feeling w e l c o m e d ? [luke/open]

[Caleb Hanson]

Finally, moving in. Caleb had dumped his stuff on his bed not too long ago. When he had actually arrived at the island, he just quickly scanned for his room and dumped his things on his bed. It was very unlike him. He would usually go in and unpack every single thing, and by that time he would want to sleep and would have napped most of the day away. But instead he had went outside and spoken with a few people. Well now, he was back inside to actually unpack and discover who this roommate was going to be. Wasn’t there a system to that? He swore he had gotten a piece of paper that had said who his roommate was. But alas, he had misplaced it. The name started with an L though, or at least he thought… Maybe it was a J? Whatever, the first letter of a name wouldn’t be of much help anyways.

He made his way back into the room, unlocking the door to only discover it was still empty. Mystery roommate not here yet? Well, might as well get unpacked. He went over to the large suitcases on the bed and he began opening them. The first was his clothing, he took his time. Grabbed one shirt, unfolded it and put it away. Boring, but at least he wouldn’t be leaving out of luggage. He couldn’t stand that. As he went onto the next shirt, he realized this could get excruciatingly boring fast. But, he wouldn’t play music or anything of the sort. He hated music. Yes, he hated music. How could a person hate music? They just could. It was possible. There was no point to it, it was just noise. Loud, annoying, noise.

Caleb soon drifted off into his own thoughts. He got into a rhythm of unpacking, pleased to be back. It wasn’t as if he hated being home, he just liked being on an island with other’s around his age who could shift into all sorts of animals. It was interesting and intriguing around here most of the time. Being home was just home. Unless he met up with a few of his old friends. Suddenly, as he moved onto putting away his pants and shorts, he heard a horribly loud ruckus from one of the surrounding rooms. They were blasting music. He scowled and furrowed his eyebrows. What a horrible noise. He leaned closer to the wall and pounded his fist against it, was he really going to start something? Maybe. It was late afternoon so he could cut them some slack. A little bit, just a hair of it.

He glanced over at the occupied space of living. Trying to see anything that would hint at a personality. Such as a poster or a lot of dirty clothing, anything. You could actually judge someone by how they live. Of course, if this roommate was a slob, he wouldn’t automatically hate him. It would just give hint to his personality.

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[Luke Bowers]

* LUKE ( OLIVER ) BOWERS ,

Luke was excited for getting a roommate. For what reason, he didn’t know. Sure, lately he was somewhat in a depressed state, but underneath it all he was still the kid that liked to have fun, liked to socialize (somewhat) and liked to play jokes. His Jaguar was a loner, but humans had their own needs as well. Having a whole dorm room to himself had its advantages. No worrying about waking people up or whether someone was going to steal your stuff. Most of his stuff was still in his own area, but he wouldn’t be surprised if he had a shirt or two lying around.

He had just gotten back from outside, where he had shifted and ran around for no apparent reason. There were very few trees in the forest that he could actually relax on, but he had marked them in his mind so that he knew where to find them at. Despite all of his other advantages to being a Jaguar, the thing he liked the most was laying out on a tree limb. Sometimes in the sun, sometimes in the shade. Any animal that could make it onto the branch could do that, so it was nothing special. Just relaxing. He had visited his room beforehand, but only found the guys stuff in the room. The guy himself was nowhere to be found. Despite actually wanting a roommate for once, he didn’t want to seem weird by waiting for him to come back. Besides that, he didn’t know where he had gone off to, or how long it would have taken him to get back.

Luke returned to his room to find the door open. If he was at home, and his front door was standing wide open, he would think something was up. But in this case, he assumed his roommate had actually gotten back, which was confirmed when he walked in. He watched him bang on the wall to the room next to theirs. Someone had loud music going again. It seemed to work, as he could hear the music being turned down a little, but not so much that they couldn’t still hear it. He leaned against the doorway and watched his new roommate look around his personal area. They would get along fine as far as roommates went, so long as he didn’t mess with his stuff. ”You must be my new roommate,” he spoke up finally, standing up straight and walking in.

He quickly pulled a shirt off the floor and tossed it towards his bed. Well that proved his theory about his clothes possibly laying everywhere. But, looking again, it seemed to just the shirt and nothing else. His area was mostly clean, but he admitted it could stand to be cleaned a little more. But that was what made it his area. ”I’m Luke. Feel free to do whatever you want to the room, as long as it isn’t with my stuff.” Luke smiled and sat down on his bed, looking over at his things. Unpacking was the worst really. But it had to be done.

tagged , Caleb Hanson
words , 519
lyrics , run this town - jay-z
notes , Sorry for the delay.
credit , rora @ hos

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[Caleb Hanson]

One of his eyes caught onto an abandoned shirt on the floor, obviously his roommates, because Caleb was hardly finished unpacking and one of his shirts couldn’t have ventured over there. But as he glanced to it, a voice and a body to match entered the room. He glanced back at the male figure that had entered the room, obviously his new roommate because of what he said. He thought that statement didn’t need a replying to, but would anyways. “I was thinking the same.” replied Caleb, neutrally. There was no reason to start this on and off note. His last roommate had been one he wasn’t too pleasant with. Now Caleb loved a good argument but it was quite tiring every hour of the hour. He wouldn’t be too picky or stubborn this time round.

He grabbed a new object from his suitcase and watched the blonde haired male pick up the shirt (and only article of clothing left about) that Caleb had been looking at. As he introduced himself, Caleb felt a smile peak at his own lips. Well, at least Luke was stringent about keeping the room as he liked it. He figured in the same situation he would have said something similarly, Caleb didn’t fancy anyone going through his things. “That’ll be a mutual agreement then. I’m not much of a decorator though.” he teased somewhat, glancing about the walls. Yeah, he probably wouldn’t paint them or hang anything from the walls really. It was just easier to keep the things as they were. Although if someone offered to snazz his side of the room up a bit, he’d let them as long as it was practical.

“Oh, and I’m Caleb.” he introduced himself, looking over at Luke and going to pile out the non clothing items on his bed. Shampoo, deodorant, cologne, such and such like that. “Unpacking clothes is by far a torturous act.” commented Caleb, happy to be done with the clothing part of his unpacking. It was mostly because he knew if he let them stay in the suitcase, or if he didn’t put them away properly, then they would be wrinkled and ruined. They would need to be washed again or ironed and that required extra movement and tasks, something he avoided dearly.

Caleb felt like getting to know his new roommate. “So, do you have any strange habits or hobbies I should know of? Like a fingernail collection or trying to kill me when I sleep because you sleepwalk? Anything of the sort?” asked Caleb, looking over at Luke, he was now starting to smirk a little. But, he did expect him to confess anything he should know. Caleb would rather hear about the strange things that might happen rather than experience them, or accidentally walk in on anything.

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[Luke Bowers]

* LUKE ( OLIVER ) BOWERS ,

Luke watched as he continued to unpack his things. He had unpacked his own things the minute he had come in. If he had waited until later, it would have been several days before he got around to it. And he really didn’t like leaving his things packed up. ”Great minds think alike, I guess.” He noticed his new roommate appeared to be around his age. Probably the same grade as well. He was glad this kid seemed to agree with him. Hopefully that guaranteed his stuff wouldn’t get messed with. At least by him. In return he wouldn’t mess with his stuff either, if he could help it. It would have really sucked if his first roommate was someone he didn’t even like. Not that he could tell if they were going to get along or not, but the fact that they had just met and were agreeing with one another added a favor point to that theory.

”I’m in Environmental Design, but I’m not actually much of a decorator either. I like Architecture.” Sometimes he had to specify what exactly he was going for. He sighed and leaned back onto his bed, sinking slightly into the soft cushion. Luke nodded at him when he introduced himself and then said out loud exactly what he had been thinking a minute ago. ”I know what you mean. Unpacking the other stuff isn’t so bad. It’s when you have to start unpacking the clothes that it gets irritating.” It was just a hassle really. He liked clothes, but sometimes he wished nobody ever had to wear them. Of course nowadays that wouldn’t go by so easily and there were too many reasons why for him to list them off in his head.

Luke tried to think of any strange habits that he had that his new roommate should know about when he asked. There wasn’t anything too serious, though that he could actually think of. ”You will probably know when the time is right,” he said laughing. ”I do have some trust issues, but I think we’re getting off on a good start. I’ve always had a room to myself, so it’s kind of weird sharing the dorm with someone else.” He suspected they would be getting another one before long. Hopefully he would have enough time to get used to sharing it with one other person before the second one came in.

tagged , Caleb Hanson
words , 402
lyrics , run this town - jay-z
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credit , rora @ hos

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