Once he had returned from his walk with Vjelko, Jude had gone back up to his room to unpack since he had just thrown his bags down and left. He wasn't too bothered about having to do this, until he opened the door to his room and saw the extent of the job ahead. 'Stupid bags...' he thought as he unzipped the first one and started to put things out onto the bed. As usual, he had claimed the bed nearest the window, because he loved to be able to just sit and watch the world go by.
Once he had all of the contents out on the bed, he tossed the bag into a corner and began to put everything away. He'd claimed the left hand side of the massive double-sized wardrobe, and the chest of drawers nearest his bed. It was then time to move onto the second bag, which contained school stuff and all manner of personal items, including his laptop. He placed this particular item on the desk and plugged it in, then started it up with the intention of checking his emails once he'd sorted out the rest of his stuff.
Once the last bag was sorted, Jude pushed all of his bags up onto the top shelf of the wardrobe and closed the door, before pressing a button on his laptop to start some music going. As the overture for "Les Miserables" began to play, he flopped down onto his bed and put his hands behind his head. He was humming along absent-mindedly when he almost died of shock - his alarm clock read out the time on the hour, every hour and he'd forgotten to switch that function off. "12pm!" it called out and he sat up suddenly. After some quick button-bashing, he was about to lay back down when he heard a key-card click in the door and it swung open.
Looking over to the doorway, he spotted the boy who was to be his new roommate. With a smile, he said, "Hey!"
Full Version: Unpacking
Troy had been at the school for awhile, but had decided to leave everything in his car and wonder around the campass for a bit. He had been here before, but there was nothing like reminising on old times. He knew that time was coming up fast and that shecdules would be handed out, but Troy just didn't feel like hurring, no matter how anxious he was to see his new room, meet new people, and do new things.
He took out his keys and unlocked the passenger side door to his 1971 Mini Cooper. Even though he was a tall guy and he had to bend a little to get in, he loved this car with a flying passion. It was orange and he had had a friend custimize the yellow striped nine ball on the passenger side and the red seven ball on the driver's side. He wasn't a superstitious person, but he did like the look on the Romanion's faces when he had driven it through Transylvania a couple of years back. His sides still hurt.
Troy threw both black duffle bags over his left shoulder (they were light, considering he had packed clothes in them) and he moved to the trunk, closing the passenger door behind him. Unlocking the trunk, he picked up a lightly colored wooden crate. It was heavy, but he could manage.
Locking the Coop, he decided he would get the other things he needed later. He still had to pick his camera up in the library where he had left it a couple of hours ago. He was hoping for something good that might spark his imanginative beans for writing class. He prefered to base his stories off of real life.
Troy struggled up the stairs and upon reaching the door, he had to remember which pocket he had put the key in. He moved his butt-checks, feeling the pockets out. A couple of guys walked by and gave Troy a look, but he ignored them. He decided that it was in his left pocket. Setting the crate down, he reached into the left pocket with his right hand (he is a flexible child) and he opened the door. Not even two seconds after the door had opened, Troy was greeted by his room mate.
"Sweet beans," he said in an American accent. Troy was one for immtating, but he never mocked. A smile pressed across his face, he picked up the crate and returned to his normal voice: Australian. "So, which bed and closet is mine? I'm not one for taking up too much space, but I do like my own room." Troy looked around and chuckled to himself. "And so aren't you. The names Troy."
He set the crate down along with the duffles, returning his key to his trouser's pockets and held out a friendly hand.
He took out his keys and unlocked the passenger side door to his 1971 Mini Cooper. Even though he was a tall guy and he had to bend a little to get in, he loved this car with a flying passion. It was orange and he had had a friend custimize the yellow striped nine ball on the passenger side and the red seven ball on the driver's side. He wasn't a superstitious person, but he did like the look on the Romanion's faces when he had driven it through Transylvania a couple of years back. His sides still hurt.
Troy threw both black duffle bags over his left shoulder (they were light, considering he had packed clothes in them) and he moved to the trunk, closing the passenger door behind him. Unlocking the trunk, he picked up a lightly colored wooden crate. It was heavy, but he could manage.
Locking the Coop, he decided he would get the other things he needed later. He still had to pick his camera up in the library where he had left it a couple of hours ago. He was hoping for something good that might spark his imanginative beans for writing class. He prefered to base his stories off of real life.
Troy struggled up the stairs and upon reaching the door, he had to remember which pocket he had put the key in. He moved his butt-checks, feeling the pockets out. A couple of guys walked by and gave Troy a look, but he ignored them. He decided that it was in his left pocket. Setting the crate down, he reached into the left pocket with his right hand (he is a flexible child) and he opened the door. Not even two seconds after the door had opened, Troy was greeted by his room mate.
"Sweet beans," he said in an American accent. Troy was one for immtating, but he never mocked. A smile pressed across his face, he picked up the crate and returned to his normal voice: Australian. "So, which bed and closet is mine? I'm not one for taking up too much space, but I do like my own room." Troy looked around and chuckled to himself. "And so aren't you. The names Troy."
He set the crate down along with the duffles, returning his key to his trouser's pockets and held out a friendly hand.
Jude looked the boy up and down as he climbed up off the bed, taking in every detail of his new roommate. As he shook Troy's hand, he said, "I'm Jude. You're Australian, right? That is so cool! It's a brilliant accent! My accent is boring, plain old English, not even from an exciting city or anything..." He released his hand and ran round to the other side of the room to point to the second half of the giant wardrobe, which left him also standing next to the second bed, in a perfect position for demonstrating.
"This bed is yours, and that side of the wardrobe too. You've also got that wooden chest-of-drawers there. I hope you don't mind that I took that bed, I just like to be able to see out," he explained, walking back to where he had started off. As he passed his laptop, it beeped, but when he looked nothing was happening. "Stupid thing, why is it so noisy?" he said, frowning as he pressed a few of the keys. This made it beep again, which elicited a giggle from Jude. "Oops..."
Once he was sitting back down on his bed again, Jude assessed Troy further. Quite a bit taller than himself, but then again most people were. He was probably a bit older too, since he didn't think they'd ever been in a class together. "So what's your major? Mine is acting, but everyone else wishes my major was dance because then I might get tired and stop talking... I talk a lot, by the way!" he told Troy, completely unaware that he was just letting his mouth do its own thing.
Swinging his legs round onto the bed, he pushed the pillows up and sat upright against them as he watched a bird on the window ledge. It fluttered for a few moments before flying away, so Jude's attention was then brought back into the room, where he watched for what the boy would do next.
"This bed is yours, and that side of the wardrobe too. You've also got that wooden chest-of-drawers there. I hope you don't mind that I took that bed, I just like to be able to see out," he explained, walking back to where he had started off. As he passed his laptop, it beeped, but when he looked nothing was happening. "Stupid thing, why is it so noisy?" he said, frowning as he pressed a few of the keys. This made it beep again, which elicited a giggle from Jude. "Oops..."
Once he was sitting back down on his bed again, Jude assessed Troy further. Quite a bit taller than himself, but then again most people were. He was probably a bit older too, since he didn't think they'd ever been in a class together. "So what's your major? Mine is acting, but everyone else wishes my major was dance because then I might get tired and stop talking... I talk a lot, by the way!" he told Troy, completely unaware that he was just letting his mouth do its own thing.
Swinging his legs round onto the bed, he pushed the pillows up and sat upright against them as he watched a bird on the window ledge. It fluttered for a few moments before flying away, so Jude's attention was then brought back into the room, where he watched for what the boy would do next.
Troy chuckled to himself again. He is a bit keen on stating the obvious, he thought to himself, which caused him to chuckled a little more, his eyebrows lifting towards his hair line. "Yuppers, an Aussie am I. I rather find your accent to be more amusing than mine. Then again, I find myself amazed everytime I go back to Sydney, so all is in good fun."
Troy nodded at the bed. It looked well enough, though a bit bare. He would have to go and retrieve his beddings from his Coop. Ah! To see his marvelous car once again. He was a bit too fond of it, even he had to admit that once someone got him talking about his Cooper, he could talk a mile a minute. Probably would even make his room mate stop for a moment.
Troy was bashing his new roommate in the head metally. He didn't like that. The kid, who called himself Jude, did seem well. He might even like this year after all. As Troy started to put some things anally onto hanggers and sorting them by length, color, and cut, he answered Jude. "I'm in alternative health. My minors are writing and film. What year are you?"
Troy was thinking his roomie was a junoir, but he sometimes did give people a little more credit than needed when it came to age.
He listened to Jude as he opened the crate, pulling out his own neon green and neon orange laptop, a jackalope (he had bought it while he was in New Mexico as a tourists shop. He always seemed to get odd looks when he pulled it out. He had nicknamed the jackalope Nonny after one of his favourite drunken episodes. For some reason, he had remembered the name the morning after and the episode, so it was all in good humour.), and he also pulled out some odd-end things that he made: a V for Vendetta mask, the V for Vendetta poster, some poetry books by Emily Dickinson, some comics, some movies and a crap load of CDs. He decided to put the movies and CDs back, but put his mask and books on top of the dresser along with the mask.
Finding some tape in one of the boxes, he pulled out some more posters of different movies, and actors and actresses (Casablanca, Closet Land, Sweeney Todd, Harry Potter 1-5, Jason Isaacs, a small close-up of a couple kissing, Ellen Page, and Frances O'Connor.)
He was a poster whore that whored on movies. "I would have brought more of my collection of posters, but my Cooper wouldn't have been able to hold much more. The ride to this school was fun enough. I was squeezed next to my door with the window rolled down."
Troy never talked lie this before but he happend to have a habit of immatating others personalities while he was around them. He hoped his roomie wouldn't notice, but then again, Troy had never met Jude other than now so he was sure he was safe.
Troy nodded at the bed. It looked well enough, though a bit bare. He would have to go and retrieve his beddings from his Coop. Ah! To see his marvelous car once again. He was a bit too fond of it, even he had to admit that once someone got him talking about his Cooper, he could talk a mile a minute. Probably would even make his room mate stop for a moment.
Troy was bashing his new roommate in the head metally. He didn't like that. The kid, who called himself Jude, did seem well. He might even like this year after all. As Troy started to put some things anally onto hanggers and sorting them by length, color, and cut, he answered Jude. "I'm in alternative health. My minors are writing and film. What year are you?"
Troy was thinking his roomie was a junoir, but he sometimes did give people a little more credit than needed when it came to age.
He listened to Jude as he opened the crate, pulling out his own neon green and neon orange laptop, a jackalope (he had bought it while he was in New Mexico as a tourists shop. He always seemed to get odd looks when he pulled it out. He had nicknamed the jackalope Nonny after one of his favourite drunken episodes. For some reason, he had remembered the name the morning after and the episode, so it was all in good humour.), and he also pulled out some odd-end things that he made: a V for Vendetta mask, the V for Vendetta poster, some poetry books by Emily Dickinson, some comics, some movies and a crap load of CDs. He decided to put the movies and CDs back, but put his mask and books on top of the dresser along with the mask.
Finding some tape in one of the boxes, he pulled out some more posters of different movies, and actors and actresses (Casablanca, Closet Land, Sweeney Todd, Harry Potter 1-5, Jason Isaacs, a small close-up of a couple kissing, Ellen Page, and Frances O'Connor.)
He was a poster whore that whored on movies. "I would have brought more of my collection of posters, but my Cooper wouldn't have been able to hold much more. The ride to this school was fun enough. I was squeezed next to my door with the window rolled down."
Troy never talked lie this before but he happend to have a habit of immatating others personalities while he was around them. He hoped his roomie wouldn't notice, but then again, Troy had never met Jude other than now so he was sure he was safe.
'He's from Sydney? That is soooo cool!' he thought, then started daydreaming about Australia. He was so lost in thought that he almost didn't realise he was being asked a question. When it finally registered in his mind, he replied. "Oh, I'm a soph. 'Tis my third year here and I'm still not fed up of it. I love it - the place, the people... everything!" He tilted his head to look out the window again as he continued to talk. "Writing is one of my minors too. I just have like... this massive imagination, it never stops! I always think of things to write. I'm probably not brilliant at the actual writing, but I have the ideas which is a start."
Actually starting to feel a little bit out of breath now from all the talking he was doing, Jude leaned back again and completely relaxed. As he did so, he noticed that the other boy was now unpacking. He watched with fascination at all the items which were emerging from inside the bags, impressed with the wide range of things that were there. When the V for Vendetta stuff appeared, he shivered slightly because it scared him quite a bit. Hoping the shiver had gone unnoticed, he climbed down off his bed and went for his backpack, feeling that it was time to put up his own posters now.
After a spot of rummaging around, he pulled out his posters and photos. With tape in one hand, he started putting up the photos. Most of them were of himself with his friends - a mixture of Vej and Axel, mainly, with some others thrown in. In the middle he placed a photo of himself and his brother Keadan, smiling proudly. "That's my brother. Keadan. He's soooo cool. He's an actor too, except he left before the summer. It's going to be so weird without him here, but I'm hoping I'll be so busy I won't notice."
Next, it was the turn of the posters to be placed on the wall. First of all was his "Torchwood" poster, which was his favourite. Then came a 10x8 glossy photo of Neville from Harry Potter, his own personal hero - he even had a t-shirt which stated that fact. After that, posters for Tomb Raider Legend and Spyro the Dragon, as well as some more 10x8s, made their way up onto the wall above his bed. "There! That looks much better!" he exclaimed, grinning. "So you drove here, right? I wouldn't think it would be nice driving in central London, even once I learn to drive I don't think I'll do it. Did you have to pay the congestion charge, or will you not count because technically you live here?" He shook his head and giggled. "I'm sorry, I have no idea why I'm talking about traffic..."
Actually starting to feel a little bit out of breath now from all the talking he was doing, Jude leaned back again and completely relaxed. As he did so, he noticed that the other boy was now unpacking. He watched with fascination at all the items which were emerging from inside the bags, impressed with the wide range of things that were there. When the V for Vendetta stuff appeared, he shivered slightly because it scared him quite a bit. Hoping the shiver had gone unnoticed, he climbed down off his bed and went for his backpack, feeling that it was time to put up his own posters now.
After a spot of rummaging around, he pulled out his posters and photos. With tape in one hand, he started putting up the photos. Most of them were of himself with his friends - a mixture of Vej and Axel, mainly, with some others thrown in. In the middle he placed a photo of himself and his brother Keadan, smiling proudly. "That's my brother. Keadan. He's soooo cool. He's an actor too, except he left before the summer. It's going to be so weird without him here, but I'm hoping I'll be so busy I won't notice."
Next, it was the turn of the posters to be placed on the wall. First of all was his "Torchwood" poster, which was his favourite. Then came a 10x8 glossy photo of Neville from Harry Potter, his own personal hero - he even had a t-shirt which stated that fact. After that, posters for Tomb Raider Legend and Spyro the Dragon, as well as some more 10x8s, made their way up onto the wall above his bed. "There! That looks much better!" he exclaimed, grinning. "So you drove here, right? I wouldn't think it would be nice driving in central London, even once I learn to drive I don't think I'll do it. Did you have to pay the congestion charge, or will you not count because technically you live here?" He shook his head and giggled. "I'm sorry, I have no idea why I'm talking about traffic..."
Troy smiled, laughing a little himself. It was funny, no one had ever talked about the traffic fare with him before, but for some reason or another, it was a hell of a better conversation than the one with his own brain. Which he doesn't do often. Only when he is alone and he has gone a day or more without any sleep. Which happens often with him.
'Noahr, I have to the fee, which is pretty stupid considering I'm moving myself. But, ev's to that and all the other bloody lot of stupid pricks that rule this fucking school." It was obvious. Troy got pissed off at the thought of having spend even more money that he truthfully didn't have very much of. He was going to have to look for another job at one of the pubs. If all else failed, he could be a waiter or help one of the teacher's.
His brain started to hurt. Troy had been getting migranes as of late. A lot of them. He thankfully came prepared. He closed the crate back up, placing his laptop on top of it. Searching in his duffle for some meds, he said, "I never got to stay for Prep. I wish I had though. This school is better than the ones I've attended in the past. I'm a... junoir."
His brain had a spasm of pain. Troy cringed, hoping his roomie didn't notice that, he knew better. The kid was talking to him, almost staring at him. Heh, I'd better find those meds before I made an atomic bomb and make this room explode, he thought, chuckling once more.
"You know, I haven't seen many girls wandering around here. I thought this was Co-Ed high school." He shrugged. Why was he all tight in the pants about girls as of late? Jeeze, if it hadn't been for Meeghan, he might be deprived of females all together.
'Noahr, I have to the fee, which is pretty stupid considering I'm moving myself. But, ev's to that and all the other bloody lot of stupid pricks that rule this fucking school." It was obvious. Troy got pissed off at the thought of having spend even more money that he truthfully didn't have very much of. He was going to have to look for another job at one of the pubs. If all else failed, he could be a waiter or help one of the teacher's.
His brain started to hurt. Troy had been getting migranes as of late. A lot of them. He thankfully came prepared. He closed the crate back up, placing his laptop on top of it. Searching in his duffle for some meds, he said, "I never got to stay for Prep. I wish I had though. This school is better than the ones I've attended in the past. I'm a... junoir."
His brain had a spasm of pain. Troy cringed, hoping his roomie didn't notice that, he knew better. The kid was talking to him, almost staring at him. Heh, I'd better find those meds before I made an atomic bomb and make this room explode, he thought, chuckling once more.
"You know, I haven't seen many girls wandering around here. I thought this was Co-Ed high school." He shrugged. Why was he all tight in the pants about girls as of late? Jeeze, if it hadn't been for Meeghan, he might be deprived of females all together.