I'm so done. (closed)

[Greg Mackenzie]

“Holy. Fucking. Shit.”

Greg could not believe his luck. I mean, how often would someone’s phone alarm go off while they’re in the shower? How often would the said alarm be so loud that it can be heard despite being buried underneath a pillow and a blanket halfway across their shared dorm? How often would that someone stupidly go out – dripping with shampoo still in his hair, haphazardly throwing a towel around his waist – to turn the said alarm off because it’s still the wee hours of the morning? And how often would a wind gust accidentally slam the washroom door shut, locking the said someone out for the foreseeable future?

Yesterday was the slapstick comedy of an accident in the cafeteria. Now this.

My life is a fucking sitcom. Can. We. Not. he thought out loud, unknowingly tapping into his powers and broadcasting said thoughts to the people caught within his 10-metre radius. Only me. Fuck you too universe.

[Terrance Kellam]

T.K. was sleeping soundly, ignoring the calls of the day to get up and do things, despite needed to actually get up. Good thing he had roommates, for Greg's obnoxiously loud alarm had begun to take it's toll on the sleeping meta. T.K. was trying to his best to ignore it and catch a few more minutes of comfort but it was impossible at this point. Especially since he was suddenly invaded with thoughts that weren't his.

He shot up in bed, looking around the room, spotting his nearly-naked roommate. He raised a brow, trying to fully comprehend exactly what was going on. Naked man in my room... alarm clock... shampoo... And in the groggiest voice ever, he muttered "What the hell is going on?"

[Greg Mackenzie]

And he woke up Terrance. Great.

He unconsciously rolled his eyes and shook his head, giving himself a light facepalm. An enemy in the form of a roommate this early in his stay in the Institute was the last thing the telepath needed. From his limited interaction with the boy over the past few days – Greg’s only been around Hammel for less than a week after all – Terrance had been the chill-est of bros, but hey, even Greg had the potential to be scarier than the hulk if he’s woken up prematurely or hadn’t taken his first cup of coffee.

“Hey Tee, did I wake you up?” Rhetorical – and obviously stupid – question, but he just had to ask. He put on the tamest face he could muster – a sad excuse for a puppy face really – as he brushed his hair back, lest the shampoo on his hair get to his eyes and ruin the moment. He also tightened the towel around his waist because heaven knows that’s the last thing he’d want to happen at the moment. I refuse to be a sitcom character. Unless that sitcom’s Will and Grace.

Because Karen Smith was awesome and she’s his spirit animal. One of his spirit animals, at least.

“So I kind of locked myself out of the wash-bathroom.” Oh Americans and their insistence on calling the washroom a ‘bathroom’. “And I can’t walk through walls or have super strength to open the door so…”

ooc:
Greg's so not in control of his power, so if you'd want his thoughts - the ones in italics - to be projected onto T.K.'s head, feel free to do so! . Thanks Scotty, you're the best. .
- Peanut

[Dylan White]

Dylan didn't really wake up as startled as his other roommate did. He mostly just shot open his eyes. Those thoughts definitely didn't come from him, did they? Well, he didn't really have a problem with flipping off the universe. He was just about to go back to sleep thinking it was just his imagination when he heard his roommates talking and the same stupid voice in his head once more. Oh, so it wasn't a dream. This kid definitely had telepathy or something. Looking around the room he reluctantly saw one of them half naked with shampoo in his hair and began to laugh bitterly.

"And I thought living with normal roommates was hard…" he croaked, his voice still groggy. Sitting up, he accepted the fact that he probably wouldn't be able to get back to sleep now that he was woken up. "Has anyone ever told you you think obnoxiously loud?" Great, he would have to deal with this kid all semester. No amount of ear plugs could keep that voice out of his head. Room change, anyone?

[Terrance Kellam]

"Yeah... just a bit," he said softly in response to Greg asking if he'd woken the sleeping man. He was still very much groggy; he had gone to bed a mere four hours ago and this was not how he had expected to wake up. Granted most of the night was spent talking to random people and just having fun, he actually did some studying, too. His precalculus class was definitely kicking his ass, and he told himself if he could stay up to party he could stay up to learn.

Whether he actually learned anything was a totally different story, as told by the open math textbook on the floor that was seemingly kicked out of his bed when he fell asleep.

"Oh, and please call me T.K." T(ee) was a nickname that had been tried before, and it just didn't work for him. He looked over to his other roommate, cracking up a bit as he acknowledged their current situation. "Oh, so that was you in my head," he said, turning his attention back to Greg.

[Greg Mackenzie]

Greg's sickeningly sweet smile quickly turned sour when his other roommate woke up and cheerfully chimed in. Oh great, he thought, unknowingly projecting said thoughts to his roomies, Sassy McCrankyton in the house. Too early to have to deal with this kind of shitty attitude bro. He rolled his eyes then smiled slightly when he realized how smart his nickname for the blonde was. (Didn't say he wasn't the least bit vain after all). Could totally kick his scrawny ass if he wants to. Terrance he wasn't so sure as the boy was built, not that Greg thought he'd have to – Black Chocolate seems like a sweetheart. But Dylan, oh hell yeah.

But it's way too early – day-wise and stay-in-Hammel-wise – for a fight. So he forced a smile on his face and said, "So sorry dude. Just got here last Wednesday remember? I'll try not to be a bother next time."

He really needed to work on control if wants to continue this two-face bitch act of his.

"So, anyone have any ideas on how to solve this? It’s starting to get just a tad bit chilly in here."

ooc:
So yeah, all underlined and italicized thoughts have the potential of being projected onto TK's and Dylan's heads. With Greg's level of control, I leave it up to you guys if you want your characters to "hear" all of what Greg potentially projected, or just tidbits. So sorry. Still trying to work out how to make an all-over-the-place telepath work. Haha. Thanks for bearing with me you two. :3.
- Peanut

[Dylan White]

Dylan bursted out in laughter when he heard what this kid called him. "Sassy McCrankyton. Brilliant. And I would totally love to see you try to kick my 'scrawny' ass in nothing but a towel and a shit load of suds in you hair. Now that would be a sight to see." Leaning back in his bed, he motioned with both arms for him to make the first move.

When he didn't make his move, Dylan stood up slowly with a yawn. "But where are my manners? Let me help you. You are my roommate after all…" Running his hands through his shaggy blond hair, he made his way to the door. He opened it and looked down the hallway. With a flick of his wrist, the lock from behind twisted and the bathroom door flew right open. "Pretty good for Sassy McCrankyton, huh?" he chuckled lightly, patting his back roughly.

[Terrance Kellam]

Oh, he was hearing it all. He joined Dylan in the laughter at the nickname, finally fully waking up. He figured if he had to wake up before it was time, this was the perfect way to do it. The year was going to be interesting if he was stuck with these two all the time.

He raised an eyebrow at a particular thought. "I'm a sweetheart?" He looked down at himself, covers still covering up his lower half but leaving his bare chest exposed. He was quite sure he wasn't a sweetheart, but it was a compliment, so he was going to take it. "Thanks?" He laughed again.

As Dylan began speaking -- 'But where are my manners? Let me help you' -- T.K. could only picture one thing. And even if he didn't know both of his new roommates (for T.K. had only just re-enrolled at the end of the break), he knew Dylan a bit and of his ability. And what better ability to use at this time when you can throw the half-naked man out in the hall without a towel? He stumbled out of bed, rushing to Greg and gripping his towel, getting ever-so-slightly too close, hoping to keep it up as the telekinetic was about to de-towel him... Or...... not?

So, T.K. was simply grabbing his roommate's towel for no reason. When he realized Dylan wasn't going to do what he thought, he let go and backed up. But the universe was not in Greg's favor today. And T.K. messed up the grip the towel had on him. So, it began to fall...

"...whoops?"

[Greg Mackenzie]

Holy shit.

Of course he would project those thoughts. Why wouldn’t he? Of the thousand different things he could’ve projected to them – what he had for dinner two days ago, what he watched before he went to bed, what they read in English yesterday – he had to ‘tell’ them his honest-to-goodness impressions of them.

To say that Greg was loving his power was an understatement.

But he didn’t have time to be upset – or in T.K.’s case, be embarrassed by it – as Sassy McCrankyton happily taunted him, opening the locked bathroom door with a flick of his finger and giving him a rather rough pat on the back. “How thoughtful of you,” he said, visibly rolling his eyes. The brunette debated having a swipe at the kid – One light punch should do the trick – but he realized that, well, it might not be worth it. He did start the whole thing by calling the boy names (in his head, but still). And besides, we don’t want little blonde Sassypants to cry and call Mommy about he got beat up by his roommate so early in the year, don’t we?

That last thought he willfully projected. (It might’ve been a little louder than the ones before, and for that he apologizes. Volume is something he’s still not aware of at the moment).

Thanks to the split-second contact the omnilinguist’s hand had with his skin, T.K. suddenly grabbing his towel didn’t come off too weird for Greg. (It still was, but not by much). It told Greg the ‘why’ behind such a gesture, as well as a few other things about the boy. I knew it! Finally. My gaydar’s getting better!

This small victory distracted him, and thus when he realized that his towel was falling, it was a little too late to react. “Really T.K.?” smirking as he looked at the other boy while his hands tried their best to cover himself up, “Usually guys buy me dinner first. Just saying.”

[Dylan White]

Dylan scowled a bit at his roommate who continued to insult him. He stood there and watched as his other roommate tried to de-towel him. Looked like the kid was on the same page as Dylan. It would be nice to put this asshole in his place. Yes, it wasn't fair for him to judge the guy for what he thinks. It wasn't his fault that was his power, but it seemed like this kid was doing it on purpose. "Oh, so you aren't grateful? Alright,"

Seeing as his towel was down, he used his powers to push the guy out in the hallway. He then slammed both doors; the bedroom door and the bathroom door, locking both. "Let's see how grateful you are now, bitch!" Glancing at T.K he smirked "I like where your heads at." he complimented. "T.K, right? I'm Dylan."

[Terrance Kellam]

That totally didn't go as planned. T.K.


"I didn't mean it like that," he laughed. It was a bit awkward, but the guy was pretty cute so it wasn't all bad. He took a bit of a peek then focused his attention to Greg's face. Yup, his eyes were gonna stay there. "I thought he was going to pant--" But, he was cut off before he could explain. Dylan had acted and suddenly Greg was out of the room. 

His eyes opened wide and he looked over to Dylan. "That was totally not what I was going for!" It was still a little funny though, proven by him trying to contain his laughter. What better way for roommates to bond, right? The entire interaction between the three was pretty funny to him, which made him slightly ignorant to the fact that the other two might have been somewhat serious. 

"Yeah, it's T.K... Are you really gonna leave him out there like that?" he smirk.

[Greg Mackenzie]

Greg didn’t need telepathy to see the approval in T.K.’s eyes. You’re welcome. His tone was playful; after all, he was no egotist. He just believed that if you have it, you’re allowed to flaunt it. And while he knew he might not have the best body out there, he believed he had at least a good enough one to look at.

(He tried his hardest to direct the thought only to the omnilinguist; while he didn’t mind of Dylan picked it up too, he figured the blonde won’t appreciate more telepathic intrusions. And ‘sides, this time it’s really none of McCrankypant’s business).

The brunette was just about to go and resume showering when he suddenly felt himself roughly pushed out the room. Naked. In the cold dorm halls.

And as if that wasn’t petrifying enough, the locks suddenly just locked. “Dylaaaaaaaaaaaan,” he yelled, banging at the door, “You. Little. Shit. This ain’t funny anymore.” It just escalated way too quickly for his tastes. Not that he’d apologize anytime soon though. “T.K., a little help here please?”

Well at least it’s still pretty early for most people. Or, it was. With panic breaking his walls down, he’s slowly ‘hearing’ people getting out of the beds. And with his luck, it’ll be his naked bum that’ll greet them ‘Good Morning’.

[Dylan White]

"Oh, really?" Dylan raised an eyebrow at T.K. "Huh, must have misread the situation. Ah, well." shrugging, he turned back to the door and leaned against it. "Not until you apologize, Sudsy!" Dylan shouted at Greg from the other side of the door. Hopefully T.K wouldn't get involved because he really didn't want to throw him across the room. In fact, he actually kind of liked him. He was cool and he could totally see them hanging out in the future. Perhaps Greg if he wised up and apologized.

"Of course I am. He insulted us. We got to show him who's top dog around here. Don't you agree?" he turned back to T.K. "You know there is something I have been wanting to ask you in the few seconds of talking to you. What does T.K stand for?"

[Terrance Kellam]

T.K. shook his head, crossing his arms over his bare chest and moving so he faced Dylan, who was blocking the door. He couldn’t think of a way to alert Greg to just hold on for a second; he couldn’t think of another language the telepath knew that he could blurt out… to… warn…

He’s a telepath, dumbass, he thought, wanting to facepalm himself. Greg, if you can hear this, just hold on. He wasn’t sure if it would work, but it was all he could think to do. Dylan, while not looking like he could put up much of a fight physically, had the upper-hand due to his ability; T.K. often wished he could do more things with his gift than talk to people and suck at school.

”Oh… it just stands for my name: Terrance Kellam. Please keep calling me T.K.,” he said uncrossing his arms, stepping towards Dylan when he finished. ”Bro, he’s gonna catch a cold. Let him in.”

[Greg Mackenzie]

Thanks. At least T.K. was on his side. Or at the very least, being a decent voice of reason between him and Blonde Crankypants. You’re a trooper. I owe you lunch. Or something. Greg wouldn’t know what to do had Black Chocolate been otherwise.

He tried banging the door a few more times, but since that wasn’t really doing anything, resigned to simply sitting on the cold hard ground, knees to his chest and back against the wall. The brunette was tired. Physically and mentally. He needed some time to relax lest his anxiety about being seen in public naked get to him and break all his walls down.

With a relatively thin door, he heard everything Dylan said and it took everything from him not to laugh out loud. “‘Sudsy’? Really now? Bro, no. Just, no. Leave the name giving to me.” Sorry T.K., he said he just couldn’t let that go. “You want me to apologize? Really? Fine. Here goes.” He cleared his throat up a bit then began speaking in the worst California girl accent/impression he can possibly muster. “So I’m sorry your balls haven’t descended yet and you’ve developed a complex about it and is being so fucking immature about it by being so angry at a funny little comment. I’ll try to understand you better next time.”

“Good enough for you Big Daddy?”