New Surroundings... *Open*

Nixon stepped off of his MV Agusta F4CC carefully and quickly snapped the kick stand down. He pulled his helmet of and shoke out his helmet hair, turning it back to its usual look. He brushed his hair out of his eyes and looked up at the school, "This is it..." he whispered to him self. He looked down toward his feet and put his hand in his pocket, pulling out his Iphone. He dialed his home phone number and waited as it rang. His voicemail began to play, the sound of his parents voice. Normal students would call their parents to give the news of their arrival, but not him. This is the closest he could get. Their voices were both saddening and soothing, but still they made him feel like they were very much alive. As if they remained with him everywhere he went, pushing him toward the better choices that were avalible for him.
He looked back up at the new-morning sky. It was brilliant. He retrieved his single bag and began to walk up the front path. He gripped the handle on the entrance doors and pulled it open. The cool A/C rushed at him as he stepped in, blowwing his hair back. As the door closed he again shook his head to fix his hair. He was never extremely worried about his appearence, but first impressions are major. He looked around the neatly arranged room looking for something that would tell him where to go. He walked toward a desk at the front of the room where he found a sign in sheet. Many names were already writen and he added his name to the bottom of the list in neat writing. He laid the pen down and unzipped his bag to get his schedule. He rezipped it and looked at it. His room number was both circled and highlighted in floresent blue at the top. Dorm 17.
He saw a sign that pointed down the hallway to the right reading: Boys' Dorms He walked down the walkway until he reached his room. As he opened the door he was surprised to find the the moving company had already been there and were long gone. He smirked, pleased with how his room had come out. He immediatly walked over to his Ipod dock / alarm clock and turned on his music which echoed through his whole dorm. He took out the few of the remaining things to be put away. He placed his extra pair of clean clothes neatly in his drawer, laid his macbook pro on the trunk at the foot of his bed, and placed his toothbrush, toothpaste, hairbrush, and mouthwash in one of the drawers in his bathroom. He walked out and sat on his couch, looking at the students that had already been here in the previous year walk as they walked around in their cliques. He breathed out, relieved that he had finally made it the the place he could call his new home.

"Uwaah, what am I doing here?" Cyra whispered to herself as she wandered around in the boys dorm. She was seriously lost. How could she have mistaken the boys dorm for the girls? She was glad that no one had seen her trying to get her door open. As she wandered about she saw a boy enter his room. He looked really pretty, almost like a prince. She blushed, and just had to know more.
As he closed his door she went forward to listen, but she was too eager. Slamming her head towards the door, she ended up making a loud bang and fell on her bottom.
"Owie!" She said as she rubbed her head, already close to tears.

Nixon's eyes began to close. Even though it was morning, he always hated moving long distances. Having to adjust to the time changes were the last thing he wanted to deal with. He thought he might fall asleep, so he stood and walked to his new room. He slipped his hoodie off and hung it in his closet and pulled his shirt over his head, leaving just his blue jeans, belt, and converse on. Walking to his bed, he set his folded white shirt on his side table. He stretched out across his bed without moving under the covers so he wouldn't have to take the time to remake it whenever he woke. Just as he drifted off to sleep a loud thud hit his wall. His eyes flew open and he jumped off of his bed quickly. He glanced though his bedroom and livingroom as he headed for his door. He opened his door slowly, heaving just enough room for his head and sholder to fit through. He looked to the ground to see a very small girl lying on the ground. He threw the door open the rest of the way and instinctivly ran to her and picked her up off of the ground. Two things from his parents had begun to become habits of his, manners and the one thing his parents had repeated to him everyday before sending him off to school. Always be polite to girls. He began to enter his room with her to get ice but then thought about it, he didn't know her. He set her gently on her feet and scrached his head and smiled, thinking that she might have also found it weird that he was shirtles, which he had just noticed. Out of habit he flicked his hair so it would part around his eyes and then looked up to meet her eyes. He cleared his throat and began to talk in a soft tone, slightly embarassed, "Are you okay?" ,he asked as she rubbed her head, "I could get you some ice if you want?" He pointed over his sholder to his dorm, at the same time noticing how unique her amber eyes were.

Her vision was all blurred out, she could hardly see a thing. Her head was spinning too, and to top it off, she had a tremendous headache and she couldn't help letting a few tears away. She noticed that she was lifted off the ground by someone. She tried to get a look on the persons face, but couldn't quite make it out.
As her vision slowly came back to her the person moved towards the room, then stopped and put her on her feet. She almost fell, but got a grip on the helpful persons chest. No shirt? It was definetly a guy.
THen it slowly started to get back to her. She realised who she was touching on the chest. Almost as if burned she withdrew her hand and started rubbing her head again, her face quickly changing color to red. By the time he talked to her it was already red as a tomato.
"Are you okay? I could get you some ice if you want?"
The headache was already starting to fade, she weren't going to need ice. But there existed another, more urgent problem.
"N-no, I don't need any ice, thank you. But I-I'm having difficulty standing. Could I sit down somewhere for a while? Just a little while, then I'll be on my way!" She was using her last energy to speak, struggling to form every word.

Nixon looked down at her small hands on his chest. He was fine with it, knowing her world was probably rapidly spinning in circles. She looked at his chest and pulled her hands off quickly as if she had put them into a burning fire. He looked at her concerned when she asked to sit down, "Of course! But let me help you get in, it's no bother you can stay as long as you need." He smiled at her and again lifted her off of her feet. He looked down at her and turned around, walking into the room and using his foot to kick the door closed behind him. He laid her down on the soft couch gently, putting a pillow behind her head. He knew she was just embarassed, so he ran to the kitchen and pulled out a frozen ice pack. He pulled a face rag from the closet and and rapped the ice pack in it and quickly speed walked back to her. He laid the cool pack on her fore head hoping it would help and sat in the chair across from her. "I'm sorry, I never introduced myself." He said quietly, "My name's Nixon." He smiled a small smile which he doubted she would see and sat back in the chair, wondering how she had fallen.

She could feel her heart leaping a mile when he lifted her up again. He had a firm grip. She felt secure in his arms. Then he put her down on his couch and disappeared from her field of vision. The room was really bright, just like her own.
Surprised, she shivered as he put ice on her forehead. Uh? I didn't ask for it, right? Oh well, it does feel kinda good...
"I'm sorry, I never introduced myself. My name's Nixon." She could now see him almost clearly. Yeah, it was the cute guy she had seen before. Okay, now what? She didn't want to make a bad first impression. This was bad enough, really. She decided not to tell him.
"I'm Cyra. Nice to meet you. And thanks for helping me, you're really sweet." She said, smiling brightly, which probably just looked wierd in her current pathetic condition.

Nixon blushed when she called him sweet. He was happy that he could at least make Cyra smile after the hard fall she had taken. "Really, it's no problem at all." He smiled a warm smile to try and make her more comfortable. "So what were you doing out there that could make you take that hard of a fall?" He asked his thoughts aloud, thinking back to hearing the sound of feet softly hitting the ground behind him and thinking nothing of it. Was that her? His smile turned to a smirk. He noticed that when he talked his dry throat made his voice crack. "Can I offer you a drink? I have just about every kind avalible." He said smiling again so he could stop hearing the sound of his shaky voice. He walked to his mini fridge and opened the door. The cool air rushed against his chest and he looked down remembering that he still wasn't wearing a shirt. This didn't bother her right? I mean guys walk around shirtless all the time... But then again it might be akward being in his room and all. He closed the door without grabbing a drink and turned around. "Escuse me for a moment." He walked into his room and went to his closet. He pulled a white hoodie off a hanger and began walking back out to the couch, pulling it over his head as he walked. He sat down and shook his head, his hair falling perfectly in place once again. "How do you feel?"

"So what were you doing out there that could make you take that hard of a
fall?"
She blushed as she searched her spinning head for an excuse. Why would she fall down there?
"I tripped... And my head hit the door, I think." What a bad excuse, she thought. She hoped he didn't see through it. The situation was awkward enough.
"Can I offer you a drink? I have just about every kind avalible."
"Mm, could I get a glass of water?"
As Nixon looked through his fridge he seemed to remember something, and then went to put on a shirt. She didn't mind if he had a shirt on or not, but it would probably be less awkward for them both.
"How do you feel?"
She shook her head lightly.
"Fine, I guess. Some slight headache. I can see decently at least." She studied his face a little closer.
"I haven't seen you here before, are you new here?" Ofcoarse, she was pretty new herself.

Dante was walking down the Boy's Dorms' hallway, his large headphones around his neck blasting rock music. He was whistling to the tune and casually walking to his dorm room, shoving his hand in his pocket to find the scan card, but then he remembered that the door was always unlocked. His black Volcom backpack was slung over just his right shoulder, flipping his white hair out of his eyes as he got to the door.

He placed his hand on the knob, pulling it and swinging the door open. A low grin was pulling on his lips, as he and Nixon always teased eachother on greetings. The second he stepped in, he hollered, "Honey? I'm ho-" he paused the second he saw a girl laying on the couch, Nixon sitting across from her. He closed the door quietly behind him, raising his right eyebrow at Nixon and smirking. "I'll just uh...be in my room..." he muttered, his crystal blue eyes sweeping over at Nixon then to the girl then back to Nixon. Before he went to his room, he walked over to the glass fridge and grabbed a Monster from the top shelf, closing it and walking away. As his back was facing towards the two on his way to his room, he started snickering quietly about what he had just done. Hopefully he didn't ruin anything for Nixon. When he got into his room, he slammed the door to let them know he was in his room. He threw his backpack off of his shoulder and cracked open his Monster. He rose his energy drink up to his lips and paused, twirling around on the heel of his red converse and swung open the door. He walked out and plopped down on the other couch, stretching his legs out before him and placing his left arm on the upper part of the couch. "So, what are you two lovers discussing?" he said with a smirk, taking a sip of his drink.

He grabbed a bottle of water and set it on a coaster on the table in front of her. He smiled happy that she was regaining her vision. "Are you new here?" she asked him. He leaned back in his chair. "Yeah, acctually I just got here and sat down when you fell, but no worries." As soon as he finished the sentence he heard the door open. "Honey, I'm ho-" He closed the door slowly and stepped in a little farther. Dante stopped and eyed both of them over repeatly and went into the kitchen. Nixon could hear as he opened the fridge grabbed something quickly and swung it closed. He heard a door open and then slam shut. Probably his way of letting him know he was gone. He guessed that Dante probably thought that something was about to happen. He shook his head and laughed when he heard him coming back. This should be fun he thought to him self. He came back with a Monster in hand and plopped onto the couch beside him. He looked at him questioningly and introduced them. "Dante, this is Cyra. She's just resting here for a bit if you don't mind, she got hurt." He spoke causiously knowing that he was about to say something to twist something he was saying or make it sound perverted. "Uhhh... Don't mind Dante he's just my roommate..." 

Dante rose his eyebrow when Nixon said roomate. He smirked, getting a twisted but funny idea. He smiled charmingly at Cyra, then looking at Nixon. "Roomate?! We're bed-buddies, man!" he joked, but he had a straight face on. He was good about keeping a straight face when being humorous, which was everyday. He then flicked his hair to the side, his cyan blue eyes looking back at Cyra. He quickly checked her out, but she wasn't his type. The red hair just...turned it off. He took a sip of his drink, placing it on the table next to them. He began to bounce his leg as he sat there, completely bored out of his mind. He stretched his arms out towards Cyra's direction, yawning. He wrinkled his nose, a random habit he has. He then looked at Cyra's forehead, a red spot forming right smack dab in the middle of her forehead. He held back the urge to laugh, not wanting to embarrass her. She seemed like she had something for Mr. Sweety-pants over here. He grinned, looking down and standing up, snatching his drink up and walking towards the bar. He placed his drink there and walked over to the pantry, opening it and studying the variety of foods they had. He grabbed the bag of Funyuns and turned around, minding his own business.

(OOC: Just a small FYI before we continue. To prevent a character to be "afk" we usually keep posting orders when more than two players post. So if we go Nixon, Dante, Cyra and then Nixon again, all characters will be able to participate.)

Cyra was surprised at the sight of a roommate, and this one seemed rather energetic. Probably not more than herself(When she hadn't knocked herself out), but defienetly more than Nixon.

"Uhhh... Don't mind Dante he's just my roommate..." Nixon said, seeming to feel uncomfortable for some reason. The answer arrived shortly.

"Roomate?! We're bed-buddies, man!" Dante jested, hopefully. He and Nixon didn't seem to be the ones that
would hang out with each other, but she never had many friends, so she
couldn't say for sure.

She smiled at Nixon as Dante went towards the bar.

"Oh, shoot. And here I thought that I had a shot at flirting with him, but apparently he is already taken." She said while trying to keep a pokerface. She sat up, removed a strand of hair form her face and took a sip of water, glancing towards the new guy. He was, just as Nixon, quite handsome and really tall, but there was something else about him. Apart from his white hair there didn't seem to be anything special about him. Appearance-wise, of course.

"heh...yeah I guess..." Nixon said slowly while standin. He walked around the bat to where Dante was standing and whispered, "Good job with the gay act, keep it going..." and then walked to the glass fridge and grabbed a soda. He walked back around the bar and hopped up onto a barstool. "So sweetie, how was your day? Have you done anything exciting?!" He asked in the gayest high pitched voice that he could manage. It hurt his throat but it was hilarious because he knew that Dante could easily pull this one over the top with his strangly useful way. He looked at Dante and crossed his legs, with put him in pain but he pulled a fake smile across his face and batted his lashes to try and at least pull his half. He turned to Cyra,"Isnt he just the cutest little thing?"

Dante nearly started choking on his funyun when Nixon told him to keep up the gay act. Dante hated gay people. He's the farthest thing from being gay. He forced himself to swallow and chugged his Monster, turning around and throwing the can perfectly into the metal garbage can they had tgat was at least ten feet away from him. He turned back towards Nixon, he smiled charmingly at him (which made him feel so awkward because not only does he just smile like that, but it's usually a girl he's smiling at), and winked. "Oh-meh-gawd! The greatest thing-" he could hear how gay he sounded and he completely stopped mid-sentence. "Ah screw this! I'm going to throw up if I have to keep talking like a girl!" he said, throwing his hands up. He then took off his shirt as he started to walk towards his room, his long, tan torso and abs being revealed. "I'll be back, this gay uniform shirt is bothering the hell outta' me," he said over his shoulder. He walked into his room and grabbed some random gray shirt out of his drawer and threw it in. He came back out, seeing that the two were still in their sane spots before he left.

Oh God, what have I started? They aren't homophobic, are they? It didn't seem like they were homosexual, or in a relationship for that matter, but she didn't want to step on any toes. She decided to be careful about it, but still ask questions to find out if it was true or not.

"You know that hardly any homosexual men talk like that, right?" She said with a playful smile, directed towards Dante who was now entering the room again after changing shirts(Everyone here seemed to have worked out a lot). All that was left from the incident was a slight headache. She suddenly realized something, and moved her hand toward her forehead. Damn, it's swollen. She blushed slightly.

Nixon laughed as Dante gave up on the plan. Dante stormed out of the room an Nixon grinned at him even for giving it his best shot. They always teased eachother. "Really, because I've met gay guys before an they al seemed to talk like that. And nice try Dante I know you don't really like gay people!" He said smirking. He took another swig of soda and looked back at Cyra. "Hows your head? Are you feeling any better, it's kind of swollen.", he said, examining the red mark on her forehead. She looked like she was doing better, he could tell her vision was back to normal because she sat on the couch looking at everything an checking out Dante. He chuckeled and rose his eyebrow at Dante. "So seriously did you get to meet all of the teachers your going to have for your classes yet? I heard your acctualy going to start attending your classes now!" he stood and when to the fridge and pulled out an apple and bit into it. He kicked the door closed and then remembered it was glass an his eye twitched until he was sure he didn't break it. He breathed out a sigh of relief and turned back toward them. "Soooooo......."

Dante sat down next to Cyra, putting his right arm around the back of the couch and spreading his legs out before him. "Yeah, I know. What a shocker," he said with a lot of sarcasm. That was Dante for 'ya, the snarky boy up to no good. "I got this one chick's number," he said with a low grin. "While meeting the drama teach, I met a girl named Amy. She actually believed me that I wanted to do Drama for the passion of it, not the ladies," he said, letting out an attractive chuckle. Dante was a very smooth talker and liar, but he only lied sometimes. He then looked over at Cyra, seeing that her wound had swelled up. He made tWo clicky noises with his mouth, as if clicking for a horse. "Yo lover boy, get your princess here some ice to make the swelling go down. Make sure you soak a hand cloth in lukewarm water first, then wrap it around the bag of ice. It'll speed up the process of the swelling to go down," he said in a sapient tone. At first, he was all caught up in concentrating on her wound before he realized that he just leaked out his specialty in being smart when it comes to medical issues. He very faintly blushed in embarrassment; he sounded gay. Just like his mother who was a nurse. "Eh, I mean...er...just smack it on her head, that'll make it go down..." he crumbled quickly, sinking low in his seat and crossing his arms, looking away in embarrassment.

Cyra was not shocked that Dante said something like that, she had figured him to be the sweet-talking trophy hunter kind, but it still disturbed her. She tried her best not to make a scene about it.

"Hows your head? Are you feeling any better, it's kind of swollen."
Before Cyra coud answer the question Dante started giving orders. He seemed to know what he was talking about. It didn't really fit his image. Cyra smiled mischievously.

"Wow, you seem to know a lot about first aid. Why is that?"

Nixon took another rag out of the closet and soaked it in warm water as they talked. He rang it out until it was just slightly wet. He turned around and headed for the freezer. He pulled out an ice pack that was just a tad smaller then the last and rapped it very tighty in the towel. He paused and flinched whendante vegan to speak in medical terms. It reminded him of his child hood and it was about the 6257384th time he had thought about his parents already since he had left Cali. the day before. He looked to the floor and shuddered shaking his head. The thoughts of the crash rushed through his head, leaving him feeling vonerable and like he had a sudden migraine. He turned around quickly and rushed from the room. He slammed his door behind him as he left and he ran through his room to his bathroom. He splashed cool water on his face and sat on the floor.

Once all of the memories faded away he stood up, hitting the left side of his face against the sharp edge of the counter. He didn't bother looking in the mirror and walked out of the room. He couldn't feel it but there was blood slowly streaming down the side of his face. He walked back out to where they were and streched out on the couch. He closed his eyes and thought about music to clear his head and make him feel a bit more peaceful. He yawned and streched his arms up into the air above him.

Dante watched as Nixon sprinted to his room, shrugging. He stood up, walked over to the counter and grabbed the ice back, jogging back to her and sitting down. He placed one hand softly on the back of her head, and with his other hand he placed the ice back wrapped in the warm cloth against her forehead, applying a small amount of pressure. He held it in place, looking at her. "I was watching...the TV show Grey's Anatomy..." he said in a serious tone answering her question, though it was a lie. That show was stupid to him, and he never had the patience for it. He wrinkled his nose as he applied a bit more pressure, but he held her head softly in his hands. 

Then, Nixon comes out. Dante's right eye begins to twitch as Nixon sits down and acts like nothing is wrong, when he's actually bleeding down the side of his face. "Er...dude..what the hell did you do?" he muttered, looking at him strangly while still helping Cyra out.

Cyra saw Nixon rush out of the room, but didn't have time to figure out why before Dante came and pressed some ice on her swollen forehead. It did feel like it was going to help. She sighed and listened to his bad excuse with closed eyes. She didn't really react to when she heard Nixon come out of the bathroom again.

"Er...dude..what the hell did you do?"
She opened her eyes and saw with shock that Nixon's face was all bloody. She moved a hand to hold the ice pack in place so that Dante and her would be able to walk over and help him.

"Are you okay? You..." She didn't manage to say the rest. She didn't handle blood well.