Stalking You (Oriel.)

[Madison Bane]

True to his word, as always, Madison had shown up near a particular person’s door around eight in the evening. He had mulled the thought over during dinner, to stalk or not to stalk, that was the question. He’d never really done it before, and had he known how to do it properly, it wouldn’t have taken him this long to find Oriel’s goddamn room. Honestly, it only happened by chance. Madison had finally noticed the long haired boy moseying into dorm and followed after him.

Madison had shook his head all the way there. He wasn’t sure why he was doing this, other than it might be a good story later on. And, he really had nothing better to do in his room, which was overcrowded from his terrible hoarding habits. And hanging out with his roommates was so unappealing he thought he might actually vomit.

So instead, he parked himself on the floor about three doors down from where he had seen Oriel enter. He pushed his faux glasses up the bridge of his nose, busily reaching into his backpack, this time bringing out a PSVita. He had a new score to beat on his game. If Oriel actually happened to come out, well, things might get interesting.

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Food?

Or nap?

Foooooood?

Or nap?

Oriel laid on his bed looking up at the ceiling in the dark room. Ok, it wasn't completely dark, there were still the vague vestiges of light coming in through the window from the twilit sky. But still, it was dark enough that Oriel was starting to see imaginary bugs crawling on the white stubbly ceiling.

That probably wasn't healthy.

His stomach growled, breaking the sound of silence which had overwhelmed the starving boy. Oriel rolled off the bed and onto his feet. Food had apparently won out. After a quick crack of his neck, Oriel stuffed his feet into a pair of old sneakers and turned the knob on his door. He was….somewhat surprised to see who was sitting in the hallway, just a few doors down from his room. "Well, look who it is. My stalker," he said blandly.

[Madison Bane]

Glancing up, Madison had to wonder at the timing of it all. So it did work. It was almost too perfect, like someone had planned it. It was actually kind of creepy - maybe he was meant to be a stalker? It was really too bad he didn't have time to ponder the possibility as the silly boy he was 'stalking' started talking.

Madison’s hair was sticking out at all angles as usual, but mostly up. He was wearing jeans and a checkered shirt – nothing special. “It’s harder than it looks,” Madison said, his finger going to the ‘start’ button on his handheld console before stowing it back into his backpack.

He gave Oriel a onceover. “Well you look like hell, you do realize that there’s food here right?” Madison smirked. “Of course, the cafeteria is closed, which is really too bad.” However, there wasn’t an ounce of sympathy in Madison’s voice.

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"Well, yeah." Oriel rolled his eyes. "You're not supposed to let your target see you. Isn't that the first rule of stalking?" He sauntered over to Madison and leaned forward, hovering over the guy. "And you should talk, your hair's a mess." Oriel stuffed his hands in his pockets as he straightened himself up.

He smiled his classic crooked smile. "Oh, no," he said with an obvious air of sarcasm in his voice. "Whatever shall I do? Looks like I'm gonna hafta eat my shoes now." Oriel was perfectly happy with a vending machine or corner store meal anyway. He slouched back and tilted his head back arrogantly. "Or I could always feast of human flesh, there's plenty of it around here."

[Madison Bane]

“Sorry,” Madison shrugged, “I tried to perch outside your window but the ledge wasn’t big enough.” He was all bluffs and no bite. “Nice underwear, by the way.” Of course, he hadn’t actually seen Oriel’s underwear, but he didn’t have to know that.

Gazing up at the other brunet, Madison couldn’t help but smile. “Speaking of hair, how do you keep yours so supple?” It could’ve been taken as a compliment, but Oriel should know by now that it wasn’t. “Most guys can’t pull off the long hair styles...” Not that Oriel was in that category, but again, he didn’t need to know that.

Madison let out a scoff. “I’m far too scrawny to make a good meal,” he commented, unless Oriel was planning on eating other things... “I’d offer you the sandwich in my bag, but you probably think it’s poisoned.” Madison took off the silly hipster glasses and put them in his bag as well. “I was planning on staying overnight, but since you caught me, I have to work on my routine.”

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"Thanks," he gave a big toothy grin. "G-strings a little tight, though." He picked at his rear, pretending to snap the nonexistent elastic band. Oriel knew he hadn't seen a goddamn thing, the boy wasn't the type to lounge around in his underwear.

Oriel combed his fingers through his floofy hair and shook his head like he was in a shampoo commercial. "Oh, ho! Like the tresses, now do we? I think I found your fetish." He reached back and pulled his hair up off his nape with both hands. "I'll have you know I wash it regularly in the blood of virgins. An excellent moisturizer, by the way!"

He thumped on his stomach with both hands, rubbing it about and shaking his hips like he was bigger than he was. "And I'm obviously a tub-lord." He stuck out his tongue and curled up the tip. "I don't eat much," he said in a hushed voice. Oriel narrowed his eyes down on the Madison. Though he was actually enjoying these dumb exchanges, Oriel wasn't about to let Madison win.

At what, he wasn't actually sure, but Oriel was definitely going to win.

"You wish you could poison me." And he chuckled, shaking his head. "You know what you should work on? Your stalker disguise. Buddy Holly glasses ain't exactly discreet." Actually, Madison looked a lot better without them, and Oriel wondered if he even needed them.

[Madison Bane]

“I was a bit disappointed actually,” Madison said mysteriously, “I always took you as a boxers kind of guy.” The pretext itself was amusing, considering they were roommates and this sort of interaction had never occurred before recently. Madison didn’t easily notice the things right in front of him, nor did he take the time to clean his room, being the hoarder that he was.

Madison laughed wryly. “You have no idea what I fantasize about.” Oriel was extremely witty with his comebacks and it was insanely annoying. Snapping his jaw shut, Madison groaned. “And where are you finding these so called virgins? There aren’t many around here.”

“Yes, you’re disgustingly overweight,” Madison teased. They both knew Oriel was as fit as a fiddle. He was about to go back into their room when Oriel kept speaking. Madison rolled his eyes. “If I really wanted to poison you Oriel, I would have while you slept.” However, Madison wasn’t the best at sneaking around.

“Anything else you’d like to add? Or should I let you go back to sleep? It seems to be all you’re very good at.” Madison smiled pleasantly, as though they were friends. He didn’t hate Oriel, but they didn’t really know very much about one another and Mads wasn’t exactly good at keeping people close to him. “I can’t imagine sleeping in a G-string would be very comfortable.”

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"Hah. Boxers are way too scratchy for my taste." Actually, he was a boxers guy, but Madison didn't need to know that. "Actually, most of the time, I prefer to just wear nothing at all!" Which also wasn't true.

Oriel was a little confused as to why Madison was finally coming out of his cage and talking to him. The dude was a damn recluse, you'd hardly ever know he was there if it weren't for the nameplate on his door and the sounds of video games coming from behind it.

"Oh I can gather a few guesses. Just let me go through your room, bet I'll find a shrine loaded with nothing but stalker-pics…..of me!" Oriel leaned in close to the other boy and pursed his lips together, doing a quick double-kiss to the air between them. He was having fun antagonizing this guy. "And didn't you know, you can order anything through Amazon, nowadays."

"Either that or you don't have the balls to do it." Oriel teased him back, not missing a beat.

He smiled his wicked crooked smile and put up a peace sign. "Olympic napping! That's my specialty!" Oriel didn't deny it nor would he ever. Sleep was golden. "Takes a man to wear a G-string, you know! They like to get at caught and stuck in the strangest crevices. You probably couldn't handle it."

[Madison Bane]

"Shucks, I was planning on giving you my hand-me-downs. I think we're about the same size." And that was hard to say, so, maybe it was true, maybe it wasn't. Madison smirked. "Remind me not to burst into your room unannounced, nobody wants to see that."

Madison couldn't help that people were way more fascinating in his stories than in real life. He met people and then tried to avoid them, recreating who he thought they could be in an alternate universe. So that meant he didn't have many friends, and he didn't want friends. He was totally happy living out a life that no one else knew existed.

"Wait? Say that again: you want to be in my room?" He smirked. "Sounds like you're the one stalking me." Madison seemed to no notice Oriel's antics. "Oooooh, right, one of those mail order brides I've heard so much about. You know, that's sad you have to get it that way." Very sad indeed.

"Or, and this is just a suggestion, I don't want to go to jail," Madison said, smiling slightly. They were a regular riot.

"It might as well be your power," Madison said, standing up and nearing Oriel. "Now," he said, stepping around Oriel, "now that we've established that you're being stalked, I'm going to make myself a snack." Madison got very close to Oriel, almost too close. "Try not to be jealous." He walked back into their dorm, 'accidentally' hitting Oriel on the way into the common area of their dorm with his backpack.

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Oriel grunted in disapproval. "I don't want your stinky hand-me-downs. They're probably all covered in streak marks, too." He laughed at the next comment. "Aren't you supposed to be my stalker? You're supposed to want to see that. You're doing it wrooong." This guy was a hoot. Oriel wished he'd known it before, he would've started talking to him sooner.

Kinda hard when the guy was notoriously anti-social.

"Maybe I will! I'd probably be better at than you anyway." He stuck out his tongue, mocking the other boy's stalking fail. "Yeah…." he agreed, lending back and scratching his head. "It'd be much easier if there were just virgins lying around campus that I could hang and bleed for my daily bath. But I'm sure they'd notice if girls started disappearing, so gotta do what I can."

"Oh, I'm sure you could figure out a way so you don't get caught. Or maybe you're just not as smart as you look?" Oriel grinned and cocked his head to the side.

Oriel didn't move out of the way when Madison started to approach, forcing the guy to squeeze around the other boy. They were really close, their noses not more than a few millimeters apart. Oriel narrowed his eyes. "Oh, I won't," he replied simply, a sideways smirk adorning his lips. He watched Madison walk off towards the common room. As for Oriel, well….Oriel was still hungry. But there was still nothing in their dorm room he wanted. He headed down the hall and down the stairs, toward the vending machines.

[Madison Bane]

"Aw, what a shame. I'm not good enough for you?" Madison asked, a pout on his face in overexageration. Oriel was too easy to tease, he was a character all by himself. Madison couldn't write someone as stupid as Oriel on purpose. "No you have it all wrong," Madison said, a finger pointed at Oriel in accusation, "one simply can't burst into the person's room that they're stalking! It ruins the... the allure."

Madison shrugged. "Takes one to know one, and since you seem to be the expert, I'll just have to ask you for stalking tips." There, the pretend-problem was solved. "Right, it's much easier to just order them off the internet, they have too many women in China anyways, they're practically paying you to take them."

"I do look smart don't I?" Madison said proudly at the compliment. Yes, today was going to be a good day.

Madison knew Oriel's type - macho, player. It was all fun and games all the time, and Madison didn't mind. Dropping his backpack off in his room, he took out the sandwich he had already made for his 'stalking' trip and headed back to the common room - his room smelled like bananas and he couldn't stand it!

"Huh..." Madison said, taking a bite out of his sandwich. Oriel still wasn't back yet. Approaching the door, Madison shrugged and locked it. Hopefully Oriel had a key, Madison wasn't about to get up to unlock the door for his lazy roommate.

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"Aww, poor baby. Maybe if you washed your underwear more than once a year, you might be." Oriel had no idea how often Madison washed his underwear, but for a recluse like him, it couldn't be often. He scoffed and folded his arms."And here I always thought stalkers would give anything to be closer to the ones they followed around."

Oriel grinned with an evil tee-hee-hee. "Maybe I'll lend you my notebook. You know, the one where I take detailed notes of my stalks. Might give you some ideas." No he did not have a stalker notebook, that might actually be creepy.

"Dear Gads, you're right!" Oriel exclaimed with a little too much enthusiasm than was necessary. Then he went out of his way to look irritated and shook his fist at nothing. "Those bastards. I should put in a complain, those shipping charges are evil madness!" He rolled his head and eyes to emphasize the ridiculous. And he laughed.

Unfortunately for Oriel, he had forgotten his key, not anticipating that his roommate would be dick enough to lock him out on purpose. After about five minutes of scanning the vending machines and then coming back with two raspberry danishes and one apricot hanging out of his mouth, Oriel turned the knob to his dorm. And he grunted, irritated at this turn of events.

He took the danish out of his mouth and held all three in one arm while he pounded on the door with the other. "Oy! Open up you fuck-tart!" he yelled through the door. No doubt Madison could hear him, the jerk.

[Madison Bane]

“I never wash my underwear,” Madison teased, “I just buy new ones when the old ones get dirty, hence why I have so many handmedowns to give you.” It was a nasty thought, but it made him smile. “Then I wouldn’t be trying for stalker, I’d be a molester, or a rapist.”

“Sounds good,” Madison agreed. How had this all come about anyways?

Laughing from his spot on the common room couch, Madison shook his head. “Why don’t you crawl in through your window or something, since you’re such a grand stalker?” Madison knew Oriel could probably beat him up if he really wanted to, but, he’d have to find a way to get back into the dorm first.

Madison continued to munch on his sandwich, reaching for a comic of his that was under one of the cushions of the couch. Ha, wonderful.

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Gross. "And you have to give them to me specifically? I'm honored." Oriel rolled his eyes. Really, Oriel had worn hobo pants for a month before, but the idea of wearing Madison's dirty underwear was just…icky. "Oh, riiiight. I remember now. You're also one of them kiddie-porn guys. Man, you're a sicko."

Oriel snarled at Madison's words from behind the door and he hit it again. "Ass-fucker!" He whacked the door once more before he leaned back against it and slid down to the floor. He ripped open one of the raspberry danishes and started noming it down while he thought of what to do.

Ok, so Madison was cool, but a complete dick-wad for locking him out. Oriel could probably just wait until Declyn got back, but depending on how long he was gone, Oriel could be waiting a while. He could also get the RA to let him in, but both of those were just so….passive, and wussy. And Oriel wasn't no snitch.

He took another bite of his danish.

Mmmmm….Raspberry…..

If only he had a safety pin, or wires, or a paper clip or….. well, nobody said he couldn't get any of those things. Oriel got up, went to one of the other dorm rooms, and knocked on the door. You know, normal people answered the door when someone knocked. These guys were normal. A cute blonde girl answered the door, he never learned her name, but after some brief conversation and shameless flattery, the door closed and Oriel left with what he came for.

Hair pins. Almost as good as paper clips!

Oriel crouched by the door and started working at the lock, trying to shove the little pins inside the keyhole like he'd done at least once before. Well, the last time he had to do this, his foster "father" guy had fallen asleep drunk on the couch and locked him out. Funny thing was, the neighbors called the cops on Oriel, thinking he was a burglar or something.

Stupid.

[Madison Bane]

“Waste not what not,” Madison mused. “It’s just underwear, don’t need to get your panties in a knot.” Madison just laughed, shaking his head. There was no good comeback for a comment like that.

“Good one,” Madison said, just loud enough for Oriel to hear as he made himself comfy by the door.

Unless Oriel was a master pickpocket, he might just have to campout in the hallway until one of their kinder roommates returned. Unless Oriel decided to find someone higher up to let him in, in which case Madison would pretend to have fallen asleep on the couch. He’d claim to be a hard-sleeper. A grin crept over his face. Yes, it was the perfect cover story.

Hearing Oriel get up to leave, Madison set down his comic and sighed. Well, there was no point in letting this continue for nothing. He unlocked the door himself before going back to the couch. It wasn’t until a little while later that the doorknob started giggling. He rolled his eyes. Was Oriel really trying to break into his own dorm?

“It’s open dick-breath,” he shouted, laughing to himself, the pages of his comic waving.