red again as Felix copied his movement of him moving his hair off of his face. Most people didn't notice it when Mel would do things like that. He couldn't help himself, he was a clean person, and when he saw something-or in this case- someone that he thought was cute/adorable/handsome he unconsciously groomed himself in an attempt to make himself more presentable, and hopefully make the other person as interested in him as he was in them. he never realized he was doing it until it was too late, but it definitely was a sign that he like was he saw. He couldn't form an answer or excuse as to why he did it, but Felix came to his rescue with another question.
He looked up and smiled, his blush softening back into his normal coloring "No I guess not.." he looked at his hands and swallowed, noticing how Felix leaned in. He dropped backwards until his back touched the sofa, he let out a long breath and pulled up his legs to sit cross-legged on the couch. He looked at Felix and worked up a smile, playing with the hem of his shirt. "I'm still trying to get used to the newness of it. I really want to buy different bed sheets, but I don't know if I can get the money to do it."
He scooted a bit closer to the older boy so he wouldn't have to speak as loud. He was still trying to figure out the gesture that he made after talking about his roommate. Was he insinuating something about him? Mel decided just to go with it. "So you said something about your roommate... what's he like?"
It was possible that Mel might decide to room with the two, and although it was nice to have someone a lot like him sharing the room, it was also really awkward. He hoped that perhaps his other potential roommate was straight, or in the very least, bi. He needed variety and someone to alleviate the tension. After all, two gay kids in one room? Things were sure to get uncomfortable. Well, maybe not for Felix, but definitely for Mel.
Mel was the sort of person that loved people, but still needed his space. It was a testament to the turmoil he felt in the world around him. Even though it sometimes felt like it was too hard and he couldn't keep up he kept control of the only thing he had that was truly his. His space and his privacy. Psychologically speaking, is said that he had hope for the future, so he was taking care of what he had responsiblity over now.
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While there is excitement in breaking down doors, one must be prepared to do so.
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Post by Felix Sbarge on Jun 21, 2010 22:26:36 GMT -4
So when he finally reached this conclusion, he noted how much of Mel's actions: the smoothing of the hair, messing with shirt rims, general aggrivation as far as hands were concerned, Felix considered that Mel had to be some for of small mammal shifter. Felix studied Mel a second, taking in the near perfectly constructed hair and the very casual, yet neat clothing. Something domestic, maybe? But nowadays, so many rodents could be domesticated. And all of them kept clean anyway... He'd need more clues if he was going to figure out Mel's shift without asking. It was his style of puzzle, compared to a simple crossword.
"Daniel's a seventh grader. He's cute, I have to admit, but a seventh grader. I don't even know if he realizes I'm bi yet: we don't see each other much, oddly enough." Felix smiled a little, not quite certain how that worked. He slept in longer than Daniel, he knew, but that was a pleasant thing. It meant he take as long as he wanted in the shower. But other than that, he didn't know much of Dan's activities. He was a panda shifter, so Felix imagined that the forest was a prime hang out spot, away from the hustle and bustle of a campus supposedly in summer time.
But this conversation about his roommate wasn't very stimulating. Now, if Felix knew a bit more about Dan, perhaps, but the seventh grader was as much a new acquaintance to him as he'd be to Mel. If Mel decided to move in. What bothered Felix more was that he and Dan could get a new roommate at any given moment. They could have one now for all he knew. Which was fine, but he'd liked to have hung out more with Mel. So, to prove that point, he picked another obvious topic. "What's your major then? Out of curiosity."Clothes |
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Post by Mel Kucharski on Jun 22, 2010 12:19:46 GMT -4
It's difficult.. To tell what people think or feel about you - -- --- ---- ----- ------ ------- ------ ----- ---- --- -- -[/center]Mel looked up and smiled, "A panda? That would make sense why he's cute."It was sort of an awkward thing to say, but Mel saw no issue with it. He liked cute things, bit mostly cute people. When he saw a cute person-most often a girl- he seemed to go into a kind of subtle hysteric. It was an odd thing to witness, but for the most part a person would take it as flattery. mel kept a very fine line between "cute" and "handsome" though. As noted before, He did not find Felix Sbarge cute. He was handsome, nothing less than. Stunning and well-made features said such. He didn't posses the small effeminate features that Mel did, but to him that was good. Despite his orientation, he still looked like a dependable type, something that was necessary for Mel in looking for a relationship. He figured that they would get along really well if they did end up rooming together. even if they didn't, Mel would most likely get a new friend. "He's pretty young though.. I always thought that maybe they should the younger kids in different dorms.Sometimes things could get a bit out of hand in the dorms, for the most part it was tame, but they had their moments. After all, what can you expect from throwing a bunch of teenagers into one building? The Hamster didn't like it, and it made Mel stress a bit. Mel tried to think of something else to say, but Felix rescued him by asking, "What's your major then? Out of curiosity."MEl's head tilted a bit and he blinked processing the question. It clicked and connected in his mind, causing a slight pause in the conversation. Sometimes he would forget tiny details, even though he knew them by heart, "Oh, sorry. I'm in Anthropology." He placed his hands in his lap, trying to keep still, "I think I want to be either a cultural anthropologist or a social anthropologist. I really want to work with the UN"Mel's humanitarian nature compelled him towards such a career. He loved other people. His shift wasn't really social with members of its own species but was definitely friendly to humans. Everyone had a career choice that was similar to their shift and animal. what was Felix's shift again? For some reason he couldn't remember. He mentioned in in the c-box at one time, but Mel couldn't recall. So he went for the next best thing. "What about you?"--------- -------- ------- ------ ----- ---- --- -- - Word count: 451 Tag: Felix Sbarge Notes: none Clothes: Here.[/size] |
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While there is excitement in breaking down doors, one must be prepared to do so.
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Post by Felix Sbarge on Jun 24, 2010 23:38:55 GMT -4
"Now, refresh my memory on anthropology? I mean, I know they study humans, but what does one do with a major like that?" He wasn't overly curious, but he was interested. Just becuase he hated to know details of things he would never do didn't mean he didn't support it. That there was someone out there who wanted to know where they had come from and how they behave, be Felix had church and religion for half of that. He was just too much of a coward to express this and too much of a civil guy to press people into converting. He couldn't make them. But human behavior was something that always interested him. Maybe Mel could analyze why he had wanted to be a pacifist in the first place. Sometimes, he questioned the long-term thought in human nature...
Leaning forward again, he winced, something in his pants pocket having been shifted around enough to stab him in the side. A pen or pencil maybe? But when had he put one of those in his pants recently? He had a graphite set, but those where always on his desk... Frowning, mostly in uncertainty but somewhat in pain, he leaned the opposite direction of the pocket, away from Mel, and fished in the tiny fabric storage unit for the source of his wonder and misery. His unbuttoned shirt slide from his side to reveal the blue striped t-shirt beneath and the obvious fact that he barely had a muscular physic. But that was the least of his worries at the moment. After a second, his fingers closed around the culprit of his distraction, an unfastened clothes pin. Along with a gang of fastened ones.
The fashion major sighed, staring at the blood on the very tip and wondering if he should wash that off in the bath room and throw it away. Well, the throwing away part was definite, but the cleaning? Maybe he'd just skip that. "Excuse me," he muttered to Mel, standing and awkwardly surveying the room for a trash can while at the same time trying to be casual about it. Once his objective was located, he quickly made the trip to toss the tiny torture device and then returned. "Sorry about that. I have a habit of carrying pins and needles and such on me. Not a safe habit... I'm a fashion major." He grimaced, but the light of self-amusement was heavy in his dark blue eyes. Clothes |
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