Another Dorm Move... (Oth)

[Andreas Ivaring]

Andreas didn't play well with others more often than not. And before today, he was housed in a co-ed dorm... And the people were older than he. So more often than not he'd get in arguments or mostly non-physical fights with them. (Hammel seemed to be like magic whenever a real fight started. It was crushed near-instantly.) It just wasn't the room for him. So, after packing up all of his clothes, there was yet another adjustment on Andreas' list.

First thing he noticed was that it was actually a boy's dorm. That could have been a mixed blessing, depending. He didn't yet know who he was housed with, but from the sounds of it, it was a recently-occupied room. So, it was either people from a grab bag, or someone like him. Yaaay. Five-oh-nine was the room. And it seemed so neat and clean. There was literally /no one/ here... Well, except for that one kid doing whatever he was doing on the bed. Andreas didn't pay him much mind as he began to re-unpack for the third time.

"Hey, kid." He decided on saying. He had no problem with younger students, he was actually more willing to talk to them. And if they turned out to be assholes, well, he'd treat them like he did most anyone else. "I'm your new roommate, I don't snore, or mumble in my sleep. So it looks like you won the roommate roulette."

Badly-placed humor aside, when he was spacing out boxers and shirts in the little drawer allotted to him, he actually bothered to introduce himself! "I'm Andreas. Andreas Ivaring." Should he have ended that off with a 'what's your name'? Nah. It was just a way of showing wayyy too much interest in small talk that everyone did as a formality. Screw that noise. It was his own way of being nice, but it was still there.

[Oth Gillis]

Oth Gillis had an advantage over most of the kids living in the dorms, though it was an odd one. His dad lived right in town, so he kept his best things there rather than in the dorms. The kids with local parents tended to live with them, but none of those kids turned into 750 pound bear, which would probably void most apartment contracts. So, dorms it was. Along with seasonal appropriate clothes, Oth had brought his own bedding, his 3DS XL, some of his current art stuff, and a very basic laptop and printer for his homework.

Door open since he had nothing to hide and it felt less stupid than with it shut, he lay belly-down on his bed playing with his birthday present, Pokemon Y. He had X too, from his grandparents, but he was saving that one for later. Oth liked having both versions of a game; he didn't know if it was some sort of collector's deal or just poke-completionism or what. He was probably just weird. Catching them all also kept his mind off how much his joints ached. Training was such a bitch.

Looking up at the voice, Oth waited till he was done and said, "Hey. I don't care, unless you're really loud. We have doors."

And it was also true that people who claimed they were silent sleepers typically had no idea what they did when they slept and quite often did exactly what they said they did not. "Oth Gillis," he replied, saving his game and turning his DS off. Shoving it under his pillow, he got up. "You just get here?"

[Andreas Ivaring]

"Nope, I've been around for a while."

It wasn't unusual for people to mistake him as new. And those same people were those that Andreas happened to know very... personally. Studying them from distances close and far, it was not uncommon for the people who thought he was just some strange kid in the shadows that they never saw before to actually be a full profile.

"But you are, aren't you? I've never seen you around before." He looked pretty new. Andreas didn't even know what his first name was until he was assigned the dorm room. Oth, strange name, that. He usually knew things like this, though. So if he didn't, they were transfers, or they were new entirely.

It wasn't something he trotted about like Hector roped to the back of a chariot, but he liked to believe he had eyes and ears in every facet of this school. "And before you ask, my power is lame as shit." Andreas started to unpack yet again, glad that he could at least put his things in one case. A meager amount of clothes, his journals, all locked in some way, and a small laptop.

[Oth Gillis]

It was a logical assumption to make; someone moving their stuff - new. The other kid, Andreas, looked fairly young too.

"How long's awhile?" It was a casual question. Blondie didn't have to answer if he didn't want to. "I got here a few weeks ago."

Looking around at all the boxes, he asked, "Anything I can do t' help?"

He couldn't unpack the guy's clothes or anything, but he could break down some boxes and take them down to recycling or something. Unfortunately, adding the rest of his first name didn't make it any less weird. He supposed if he'd wanted something 'normal' he could've gone with the end of his name instead of the beginning, but his dad had called him Oth and it stuck. He didn't mind.

"Wasn't gonna ask," he said honestly, shrugging. "Doesn't matter. Mine sucks too." And then he thought he ought to get it out of the way. "You don't freak out at big animals, do you?"