One of the Boys (OPEN)

[Rylee Vasquez]

Backdated to Rylee's first day at Hammel - August 11, 2014
(Thread made possible by whoever misplaced Rylee in the boy's dorms, so I got to play it out in character. So awesome!)

Rylee struggled with the door to the dormitory building, even if she was in good shape and had this newfound power that made physical things a lot easier regardless...which she still didn't quite understand. She had several bags to carry even though she'd packed light, she wasn't one to pack up her whole life. She brought what she needed, for the most part anyway.

She got into the building and was trying to look at the crumpled piece of paper balled up in her hand that had her room number on it because she kept forgetting it. When she'd finally made it to the right floor, she caught a glance of a sign at the end of the hallway that said 'Boys' Dormitories' and had an arrow pointing down the hallway. She dropped her bags on the floor, double checking the room number on the piece of paper which she was now trying to salvage by smoothing it out on her knee. Yep, she was on the right floor.

Confused, yet amused that she'd accidentally been put in a boy's dorm, she stood there, thinking about how she could possibly make a go at this, see how long it took the staff to notice they'd misplaced her. I mean, she couldn't get in trouble if it was an error on their part. Right? Besides, it was almost as if her wish had been granted. She couldn't stand being around girls, well some of them were alright. She didn't hate them, because she was one of them, but boys were a lot easier to be around, even if they were stupid sometimes. 

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Jackson had just finished moving into his new dorm room. He didn’t like moving around like that, but luckily he didn’t have a whole lot of stuff to move, so it wasn’t too much of a hassle. He took a brief moment to call Grams, and let her know that he was doing alright. She always worried about him, though Jackson often thought he worried about her even more.

The conversation hadn’t been long, but he always got restless when on the phone, so he took his conversation out into the common room, pacing in circles for about 2 minutes before his roommates shooed him out of the room entirely. Jackson smiled to them and did so. Whoops. He hadn’t meant to disturb anyone. Hopefully they weren’t too upset.

He wandered down the hall, spying a girl standing at the end of it, carting around a rather large load of luggage. Oh, she must be new, he assumed. But…she was on the wrong floor. The girls were downstairs. Jackson’s conversation with Grams was drawing to a close anyway. He said his goodbyes and pushed the ‘end’ button on the keypad. Then he smiled to the girl.

“Hey!” he greeted her pleasantly. “You’re looking a little lost there. Perhaps I can be of some assistance.” He motioned towards himself in a slightly prideful, though very gentlemanly way.

[Rylee Vasquez]

Rylee was still staring down at the crumpled piece of paper in her hand, her luggage at her feet when a voice came, presumably talking to her. "Hey," she replied. She wasn't lost, at least not according to her room assignment, but she sort of felt like it. She laughed slightly at his cliche gentlemanly way of introducing himself. She forked over the piece of paper she'd attempted to smooth out that had her room assignment on it. "I don't usually get lost," she remarked. "But I'm beginning to think that administration thought I had a penis." She said it really casually, almost too much so.

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Jackson chuckled with her. It may have been cliche, but Grams always told him it was never a bad thing to be courteous to the ladies. No matter how crude they were.

He stared at her, a bit taken aback by her language. Jackson knew there were rough girls around the school, a few who swore a badly as drunken sailors, but this girl's appearance....it didn't exactly scream 'tomboy' out to him. But that was fine, right? Takes all kinds.

"Well, with a mouth like yours, I'm not half surprised there was a little confusion," he tried to joke with a laugh, as he looked down at the paper she'd given him. There was no error, at least not in her part. It was on this floor. "I think someone made a mistake," he said with a laugh in his belly. "Because if you're a guy, you're probably the most good looking guy I've ever met." He handed the paper back to her, still smiling.

[Rylee Vasquez]

"What?" Rylee asked, when he'd been looking at her just a little too long. "Never heard a girl looking like me say 'Penis?' Get used to it." She smirked at him. He was just like everyone else, scrutinizing her...how she seemed to be this small fragile girl with a cute face. It worked well in her favor for trickery, but she wasn't in the mood to trick him into thinking she was some innocent girl who didn't swear, she was annoyed by her obvious misplacement in the wrong dorm. Not because she didn't want to be around boys, that was fine with her, but because it was bound to make her first few weeks here more complicated.

"Well, they hadn't heard me talk when they assigned me a dorm," she countered as he looked at the piece of paper she'd handed over. "Yeah, whatever. I'll just move in and wait until administration notices." Of course they might be angry with her for being in an all male dorm when she wasn't supposed to be. "I'm supposed to be in co-ed." She shrugged and took the paper back from him. "Well, I could always set up my room in the hallway. Be the local Hammel hobo."

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Jackson smiled awkwardly. “No…I have…just not often.” Those girls were definitely the loud and rowdy type that he knew from back home. And in actuality, a good portion of his dad’s family was like that, man and woman alike. His Tía Consuelo was the worst, in his opinion. Rylee’s attitude reminded Jackson a lot of his aunt… just she was 30 years younger and about 200 lbs lighter. He always retreated when he came across women like this…

Grin and bear it, he told himself. “Right, well….yeah, that’s one way you can do it. Oooor,” he started, tilting his head in thought. “We can go to the administration now, or even just to the dorm monitors downstairs, and tell them what happened, and maybe even get it sorted out today so you don’t have to spend the night living like a hobo.” When Jackson thought of a female hobo, he thought of Blanket Lady, who’d always walk down the main street with a comforter wrapped around her shoulders like a superhero and hanging out outside the La Familia restaurant, asking for leftovers from the morning patrons. He didn’t like associating that image with…well, with anyone. “But I guess…yeah, it’s up to you if you want to sleep with a bunch of guys looming around you all night.” He knew there wasn’t too much to worry about here at Hammel, the school had a pretty good grip on discipline and whatnot, but he was still worried about a girl putting herself in a precarious situation like that. It didn’t matter how rough talking she was.