Midnight Game of Pool| Ari

[Zaeric Blackwood]

It was getting late. The kind of late where you want to go to sleep, but theres no way on the face of the earth that thats ever going to happen. That was how it was right now for Zaeric. His dormmates were asleep, so there was no chance for guitar. He'd already made the mistake of waking them up. Trust him when he says girls need thier beauty sleep. There were no sudden urges to write amazing poetry, and he couldn't think of anything else to do. So he slipped on his jeans and a tee, and headed out of the dorm, very quetly. The last things he wanted to do was wake anyone up or get caught.

The halls were echoingly empty, and it kind of bothered him. While he wasn't one to get actively involved in everything he still liked being around people. Even if those people didn't like being around him, Seeing the queiet emptiness just kind of creeped him out. The boy made his way quickly through the halls, already knowing his destination without even thinking about it. His feet dragged him along to the student lounge. There he could just chill for a bit without any interruption, right?

He slipped in, closing the door behind him. There was a tv, turned off, and a fooseball table. There was also a pool table, all the pool balls lined up in thier little triagnles. They were just begging to clatter noisily across the table in a flash of color. And who was Zaer to deny someone [or in this case something what they wanted? He grabbed a pool stick from the rack and a little blue cube. After staring at the cube for a moment he set it back down. As a kid he had always pilfered the cubes and ground them into blue dost to blow t his sister. Watching her run around screaming was kind of funny.

He aimed the stick at the balls, just thinking for a moment before moving. Then, a sharp nudge, and the balls scrambled all over. They were like scared animals running from a sword. He hit them a few more times, just to hit them around. It seemed like the night was only getting longer.

[Ariana Simone]

Insomnia wasn't that much of an uncommon occurrence for Ariana Simone. Her inspiration usually came at night, in those dark hours when she let her mind go blank. But she hadn't quite gotten back into the swing of Hammel yet, and she was still unpacking her stuff in her new dorm room. Two boys and one girl, which was much different from her previous dorm room, which had been majorly female dominated. Poor Eric, stuck in there with the three girls. She'd yet to formally meet her new roommates, but she'd seen them around before. She recognized Ann, even thought they'd never really talked before. The younger boy she was unfamiliar with, as was the older one that had the room across from hers in the suite. All she knew was that he played guitar. Really well.

After staring at the ceiling for a long time, Ariana became restless. Turning her head, she looked at her alarm clock. 1:57 a.m. It was disappointing that she hadn't gotten her mannequins assembled yet; she would have liked starting on her new designs. Pushing herself up onto her elbows, Ariana rubbed at her eyes with one hand, sighing. A pair of purple plaid pajama pants were slung low on her hips, matched with a gray tanktop that had NEW YORK THESPIAN scrawled across it. Sighing in mild frustration, the diva rolled out of bed, her fingers raking through her tangled mane of raven curls as she thought. If only she had her tea. She'd need to replenish her stash sooner than later. Slipping on her froggy slippers, their beady eyes smiling up at her, Ari threw her hair up into a messy bun, peeking outside of her room. Seeing that no one else was around, she tiptoed out into the common area, careful not to make any noise as she passed her roommates' rooms. Her slippered feet were silent as she walked out into the hallway, searching for something to do.

Her wayward feet sent her towards the student lounge, where she could hear a faint clacking from down the hall. Who else could be up at this ungodly hour? Curious, Ari crept into the room, surprised to find one of her roommates playing pool by himself. She couldn't remember his name...it was unique sounding, but it was just not coming to mind. No one else was there, just the one guy knocking the balls accross the table. He probably couldn't sleep just like she couldn't. Trying not to attract his attention quite yet, she tiptoed over to where the pool sticks were lined up, plucking one down as she watched him. She quietly made her way to the other side of the pool table, placing her hand on the green felt as she lifted her hazel eyes to look at him, tilting her head to the side like a curious puppy. "Mind if I join you?"

[Zaeric Blackwood]

The girl just breezed in silently, like a whisper. Zaer didn't even really notice her until she spoke. Her hazel eyes were gazing at him, and he dicked his head for a moment sheepishly before looking back with a smile. She was the girl who had the room across from him. For a moment he wondered if he woke her when he left to come here, and then elt a little guilty. He hadn't meant to wake anyone up, but it seemed to happen.

"Sure. Uh, sorry if I woke you. I was tryiong to be quiet." He hoped he sounded sinceree enough. For a moment the thought flashed through him that he was glad he han't briought his notebook. He looked at the pool balls as they stopped clicking around. Jeeze! How longbhad he even been here. It couldn't have been more than ten minutes of so. He checked the watch on his wrist anf found, in fact, that he had been here a little over half an hour already. Well, they do say time flies when you're having fun. He hsook his head.

"Yeah, you can play. I'm not very good really. I.. never really spent much time playing pool." It was because his dun father was always playing pool and smoking. A nasty nasty habit. Most pool tables smelled like smoke. Thankfully, the smell here was minimal, something her could ignore easily. Zaer went and got a pool stick for her and one of the silly little blue cubes.

" Here." He handed them to her jovially. " By the way, I'm Zaeric. Or Zaer." he smiled nicely and tilted his head a bit. Wish I had my guitar.