New room, New bed, New friends? [Roommates]

[Craven Grimley]

Craven had finally brought himself to move out of the old dorm room and into the new one. He felt an awkward sense of unease about it all and he wished he could just walk in there with a hand to hold like Adri's or Kaytee's or even Gia, Romeo or Robbie. Right now, he dreaded who would be on the other side of the room. With his luck he'd find the red head there. Oh joyful times right there then. Craven rolled his eyes and gave a sharp huff.

"I can do this! I'm a man!"
Craven puffed out his chest and placed his fist against it half growling in the empty hallway like he imagined Tarzan would do before facing off something like a jaguar or an angry gorilla... Just then the door happened to open and Craven's growl was chocked in the back of his throat causing a yelp then he cleared his throat, blushing bright red.

His eyes found those of the new roommate peering out at him and he waved his hand a little.
"Hi, I uh.. am Craven? I'm supposed to... Live with you."
Craven started turning in circles attempting to get his backpack off where the sheet was to tell him where he was supposed to be then he paused in mid turn and glanced at the room number, sighing with relieve.
"201. I'm in the right room.... I mean this is the right room. Are you Max or Leon or Chloe?"
Hey you never knew these days with how people dressed. Men looked like women. Women like men. It was polite to ask first.

Good thing he'd learned everyone he was rooming with's names off by heart. Finally he managed to pull off his backpack and crouched before the doorway pulling out the paper and holding it up to whom ever it was.

[Max Rose]

Max was doing what she usually did whenever confined to her dorm: Video Games. More specifically, Rock Band. More specifically yet, she was sitting behind the fake drum set, her hair pulled back into a tight, high ponytail, while her hands nearly blurred, hitting the fake drums in time. Not quite as satisfying as the real thing, but the drum set didn't really fit in the room. Since the game's volume had been jerked up to "eardrum-shattering," Max hadn't quite heard. Then the door opened, and Max looked at it, half expecting someone to complain about the noise.

You know, the usual.

"Hey!" she yelled over the blaring rock song. "You're Craven? That's cool; sounds like a super villain name or something. Hang on!"

Max slammed both the sticks down, rocked out a quick solo, and thus finished up a song. The rest of the scores be damned: Max f**kin' rocked the drum score, nearly shattering her old score. Nearly; not quite enough. Max sighed, tossed the sticks into holders, and squirmed her way out from beneath.

So Craven would get his first sight of arguably the craziest of the three roommates. Well built, with some curves and something resembling muscles. The sleeveless shirt showed a few scars here and there, but the baggy pants covered most of the rest. Nothing hid the wide grin.

"I'm obviously Leon," said Max. She rolled her eyes. "Kidding. I be Maxima Serena Lupe Rose, but it's long. Clip it: Max. Welcome aboard. You get the empty room, and we'll get the Naked Waiver out for you to sign here in a bit. Need a hand with your crap?"

And that was Max, in seven sentences or less.

[Craven Grimley]

Craven had not expected the girl with the brightest red hair he'd ever seen to be in front of set of drums. He'd expected a more reserved roommate but this was actually great! Craven's smile took over his face when he heard her words about the whole villian thing he thought about it for a moment, eyes flicking to the ceiling as he considered it then shook his head quickly smirking.
"I doubt that! My name means cowardly! No super villian would choose that!"
Craven had to practically call over the music from the game.

Curiousity made him lean sharply to the side to watch as she finished up her drum beats. Craven gave her an applause when she finished up her drum solo and the music faded allowing for his ringing ears to ease up a little. It sounded so much better without the blare of the music filling the whole room up with noise. He bit into his bottom lip, letting his eyes glide over her body before he shook his head and let them flick back up to meet her eyes as she approached him. He shifted slightly praying that she didn't think he was just checking her out of something.

He totally hadn't been. She could totally beat him up, he knew, if she wanted to. He was just a little bit scared of that happening but regardless, a soft smile spread across his face as she finally reached him. His eyebrows shot up when she mentioned that her name was Leon. See?! You never knew! She totally looked like she was born a girl... She corrected herself and he sighed with relief before smiling softly at her and shaking his head.

"I would have totally been awkward around you if you kept playing that joke on me. I've been told I'm too naive. It's nice to meet you Max."
Craven nodded and reached down to collect his "crap" totally pretending he wasn't insulted by the slang word for 'things' she had choosen to use. He moved over to the empty bed and placed his stuff down so he could turn and look around what would be his new room for the next year of course. And then something finally clicked.

Craven shot a frown at Max.
"Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Naked Waiver? What's a naked waiver? It doesn't sound very good if you're in my shoes."
Craven sat down on the bed and watched Max. Was that some kind of... you know, dreadful iniciation?

[Max Rose]

No villain would pick it? Get real. Max could think of, like, twelve villains who would love to be named Craven, even if it did mean cowardly. Though part of her was wondering why someone would open with "my name means cowardly." It wasn't like it was with her name or something. You know, when it was like "my name means awesome and to the limit, yo."

Naive? "Oh, man, you're gonna have it rough around here then," said Max. She chuckled. "I'm the nice one."

Slight lie. Leon really wasn't that bad, though he was just as likely to take advantage of the whole "I'm gullible" thing as Max. Chloe wasn't much far off either, if she actually showed up. Max hadn't really seen much of her lately, and kind of figured it was because of the whole nightmare thing. Boy, was Craven in for a fun time with this bunch.

So, yeah, she was going to take it for a little while, at least. "The naked waiver is the officially document allowing us to see you naked. Actually, it releases us fro mall responsibility for seeing you naked or for you seeing us naked. Don't worry, everyone signs it. well, every one of us. We had to get it when the first guy really showed up, though I mean, seriously, like that matters."

Max was seriously wondering what she could have this guy believing. No harm in leading him along for a little bit, right? Maybe convince him that they rotated cleaning duties for their little common room or something?

[Craven Grimley]

Craven raised his eyebrow when she mentioned that she was the nice one and again he looked around rather quickly. She was a little abraisive but then again, he knew about abraisive. He had Romeo to teach him about Abrassive right? He could handle this Max girl easy as pie. His eyes flicked back to her and he gave her a shrug.

"Well, in this cruel cruel universe of 201 you're just gonna have to be nice to the young villian in training for just like Galinda Upland..."
OH God! Did he just make a Wicked referrence. She'll probably think he's gay now or something odd.
"... Elphaba needs a little advice on coping in a world you seem to be obvious more adapt to."
Craven smiled at his compliment and the fact that he'd asked her for a little protection with said compliment.

Oh he was good with words SOMETIMES. Only problem was, he sounded like a gay music lover. Craven shrugged his shoulders. So be it. Bettere then to have Max place him in all sorts of awkward possitions. He couldn't bare that. Not if he just promised to give Gia a chance right? Craven looked more shocked the more Max spoke about this Naked Waiver thing. Oh God. He was sure that his bother would totally not have any issues signing a document like that. That maybe Tanner would even appreciate walking around naked in front of these strangers.

Craven made a half choking sound as his face flushed bright bright red and he stared at the other girl.
"What... what if I don't sign it? And what responsibilities? It's not like ya'll walk around naked or sleep with each other or something right? I'm really not that interested in seeing anyone naked.... I'll close my eyes and look away. I swear and you see me naked you'll not eat for like a week... maybe more depending on how sensative your stomach is. That's my special power. I strip naked and people faint because it's so horrible."

Craven nodded wide eyed after the babbling mess of words and his hyper speed speech. He only had to pray that it would in fact... work.

[Max Rose]

"Glinda?" repeated Max, stopping to look at Craven. She stared, nearly blankly, and blinked several times. "You mean like the Good Witch--did you say Elphaba?"

Oh, that sounded all kinds of familiar. Fortunately for Craven, Max wasn't much of a theatre geek. She'd dated one though, way back when she'd been sixteen. That girl had been very dramatic, which had been appealing at first. Plus: high pitched singing. You know what that meant. But drama didn't mix well with Max; go figure. That relationship hadn't lasted more than two weeks. But that was long enough for a little wisdom to be parted.

"You mean like that play?" said Max. "The one that was on South Park?" see, that, she was familiar with (as all good nerds should be). "Dude, are you--well, figures. You'll be fine here. I usually beat up people that pick on dudes like you; Chloe's cool with that kinda thing, and Leon, well, let's just say you'll like the naked rule there."

Max shrugged, then walked over to Craven. Within a few more seconds, he'd find her arm around him, patting him. He'd started sputtering about the naked waiver, and likely would probably have a bit to get out about Max's total acceptance of her stereotyping. Because that's just the kind of person Max was.

"Just the standard ones, really. It's kinda required though. But hey, look on the bright side, Leon signed it too. He's also like," Max held her hands out a fair distance, "that, so you're good. And we only do that sleeping together thing when Chloe has one of her Exorcist dreams," Max sighed, patting Craven on the back. "Yep, you're going to love it here. Also," she looked at him, "crappiest power ever. Just saying."

[Craven Grimley]

Craven nodded, actually susprised that she knew about Wicked. He smiled in delight at the mere fact that she was coming to an understanding what she meant. With his business owner daddy taking him everywhere, from New York boardway to San Francisco, he knew what kind of plays were good and which weren't so when she showed that she knew about Wicked, Craven was almost bouncing.
"That's right! You know Wicked! That's fanta-"
Then she said South Park.

Craven's eyes narrowed and his shoulders flopped. Fantastic that was...Fantastic. He hated South Park. Not only was it a crude disgusting piece of work but he found it to be a total disgrace to cartoons everywhere. Plus, look at what it was teaching the idiots of America...Thank GOD she wasn't a mind reader. Craven's eyes widened when she continued. Nooo nooo.. He wasn't gay! He was educated! Craven facepalmed when she stepped closer to him and slipped a hand around his shoulder before he smirked, allowing his eyes to glance down her top.

Well, maybe he should just keep his mouth shut on this one. If he suspected to be gay then he could totally get away with alll kinds of sh*t. As long as Gia didn't come in here...Craven did his second face palm the moment Rose showed Leon's penis size. He really was not interested in knowing how big his roommate was. Unless that Roommate was Romeo he was also totally NOT stripping naked in front of anyone. Craven kept up the act though.

"Really? Wow. That's awesome..."
That totally lacked in emotion and he reminded himself to at some point learn how to act. Craven sat on the stool by the drum set and stared at his folded hands when he heard the soft tap tap tap against the window. He turned his head and saw Jet. She'd found him. His eyes flicked to Max.
"Um... I have someone I'd like you to meet. Her name is Jet and she's like.. a friend of mine. I feed her and stuff."

Craven got to his feet and opened the window allowing Jet to fly in. She circled the room and turned back to settle on on Craven's extended arm so he could stroke at her chest.
"What do you mean exorcist dreams?"
He asks softly glancing up at Max.
"Oh and by the way. No cage. She's free and she's a wild animal so no telling the school about her. She's not my pet."
Everyone complained about Jet and Craven breaking the school rules but this was different.

Jet was a wild animal. She was a very confused wild animal because she thought Craven her mate but still... wild as wild could be and keeping her in a cage would not only drive her inside but him too because they were connected. She felt what he felt and vice versa even though sometimes they couldn't quite understand each other's feelings. He was sure he'd understand what trapped for a bird felt like though he was certain.

[Max Rose]

Someone to meet? Max was always up for that, and was already grinning and looking around for "Jet." It took her a bit to realize that Craven was pointing at the crow that was fluttering around and making noises.

"A pet crow," she said, her voice level. Then she immediately barked out a laugh, reaching over to lightly punch Craven on the arm. "And you say you're not a super villain! Dude, we just have to get you a dark cape or some bitchin' tights or something and you'll be one kickass super villain. Is that your real power? Crowwhispering? See, that's not so bad."

Kind of cool, if it resulted in this. Max was already picturing Craven in a flowing dark cape, surrounding by several crows that would doubtless be cawing before they banded together to lift him up and circle him around the room several times. Epic; just, epic.

Oh, wait, explanations were needed. Max kept staring at Jet, but she answered anyway: "You know: bed spinning and screaming and stuff. I don't think you need to worry though; I think she's getting transferred or something soon," because Max had a feeling that she was about to experience a very different Fate, one that involved a distinctly lowered number of girls in her near vicinity (which sucked; usually girls were better kissers and they always showed more skin than guys).

"Ah, I get it. she's your minion or something, right? Like your super secret spy and shit like that. Makes sense," said Max, nodding. If Craven was wise, he would never, ever, never let her know about the whole mating thing. He'd be safer letting her know that he was dating someone than letting her know something of that magnitude.

The fanfiction would be brain melting.

"We should probably get an area set up for her and stuff," said Max, nodding toward the bird. "Like, make sure she doesn't poop on anything important, like the video games and stuff. She's not a pooper, is she? Kinda looks like she might be..."

[Craven Grimley]

Jet protested a lot to the fact that Max had just punched at Craven. He'd actually never allowed Jet to see him getting punched by Romeo either. Jet attempted to lauch at Max but Craven kept a hand around her tiny chest keeping her in place on his arm. She saw it as violence, the playful punches and the fact that she saw Craven as her mate she saw it her job to defend him against Max, whatever the cost may have ended up being. Jet tilted her head back and knocked when she felt Craven's pang of hurt at being called a super villian.

"I'm not a super villian..."
Craven muttered uselessly but otherwise he allowed her to babble on happily which was actually pretty amusing. Craven blinked when he heard about the Chloe girl being transferred and quirked an eyebrow at Jet for a moment who peeked back at him knowing that somehow whatever the evil human person with the blood in her hair had said, had actually caused Craven to be surprised. Was this gonna be like a train station though?

One in, one out, one in, one out. What was with all the room swapping? Was this like a social excercise or something where they had to learn to be all social with other different individuals. He was sure Max was totally too into the whole idea of villians and evil and good and superheroes. Craven moved back to sit down again shaking his head at the word vommit she was spewing. When he lowered his arm, Jet fluttered into the air and landed right on his shoulder instead peering at Max and his face at the same time curious about how the girl happened to affect him.

"No... it's weirder then that Max."
Craven gave a sigh and hoped she would keep going over and over again and thinking up weirder stuff. Craven smirked when he heard her ask if Jet was a pooper and shrugged slightly while Jet began preening. Craven got to his feet and moved to grab his guitar from his heap of stuff and headed for the door.
"I'll keep her from poopping on your stuff if you keep from telling everyone I'm a gay supervillian okay?"

He shot her a wink and placed his hand on the door handle.
"I have to go meet my gi-... uh best friend for our daily walk. I'll sort my space out later and you should get out a bit. Fresh air and stuff. Healthy for ya."
Craven opened the door and slipped out through it into the hallway smirking and shaking his head at Max. She sure was a character. But they were getting on fantastically so he had no problems. Hopefully Leon would be the same.
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[Max Rose]

Max was far too busy babbling over Craven to hear any possible protests over labels and such. It really didn't matter too much anyway; Max was likely to go on thinking whatever she wanted to. Evidence only made so much difference in the end. Yes, there would likely be a fanfiction with Craven by the end of the week, and it was just as likely that poor Leon would be paired with him. After all, Max had promised her other roommate she'd increase his reputation, and she was pretty certain that people actually read her stuff.

Weirder than... Max didn't want to know. Okay, she sort of did, but her imagination was already working overtime providing several scenarios, most of which probably would make Craven very, very uncomfortable. The next bit though, that made Max pause. She turned and smirked at Craven. "Don't think I won't kick your ass if I have to."

Though she didn't think she'd really need to. Something told her that talking to crows wasn't going to save Craven from a good, solid butt-kicking. Max was pretty sure that her ability worked on animals too, and a bird wasn't likely to last long. That being said, Max didn't particularly want to fight Craven... you know, unless he was asking for it.

Wink, backing away, barely hidden words: there was something here.

"What's your hurry?" asked Max. He was already sliding into the hallway, but Max wasn't about to let him get away yet, following. "What's the matter? Ten seconds and you're already heading out?"

Oh yeah, she'd follow him if she had to. No way was he just walking out on her, definitely not like that.

[Craven Grimley]

Craven didn't think she'd actually follow him. He had to meet Gia. He was already late and how she wanted to follow him? He did find her threat amusing but could hardly place whether she was using it in response to his blackmail techique or maybe just warning him. He knew she was on good terms with him anyway so chances of her hurting him in anyway were pretty slim. In fact, the only person who dislikes him was Martin. How could he tell she liked him? Because when he'd slipped out into the hallway, she was at his heels. He stopped and half froze for a second or two then half turned to her.

"What are you doing? "
Craven hissed at her making sure to keep his voice down so that Gia wouldn't hear. He didn't want Max to know he did appreciate a female figure so Gia actually even COMING in this dorm room of his was a no no. Completely. He wondered if he could have Thyme pretending to be his boyfriend or something. He wanted to see what it was like being gay. Girls kinda cuddled with gay guys more then they did with straight guys.

Then again... girls cuddled with him more then they cuddled with other guys. Did girls think he was a closet or something? Surely not? Craven turned and took hold of Max's shoulders pushing her backward slowly to make sure she didn't fall until they were back in the room. He closed the door and leaned back against it frowning at her.
"You can't follow me. I'm... I'm meeting my boyfriend okay?"
Craven groaned and rolled his eyes like this was really embarressing for him.

"You're gonna cramp my style and our one on one time if you follow me..."
He gave her 'THE LOOK' which was supposed to be scary. He hoped it was scary. He needed it to be scary.

[Max Rose]

"What does it look like I'm doing?" replied Max, almost irritably. He acted like she was the one who'd taken off in the middle of a conversation. Cute little gay super villain or not, Craven was starting to get on her nerves. Stock plummeting.

Craven was lucky that Max was willing to be pushed, even stepping back for him. Considering that she was pretty sure she could kick his ass, and quite frequently did so, he was quite lucky indeed. Still, her eyebrows narrowed, and she shrugged her shoulders. Touching was fine when she was the one doing it, or when she wanted it, or heck, even when she was essentially asking for it. But Max did not like being manhandled. Nor did she particularly like being told what to do.

"Do you want me to--" began Max. But Craven supplied an excuse, even rolling his eyes and groaning. So while Max still wasn't exactly thrilled with being walked out on, manhandled, and essentially brushed off, she could at least understand that.

Though it did painfully remind her of her own dry spell.

"Dude, I'd improve your style. And this is totally not cool,' insisted Max. She still wasn't sure whether or not she should be punching Craven. "But whatever. Run off to your boyfriend. I've got a high score to beat anyway."

Definitely still ticked, but at least she was giving the brush off now, instead of the other way around. Oh, was Craven going to be lambasted in fanfiction now. He'd better like being the receiver.

[Craven Grimley]

Craven just didn't know how much patience it was taking Max not to give him a black eye but the fact that she was even attempting to worm her way into his life like this was a bit OTT. He really couldn't deal with someone ELSE wanting to know everything about his life. Adrianna was a hand full most of the time. He couldn't have anyone take her place! Keeping her happy was also rather important. More important then keeping Max happy who he'd just barely seen around the school cause he kept his head so burried deep in books that she might not have even paid attention to what the hell he looked like, never mind who he was.

Craven also didn't know that the rules applied to everyone BUT Max and that she'd be pissed if he touched her too much. He didn't realize that he was manhandling her by guiding her back in the room. Once she was in the actual room he let go of her immediately. She really didn't seem a happy bunny though and he winced apologetically at her before stepping back toward the door, sensing that he needed an escape route as soon as her first started balling. To Craven great surprise she told him to bugger off, in more then two words and a smirk spread across his face.

"I'm sorry, Max. Choose a day of the week and I'll devote it entirely to pleasing you?"
He offered with a hopeful smile at her. She was bored and he was just abandoning her like this after not even making proper friends out of her but Damn it, they'd be seeing each other enough. They now LIVED together. He didn't want to hurt her any though. Craven hovered in the doorway to see if she'd take him up on his offer. If she's pick a whorship-Max day. And he wasn't kidding. He wanted to make a good friend in the Senior.

[Leon Belenos]

Leon had spent the last little while jogging and smoking. It was part of his regular exercise regiment. All in all he had probably been away from the dorms for about twenty minutes. His clothes were sufficiently sweaty now, and all he really wanted was a shower. He however was in a great mood as he walked back to the dormitory. One more cigarette couldn't hurt though, so he stopped and lit up just outside, inhaling it as quickly as he possibly could.

Walking down the hall towards his room Leon noticed a new figure was standing in the doorway. Maybe Max had a new boyfriend or something like that. That was the only other voice he could hear this time. He walked up and casually stood around the corner, waiting until he heard Craven's last words. With a wide smile he came closer and looked over at Max. "Sounds like you've got yourself a sex slave. I heard that he wants to devote a whole day to pleasing you." He said with a laugh.

Leaning closer to Craven he whispered just loud enough for the other male to hear. "Look out for that one, she may look like a fox, but she has a hell of an attitude. Watch yourself." He pulled away and leaned back again, looking from Craven to Max, a smile playing on his lips. "Oh by the way, I'm Leon. One of Max's roommates. Looks like you might be getting to know me a little better if you keep sucking up like that." He said with a shrug, his hand extended to Craven. He had no idea of what really was going on, but jumping into situations like this was just part of who he was.

Leon stood in the doorway just behind Craven now, waiting to get into the room so that he might be able to go shower. However it was a traffic jam waiting to happen. Besides he was already done harassing his roommate, although he still had no idea who Craven actually was.

OOC: Sorry it took so long for me to slip in here, I couldn't figure out a good time until now...

[Max Rose]

Dude, of course the rules didn't apply to Max. For one thing, she was soon to be the only girl in the dorm, which of course made her absolutely immune to any and all rules. For another, she was Max, and Max simply didn't believe in any rules that didn't suit her exact situation. Thirdly (or whichever numberly we're on now), Max had made up most of the rules anyway.

She was just about to suggest a day when Leon showed up. Max rolled her eyes, blowing out her lips to make something like a raspberry. "Not hardly," she drawled. "You're the one who should be watching his ass here, not me. I might actually have a roommate I can parade around in without having to worry about him wanting to throw me onto a bed and ravage me."

Clearly all a joke, and quite vain. It probably helped that Max rolled her eyes and focused on Craven. She flicked her eyes back to Leon, as if to suggest that no, you couldn't believe a word he said, and yes, she was completely saintly, in case you hadn't noticed just yet.

"Leon; Craven. Craven; Leon," said Max, pointing a finger back and forth as she introduced, ending with a : "And you're both roommates. If you two ever make out or anything, you've totally got to let me know. Oh, and he's got a boyfriend, actually," said Max, pointing to Craven. "So he's probably going to be less into the whole shenanigans thing. Pity for you, I'm sure."