Dorm #8

[Lieselotte]

When Lieselotte arrived at her dorm, she found the room to be completely empty. Thus, she did what any other normal person would do, and set her things down by the bed she'd chosen would be hers. Then, of course, came the unpacking, which would eventually lead to placing her clothes and other necessities within drawers and closets.

But that was when she saw it. One of her worst enemies, a sign of imperfection and neglect - dust.

It wasn't caked on in thick layers, and there was less dust in some places compared to others. Obviously, the cleaning staff hadn't done a very good job while this dorm was unoccupied. Unable to cope with the knowledge that she was going to put her folded clothes in a dusty drawer, and hang the rest in an equally dusty closet, the German girl began to get to work. And though it began with cleaning just the cabinet and the closet, it eventually escalated into her cleaning the whole damn room.

Thus, a good hour later, Lieselotte sat on her bed, a light sheen of sweat coating her face as she clutched a dirty rag in one hand, and a graying wipe in the other. She'd done it. She was dead tired and now needed a shower, but she'd done it - the room was now sparkling clean.

If her roommates, whoever they were, messed it up, they were dead.

[Feliks Łukasiewicz]

((I was really sleepy doing this, kthx. D:))

Feliks began crossing the halls huffing, with nonchalant eyes as he continued searching for his dormitory section. Okay, his day didn't start out as much as he planned it too. First off, he didn't have anyone Toris to carry his bags for him, and was forced to hold them himself, second off, he couldn't even do a freaking party bash in the dorms but like he's going to listen to that right?, and third off, it was freaking dorm eight. Like, seriously. That's like waaay too much for him to carry his things, that far away. Especially in his short plaid uniform skirt too (Even though it looks so cute on him am I right?).

After a few minutes of huffing and puffing walking across the halls again, he finally found his dorm room, after seeking his number. Which surprisingly to him, wasn't so hard. But he still didn't have to do this on his own in the first place.

"Ahhh, Finally~"

Staring at the door he quickly reached for his card he received at the office, in his skirt pocket and swiftly jammed in through the door then out, taking the handle firmly opening it rather roughly, while hollering,

"Like, hey everyone~ The party has arrived!" He panted slightly, messily taking his shoes off in the front dropping the suitcases of his things in front of a bed (which let all the clothes drop on the floor; since he forgot to lock the cases) and groggily set himself on one of the beds scattering the bed spreads letting his head rest on the pillow sighing.

"Yeesh, am I like. . .the only one like here?!" He wondered around the room, as the noticed everything clean.

"And like, this room is totally like cramping my style. . . I'm going to like totally rearrange this room when. . ."

Then he noticed the girl sitting on her bed with a sweat-face, and tired eyes.

"OHHHH, Like heeey sweetie! Didn't see you there. You must be like, my roommate n'stuff. I'm like Feliks, it's totally like, awesome to meet you. And like-"

Wait he didn't know her. Wait who was she?! He doesn't know her.

Suddenly giving a blush he looked at her with big eyes then subtly turned away realizing the entrance he had made.

"U-Um like yeah, like I said nice to meet you."

Then giggled softly to himself, with a nervous expression.

[Hall Einarsson]

Having finally located the hallway his dorm was in, Hall took his time making his way down, though he paused as soon as he saw an apparently boisterous blonde girl beat him to his room. That’s...a roommate of mine..? He thought with a slight frown, a bit put off by her behavior. Hesitantly, he made his way to the room once the girl was inside and simply took to leaning against the doorframe. Another frowned crossed his lips as he listened to the blonde’s rant though he blinked in mild surprise when he noticed the other blonde girl on the bed. Taking a quick glance around, he made a soft ‘hmm’ sound.

She must like cleaning... Hall had thought to himself as he stood at the doorway, watching the two blonde girls in the dorm room they would apparently, be sharing together. Of course, he didn’t bother to make his presence known to either of them just yet.

Once his newfound roommates took up a seat on their chosen beds, the silver-haired boy finally gave a small knock on the doorframe that he was so casually leaning against all that time. “Excuse me.. I believe we are to be roommates..?” He asked, managing a small, little smile as he stepped into the the room, a very old, worn-down leather bag in tow. Instead of putting his stuff on a bed to claim it as his, however, he put his bag in a corner near the closet. He had decided that he would only put his stuff on the bed that no one else so desired; it kept things smoother that way since to him, a bed was a bed no matter the location.

“Pleased to meet both of you, I am Hall Einarsson. And you two are..?” He asked as he took up leaning against the side of the empty bunk-bed. Yes, he enjoyed leaning against things. That and the fact he would never take up a seat unless he was offered one. Right as he got comfortable with his leaning, a small puffin swooped into the room from the hallway and perched on his shoulder, peering at the girls curiously, “Oh..And this is Ari. He’s a puffin.”

[Gilbert Beilschmidt]

Gilbert Beilschmidt was obviously tired, and the sleepiness showed in his usually calm, playful crimson eyes. The albino was having a hell of a time looking for his dorm, and his footsteps were quite wobbly from the exhaustion. Sighing, he looked at the brass plates to read the room numbers, his mind thinking over and over again for the number itself.

Room number 7...? No, Room number 8...

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Finding the right number after searching, he found the room, then opened the door with vigor, letting the tired expression fall off his face. A pause later, he found himself staring at people that he didn't even know yet, except for the fact that he was in the same dorm with a Sibling, Lieselotte. He could be extremely thankful for that, even though he also noticed how there was two boys at the side. So that would mean -- the gears turned in his head so quietly and slowly that anyone could have seen them. His protective image came up - Liselotte would be the only girl in this dorm, which meant that she could be stalked by these two--

And now what was he thinking; was he watching too many shows himself? Putting a rather jovial smile on his face, hinting no suspicion or or the such, he walked over to his Sister and gave a hug, then pulled back, whispering something in German so only she could hear and understand.

Ich habe dich vermisst, Schwester." Then, turning back to the other boys, he noticed how one had whitish silver like his. Thank heavens, he wasn't the only one with silver hair. That would have been so unawesome.

"All right, nice to meet you all, I'm Gilbert Beilschmidt, the Bruder of Lieselotte here. So don't touch her or it would be unawesome. Also, I don't really follow the rules often, and will do things unnecessary. But seeing as we're roommates, all of you, I hope you'll understand, ja? Ja." With that, the silverette just went to the western side in which he picked out to be his bed, (seeing as how he couldn't pick anything else since the others were here first), then sat down on it, cradling his head on his hands. That speech was crappy. He really needed to wake up and say something better.

Dictionary:
Ich habe dich vermisst, Schwester.
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[Feliks Łukasiewicz]

((Another tired post.))

Feliks leaned up from the bed, staring at the white-haired boy with the puffin with un-interest. He looked really lame in Feliks opinion, and his opinion was the only one he cared about. So he slowly turned his body and eyes over to the other white-haired boy who had just made his entrance, with a turn of his boring frown into a mischievous smirk resting his hand on his chin, with the usual eyes he used to cause trouble.

Even though he could be very bashful at times, these weren't the times. No matter who, he could of bothered a criminal for all he cared. As long as he got his fun out of it.

And for that, he wavered a finger in the air and winced, pointing at the seeming tired crimson-eyed boy.

"Umm, like why is there an old geezer in here?" He rudely began scoffing after his comment.

"Like it's bad enough we already have one old geezer in here. Laaaame." Probably referring towards the other boy who he ignored. After that, he stood up then went beside the girl who was sitting on her bed and rested an arm over her shoulder still smirking at the "old-geezer" with red eyes, crossing his legs wincing at the girl.

"And if this is like your sister, i'm like so shocked she isn't grossed out for having like, and old geezer for like a bro. I'm like soooo sorry, you have to deal with thing. I'm sure I can like shake up your dorm life here up, with me~"

[Lieselotte]

They'd entered so quickly that Lieselotte hardly had any time to make herself look presentable.

First came the blonde - obnoxious, loud, and... mein Gott, was he wearing a skirt?! Then came a silver-haired boy, who seemed to be completely the opposite. Lieselotte had a feeling that she wouldn't mind this one much, especially with how he was acting. He had a cute little puffin, too, and while she didn't necessarily care for animals, this one seemed well-trained, so she didn't mind it. And finally came a pleasant little surprise, someone who'd made her forget just how tired she was.

"Ich habe dich vermisst, Schwester." Gilbert whispered, just after giving her a hug. However, before she could even formulate a response, the blonde spoke up. And his words, no matter how positive the intent might've been, immediately pissed her off. But first, before she could bite his head off for daring to speak ill for her brother, Lieselotte had to establish order, because there was no way Gilbert was going to take an insult without some kind of loud retort.

Standing up, straightening her shoulders, and peering at the trio before her with a strict, ferocious gaze, she said, "If we're all going to be rooming together, there has to be some rules set in place. First of all, there will be no trouble-making. Second of all, clean up after yourself. You're rooming with three other people, and none of them are your mother. Third of all, the lights will go off after one, unless a majority of us are still up. Fourth of all, if you're going to come back late, you'd better do so causing minimal noise. Fifth of all, proper conduct is required. If you break any of these rules, you'll be sleeping outside. Understood?"

[Hall Einarsson]

Hall had jumped when yet another person had entered the room and he blinked a couple of times in mild surprise. The man who had just entered could easily be related to him by looks alone.. They looked more like brother than Norway and he did, that was for certain. However in spite of the young boy’s instant, yet vague admiration, he frowned slightly from the little speech, Just what kind of person did he think he was..?

Shaking his head, the silver-haired boy leaned down to curl his fingers around the handle of his bag to lift it up once more, “You won’t have to be worrying about me, Mister Gilbert.. Even if I was that type of person, I wouldn’t have time to mess around in such ways.” He murmurs softly, frowning as he tossed his bag up onto one of the top bunks (upick) and set to climbing the little ladder up to it with a small yawn.

Despite how he didn’t like being ignored after introducing himself to one of the blondes, he didn’t particularly mind it. There was nothing really special about him in away aside him his peculiar looks. So why -should- anyone bother to pay any attention to him of all people, when there were so many interesting others around. When the obnoxious girl (Yes Iceland thinks Poland’s an actual girl.) began to insult the taller man, Gilbert, Hall instantly knew something was going to go wrong. Both looked like they could have a nasty temper and he didn’t want to get caught in the middle. After all, he had work the next day. Thankfully the other blonde girl who had cleaned up the place intervened.

With a very faint smile, Hall listened to her give commands and set the rules. rules, how nice they were. “Understood, miss.” He mumbled when she asked and even gave her a small salute before curling up with his puffin on his bunk.

[Gilbert Beilschmidt]

The blonde was obviously pulling on his self-resistance, and Gilbert couldn't help but to glare up, his crimson eyes cold and calculating. He had learned some names, indeed, one way or the other. He could see how things all fitted in - he was sure that the blonde was named Feliks I-Don't-Know-His-Last-Name-Because-It-Was-So-Flipping-Weird, and the silverish-white haired guy was named Hall Einarsson, from... He didn't know. However, he did stifle a low growl in his throat as Feliks continued on calling him a old geezer, probably based on the fact that his hair was white. It also made sense, calling the other boy a old geezer as well - his hair colour was the same with his.

Striding over to Feliks' bed, he put a rather interesting smirk on his face. Leaning over, he looked right into the other's eyes.

"Mm, says whose hair makes you look like a whiny little girl. Speaking of, you really look whiny. We're not fond of whiny people, mm? So watch it." After finishing his sentence, he walked back to the other boy's bunk, Hall? He didn't really know him yet, but he had his color hair so it was awesome that way. And he had a freaking puffin. That was so awesome, it wasn't even funny. Sitting down onto the bunk that the other had, he extended his pale hand.

"So, I guess I didn't really introduce myself to you yet, personally." Shooting a rather half-lidded, bored glare at Feliks, the turned backwards to him. "I'm Gilbert Beilschmidt, and... Erm, it's nice to meet you?" The German was never good at introducing himself or saying a hello to anyone, and he could feel a little stubborn blush rising from his neck.

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