A/N
Pinkpanther- I'm not actually sure, but I think I do use HTML
Meibou- Maybe DANGER, maybe NEAR-DEATH, or maybe ANOTHER GUY.
Moonrose- Actually I am a girl
WoC
As I left my dorm room for class, I noticed Jack had finally gotten all of his boxes out of the hall. The door to his former room was standing open and someone was kneeling on the floor pulling stuff out of two new boxes. When the person finally turned around and looked up I was shocked. It was a guy about my age I'd have said, but that wasn't the part that had me floored. It was his looks.
Tall almost athletic build, he was a little on the thin side, but his black shirt and jeans seemed to accentuate that. His hair was dyed ink black and he had several piercings, a couple in the cartilage of his ear and most apparent, the one in his lip. It also looked like he was wearing dark eye shadow. He was what I would immediately call a punk/goth. Yet sometimes really good looks are hard to mask, and this guy had them. Full mouth and incredibly blue eyes, his attempt to look different only enhanced his looks. He was striking.
I suddenly realized I was staring and felt myself flush with embarrassment. He was looking at me with obvious interest and had a slightly amused smile tugging at his mouth.
"Hello," he said, getting up, "I take it your from across the hall."
"Yeah, and you must be the new roommate," I said, thankful not to be so awkward anymore, "you're taking Jack's place."
"Uh huh, well, I guess that was the guys name."
"I'm Shelley by the way," I said.
"Micah Anderson," he said, holding out his hand, "I suppose you'll have to put up with me from now on."
I shook his hand and smiled.
"You can't be any harder to put up with than Damien," I said, "he's in a category all of his own."
Micah gave a grunt that I didn't know how to take. He did know Sherlock didn't he? Why else would he room with him? This was all getting extremely confusing.
"So you're new here?" I asked.
"Just transferred from upstate," he said, "I'm in the arts program."
"Oh, so you're artistic," I said.
"If that's a nice way of saying I'm weird, you're probably right," he said with a smile.
I laughed. There was really nothing I couldn't like about the guy. He actually seemed really friendly and was very polite. Rather startling first impressions aside, I figured I actually could like him. There was a certain seriousness about him, but he was genuinely personable. Better than Damien anyway.
"Nice to meet you," I said, backing away.
"Yeah, same. I'll see you."
I smiled as I went down the hall. No, I wouldn't mind seeing him again in the slightest.
Pinkpanther- I'm not actually sure, but I think I do use HTML
Meibou- Maybe DANGER, maybe NEAR-DEATH, or maybe ANOTHER GUY.
Moonrose- Actually I am a girl
WoC
As I left my dorm room for class, I noticed Jack had finally gotten all of his boxes out of the hall. The door to his former room was standing open and someone was kneeling on the floor pulling stuff out of two new boxes. When the person finally turned around and looked up I was shocked. It was a guy about my age I'd have said, but that wasn't the part that had me floored. It was his looks.
Tall almost athletic build, he was a little on the thin side, but his black shirt and jeans seemed to accentuate that. His hair was dyed ink black and he had several piercings, a couple in the cartilage of his ear and most apparent, the one in his lip. It also looked like he was wearing dark eye shadow. He was what I would immediately call a punk/goth. Yet sometimes really good looks are hard to mask, and this guy had them. Full mouth and incredibly blue eyes, his attempt to look different only enhanced his looks. He was striking.
I suddenly realized I was staring and felt myself flush with embarrassment. He was looking at me with obvious interest and had a slightly amused smile tugging at his mouth.
"Hello," he said, getting up, "I take it your from across the hall."
"Yeah, and you must be the new roommate," I said, thankful not to be so awkward anymore, "you're taking Jack's place."
"Uh huh, well, I guess that was the guys name."
"I'm Shelley by the way," I said.
"Micah Anderson," he said, holding out his hand, "I suppose you'll have to put up with me from now on."
I shook his hand and smiled.
"You can't be any harder to put up with than Damien," I said, "he's in a category all of his own."
Micah gave a grunt that I didn't know how to take. He did know Sherlock didn't he? Why else would he room with him? This was all getting extremely confusing.
"So you're new here?" I asked.
"Just transferred from upstate," he said, "I'm in the arts program."
"Oh, so you're artistic," I said.
"If that's a nice way of saying I'm weird, you're probably right," he said with a smile.
I laughed. There was really nothing I couldn't like about the guy. He actually seemed really friendly and was very polite. Rather startling first impressions aside, I figured I actually could like him. There was a certain seriousness about him, but he was genuinely personable. Better than Damien anyway.
"Nice to meet you," I said, backing away.
"Yeah, same. I'll see you."
I smiled as I went down the hall. No, I wouldn't mind seeing him again in the slightest.