(OPEN) Welcome the Second Floor

[Roxas Hiroaki]

Today was the day, the start of the new semester. To be honest for one little blonde this was the start of the first semester ever at this school. First year was of course the strangest for most students, full of new experiences and such. The blonde put the key into the lock, twisting lightly before the soft click sound signaled the door was unlocked.

The blonde twisted the knob and stepped inside the dark room. With a flick of the lights the whole room was illuminated. The blonde tilted his head to see no one else was here, he had been told he was in a double room...maybe they didn't have enough people at this time...or he was just the first one here.

The boy set down his stuff onto the nearest bed, looking around the small room. Well small was relative, it was actually about the size of his own bedroom...but this was meant for two people and not one. The blonde quietly started to put away his things, the door open wide as the commotions of the other people on the floor was heard.

Roxas had already set to work on putting his clothes in the dresser when he heard a noise from outside his room. The boy set down the shirt he had in his hand and stepped towards the door slowly, peaking out to see who was making the arguably biggest amount of noise in the hall.

[Carlos Mitchell]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:8px; padding-right:5px; padding-bottom:8px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] carlos mitchell will you be the savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Stupid trunk. Carlos growled as the large suitcase thumped heavily across the floor as he dragged it. It would not be a physically impossible feat for the male to carry it to his room, but since he sprained his wrist earlier that day, he was unable to do that without suffering tremendous amounts of pain. He could have carried it in one hand, but he would have fallen unceremoniously on the ground from being off-balanced. So he had to drag it. It had been a surprise, really, when he had received it. His uncle had sent an assortment of different things to him, he had mused that time as he signed for the package, but it turned out that it was from his frivolous, materialistic aunt who was a bit of a kleptomaniac. God knows what was inside the trunk, but Carlos wasn't going to take any chances by opening it in public, or he might face humiliation when the trunk happens to carry sex toys, or something. Basically, Carlos was fairly imaginative about what could be in the trunk. So, he had decided to open it in the safety of his room, where he had no roommates, and he was in the pleasure of his own company. That is, if he could get the trunk to his room in time before he was mortified to death. Several people were already craning their heads to see what was making that god-awful noise in the hallway. Carlos made sure to keep his head down, his bangs covering his eyes. The male was stopped in his tracks by the sight of another student peeking out at him from the comfort of his dormitory room. Visibly annoyed by the large amount of unwanted attention, Carlos gritted his teeth. "Is there something so lavishly wrong," he began formally to the boy, but one could note the steely undertone in his voice, "... about making unwanted noise in the hall?" TAGGED. ROXAS/OPEN. WORDCOUNT. 606 NOTES: TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.

[Roxas Hiroaki]

Roxas looked to see someone, both older and taller then himself dragging what looked like a suitcase behind him. He couldn't be sure though, since...well he had never actually taken the time to inspect it to be beyond a reasonable doubt. The blue eyed male looked up at the person as they started to address him.

Roxas tilted his head, was there something wrong with making unwanted noise in the hall? By how he phrased it would be yes, because if the noise was unwanted it was wrong. "If it's unwanted...then isn't it wrong?" he questioned innocently. He was either oblivious to or didn't address the steely tone in the other males voice.

Technically there wasn't anything wrong with noise in the halls, at least when it wasn't quiet hours. The boy looked out at the clock in the hall...and the quiet hours were not in effect yet so by dorm rules the boy was fine. "But...the dorm has no rules against it..." he said, no hint of sarcasm or anything else. Just pure, objective factual...ness. The boy was merely curious to the creation of the noise.

[Carlos Mitchell]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:8px; padding-right:5px; padding-bottom:8px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] carlos mitchell will you be the savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Carlos blinked blankly at the question the other boy posed. If it's unwanted, then isn't it wrong? He had been sarcastic--rhetorical, at the least, but once he had heard the question, he began to think through what he said. He let go of the handle of the trunk that he was dragging along the floor and stroked his injured hand absent-mindedly. "Not necessarily," he finally said. "Generally speaking, not all things unwanted are wrong. In another situation, perhaps," Carlos mused, "someone might be trying to commit suicide. Stopping them wouldn't be considered wrong, even if their heroics is unwanted by the one who wants to kill himself." He paused. "But I may have just misunderstood thy statement." Or I could have been spot-on, he thought, but he moved on from the subject quickly, since the boy had apparently done the same thing, even before Carlos spoke. It was a good thing, too. The male might have spent ten minutes or so just expounding on what he said. Sometimes he just ought to quench his urge to over-think things, but flaws are those that make people real, and of course, Carlos is no exception from that. His eyes drifted over the stranger's shoulder, and he observed with curiosity that the younger male was just moving in, or was in the middle of packing. Carlos could see very clearly the clothing he was putting in or pulling out of a dresser. The male quickly made eye-contact with the boy again, seemingly jolted by his discovery. "I did not realize thou art..." he trailed off, still unsure of whether the blond was new or not. "That thou art busy," said Carlos unfathomably, allowing the term to balance between the two scenarios he had in his head. "Most people are simply idle in their rooms, or doing something unproductive, so I hadst assumed that I was not disturbing anyone who was doing anything"--his eyes briefly swiveled to the room beyond him--"direly important." "I hope that this does not confirm any negative reason that thou mayst have," Carlos continued, but he knew he was starting to blunder. "To er, leave, or if thou perhaps hath just arrived, encourage you to trow that the place hither is normally this, well, bad." Without missing a beat, lest he wanted to show that he was actually messing up, he gestured quite obnoxiously to the room with a nod of his head. "I seest thine room thither," said Carlos as way of explanation for his incessant rambling. TAGGED. ROXAS/OPEN. WORDCOUNT. 729 NOTES: Sorry it took so long, and that it may not make much sense. @_@ Lost muse is lost. TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.

[Roxas Hiroaki]

Roxas tilted his head. He felt kind of...well stupid while the guy was speaking. It wasn't that he didn't understand what he was saying...okay it kind of was. The guy was talking like those Shakespeare guys he hated reading in high school. The boy was not an English Major for that reason...as well as more but that was a big one.

The blonde tilted his head, trying to piece together some of the words and ignoring the hadst and thous and such. Roxas just smiled, a smile was good for everything...especially when you were clueless. He had learned that when he was little, one of his cousins never stopped smiling.

The boy looked back as the man said something about disturbing people. "I was just unpacking things... nothing to important," the boy said, his tone calm. It was the truth after all, he was just putting some clothes away. The boy had this nagging sensation in the back of his head...there was something he was supposed to say. Now what was it...his brother had always told him when meeting a person to do it...oh right...introduce yourself! The boy tilted his head at the taller male,"...I'm Roxas by the way."

[Carlos Mitchell]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:8px; padding-right:5px; padding-bottom:8px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] carlos mitchell will you be the savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Carlos watched with sudden amusement how the boy seemed to like tilting his head, and how he doesn’t seem to mind smiling all the time. How he referred to unpacking things astounded Carlos, for the young man deemed that something that necessary to be done in order to live conveniently in a place was certainly important. Carlos fought the urge to interrupt the boy and voice out his opinions. After all, he can be civil about this. He shot a dark glare at the trunk, and momentarily cursed his aunt for being so spontaneous. If he had not known that spontaneity was her nature, then Carlos would have not wasted any moment and opened the trunk immediately. But nooo. So here he was, in the presence of a younger man- at least, he assumed- named Roxas, who had a habit of tilting his head. Suddenly he felt like cocking his head to the side too, an urge he quenched valiantly in his mind. It was a bit hard to avoid doing something once someone told you not to do it- for example, in this situation, tilting his head to mimic Roxas’s actions. To break out of it, Carlos cleared his throat, and absentmindedly used the hand with a sprained wrist to faux cover his mouth. He hissed when his theatrics had caused him to jerk his hand. “Son of a gun!” Carlos exclaimed, his former cold and rigid exterior gone. He dropped the trunk accidentally- who would have thought- and it hit the floor with a booming thud that seemed to reverberate through his ears. In a very un-Carlos-y action, he swore quite loudly in proper English. It took him several moments to gather his bearings, and while waiting for that moment, Carlos looked positively disheveled. He could not believe that he had managed to embarrass himself to instantly, so painfully, like that. He would have smacked himself on the head if it did not make him look any more the nutter than he already does. But fortunately, it did, so there were no self-hitting happening to him. At least, not at the moment. “Sorry, ah,” Carlos said afterward. “Roxas. I am not normally this clumsy.” He picked up the trunk from the floor, straightened it up, and turned to Roxas again. “I bid you to, ah, never speak of this moment,” he continued as curious stares were directed his way, apparently not aware of what had truly happened. “By my troth! Mine name will surely becometh the laughingstock of the week.” “And I am called Carlos, Roxas.” TAGGED. ROXAS/OPEN. WORDCOUNT. 719 NOTES: Sorry it's late! AND that it's random lol TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.

[Roxas Hiroaki]

Roxas watched as the older man's pristine appearance went to ruin, breaking down as he dropped the suitcase he was carrying. The spikey haired blonde really had no idea what to do, or what to say as Carlos 'swore' and looked...well over all not good...a little stressed as well. The blonde just pretty much stood there while Carlos did all this, as if waiting for him to collect himself.

After a few minutes of this, Carlos seemed to apologize to him? The male really had no idea why the older student would do that...he really didn't do anything that bad after all...its not like he dropped the suitcase on Roxas or something. The younger student kept up his head tilting habit as Carlos went on talking. What...? Habits are a bitch to break, ask any pedophile![/b]

Roxas smiled as he was pretty much being sworn to not talk about this, and then Carlos went on using weird words...troth...weird. He did of course understand the laughingstock of the week part. Roxas nodded with a small smile, hopefully getting across that he wouldn't tell anyone anything...of course he wouldn't say that out loud...he wasn't the most talkative person in the world...plus Carlos talks funny just putting that out there.

"Um...nice to meet you Carlos..." the blonde said with a small nervous chuckle. Roxas didn't seem to be doing much at the moment, just staring at the older male. "Um...okay...?" he finally said, actually verbalizing that he wouldn't tell anyone...well that might not be true. He'd probably tell Ven if he ever got the chance to talk to him...he missed his brother a lot...oh well.