A rude Awakening {Anthony}

[Amy Delilah Gray]

It was cold. She was wet. There was some kind of demented typhoon outside, and what did she do? She had to be one of the ones caught out in the middle of it, in the middle of the forest nonetheless! She couldn’t have been more stupid. She should have noticed the change in the air, or something. Really; what was the point of being able to shift into an animal when she couldn’t tell when it was going to storm? Wasn’t that some sort of ability they should get? Someone should have noticed!

Amy’s ears flicked against her head as she pushed the door open with her head. She had ended up getting stuck in the storm, and shifted as a result of some hyperventilation due to a tree almost falling on top of her when she had neared the edge of the forest. There had been two others in the storm with her; but she didn’t know where they had gone. After she shifted, instincts kicked in and she found a hiding place to calm down in until she gained most of her sense back. She had panicked, shifted, and ran. It was pathetic. She had been cursing at herself the entire way back from the forest; stopping every few steps to shake her paws free of the mud. It was absolutely worthless. She looked like a drowned cat, and she knew it. Her whiskers had droplets of rain clinging to them. Her nose twitched as she glanced at them, sending the droplets of water crashing to the ground. She hesitated for a moment, and then shook her fur. The end result was water spraying everywhere; walls, the floor, the glass behind her, and yet her fur still dripping from the rain that seemed all too happy to crash down on anything it could outside.
She glanced back, outside the doors. She glowered at the rain, making a sound that sounded half like a growl and half like a sigh. While no one else might be able to understand it, she was really muttering to herself under her breath as she turned and headed for the stairs. She made it about half-way up to her dorm too before a cold realization came over her. She glanced down at the necklace that hung around her neck, the key dangling from it. Well, she had her key, which was a start. The next question was; how the heck was she going to open her door? She lacked well... um.. thumbs. Didn’t people notice this? It wasn’t like people could shift with their clothes on! Really, what did they expect? Did these people think they kept an extra stash of clothes just lying around? Ugh, this was pointless.
She let out a sigh, sitting down where she stood on the steps.

She had three choices.
A) She could go to her door and shift quickly and try to avoid anyone seeing her.
B) She could stay here and wait for someone to see her and help her, or
C) She could try and find someone awake at this time of night.
She paused, blinking. Well, the first option was easy to rule out. As much as she loved this academy; she didn’t trust it enough to try and get into her room that way. She was a happy and bubbly person; not someone who would walk around shifting to and from things on will. As for the second option... she was wet, and she was cold. That was about as appealing to her as going back out in that storm and prancing around like a crazed bat. No. That would not happen.
That left choice number three! Now that she decided, where was her prize?
She frowned at her own idea of a bad joke, and started walking on the stairs again. When she came to a level with more rooms, she turned down the hall and hesitated. She was fairly sure these were the boy’s dorms; but she knew that there weren’t many other girls that would be up. At least, she had never run into them during her nightly wonderings. That meant it would be rather pointless either way to try and remember when the girl’s dorms started or ended. The longer she waited, the more she would shiver. Speaking of, she hadn’t really noticed until then that she was shaking. Amy glanced at her paws; lifting one and watching it shake as her body tried to reheat itself. She really, really hated the rain right about now.

She turned back to the dorms, lifting her head to try and catch something. Surely she would be able to tell if someone walked by recently? That was an animal thing, right? Ugh, she really needed to get over her fear of shifting and start getting use to it.
She blinked, her ears flattening against her head. No, she would never get use to this. This, this was abnormal. This was what had gotten someone killed, by her own er-claws, nonetheless. She didn’t want to think of that now though. She wanted to get dry. She would focus on that, and not the other thing that she didn’t like to think about. That was why she was here, right? Yes, that was why she was here. Well, maybe not here in the sense of standing in at the end of a hall as a dripping bobcat that probably looked half-drowned and shivering, but- ah! She knew what she meant!
Her eyes widened slightly when she actually caught something. Her ears perked up, her nose twitching again. She stepped forward, but hesitated before her paw landed on the ground. This was going to be really awkward. Oh well, it was better than standing there dripping. She would put together her pride later, when she was dry and not half-drowned.
She padded forward, her head hanging slightly. She walked close to the doors on one side of the hall, her nose sniffing the bottom of each. She pulled away from a few of them, sneezing as a response to the smells that she caught under them. Yeah, this had to be the guy’s dorms. If this was the girl’s dorms, there would not be smell of sweat and who-knows-what-else coming from these rooms. No; every girl she had met at this school had some form of standard for cleanliness. She paused at one of the doors, glancing up at the number that the door had written on it. She had to back up a bit, given the fact she wasn’t as tall as say... a human... but after raising on her hind legs to get a better view, she could see it read 113 on it. She dropped her to paws again, and approached the door. Again, she hesitated as she considered what she was about to do. Ugh, she would find a way to patch her pride up later on. At the moment she was wet, cold, and still dripping water onto the ground below. She did not like being wet.
She lifted back to her hind legs, pawing at the door with her claws retracted. No, the last thing she wanted to do was scratch up the door of the person who would probably save her from getting seriously ill. That would not be the best thing to do first thing; she knew that there were some people here that were honestly not the best of company. If the one behind this door happened to be one of those; well, she would take it from there. She could take care of herself.
She stepped back after a minute of pawing at the door, moving to where she would be a good distance away from the person who opened the door. She could only imagine what it would be like to see a predator at your door at midnight. Yes, it was midnight, wasn’t it? She had been out in that storm for a while.
She ponder this for a moment before crouching down, trying to appear as small and harmless as possible. If she was in a better mood, she might have attempted at purring as well. Given the fact she was dripping wet, cold, and tired though... no. That was not happening.
She mentally frowned at herself. This was insane. This was fully and utterly insane. Then again, when wasn’t something insane here? She shook her head, pawing at the necklace until it slipped from her head. She let it fall to the floor before picking it up with her teeth; cringing as the metal scraped against her teeth. She had never liked that feeling, or sound for that matter. Oh well. It was better than having someone show up and thinking she was about to pounce on them and- no. She would not think of that.
She turned her attention to the door in front of her, and silently waited for it to open.

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Music;;[/color] Skillet, Three Days Grace, Touhou music, etc.
Lyrics;;[/color] Raise Against- Savior && Linkin Park- What I've Done
Tag;;[/color] Dani with Tony~
Notes;;[/color] -giggles- She doesn't like water xD && sorry if it is a bit jumpy -tired-[/size][/blockquote]

[Anthony Cooper]

What.
A.
Day.

Or a waste of one, really.
Tony hadn't pulled himself out of the warm envelope of his bed until later than evening; somewhere around ten o'clock or so. Completely out of the norm for the shifter boy, as he was sometimes capable of waking up somewhere around one or two in the afternoon; like some -normal- teenage boy on summer vacation. The night before had been a long one, though, spent with him running back and forth between the dorm building and the main one smuggling food back into his room. Tony had a miniature fridge tucked away in the corner of his closet, and it was quite useful. An odd place to keep one, some might say, but he had his reasons. For some bizarre reason, his roommate had a thing for the closet; a fear, actually. The technicalities of such a thing was beyond him, and he honestly didn't care. Stuff that got put in the closet whether it was opened or closed wasn't touched by the roommate, and that was all he needed to know.

Now, though, with his eyes trained on the alarm clock and out the window, the boy was crouched on his bed as he counted the seconds between the flashing of the lightning and the boom of the thunder that always followed suit. Just to see how far away the hurricane was and figure out how much longer it was going to hang around; why? In short, Tony was bored. Beyond belief. There wasn't much to watch on TV, save for static, and he wasn't in the mood for popping in a DVD and watching a movie. The laptop, even, had only stunted his boredom for about twenty or minutes or so before it sent him pacing the room anxiously. And now.. this. Dressed in a form fitting gray BillaBong shirt and a pair of jeans that hugged his waist and dove into a straight leg look, he was all but fancy moping about in his dorm room. Alone. Alone was good, though, he noted, and nodded his head to himself. It wasn't often he got to have some space to himself these days.

Fingers gripped the edge of the bed suddenly as he heard footsteps in the hall. Thick, heavy sounding; but muted due to the fact it was coming from the other side of his door. Curiously, he counted the steps, switching 'channels' and ditching the storm counting. One... two.. three f- wait. He paused, noticing that the footsteps had stopped. Whoever it was had paused or something, for the sound was no more. Craning his neck towards the door, Tony tilted his head to hear better; and that's when he heard it. Thud after pound after thump rattled his door suddenly, and he instantly frowned, making assumptions as to whom it was. "If you lost your key, I'm not letting you in, loser!" he called out a bit agitatedly, figuring this to be Leo coming back from who knew where.

Anthony stopped then and waited for some kind of response, but got none. Instead, the beating had ceased, and all had fallen quiet. Well, save for the abusive rain going on out his window. Groaning, Tony rolled himself off of the bed and tenderly walked across the carpeted floor to the door, placing a hand on the handle but waiting before he gave it a turn. "I'm serious, man. Just because I'm opening this door..." and to this his wrist gave a flick, after unlocking the bolt, slowly opening the door, "...doesn't mean I'm letting you--" He stopped, eyes landing on something very not Leo. Or anything close to him. A rather large, drenched looking mop of a feline was crouching just a couple feet from his door, soggy as ever and leaving a puddle on the tile below it. "--in," Tony breathlessly let out, at a true loss for words. "Ahh.."

He blinked a couple of times, letting the image register in his mind as it desperately tried to put the pieces together. Okay... so there was a cat - a big one - crouching outside of his door. Alright. Cool. Sopping wet, and holding a.. was that a key? Squinting, his face relaxed as the anger he had saved up vanished. This was a shifter school, after all, and so seeing animals just pop up out of the blue would be expected. He'd been here since his freshman year, and had gotten used to seeing bizarre animals just walk around freely. Even still, he hadn't been expecting this, and was a little at a loss. His inner creature stirred, then, recognizing the feline to be a predator, and it begged him to slam the door and climb the nearest thing possible. ASAP. Ignoring this, Tony peered his head out of the room and gave the hallway a good look down each direction, expecting there to snickering students around a corner over this prank.

Seeing none, he dragged his eyes back to the wet-smelling cat that was patiently holding a room key around a chain in it's mouth, his natural hard self shone through. "Look," he directed, speaking directly to the stranger, "I don't know who put you up to this weak excuse for a prank, but I'd much appreciate it if you ran off to go.. drip.. on someone else's time. It's not funny." Tone was cold, but confused all the same. He arched a brow, then, and jerked his chin at the chain dangling in front of the cat's mouth while taking a single step from the door way. "What, is that some kind of subliminal message?" Arms crossed over his chest as he waited. No, Tony was certainly not the -most- geared for figuring out situations like these, or picking up on clear 'distress' calls, such as the girl was giving. His talent was lain elsewhere; and certainly not in the thinking category. Head cocked to the side then, expectantly. He knew unless animals had the same shift, they couldn't communicate with each other verbally. But the stubborn boy still expected something.

Perhaps if he hadn't slept in so late, he wouldn't be so cross.

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[/color] Eh. I'll link you the next post. xD CREDIT SAM !? of A Changed Hogwarts. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS fake it - seether NOTES Tony misses obvious things a lot. Forgivehim. And nooo, the post was fine! WORD COUNT 1034 TAGG Amyyy [/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Amy Delilah Gray]

As soon as she backed up, she heard a voice call out from behind the door. She tilted her head to the side as her ears flicked as she sound hit her ears. Lost her key? Well, it was a guy, she could tell that much, but why would he be concerned about her key? He must have a roommate, and by the sound of it, he wasn’t too fond of them. She was slightly insulted at being called a loser, even if she didn’t think it was directed at her. This person must not be a very happy person; but since when had anyone at this school been truly happy? They were all freaks, abnormal from the rest of society. No doubt the other island thought them freaks of some sort. They probably didn’t know to what extent they were freaks, they probably had not even the slightest clue what the kids that lived here were. The teachers made sure of that. Their kind was hidden from sight, forced to live in fear of what the humans would do to them. She wasn’t one to say she wasn’t one of the ones afraid, but she wasn’t going to say that. Though, she mildly wondered how many deaths were caused because of shifters shifting without knowing what was going on. How many were like her; how many were let out one day out of the year and then ended up shifting on that very same day?
When the door opened, she honestly wasn’t expecting it. She jumped; her eyes wide as she looked up at the figure that appeared there. Even though the guy had talked before he opened the door, and he even opened it slowly, she hadn’t noticed. She was snapped back out of her thoughts with such force that she had been surprised. She stared at the guy about the same as he stared at her, until he turned to look down the hall. She forced herself to relax, waiting for him to figure something out. Was he looking for someone else? It was apparent he had thought her someone else, but now what was he thinking?
She watched as he turned back to her, flicking her ears as he spoke.

He thought she was pulling his leg, did he? Her ears folded back, and she closed her eyes as she stood up, stepping forward to drop the key on the ground before turning her eyes back to stare rather intently at the guy. She was wet. She was cold. She didn’t want to be standing out here anymore than he did. Hopefully he would get the hint: she was not joking around.
In truth, she wasn’t sure if bobcats could meow. She had never tried, and had never really thought about trying. She wasn’t about to try, either. She wasn’t going to shift right there though, so he would have to get the message. If he didn’t, well, in the mood she was he would soon be about as wet as she was. She did have it in mind to try and shake her fur free of the water again, just for the heck of it. This guy didn’t seem like the best of company.

After he stated his question, she tilted her head to the side. Subliminal message? He didn’t catch on very quickly, did he?
She rolled her eyes, and then motioned with her head at the key. Really, he must shift into an animal that could open doors. Monkey maybe? No, too hostile for a monkey. Maybe his shift was a baboon or something; she had always been told they were a bit more hostile. Either way, the water was really starting to get to her. She was a bobcat. Bobcats didn’t like water. She was drenched to the skin in water.
She looked up at him, and then reached out to her key that was on the ground to make a rather exaggerated {in her opinion} demonstration to attempt and pick up the key. The key didn’t leave the ground as she retracted her paw, sitting on the ground. She was going to make the point she wasn’t leaving until he helped her. This wasn’t some joke. She was far from a joking mood. She had just spent like, five hours at least, out in the woods in the middle of a hurricane. She was not a happy cat.
She bent down picked up her key gently with her teeth again, and then moved to stand up. She looked at him, and then motioned with her head toward the stairs. Hopefully he would get the drift. She started toward the stairs, pausing after a few steps to look back at him. If he didn’t follow her, she would have to resort to more drastic measures, such as barging into the room, taking something randomly, and then bolting out. She wasn’t a complete idiot; she knew how to get what she wanted. Right now she wanted to get dry, and then she would be happy and apologize for whatever she did and such. Until then, she wasn’t happy.
Her ears flicked once before she turned back around and padded to the stairs, taking two at a time as she raced up the thing. She hated stairs. Humans didn’t have much trouble walking up and down, but they didn’t have four legs either. What happened to those who shifted into like... spiders? They would have one very long... er... crawl... to their dorms. She was very happy she was not a spider shift at this point.
She turned off on the floor her dorm was located, padding down the hall and stopping beside it. She looked up at the door itself, glancing back at the stairs once before setting the key down in front of the door and backing up to give the guy room. Again, she wouldn’t want to be that close to a predator at this hour of night. This was, in fact, the common time for bobcats to hunt. She wouldn’t want to be close to one at this time, and she was the bobcat!
She shook her head to rid it of the thoughts, and focused on the door itself, and the fact that her fur had mostly stopped dripping for the time being. She glanced down at it, resisting the urge to try and clean the matted mess. The rain had washed most of the mud from it, which was good. She would still have liked to take a shower, but there was no way she was going to get near that when it was lightning as bad as it was.
Speaking of, as she looked up, the lights flickered. She turned her eyes to the ceiling, blinking a few times. She honestly wouldn’t mind the lights going out. They were harsh against her eyes anyways.

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[/color] 1147
Music;;[/color] Umm.. Touhou music mostly
Lyrics;;[/color] Raise Against- Savior && Linkin Park- What I've Done
Tag;;[/color] Tony~
Notes;;[/color] Heh, she dun like water xD[/size][/blockquote]

[Anthony Cooper]

Yeah, yeah maybe that was it. Tony hated missing out on the night hours with every fiber of his being. Those times were precious, and more or less 'his' time to relax and get a breather. As of late, he'd been getting less and less proper sleep like he used to, and the idea of it was disheartening. Tony figured he'd have to simply come up with another plan to get back some of his sleep, least he remain a cranky boy for the rest of the summer. He was stubborn enough as it was -with- sleep, and so a sleep deprived Tony was only asking for more trouble than it was worth. None the less, he stared at the large cat, surprised at it's presence but not showing any signs of fear.

For there were none to show.

He didn't fright easily, for the idea of pain wasn't something that scarred him. Sure, he had a hankering curiosity as to what this animal was doing here, but the face he had displayed would have been the same if it was an alligator sitting there instead; or a whale. Or, hell, an elephant. He might've come off a little bit more approachable had he not been on this irregular sleep schedule but, eh. Whatever right? It was hard to determine the gender of the bobcat before him; as it was hard for the boy to do with pretty much all the students here at the school unless he knew them first. He couldn't recall anyone on his small list of friends that could morph into a feral cat of his size, though, so he figured he didn't know whoever was underneath all that fur.

Then, it started pawing at the dropped key, swatting it with that wide mitt. He blinked and watched the charade, trying to find some sort of reason and explanation for it. What sort of a prank involved dancing with a key? One that wasn't a prank to begin with.. he mused to himself, and watched as the feline gave him a cold stare, scooped up the chain again, and started to jester and move down the hallway, pausing to flash a look back at him. And then, like a ton of bricks, it hit up. And boy did it hit him hard. That was a room key on that chain, no doubt, and the feline was wet. Well, as an understatement. It was downright drenched and sopping water all over the place, which suggested that it had -probably- just come out from outside in the downpour. A reasonable assumption. So why would it have made such a big deal about the key?

Well, for starters, he knew cats didn't have thumbs. Poor things. Red Pandas? Sure, they had a fifth little digit on their limbs that served as a thumb for climbing and grabbing things, so he was lucky in that aspect. He'd never tried opening a door before with one, for he often just climbed back in through the window at night when he was done romping around on the campus -- that is, before the storm hit. He hadn't shifted in days, and he could feel the inner beast uncomfortably move around inside of him; complaining. Alright, well, we have a wet cat, a key, and a dilemma that was just starting to make sense. Obviously, she was trying to get back inside her dorm. Okay, he could live with that. One little 'charity' act wouldn't kill him. "Fine, fine." He threw up his arms after stepping away from the door, and closing it tightly behind him, not bothering to lock it.

The other was already well on her way down the hall, hitting the stairs and bounding up them with heavy thuds. He, on the other hand, didn't make so much of a haste but didn't dilly dally either. It's problem wasn't about to become his, and as far as he was concerned it was a miracle he was even coming out of his room. Shoving his hands into his pockets, Tony glanced up the stairs and started the climb up, watching out for the wet footprints he saw on the stairs every other one or so. Finally making it to the ground level, he blinked as he spotted the numbers on the doors. 200's? Tony looked down the hall at the patiently waiting other, assuming it to be female, and made his way over. The shifter boy watched as she backed up some after dropping the key again, and he fluently bent over to grasp the key in his hand. It was wet from the rain, but not soaking wet from kitty drool; which he was completely grateful for.

Standing back up, he tossed a look over his shoulder at the she-critter before inserting the key into the door handle, turning his wrist to unlock it and he leaned forward to open the door. The room was dark, and empty of any else inside which explained her reason for needing to come knocking around on the doors and floors of other people. In truth, he didn't know much about the cat species; nothing than the bare minimum. He knew they were nocturnal animals for the most part, or at least the majority of the wild ones, but he doubted the girl would be able to see in the darkness of the room once she changed back -- if, in fact, that was what she had planned on doing. "I'm going to take a wild guess," he started as the red panda boy leaned into the room just barely and felt along the wall to flick on the light switch, keeping his eyes trained in the hallway so as not to blind himself, "That you're going to change. At least I would if I were as soaked as you," he chuckled, grinning. Though he doubted she'd find it funny.

"If it's all the same, I'm just going to.. sit out here." Leaning back out of the room, he pressed his back to the wall just beside the door, and dragged himself down to the ground, sitting criss-crossed as he waited for her to hurry up and go on inside. He had no intentions on leaving until he got an explanation as to what had happened and what had possessed her to go running wild in the middle of the storm in the first place. Was she daft? And was he honestly -that- bored to be hanging around? Anthony was unsure of the first part, but the second seemed to be a positive yes. He was that bored.

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[/color] ehh CREDIT SAM !? of A Changed Hogwarts. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS fake it - seether NOTES Grumpytonyy WORD COUNT 1104 TAGG Amy [/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Amy Delilah Gray]

She watched anxiously as he approached the door. She could feel her muscles tensing, getting ready to spring as soon as the guy gave her a chance to slip through. He spoke though, and she was distracted as she turned her head to look up at him. The light flicked on, and she could feel her pupils narrow against the new light. Still, she watched him as he made a comment of how wet she was, and then sat down outside the door. Her nose twitched as she stood up, and as she passed him stopped. She looked straight at him for a moment, contemplating if she should do something that would probably annoy him, or just go on. After a moment, her ears twitched and she stuck her tongue out at him for a second before darting in the room.
He should be grateful that was the only thing she did. She had half a mind to shake what water still clung to her fur off when she had been standing next to him. But, he did help her, even if he thought it funny to poke fun at the fact she looked like a drowned cat. Who knew; maybe one day she would be able to get back at him for that one.
She closed the door to the room with one hind paw, padding into the main of the room before actually shifting back. She cringed at the sound of popping bones; she never liked that part of shifting. The bones popping always reminded her of those horror movies when someone’s neck would be broken. That sound had always freaked her out, and she never knew why. Maybe it was because her parents had her watching the horror movies with them since she was five or so? Maybe they thought it would be a way to get her use to the sound, but in truth it just made her more reluctant to shift... ever. She hesitated after she finished shifting before she darted over to her small dresser, pulling out an outfit at random before darting into bathroom to get clothed.

When she came out, she looked a little less than a drowned cat. Her hair was not really her choice of styling, but it wasn’t dripping, and that was about all that she cared about at the moment. She was dry, and even though she was still shivering to some degree, it wasn’t as bad as it had been before.
She walked back to her bed, moving to open the mini freezer she used to keep her ice-cream frozen. She dug one of the pints out, plucking one of the spoons out of the cup she kept on top of the freezer. Yes, she was a bit odd, but who wasn’t here?
She removed the top off the thing of ice-cream and walked back to the door, opening it and stepping out and turning on her heel to face the boy. She was in a much better mood now she wasn’t dripping wet. Thus, when Amy turned to the boy, she smiled a true, apologetic smile. ”Amy Gray. Sorry about that; was out in the forest when the storm hit. A tree decided to fall practically on top of me when I was coming back.” She laughed softly, moving to sit on the opposite side of the doorway from where he was. She crossed her legs, and dug the spoon into the ice-cream. Yes, she had like, fifteen things of it in the freezer in her room. Did he need to know that, or the fact she was like, starving? No; that was something she could keep to herself.
She sat like that for a minute or so, staring down at her ice-cream as she thought about where she should hunt for the bits of brownie in it next. Yes, she loved this ice-cream. Not only was it good; but it was like digging for treasure every time. It kept her entertained, which was saying something for her. She had the attention span of a squirrel; not that she had ever tried testing how long the attention span of a squirrel was.
”What do you have against your roommate?” She asked, glancing at him for a moment before returning her eyes to the dessert she held. She bit her lip for a moment before dipping the spoon back in the ice-cream, slightly disappointed when there was no brownie hidden in the sugary bite. ”Or rather, whoever you thought I was. You sounded like you were ready to hang their shorts from the flagpole for everyone to see or something.” Again, she glanced at him, but this time turned her head to face him. He looked a little older than her, maybe a year? He couldn’t be that much older; she was a sophomore. He certainly wasn’t a teacher; he had a dorm in the student area. So he was a student. Still, the question lingered on her mind. Mildly, she wondered if he just treated everyone that way. If so, he must not have a lot of friends. That actually made her slightly sad. It was too bad when people shut others out. She was friendly because she didn’t like doing that; and even if she liked to keep to herself she still enjoyed being able to walk up to someone and start a conversation. It was never boring that way. Then again, it was not hard for her to become bored, either.
”Oh, if you want some ice-cream, I have like... fifteen other pints in my freezer. I could go get you one.” It was a total change in subject, and she knew it was random, but this was how she acted. Amy loved her desserts, and this was her favorite. Of course she went to extremes when she had almost run out the other day! She did not want to have that happen again, and she was thankful she did. She had no clue how long this hurricane was going to last.

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Music;;[/color] Ummm... Without You- Breaking Benjamin
Lyrics;;[/color] Raise Against- Savior && Linkin Park- What I've Done
Tag;;[/color] Tony!
Notes;;[/color] She'd be wearing like, a random band shirt and pajama bottoms or something x3 Hope she didn't freak him out too much with the random personality change~[/size][/blockquote]

[Anthony Cooper]

Oh, so that was how it was going to be, huh? Tony scrunched his nose up as he frowned, catching that tongue shove before the feline dipped into the room and shut the door. If she'd only sat there a second more, he had no doubt in his mind his fingers would be flicking like mad over the slobbery muscle as payback. Seriously, how old was this chick? He found the gesture juvenile, childish, and unnecessary. In his eyes, he was doing her the favor by even leaving his room all of five minutes ago. Had he actually been up to something, no doubt he probably would have just closed the door and gone on about his business. He snorted once, then decided to not let it get to him. His temper was short enough as it was, and there was no sense in geeking out in the hallway at this hour when probably some of the students were already nestled in. If she wanted to act that way, fine.

He wouldn't stoop to that level.

Sitting out there in the hall, though, with his legs crossed over one another in a pretzel. His head rested up against the wall behind him as his hands fell to either side of his thighs, a heavy sigh escaping his lips while lungs pushed the warm air out. What was he doing out here anyways? Saving a cat, he answered himself solemnly. And why was he saving a cat? Because I'm bored... came the mental sigh, eyes fluttering shut. To top it all off... why was he bored? Because there's a hellova' hurricane going on outside, and I'm stuck. The thought was bitter this time, and earned another exasperated sigh. He needed to calm down. But being pent up like this in the dorm building with only the occasional run to the cafeteria wasn't going to fly. Not for much longer, anyways. Tony was a wild animal, and as such, he needed his space. And he needed heights to climb.

In this building, there was nothing to climb but the stairs, and that was overrated.

He heard the thumps and thuds going on in the room behind him, suggesting she was out of her fur and back into her skin. Which, more or less, lead to the belief that she probably had clothes on too. Or was in the process of it. The rain outside started to sound less.. intense, the lightning flashes growing fewer between the thunder clashes. Sure, the weather was still hectic outside, and dangerous to be running around in, but his animal half picked up the slight change. This gave him hope. Hope that he'd be out of this forsaken building in a matter of days, maybe, and could once again romp about in the trees, on the rooftop, and anything else he could get his claws on in no time. A smile crossed his lips at this idea of freedom, not too far away in the future he hoped.

Finally. 'Me' time would be returned.

The shuffling of feet sounded behind him, and he peeked an eye open just in time to watch the door swing wide. And there before him was the chick who'd put him through all this trouble, standing there in an unrecognizable band shirt and some sort of sleeping pants. Huh. Looked like she was getting comfy. The hair was looking a little on the wild side but, he couldn't complain; he'd hardly done anything to his own since crawling out of bed that night, and it seemed to be rockin the Just Got Out Of Bed look just fine. In her hand, he spotted the ice cream pint, and felt his stomach do an instant belly flop in distaste. Any sort of processed food or frozen dishes never sat well with him for some reason; he'd always preferred his food fresh (if not raw) and to this day hadn't been to a McDonalds in over ten years. He often got sick over it, and so tended to keep the stuff away from his mouth as much as possible.

Tony hid his dislike from his face well, though, as not wanting to come off meaner than he probably already was to this stranger. He wasn't heartless; rough around the edges, sure, but there was a heart in there. It'd just been recently smothered by all this indoor activity and was driving the beast nuts. He noticed a smile on her face, though, and couldn't help but blink in confusion. Was this the same bitchy cat he was just dealing with in the hall? It was easy for him to detect the animal shift scent off of her, and it proved to be that she was one in the same. Huh. How about that. ”Amy Gray. Sorry about that; was out in the forest when the storm hit. A tree decided to fall practically on top of me when I was coming back.” And then a.. laugh? Just a few moments ago he'd been on the verge of thinking of various ways to serve fried feline as a new dish, and now he was tripping over his thoughts trying to figure out what the hell just happened.

Opening his other eye, he waited for her to sit down with her ice cream against the wall, leaving the door space between them, and delving into her delight. "A tree, huh?" he mused, the mere -word- of it sending a punch to his stomach in mockery. Man he missed climbing. He gave her a quick look over, seeing if there was any physical damage from the splintering tree to be seen. But her body seemed unscathed, and her personality reflected this. "Glad to see you've escaped with your life." A half grin as he slapped on a light dose of his custom made sarcasm. "Anthony Cooper. But Tony works." There was a prolonged silence, then, as she dug into her frozen dessert, and he contemplated making his move on back to the dorm room. Well, he had his answer now, and she was back in the land of the Dry. What more was there for him to stick around? He had to admit, being here gave him something to do other than count stupid thunder crashes, though.

Just as his muscles twitched to start pushing himself back up, she spoke up again rather abruptly. ”What do you have against your roommate? Or rather, whoever you thought I was. You sounded like you were ready to hang their shorts from the flagpole for everyone to see or something.” Connecting this to the words he had said when she first came knocking at his door, Anthony didn't stop himself from laughing, turning away from her as his shoulders shook with the sound. She didn't even know the can of worms she'd opened up with that question. He wasn't laughing because it was funny, for his own torture was something Anthony never found humorous, but the fact that she'd danced on such a delicate subject without even knowing tickled him pink.

Not to mention the thought of Leo running around with no shorts on was one he'd grown all too familiar with; the stubborn guy did it anyways. Calming down, the laughter melting into a smug grin, he shook his head from side to side slowly. "It's a long story, er.. Amy. Let's just say... he and I have some things to work out with this whole roommate situation." Flicking his head back towards the girl, who was still rummaging around the dairy product. The scent of it wafted over to his nose, but he tried to ignore it. ”Oh, if you want some ice-cream, I have like... fifteen other pints in my freezer. I could go get you one.” He smirked at the offer, then raised his hand and shook it a couple of times. "Thanks, but no thanks. Processed and frozen food and I don't get along all too well." Wait, she had -how- many..? Perhaps she was daft after all... Turning his attention back to the hallway in front of him, he pressed his head back against the wall and closed his eyes again.

"So, why keep so many around? Your roommates into the stuff too?" He'd ask, fighting back his natural urge to slip some coy remark in there somewhere. He'd been grumpy enough as it was that day, and he hated the feeling. Only in extreme situations such as this did it happen, but boy did it get under his skin. "Speaking of which.. where the hell are they anyhow?" ..Oops.

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[Amy Delilah Gray]

She frowned at his sarcasm, drumming her fingers on the side of the container. That was a part of the day that seemed so vivid. She had been trying to get out of the storm, the wind howling in the trees overhead, and then the crackling and whining of the bark as the roots gave way under the pressure of the wind, or maybe lightning had hit it. All she knew was one moment she was stumbling back, and the next she was crouched under a decaying tree, shaking from adrenaline and fear. A tree that tall was not something you wanted to see coming at you. She loved climbing trees, but she didn’t like them almost crushing her. Thus, she did not see his comment as funny.
She glanced up at him when he spoke his name. Anthony, huh? Tony... No, she had never met anyone by that name. If he proved too much of a trouble, she would look up his profile on the school’s database. She was capable of doing that; she had before. If anything, she would know what to watch for. He seemed like someone that needed to be watched, or you would end up with worms in your bed, or something.
”Nice to meet you, Tony. Thanks for helping me, though. I love the rain; when I am inside where it its nice and dry.” Of course, she didn’t mention the fact he hadn’t caught on as quickly as she would have liked him to, or the fact that he still seemed like a stick in the mud. She might have been grumpy a bit ago, but now she was dry, and she had no reason to be grumpy.
She nodded slightly when he spoke of his roommate. He sounded like someone who didn’t let others get close to him often. If that were the case, then he probably would not like the idea of having a roommate. At least, that was the impression she got off him given the fact he had meant to call his roommate a loser, and refuse to let him in if he lost his key. Disagreement seemed to be in there somewhere; but that could just be her over thinking things again.
She didn’t even really notice that he had all but started rolling on the floor in his laughter.

Amy snapped back from her thoughts when he spoke of her little dessert. She turned to him, blinking a few times. He didn’t like ice-cream? She did not know one person that did not like at least one kind of ice-cream. She only liked this one kind, sure, but she still liked it.
She turned back to the little thing, pausing a moment. The way he said it sounded like it made him sick. That, she could understand. She had known people, back when things were normal, that had food allergies. He might not have one, but if it made him sick she wasn’t going to press the matter. If they learned to get along though, at some point, she might ask why he hated the thing so much. Until then, when she got the chance, she would go put it back in her freezer. If he didn’t like the idea of it, then the smell probably wasn’t going to help any. She had to agree there; the smell was a little overpowering. Then again, this was a school for animal shifters... they all seemed to have a bit of a stronger sense of smell.
”I get bored easily. This ice-cream has bits of brownies in it, so it keeps me entertained. If I don’t find any within the first few bites I normally end up not touching it again, because it means there aren’t many brownies in it, and thus it get boring really fast. I end up dumping about half of the ones I buy out. It’s a waste of money, but...” She shrugged, focusing her attention on the packaging of the frozen treat. It had a bit of ice on it, which meant that the power hadn’t gone out, and if it had not for long. It also meant it as melting, and dripping, when caused her to frown at it. Ice water was very, very cold. ”Haven’t found anything else to eat around here that doesn’t bore me. Plus, the cafeteria isn’t open most hours I’m awake. Having a nocturnal shift isn’t the best thing when you get hungry at two or three in the morning.” She didn’t look at him as she spoke, and somewhere in the back of her mind she was wondering why he was up at such a late hour in the first place. It never really clicked that he might have a nocturnal shift as well, or that the reason he didn’t like processed foods was because he made his own meals. Then again, she had just spent the better part of her night huddling under a decaying tree. One could say she was a bit worn out from it all.

When he spoke of roommates though, she started to shake her head. No, Amy had no roommates, and then he added the last comment and she paused. ”I don’t have any roommates at the present.” She stated; a hint of laughter in her tone. ”I’m the only one here at the moment. I expect they’ll fill it soon though; there are more new students every day. Not that I’m awake when they show up, normally.” Again, laughter rang in her tone. The fact he seemed so worked up over the idea of a roommate was funny to her.

She stood up, taking her dessert with her. ”I’ll go put this up if it bothers you. You can come in if you want, but I’ll warn you that you shouldn’t try anything. I am majoring in martial arts.” She had turned to walk through the door, and all hint of joking had left her. Though, she did say the words in a somewhat joyous tone. Yes, she was going to find a way to not only protect herself, but at some point she would learn to teach others how to protect themselves. That was her goal in life; she didn’t think he might take that as a direct threat. Man, she was really spacey today.

Amy walked through the doorway; pausing to retract her key from the lock before she made her way to the mini freezer tucked away at the foot of her bed. She picked up the lid of the little container of the ice-cream, shoving it back on the shelf with the others before shutting the door. She straightened up to look out the window, and found herself frowning. The rain still sounded like it coming down pretty hard; she was very, very glad she was inside.
She moved to sit down on the bed that was right under the window; the same one that seemed to have a very black x white theme to it. She had mostly little trinkets scattered on the walls, little things like clippings of newspapers, a dream catcher, a few sun catchers that hang by the window, and other things of the like. She even had a single candle next to her alarm clock, and the fact she had a full tub of those under her bed was a whole other story. She also had two more tubs full of books, small tubs, but tubs of books and candles nonetheless. Those were hidden from sight, though, and she planned on keeping it that way. If he asked about the candle, she would make up an excuse of power outages or something. Her little meditation times was something she would like to keep to herself, if she could. If and when she got roommates, she would have to figure out something to try and keep it from them. Sure; martial arts was some degree of meditation itself, but, still. It was something she would rather keep to herself.

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[Anthony Cooper]

It was then that Tony decided she must've been younger than he was; not by a huge age gap, but one noticeable enough to him none the less. Not that it mattered, but he'd always been interested in seeing just how many 'younger' students he could bump into. Most of them seemed to be in his grade, or higher, and he'd yet to meet anyone younger than a freshman here. One of these days, he figured, he ought to go around and see who the youngest person in the school was; just for sake of his own curiosity. For now, though, he could live with his hunch over the other chick being probably a sophmore. He doubted she was a freshman or anything younger, judging by her face. But hey, he wasn't right all the time. The frown on her face was hard to miss, and he flashed a grin. Most people couldn't take his sense of humor, and it wasn't surprising to find that she didn't seem to take it as amusing.

This didn't phase him so much, though, as he merely shrugged his shoulders and tossed a look her way that seemed to say, If you can't take the heat, then get the hell out of the kitchen. Quite possibly one of his favorite quotes of all time, no doubt. Resuming back to his previous position, Tony noticed despite her distaste in his sense of fun, she had decided to keep the conversation going. ”Nice to meet you, Tony. Thanks for helping me, though. I love the rain; when I am inside where it its nice and dry.” He nodded his head once while it was tilted back against the wall, eyes still sealed shut, and parted his lips to form his own sort of reply. "Yeah, sure." It was clear he wasn't used to getting 'thanks' from people, but he quickly shuffled away from it. "I kind of figured you wouldn't like to stay wet. Most feline folk I know don't," he grinned once, then quickly wiped it away. "I don't mind the rain myself. Cools down the intense heat of this school outside, which is fine by me." Tony shuddered once. "In short, I can't stand summer -- it's too hot for me."

In truth, he was a winter baby all around, much preferring to loll about in the snow than kick around dusty sand at the beach and lavish in the sun rays. No, snowmen were more of his thing. Sand castles were not. In the fall and winter seasons, Anthony often would just sit outside either in his shift or human form, and roll around like a happy dog or something. No way to describe it other than the fact he liked to be cold. Feeling a pair of eyes on him again, he peeked his left one open and turned it her way, only to see a surprised expression. Must've been about the ice cream, he figured. Anyone who had fifteen some odd pints in their room clearly couldn't get enough of the stuff, and so hearing someone say they didn't like it at all probably was a little on the other end of the extremes. He did nothing but watch her little stunned expression and the shrug of her shoulders.

”I get bored easily. This ice-cream has bits of brownies in it, so it keeps me entertained. If I don’t find any within the first few bites I normally end up not touching it again, because it means there aren’t many brownies in it, and thus it get boring really fast. I end up dumping about half of the ones I buy out. It’s a waste of money, but...” Tony had to bite his tongue as he opened the other eye, listening to the explanation of her eating habits. In all honesty, he thought that she'd given him a little bit too much information than what he was looking for, and had it not been for his self restraint, the boy more than likely would have let her known this. Still, he kept his mouth shut and only nodded, feigning interest perfectly as lying came almost second nature to the creature. She seemed the talkative type, gauging by her openness about things.

Quite opposite from how he was.

"I get how you like to.. look for the brownies," he started, shifting his weight over to look at her full on, "Y'know, to keep yourself entertained and all but, wouldn't it save you a lot of cash if you just... baked a couple of brownies, chopped them up into small pieces and mix it with the ice cream, rather than ditching the pints?" Food was a subject he did enjoy talking about, but wasting it? A different story. He didn't like the idea of throwing out food that was someone's hard work in making it, even if it tasted gross. It was an insult to the chef-ly world, he liked to say, but then again... processed foods were an exception. He'd buy them just to throw them away the same minute if he was up to it. Still, Anthony figured she might get more worth out of her cash if she'd simply compensate for her lack of brownies. "S'up to you, though. Just a suggestion." And a shrug was the icing on the cake.

”Haven’t found anything else to eat around here that doesn’t bore me. Plus, the cafeteria isn’t open most hours I’m awake." Something struck his interest, then, and made him blink in surprise. And it was her statement of having a lack of exciting foods to keep her interest. Well if that wasn't right up his alley, he didn't know what was! Another grin spread across his lips, this time not in sarcasm as the thought hit him. "Locked doors doesn't mean it's closed," Tony chuckled, his fingers tingling. "That's just because you don't know how to get inside. I do." And he often did sneak his way into the cafeteria when no one else was around, or one of the home ec. rooms to whip together something delicious to eat. Suddenly feeling less hostile as she'd managed to break down his first wall of many, he jerked his chin up a bit. "How's about the next time you're starving and tossing pints of ice-cream over your shoulder, you come meet me in the cafeteria room? I'm sure I can mix something together to make your taste buds more than satisfied."

If there was one thing he loved, it was cooking for others. Be it making an exceptionally hard dish, baking a cake, or even making a sandwich, Tony just got rushes from making folks happy and giving them what their stomachs desired. "I'm majoring in Culinary, so, don't worry," he added quickly, "I won't poison you." Grinning, he leaned back some as she continued on. "Having a nocturnal shift isn’t the best thing when you get hungry at two or three in the morning.” Well, there went down wall number two! There were plenty more to bulldoze through, and few had made it all the way to the end but, he had to admit, the chick - daft or not - wasn't doing half a bad job. He arched a brow at this and nodded, totally forgetting that cats were most active at nights as well. "Then that makes two of us. My lil' beast is a red panda, and man is it hell the first few weeks of school with the whole.. sleeping schedule."

Tony didn't mind school so much, but the sleeping times did mess with him terribly. "But hunger's not so much an issue for me." He shrugged. "I've got the goods." And then he heard that she had no roommates -- both brows arched wide then as a sudden flood of envy flowed through him. "No roommates? At all?" The boy hardly choked out, disbelieving the words. "Once upon a time, I was so lucky.." he mused darkly more so to himself than to the girl - er, Amy - across from him. "Now that I have one.. like you said, there's new people coming all the time. I don't know what I'd do if I had to share with a third person." He shuddered. "Go into remission I s'pose. Enjoy the silence while you can."

Then, standing up just after she did, he laughed at her next comment; not intending to be rude, but finding it funny all the same. ”I’ll go put this up if it bothers you. You can come in if you want, but I’ll warn you that you shouldn’t try anything. I am majoring in martial arts.” Following her in to the room, he watched as she capped the nasty messing dairy product and tucked it away, spotting the other fourteen inside. Looked like she wasn't kidding. Snorting, he shoved his hands in his pocket and watched as she took a seat. "Don't flatter yourself," he joked, giving the first smile of the night that probably didn't have a double meaning to it. "I'm a good boy. I'll keep my hands to myself." Noticing that she sat at the bed by the window, he chuckled, shoulders rolling. "That's where I used to sleep. In my dorm, I mean. My roommate says it's not safe, though, during the hurricane. Said something about the glass shattering and maulin' me up real good in my sleep. Just a heads up."

He turned, then, and took a seat over on the edge of one of the unused beds. his fingers still tingling.

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[/color] Eh. I'll link you the next post. xD CREDIT SAM !? of A Changed Hogwarts. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS fake it - seether NOTES none WORD COUNT 1598 TAGG Amyyy [/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Amy Delilah Gray]

”There are a few breeds of cats that like water, actually. Mountain lions are one that I can think of off the top of my head.” She nodded vaguely, trying to recall if there were any others. Tigers didn’t mind water either, if she recalled, but they were all big cats. Why did cats generally react the same way to water though? She just knew she didn’t like it, but was there some other meaning for it? She’d have to look that up later.
”The rain is relaxing when it isn’t from a hurricane. I come from further north though, so I always grew up with a foot of snow being outside every other week in the winter. The heat out here is murder though; I can never get out of here fast enough when winter break hits.” She nodded calmly. She had been born in a bad ice storm, and her parents always thought that was the reasons he had always been attracted to snow. Yes, it was a form of water, but it was white and fluffy. There was nothing like waking up to see a fresh layer of untouched snow blanketing the ground. Not to mention at night when the moon was the only thing reflecting off the snow. She missed those nights, just sitting out with hot chocolate and staring out into the night with something like Beethoven’s Moonlight playing through your headphones. It was so calming; the only thing that even came close at the academy was the rain. Even that seemed to turn against her, though.

When he spoke of her cookie, Amy gave him a look of pure terror. She paused for a moment, pushing the bad memories back that flooded into her mind at that point. ”The last time I cooked, I nearly burned down our kitchen. Handles off pots tend to fall off when I try to cook with them. My folks don’t let me near the kitchen when I’m at home; they barely let me cook things in the microwave.” Not to mention the time when she was about three, and had put someone wrapped in aluminum foil in the microwave. It had caught fire; and her parents had freaked out. She was a klutz when it came to cooking things in the kitchen. Telling her to cook was like telling her to cut off a hand.
She fidgeted, shaking her head slightly. ”I don’t cook. Everyone is much, much safer that way.” Despite her bad memories, she added a nervous chuckle at the end of her comment. It wasn’t a laughing kind of chuckle, it was more of a ‘Yeah... that’s not going to happen’ kind of thing. No, she would not cook, even if meant she spent way too much money on things that didn’t involve cooking. She did not like kitchens; kitchens did not like her. It was a mutual dislike that kept her far, far away from them. Going into the cafeteria was enough for her; and she didn’t even go to where there was cooking involved.

She had gotten lost in her thoughts, and when he spoke again she mildly jumped as she retraced her thoughts. Oh yeah, she was talking to someone wasn’t she? She really needed to start training herself on focusing; that was a part of her meditating... was it sad to say how she was now, was better than before she started? Yes, yes it was.
He spoke of breaking into rooms, and she gave him a very uncertain glance. What type of person was he? At this point, she was dying to snatch up her computer and find out; but that was an invasion of privacy. Just think, what if someone had done that to her? Sure, she had done it a few times already, but as far as she knew no one knew she did that. ”Locked doors normally mean they mean for it to be closed, though.” She frowned, clearly disapproving of that. Then again, she shouldn’t be judging; she hacked into computers. It was more or less the same thing in the end, wasn’t it? She did wonder if he ever paid for things. She had met people who knew locks like the back of their hands... they normally didn’t pay for anything, really. To her, he was implying just that. Again, she shouldn’t think it was that bad... getting into someone’s computer was much like picking a lock, too. He wouldn’t learn that from her, though.

At the mention of food; she remembered just how hungry she was. She hadn’t eaten since... well, it was probably a good sign she was hungry, if she couldn’t remember the last time she had had something to eat. ”As long as it isn’t bloody, I’m not that much of a picky eater.” Her slight happy tone had returned, the smile again returning to her face. She wasn’t doing a very good job of keeping it up tonight; he must think her bipolar with her happy-serious-happy-serious reactions. Maybe she should just give up trying for the night; but then that would involve explaining.
Now she was getting irritated at herself.
Oh well, she didn’t have the energy to keep her normal charade up.

When he spoke of his shift, she did turn her eyes to him. Red panda? She had never seen one, much less heard of one. All she knew of pandas were they were black and white, and looked a lot like bears. If he was a ‘red’ panda... did that mean instead of black there was red? She would have to look up some information on them later. Yes; it was interesting to find out information about people’s shifts and then see how closely they were related.
”I’m normally dead tired the first three hours or so, and then still stay up until at least midnight. You would think they had classes for the nocturnal shifts. It’s torture getting up in the mornings.” She frowned at that, pondering the thought. Maybe she should confront one of the teachers about that, and see what could be done about it. Some people ended up really sick if they strayed from their normal sleeping schedules; she had it lucky. Bobcats could be awake at any time of the day; but they did their hunting at night, so they were normally seen at night. The night always just seemed so much more... welcoming to her, than the day. Not to mention the harsh lights. She could see better in the dark. Bright lights blinded her.

She turned to him just in time to see his reaction to her comment about being roommate-free. Amy chuckled softly, really chuckled. Normally her outer, bubbly shell pushed through, but at the moment she had given up on that. She had been outside, wet and cold, for far too long to keep that up for much longer. Thus, she saved her energy by just letting calm gather around her instead of trying to push happiness and joy out.
”I don’t know what’s worse; the idea of getting to share one room with two people, or not knowing who those two people are going to be. I’ve got a bit of an advantage though; if they prove to be one of the more unwelcomed types their computer could suddenly crash with the motherboard fried... or something.” Okay, if he wanted to talk of breaking into places; she had every right to talk about crashing computers. That technically wasn’t revealing she could also bug computers, or find out information about them from other sources... It was actually rather easy to fry a motherboard. All you had to do was find the thing, remove it, and then run it under water. That was knowing the internal part of the computer; not the lovely codes that she practically slaved over when boredom struck her.
”It sounds like you can escape from your dorm at any time you want; though.” She might take him up on that offer of going to the cafeteria some time. If it wasn’t a hurricane outside, and she hadn’t just met him, she probably would have asked him to cook something now. But alas; there was that nasty storm brewing outside, and she didn’t want to ask so much of someone she just met. Still, there was one thing that struck her curiosity. Everyone knew that saying of curiosity and cats, too.
”So, what sort of dishes do you normally cook up?” She asked.

Her attention returned when he spoke of keeping his hands to himself. Uh-huh, right. Granted, most of the guys she had spoken to this year were either gay, or bi. So who knows? Still, he would learn of her claustrophobia quickly if he tried anything. It wasn’t like she would purposely try to harm anyone; she wasn’t the violent type, but she would defend herself.
When he motioned to the window, she turned to glance at it. Glass... shattering? She turned back to him, lifting her eyebrows. The glass... shattering? Certainly he wasn’t one of those people who freaked out over things that ‘might’ happen? ”I’ll keep that in mind, and get plastic and cardboard or something to put over it for future storms.” The only thing that would bust a window this high up in the building would be hail, or something being thrown by the winds. She wouldn’t worry too much about it.

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[Anthony Cooper]

”There are a few breeds of cats that like water, actually. Mountain lions are one that I can think of off the top of my head.”

Huh, so there -were- cats that could stand to get their not so dainty paws wet? Interesting. He tried to imagine this in his mind, a large wild feline beast stomping around in the water and rolling in it actually having fun like some over grown puppy, rather than scoffing at the liquid from a bank or somewhere dry. None the less, it was an amusing thought. Perhaps he ought to look into this more? Especially now that he knew his roommate was a little house cat shift; a mischievous look crossed his face as he spun around in his thoughts. Maybe Leo wouldn't mind participating in an experiment of his..? Of course he wouldn't harm the guy, the dude was jacked enough to rip him a new one if he stepped on his toes enough. But Tony figured a little payback wouldn't be so bad.

In fact it was a flattering idea.

Deciding it best not to voice his thoughts out to the strange girl across the dorm room from him, for he hardly knew her and seldom shared his thoughts with anyone, Tony merely decided to keep quiet about that comment, and wait to see what her next phrase was to be. Talkative as she seemed, he doubted the conversation would end there. ”The rain is relaxing when it isn’t from a hurricane. I come from further north though, so I always grew up with a foot of snow being outside every other week in the winter. The heat out here is murder though; I can never get out of here fast enough when winter break hits.” He shrugged his shoulders as he shifted his weight on the bed, more or less agreeing with her. "I don't find many things relaxing, but as far as the cold goes I rarely come back at night to go to bed if I'm in my shift. Actually, I prefer to sleep outside in the snow or at least in the chilly weather while we're on break."

Tony always did find the comfort of a blanket full of snow more delightful than a warm bed anyhow. Back at home, his mother used to make up excuses to his father that he'd gone on camping trips with his friends in the winter time on the nights he wouldn't come back home. When, all in reality, he hadn't been more than a mile or two away from the house; nestled in the snow or up in a tree to get the maximum about of frostiness he could get. Just as he looked up from the ground of the room, he spotted her frightened look at the mention of baking brownies, and twisted his face up in a confused fashion. "What?" Man, she had too many moods to keep up with. Anthony had problems deciding if he was talking to a student, or an asylum escapee with all these changes. Sure, his own attitude to people he didn't know wasn't exactly 'model'. But at least in his eyes, he was consistent. With her, the poor boy didn't know what was up.

”The last time I cooked, I nearly burned down our kitchen. Handles off pots tend to fall off when I try to cook with them. My folks don’t let me near the kitchen when I’m at home; they barely let me cook things in the microwave.” Tony instantly bit his lip to keep from laughing, but the corners of his mouth still turned up at the sides and he was still finding it a little difficult while they formed a smile. He'd never met someone so clumsy in the kitchen to manage to nearly burn it to death until now, and the idea of it was quite amusing to him. Even if she didn't seem to think so. ”I don’t cook. Everyone is much, much safer that way.” Leaning forward, he placed either arm on his thighs and tilted his head in the slouching position, that coy, sly smile still present on his snake bite pierced lips. "Fair enough, Pyro." Hm. Now that would be an interesting nickname, would it not? "I'll do all the cooking then. Least you burn us all to ashes," he joked lightly, not trying to offend. "Although.. just to enhance my safety, maybe I ought to just bring you the food instead. Here. Rather than have you in the kitchen at all." Tony then shot her a true, apologetic look, still grinning. "No offense."

He was prone to giving people nicknames, and more often not they changed over time. He'd wait to see her reaction to the name, though, before making it official in his mind. Tony knew that they'd only just crossed paths with one another, and could hardly call each other acquaintances, but the nicknames were something he couldn't help. If she didn't respond well, he'd drop it. Simple as that. Pretty much a take it or leave it situation. Seeing her frown at him for the 'n'th time that night, he didn't stop himself from rolling his eyes sharply. ”Locked doors normally mean they mean for it to be closed, though.” Anthony wasn't here for her approval, or anyone else's for that matter (unless it came to tasting his dishes), and he picked up on the look she was giving him easily enough. "Psh, please." The dear thing honestly didn't know what he was capable of. "It's not like I'm robbing a diamond. It's food. And damn good tasting food, too. Look, you don't have to take me up on the offer."

Which was true. He wasn't going to force food down her throat or anything like that. "Just thought I'd give you a little more variety than just ice cream and brownie bits." His tone, though rough around the edges, wasn't loud or threatening. Almost calm as he made his points known. That judging look she was giving him, though, could have been enough to make him sound otherwise if he hadn't gotten used to holding down his temper. Leaning back straight up from his slouched position, the boy gave another roll of his shoulders. "If you want to judge me, though, be my guest." He started to contemplate, then, about just getting up and leaving right there. What was he gaining being here? Surely he could run across to the library and snatch up a book to read or something to numb his boredom, or even go and plug in his mini cooking top back in his dorm and throw together some stir fry or something.

However, it appeared she wasn't done conversing, and he figured it'd just be plain rude to get up and walk out while she was still talking. Anthony decided, then, if the whole weird attitude change thing continued, he could simply lie and make up some excuse to leave without seeming like a total jackass. For now, though, he kept his rump on the bed and listened to her go on. ”I don’t know what’s worse; the idea of getting to share one room with two people, or not knowing who those two people are going to be. I’ve got a bit of an advantage though; if they prove to be one of the more unwelcomed types their computer could suddenly crash with the motherboard fried... or something.” And now was his turn to frown in distaste. So it was okay for her to sabotage people, but it wasn't cool for him to go unlock a couple doors, disarm an alarm or two, and make him something to eat? Hypocrites never sat well in his gut, and from the sounds of it, she was starting to wedge herself into that position. Tony wouldn't place judgment, though, as he assumed she'd done with him. He had no clue by what means these said computers would wind themselves useless, but he figured she had her own methods. As he did he.

Snorting once, he turned his head to look away while he murmured. "Uh-huh.." ”It sounds like you can escape from your dorm at any time you want; though. So, what sort of dishes do you normally cook up?” Ignoring his momentary, short dislike of the girl, his eyes dragged themselves back to her as the question was asked. "Sometimes. My roommate tends to find me, though. What with the hurricane and all, it gets a little more challenging to find places to hide. Once this weather lets up though," he jerked his chin to the rain splattered window, "I'll have other places to run to." A coy smirk passed by for a moment as he thought about this. Man, he couldn't wait to get outside again. Sometimes he felt the animal inside of him was more in control than he was. But he didn't mind it. Embraced it, really. "Mostly dishes than involve seafood, berries, and other sweet things. But I'm pretty handy with the meat foods and veggies too. Pretty much anything you can think of, I'm sure I could whip up or learn how to do it without too much difficulty. It's kind of.. my thing."

Hm. Maybe he ought to go after all, if things didn't start feeling less hostile soon. Might be for the better.

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[/color] Eh. I'll link you the next post. xD CREDIT SAM !? of A Changed Hogwarts. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS fake it - seether NOTES none WORD COUNT 1545 TAGG Amyyy [/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Amy Delilah Gray]

For a moment, Amy just closed her eyes and listened to the rain. When she closed her eyes, she slipped into one of her many methods of calming down. Her nerves were fried. She had had a tree almost land on her; she could have very well have been killed. Her bubbly attitude was left in shambles, only parts of it sparking up every now and again. She had been trying to maintain the normal outer appearance that she usually held up, the normal outer appearance that she used to fool everyone. She focused on her breathing for a minute or so; before she opened her eyes and glanced down at the floor. She really needed to stop trying to pull everyone’s leg, pulling off an appearance that she was alright. She hadn’t been alright since that day at the zoo. Almost everyone here loved shifting; they loved being here. Sure, she liked being able to major in something she loved, but she feared shifting. She was afraid to shift, so much that she was always to push herself away from that. Maybe she had that idea if she pushed it away long enough it would just go away. As much as she would like that; she knew it would never happen. This was a part of who she was; but that didn’t make her feel any better about it. It wouldn’t change how she felt about shifting. She had never met anyone else that had actually harmed someone on their first shift; much less killed them.

Amy turned her eyes to him when he spoke. Pyros where people who liked setting things on fire, she was pretty sure; but she wasn’t about to correct him. She glanced at the candle on the side table, weighing the options of asking him to leave, just so she could light the thing and try and repair her nerves. No, that would be rude. Even now; she wouldn’t be rude. She didn’t like to see others hurt... that was possibly why she didn’t let herself get off easy with the things that bothered her. When she did something wrong; she didn’t let it go. Those were the most vivid memories she had; all because of how bad she felt about it. ”Sounds like a plan.” She stated. ”It’s neat that you like to cook. I’ve always thought that it was amazing how people could come out with such amazing dishes from just a few simple ingredients. It’s a form of art.” She offered a smile, one that rather quickly faded. It wasn’t that he had offended her; it was that this was how she normally acted. Where he had walls keeping other out; she had walls that she put up to let everyone think she was something she was not. Well, that was somewhat of a lie. She really did care about others; she didn’t like to see them in pain. She put on a happy face so she could see them smile; to make their day a little better. She loved making others smile, and had she not been stressed out from the incident earlier, she probably would have showed how happy she was that he was smiling. He tried to appear cold; that much she knew. Even if he was enjoying comments about her own mistakes; he was smiling.

That all faded quickly though, when she made the comment about the breaking in. She glanced up at him for a moment, and then decided to turn her gaze away from him. She hadn’t meant it like that. She had been brought up to fallow the law; breaking into things was something that she thought about every day. It had shocked her; that was all. ”No, I didn’t mean it like that. I just wasn’t expecting it. I’m sorry; my mind’s still a little scattered today. I would like to try some of your dishes sometime. In fact; if the cafeteria has any electronic alarms set up to send wireless signals; I could probably help you block them.” Well, hopefully that would help patch that a little. She couldn’t take back the words she had said, and she knew it. She wouldn’t even try it. He had every right to be mad at her. Thus, when he mentioned judging, she cringed slightly. Ugh, that was one of things she hated about other people. She hadn’t meant to do that. Even if it had only been for a second while she reflected back on the personalities of the other people she knew that broke into things; she wouldn’t deny it. That was one thing that people either grew to love or hate about her. She was sometimes brutally honest; and she wouldn’t try to save the skin off her own neck. For a friend, she might, but not for her.

”You really enjoy shifting, don’t you?” She asked, turning her eyes to him. That was something she wished she could have; then maybe she wouldn’t have come off as a madwoman to him while trying to keep her cheery attitude around. Well, that wouldn’t be a problem. Not only had she taken that down and cast it away for the night; but she also felt like snot for causing him to put his walls up again. For a moment there, he had been laughing. Now; well that was another story.

She nodded calmly at the mention of the dishes he normally cooked up. ”Those sound really good. It’s really neat you have something you’re good at. The only thing I’ve ever run into that is something like that involves computers; but you can’t eat those. At least; I would certainly hope someone didn’t try to eat a computer.” She paused for a moment, trying to picture someone eating computer script and coding. The best she could come up with was something similar to Pac-man.
Of course, that was her attempt of lightning the mood; but she already knew it was futile. He probably wasn’t in the mood for joking, much less hearing her talk about JAVA or something. It was probably better to leave this meeting on this note; rather than have her brain think up of some other way to dig a deeper ditch than she already had.

”Well, thank you again for helping me. I didn’t mean to disrupt your evening or anything.” Also, sorry for causing you to want to claw my eyes out, sorry for going on and on when you obviously want to leave; oh, and thanks for putting up with my fried nerves and probably insane behavior from probably still being in shock. Those were things she added in her head, but she didn’t repeat them. No, she wouldn’t drag this out any longer than she already had. Of course; she wasn’t pushing him out the door or anything. He could stay if he wished; but she wasn’t going to force him to.

”If you ever have a dish or something you want to try one someone; you know where I am.” She said this with nothing more than a friendly smile; and a half-hearted one at that. At that point, going to sleep and just letting her subconscious mind deal with all the events of the day sounded rather appealing to her. Again; she wouldn’t just kick him out. Not yet, anyways. She might seem deranged, but she wasn’t. At least, she didn’t think she was.

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[/color] 1,240
Music;;[/color] Bad Apple
Lyrics;;[/color] Raise Against- Savior && Linkin Park- What I've Done
Tag;;[/color] Tony
Notes;;[/color] Aw, she feels bad x3[/size][/blockquote]

[Anthony Cooper]

Tony sat there on the edge of the bed, fidgeting with the thought of leaving. He wasn't sure what he'd go and do next, but he figured the girl across from him was probably spent from that.. what did she say it was again? Ah, yeah. The tree that'd nearly squashed her like a bug. Or, at least that's what she made it seem like anyways. And he knew very well the trees out there were far from being small and twiggish, most of them were thick enough for at least two students to stand side by side of each other width wise. Off in the Treefilled Forest, though; the ones closer to the campus were a little more decorative than those, and were grown for more appeal and shade. Not that he minded. A tree was a tree, and he wasn't a heavy sort of 'panda, so any tree would suffice fine.

He wouldn't doubt it if the girl was tired. Or at least wanted some alone time -- something he could relate to very well. Maybe that would explain her random switches in moods, just maybe. If not, then.. well, he could live with knowing a bi polar person. The term 'knowing' used lightly, for in all reality he -didn't- know her, other than she was in martial arts, seemed to carry some kind of doubt that he wasn't out to get her or something, and she had something for ice cream. That was about it. Oh, not to mention she was nocturnal. Like him. Interesting things, but hardly enough information. Still, he tried to fight his natural urges to make things worse as the air was tense enough as it was. He felt like the energy was being passed between them like a pingpong ball or something; one minute, he was laughing and cracking jokes and offering up his 'services'. Something he did rarely. And the next, he was clenching and unclenching his fists and feeling his blood boil.

Then, it would be her turn.
One minute she'd be offering ice cream, something she seemed to care about to an extent, and the next she was frowning at his habits or shoving her tongue out at him. It was a never ending cycle for the duo, who both seemed to be under their own pent up amount of stress. Had it not been for that wretched hurricane, perhaps they both would have been on better starting terms. Starting to feel uncomfortable with his thoughts, Tony glanced up suddenly as he heard her speak. ”Sounds like a plan.” He blinked. She was going to take him up on it after all? ”It’s neat that you like to cook. I’ve always thought that it was amazing how people could come out with such amazing dishes from just a few simple ingredients. It’s a form of art.” And then something unexpected happened.

He blushed.

Anthony wasn't used to compliments, though he'd gotten them before on his dishes and looks every now and then. He did enjoy getting them, but never really had the words to say how grateful he was to receiving them. And so, due to his lack of words, his body usually spoke for him in that light, faint shade of pink that prickled the skin on his cheeks. They felt warm, suddenly, and he knew immediately what happened. After finally catching his words from running on his tongue, he spoke up. "Oh, uhm.. thanks. I mean, for seeing it that way." Most people often just looked at food as something to eat, and never really looked at the complicated bits that went into it. He stopped his mind from going any further with that thought -- knowing he'd end up ranting about it either verbally or in his mind, which was something he didn't feel up to doing.

”No, I didn’t mean it like that. I just wasn’t expecting it. I’m sorry; my mind’s still a little scattered today. I would like to try some of your dishes sometime. In fact; if the cafeteria has any electronic alarms set up to send wireless signals; I could probably help you block them.” He could tell she was trying to fix up the awkward tension that was in the air, and couldn't help but feel a tinge of guilt set in. Most of it he figured was his fault, and took responsibility for it. He wouldn't admit this outloud, though, but it was step for him to even recognize this to himself in the first place. He waved both of his hands in the air, then, and shook his head. "It's fine. Don't worry about it." A pause, then, as he chewed her words over in his mind, nodding a little. He even cracked a half smile at her offer. "I'll keep that in mind. Look," he stood up from the bed, and spotted a piece of paper over by the dresser.

Walking over to this, careful to give her a wide berth in case she thought he was trying to make a move and try to karate chop him or something, he plucked up a pen that was nearby and scribbled something down in the corner of the paper. It appeared blank on the front, but he didn't know if it was something important on the other side. Assuming one little corner of the paper wouldn't hurt, he jot down his name, and the digits 702-1221 which was his cell phone number. Tossing a look over his shoulder back at her, he jabbed a finger down on the paper and pointed to the number. "Whenever you get hungry, or just want a snack, there's my cell. Don't hesitate to text or call, considering we're both up at the same time." He grinned, and then resorted to chuckling as his blush finally faded. Bothersome thing.

Figuring he might as well patch up the damage he'd caused too, Tony added, "If it makes you feel any better, you don't have to come along when I.. make my rounds. I can just run down, throw whatever you're in the mood for together, then bring it back. It's no hassle." He shrugged then, and turned away from the dresser to face her, hands in his pockets. ”You really enjoy shifting, don’t you?” He blinked, not expecting the question. He bit his lip, piercings glittering in the light of the room, and thought it over. Was this a trick question..? Didn't everyone like it? Finally letting his prisoner go, he nodded his head slowly. "Yeah, you could say that. I just.. I don't know, I feel more myself when I'm in the 'panda form. The more I understand it, the more comfortable and the more I understand myself.." He stopped then, catching himself mid-ramble, and shook his head quickly.

"Ah.. Sorry. Didn't mean to get all Ghandi on you." Grinning, he made a glance towards the door. Things were starting to pick up a little, and go back to a less hostile and tense note. Good, good. Now would be a good time to disappear, he figured, to save face for the next time they'd bump heads. He did want to see Amy again, if only to figure her out some more. He hated thinking tasks, (like most school assignments) but he figured it might be worth his time to start practicing now. Despite her quirks, she seemed like an interesting person. One he was almost sorry about being cross with. Anthony thought a second about edible computers, and couldn't help himself from a giggle. Or, about as 'manly' as a giggle could get.

"As I always say, don't knock it till you try it. So I guess I'd be one of those idiots to give it a taste and wind up getting electrocuted, knowing me." The thought was amusing, if not a little painful to think about. "No worries. I needed something to do anyways." Shoulders shrugged again as he started making his way over to the door, "Who wouldn't pass up an opportunity to play Hero, huh?" Another smirk as the joke was tossed just when his hand hit the door handle. Guess I should say some kind of goodbye? Yeah, just rushing out into the halls probably wasn't a good idea. Not after the both of them had struggled to try and patch up the damage that had been done. That'd just be setting fire to an already sensitive matter. "Guess I'll see you around then," he stated simply, looking back towards her. "Who knows how much longer I'll have that room to myself before he comes back," he rolled his eyes, then glanced over to the clock. "So, goodnight. Good morning. Later." Giving one final grin, Tony slipped out the door, shut it behind him, heaved out a thick and heavy sigh, and began the trek back to his room. That would, hopefully, be empty.

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[/color] Eh. I'll link you the next post. xD CREDIT SAM !? of A Changed Hogwarts. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS fake it - seether NOTES Awkward Tony is awkward. Haha WORD COUNT 1488 TAGG Amyyy [/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Amy Delilah Gray]

He was mad; she could tell that much. She bit her lower lip, a sign anyone that knew her learned was a sign of her feeling either guilty or unsure of something. Most of the time it was the latter; but this time it was one of the former times. She glanced down at her nails, picking at them absentmindedly. Tension was not a good way to live life; she didn’t like it much.

When he spoke, he seemed to be at lost for words. She glanced up; mildly surprised to see he was blushing. Did people honestly not look at food as art? Okay, where she was from it might not be as much of eye-pleasing as stomach-pleasing, but you still went about it the same way as an artist would paint a picture. An artist would use cool colors such as blue, purple, and green to add depth to a picture; while using warm colors such as red, yellow, and orange to add flare, to make things pop out at someone. Didn’t cooks use spices to add that same flare, and other things to add the depth of the flavor? For a moment; she got lost in such thoughts. She probably would have continued if he hadn’t moved.



When her eyes caught movement, her attention was once again on him. She watched as he moved to her dresser, pulling a piece of paper off from on top of it. What was on the other side of that? Oh...

She felt her stomach tighten, and she was silently hoping he wouldn’t turn it over. As much as she respected other’s artwork; she didn’t share her own. That particular piece of paper was one of the pieces she had doodled on before she had gone outside. She couldn’t even be sure what she had drawn... all she knew was she had turned it over before she had left. Amy wasn’t so much concerned he had written something on it, but more so she didn’t want him to turn it over. Still, she tried to retain the air of curiosity instead of panic.

When he spoke, she turned to him rather than to what he was writing. His... number? It honestly took her a moment to register that, and the fact he was chuckling. She offered a nod and a smile in attempt to cover up that though; she didn’t want to show her shock that easily. As friendly as she normally was, she honestly didn’t know this guy. She was glad he helped her, but he had some temper from what she had gathered. He could pose a threat if she didn’t watch it; but then again she thought everyone posed some threat. She had come from the city... she still carried pepper spray wherever she went. ”Sounds good.” She replied, nodding her head slightly.

She watched his reaction to her question. Amy was mildly aware that she had only just realized he had his lips pierced, when he replied.
She nodded slightly, dropping her gaze once again to her hands. He liked shifting... a lot of people here like shifting. She was the odd one out here, the one who was afraid to shift. She was the one who did anything she could to shove that back, and always to shove it back. Still; she could tell it flooded into her everyday life... but she didn’t like it any.

”No, it’s fine. I’m sure I’ve went ‘all Ghandi’ a few times already.” She chuckled, but it was strained. She didn’t even try to hide it. She was stressed, and she needed sleep. She was actually just about to say that aloud when he spoke again, and she turned her eyes to him.
”Just make sure it’s unplugged?” She stated, once again forcing to chuckle. Still, she was glad he was not so... upset. That was true, she was happy; but the events of the day were winning that battle. She was tired, and extremely so.
”Talk to you later. Thanks again.” She said before he left, and then watched as the door shut behind him. About that time she stood up, walking over to the light switch and flicking it off. Anything that wanted to go on could be dealt with tomorrow. Until then, even if she was nocturnal, she was getting some sleep.

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[/color] 726
Music;;[/color] unknown
Lyrics;;[/color] Raise Against- Savior && Linkin Park- What I've Done
Tag;;[/color] Closed?
Notes;;[/color] ^^ [/size][/blockquote]