Damasko eagerly roamed the halls of the lightly colored dorm rooms. The place that he would spending his entire year. Some people walked past him, some even gave him a greeting. He was surprised. It was usually said Brits weren't all to nice to Americans. Well, that was USA news for you.
His heavy luggages were strapped on all different areas of his body. His man book bag was strapped across his right shoulder. His left arm was tugging a black rolling luggage along with him, and yet another book bag filled of stupid non necessities like his wii and a good half of his life collection of books was hanging limply from his left shoulder. Everything in his body seemed to be numb. Except for his hear which pounded excitement all through his veins. It was enough to be in a foreign country, but then accepted into your dream school! Damasko could have just stopped in the hallways and yelled out for all to hear.
But he didn't. Cause that would be 'typical American.' Loud and obnoxious. Which someone had actually called that when he was on a bus trip to the school. Some prissy old lady who he flicked off when she turned around.
The little torn white paper in his hand read 403. His dormroom. His place. His domain for the next 10 months. 400 passed, so did 401 and 402. Finally, he was approaching the door to his new home.
But someone had beat him to it as the door was slightly cracked and he could see another figure moving around. Closing in on the door slowly, although his body ached for him to move faster, he pushed the door aside fully to embrace himself with the stranger. He was so caught up in him that he had forgot to even look at the rest of the room.
"Er, Hey. Uh. Hate to be rude or anything but, why are you in my room?" He asked, sounding like the idiotic foreigner he was.
Full Version: And this is yo-...our room?
Vjelko had thoroughly enjoyed his walk with Jude. They had wandered round the same area of Hyde Park for over an hour discussing anything and everything, holding hands just to laugh at all the people who were looking at them strangely. They really were an odd couple, if you believed they were dating, because of the height difference. But as friends it worked perfectly because Vej could play the role of the protector to the little blonde much more easily.
He was hungry. Unfortunately, it wasn't anywhere near lunchtime yet, so he decided to return to his room for a nap. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep and soon he was waking up again, pleased to see that according to the clock it was only fifteen minutes until lunch now. He got up and approached the mirror, finding a slight crease on his cheek where he'd been asleep on his sleeve. He tried rubbing it but it made little difference, so instead he went in search of his stage makeup bag to find some light foundation.
He had just returned to the mirror when he heard the keycard sound and the door opened. Turning, Vej prepared to great his new roommate but was soon interrupted by an American who seemed not to understand how the dorm system worked. "Hey... eh... it's technically our room... Hence the, you know... two beds..." he explained, smiling so that the other boy understood that he didn't mind being asked. "I'm Vjelko, but most people call me Vej. Don't worry, I don't make much noise and I'm tidy, you'll hardly notice I'm here."
Switching his attention back to his reflection, he began to cover up the crease using a foundation brush, hoping the other boy didn't think he was weird for putting make up on just to go to lunch. It wasn't something he would normally do, but he thought the crease might look a bit bizarre...
He was hungry. Unfortunately, it wasn't anywhere near lunchtime yet, so he decided to return to his room for a nap. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep and soon he was waking up again, pleased to see that according to the clock it was only fifteen minutes until lunch now. He got up and approached the mirror, finding a slight crease on his cheek where he'd been asleep on his sleeve. He tried rubbing it but it made little difference, so instead he went in search of his stage makeup bag to find some light foundation.
He had just returned to the mirror when he heard the keycard sound and the door opened. Turning, Vej prepared to great his new roommate but was soon interrupted by an American who seemed not to understand how the dorm system worked. "Hey... eh... it's technically our room... Hence the, you know... two beds..." he explained, smiling so that the other boy understood that he didn't mind being asked. "I'm Vjelko, but most people call me Vej. Don't worry, I don't make much noise and I'm tidy, you'll hardly notice I'm here."
Switching his attention back to his reflection, he began to cover up the crease using a foundation brush, hoping the other boy didn't think he was weird for putting make up on just to go to lunch. It wasn't something he would normally do, but he thought the crease might look a bit bizarre...
Damasko wanted to slap himself in the forehead for asking such a ridiculous question. That was of course, if he had a hand to hit himself with. Suddenly remembering that his muscles were howling with pain, he rushed over to the emptier looking bed, dropping his luggage on the floor and releasing the bags from his shoulders. Upon hearing a crunch in the bag that contained his Wii and book collection he winced. Maybe that wasn't the best packing combination.
He turned back around to greet his roommate properly but he seemed to busy decorating his face with makeup. Wow he thought to himself. He didn't really want a conceited roommate. But if he kept his word and was not obscenely loud and tidy, then they might just become the best of friends. Or atleast general friends. Nothing with animosity. He didn't need any enemies after being in the country for all but 10 hours.
"Hey, sorry bout that I'm just..lost I guess," he started, "I'm Damasko. You can call me Sko if you want. It's an old nickname." He said with a small grin as he reminisced about his high school years. How could he be homesick already? He just got here!
His eyes searched Vej's half of the room. His word had already been kept as far as the tidy part. Everything seemed to be kept in place and organized to the tee. Unlike him. Admittedly he wasn't the most clean person in the world, but he wasn't going to let animals start inhabiting his half of the room.
"Nice side you got there."
He turned back around to greet his roommate properly but he seemed to busy decorating his face with makeup. Wow he thought to himself. He didn't really want a conceited roommate. But if he kept his word and was not obscenely loud and tidy, then they might just become the best of friends. Or atleast general friends. Nothing with animosity. He didn't need any enemies after being in the country for all but 10 hours.
"Hey, sorry bout that I'm just..lost I guess," he started, "I'm Damasko. You can call me Sko if you want. It's an old nickname." He said with a small grin as he reminisced about his high school years. How could he be homesick already? He just got here!
His eyes searched Vej's half of the room. His word had already been kept as far as the tidy part. Everything seemed to be kept in place and organized to the tee. Unlike him. Admittedly he wasn't the most clean person in the world, but he wasn't going to let animals start inhabiting his half of the room.
"Nice side you got there."
Vej raised an eyebrow at the crunching sounding, hoping that nothing important was broken. Looking at the room's reflection in the mirror, he saw a collection of bags scattered on and around the second bed, wondering what could possibly be in all of them. Personally, he never brought a lot of things to school because it was quite a long way to travel and he could always buy anything he needed once he got there. Apart from clothes, dancewear, stage makeup, sketching stuff and a few personal items, he didn't really bring a lot. The only things that gave away the fact that anyone else actually slept in the room were the bed covers and a few photos pinned to the wall above his bed.
As he continued to apply the foundation, he became aware that he was being watched. 'Oh no, what if he thinks I'm really vain or something? I wouldn't want him to go around thinking that of me...' he thought to himself, deciding that he had better offer some sort of explanation. "I don't usually wear makeup when I'm not on stage. I fell asleep and I think I was lying on my arm or something because I've got a massive crease down the side of my face. I'm just trying to cover it up before lunch because it looks so weird..."
Once he'd finished, he walked back to the bathroom to replace the brush and tube in the cupboard, then returned back to the mirror. "Are you going to come down for lunch now, or do you want to unpack first?" he enquired, although whatever the answer turned out to be, Vej was definitely going to be out of that door some time in the next thirty seconds. He didn't intend to sit in the dining hall to eat, preferring to bring a couple of sandwiches back upstairs - mainly because his friends laughed at his healthy eating ideas and he couldn't be bothered with that today.
As he continued to apply the foundation, he became aware that he was being watched. 'Oh no, what if he thinks I'm really vain or something? I wouldn't want him to go around thinking that of me...' he thought to himself, deciding that he had better offer some sort of explanation. "I don't usually wear makeup when I'm not on stage. I fell asleep and I think I was lying on my arm or something because I've got a massive crease down the side of my face. I'm just trying to cover it up before lunch because it looks so weird..."
Once he'd finished, he walked back to the bathroom to replace the brush and tube in the cupboard, then returned back to the mirror. "Are you going to come down for lunch now, or do you want to unpack first?" he enquired, although whatever the answer turned out to be, Vej was definitely going to be out of that door some time in the next thirty seconds. He didn't intend to sit in the dining hall to eat, preferring to bring a couple of sandwiches back upstairs - mainly because his friends laughed at his healthy eating ideas and he couldn't be bothered with that today.
A smile slowly grew its way onto Damasko's face. A smile of appreciation. So maybe the whole roomie thing wouldn't be as bad as everyone said it to be. He didn't necessarily have the privelage of being picky neither. Or did he need an enemy that slept 10 feet across from him.
Upon hearing the question Damasko instantly tensed up with nervousness. His gaze fell outside of the window and flooded his vision with a skyline of the campus outside. People were scattered outside like an ant colony, and he was the adopted cousin from the colony across the street. Although the distances were nowhere near similar they symbolized the whole new world he was in. Everything was different. They looked different, they ate different, they talked different. All of it just made him feel like the odd man out.
But how was he ever going to find out anything about the damn country if he didn't get out of the room and explore? At least he was being offered to go with someone. However rushed and obligatory it seemed. Besides, he looked back at his bags, It's not like I want to spend any more time with these things if I don't have to. He couldn't necessarily deny the persistent rumbling in his stomach. Even internationally, airplane food was still crappy.
"Yeah," he started, "I kinda wanna check out what crazy foods you Brits eat around here," He said teasingly. He'd leave the whole figuring out if he was American or not to Vej. Hopefully for his sake he wouldn't be one of those ignorant people who hated Americans just for the blunt fact.
Upon hearing the question Damasko instantly tensed up with nervousness. His gaze fell outside of the window and flooded his vision with a skyline of the campus outside. People were scattered outside like an ant colony, and he was the adopted cousin from the colony across the street. Although the distances were nowhere near similar they symbolized the whole new world he was in. Everything was different. They looked different, they ate different, they talked different. All of it just made him feel like the odd man out.
But how was he ever going to find out anything about the damn country if he didn't get out of the room and explore? At least he was being offered to go with someone. However rushed and obligatory it seemed. Besides, he looked back at his bags, It's not like I want to spend any more time with these things if I don't have to. He couldn't necessarily deny the persistent rumbling in his stomach. Even internationally, airplane food was still crappy.
"Yeah," he started, "I kinda wanna check out what crazy foods you Brits eat around here," He said teasingly. He'd leave the whole figuring out if he was American or not to Vej. Hopefully for his sake he wouldn't be one of those ignorant people who hated Americans just for the blunt fact.