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Post by Misty Falls (Justin Laurendo) on Feb 2, 2016 1:24:33 GMT
WORD COUNT 252
TAGGED Hiro Nakahara
NOTES hey bb lookin 4 good time
we'll play games on a dime
 | YOUR EYES, NOSE, LIPS; YOUR TOUCH THAT USED TO TOUCH ME. This wasn't stupid. No, of course not. This was...
Really.
Fucking.
Stupid.
Hope's Peak, birthplace of talent and growth! Growth my ass, Justin thought. Sure, all the students of the academy were supposed to keep practicing and trying new things. Well, that's what Justin was doing. The Pinterest tutorial made it look easy! Just add the marker fluid to the coconut oil, and let it simmer. Okay, maybe he let it boil so he could get his eyebrows drawn even. And so what if it exploded? Florence could probably buy new craft foam for her armor. Hell, Justin thought it looked kinda badass. Bloody lipstick splashed all over armor. Even if it had melted the foam...and burnt Florence's arm pretty bad.
She'd get over it. That bitch. We'll see what happens next time she asks me to paint her like a dude.
Now, he was carrying three suitcases (one in between his probably cracking teeth) full of outfits...with a pile of wigs stacked atop his head precariously. Of course the Cosplayer got the Academy to side with her, with her progressive bull she liked to spew. Progressive my ass. And now I was ON my ass, being forced to room with a stranger for my last year of school. Who was this kid, anyway? Hopefully a SHSL Makeup Artist or something, who could speed up his beat time.
Knock, knock, knoknoknock, knock, knock. Ironic for the Drag Queen to use “Shave and a Haircut”, rang dimly in his head. 103, right? ...Hopefully. |
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SHSL Archaeologist
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Post by Hiro Nakahara on Feb 2, 2016 21:31:51 GMT
Tears are how our heart speaks when your lips
cannot describe how much we've been hurt. |  | Ah well, his roommate had gone off and graduated, so Hiro was left without a roommate. It was nice at times, but being there made it easier to get lost in himself, which was never a good thing. There had been times he had begun dwelling on the horrors of his past, and he would just stare at a wall blankly and think about how terrible he was, and how much he wanted to just die and become something that others studied in the future. But he had to have a good story to tell them when he died, so he wasn't disregarded either as just another person. No, no, no he needed his body to tell a story, though he wouldn't be upset even if he was just another person they found and studied. Oh, he was happy with the evidence he would leave behind for others to discover. Just the thought of being buried alive, or mummified was so… tantalizing. He wanted it so bad. He would prefer death over living the life he was living anyways.
Then a knock came at his door. Hiro looked up with a big smile thinking about all the ways he could end up dying, and walked up to the door. After all, he was informed that someone would be moving in today. Something about a fight between roommates and one moving out, and his room was the chosen room. At least then he wouldn't be caught up in his thoughts and think about how much he wanted to die and how much he was looking forward to it.
Hiro opened the door and immediately was taken aback, to the point his jaw dropped at the person standing on the other side. Was this nervousness he felt? He hadn't felt nervous before, but damn, his new roommate made him feel like this, probably because the sight of his roommate was so… nice. Beautiful. Hot. Sexy. Amazing. "H-Hi! I'm Hiro, your new roommate. At least I assume that you're my new roommate. I hope you are," Hiro said quickly, as he normally did but the reason he was speaking fast was different than normal, "I mean, uh, welcome to the room." He moved out of the way so he could enter and take a look around. Hiro had decorated his side of the room with rocks and old tools and different archaeological artifacts he'd been allowed to borrow from the school to study. Arrowheads, jars and the similar scattered all over his desk and some on a shelf next to his desk. However, none were on the floor, and all were displayed neatly.
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SHSL Drag Queen
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Post by Misty Falls (Justin Laurendo) on Feb 2, 2016 22:08:24 GMT
WORD COUNT 333
TAGGED Hiro Nakahara
NOTES hey bb lookin 4 good time
we'll play games on a dime
| YOUR EYES, NOSE, LIPS; YOUR TOUCH THAT USED TO TOUCH ME.
Justin's eyes widened as the door opened wide. Huh, at least his roommate was another drag qu...oh. Huh. That was just the guy's hair, unless it was some $5,000 wig. ...Okaymaybehewasalittlecutebut--
Did his jaw just literally drop...? This guy's a walking anime character, he thought. Then again. Florence was also a walking anime character. Hell, 95% of Hope's Peak were walking anime characters. And of course, he had to have that look. The flash of lust in his eyes made the Queen shift awkwardly, averting his eyes. Too many guys had given him that look before. And this was no Casting Couch.
“H-Hi! I'm Hiro, your new roommate. At least I assume that you're my new roommate. I hope you are,”
Oh my god. Justin couldn't help but snicker a little. The guy sounded harmless enough! Even if he was a little awkward...and starstruck. But why not be? I'm a supermodel of the world. But of course, laughing had made the third suitcase drop and nearly crush Hiro's toes. Whoops! That wouldn't have been a good impression...
So he quickly entered the room, brushing past his new friend and intentionally running a finger across his arm. Might as well tease him a bit. It was going to be a fun final year, right? His new room definitely seemed...interesting. Fossils and other old, dusty shit scattered everywhere. Was he a SHSL Antiquer? Fossil...er? Oh shit, there was a term for that. But who needed to think about the past? Therefore, he didn't care to think of the name.
“Heh, I guess I needed a 'Hiro'. 'Where've all the good men gone, and where are all the Gods?'” He laughed, shooting the red-haired boy a smile. Maybe he was going too far.
“Sorry, guy. Forgot to introduce myself! I'm Misty Falls, but uh...you can call me Justin. Just for short. Ju for shorter. Mr. Falls if you're nasty. I'm the SHSL Drag Queen. And you're...the SHSL...Geologist?” THAT HAD TO BE IT. C'mon, middle school memories!
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Post by Hiro Nakahara on Feb 2, 2016 22:51:31 GMT
Tears are how our heart speaks when your lips
cannot describe how much we've been hurt. | | Hiro was a bit ashamed at how he had initially reacted, even if he couldn't really control it. He was supposed to be good at hiding the things that he didn't want others to know, and well, an initial thought of 'wow' could be embarrassing, especially since he was going to have to live with this guy. Of course, Hiro had a crush on his previous roommate, but his previous roommate tended to bring back girls to the room and Hiro would have to wait until they were finished, and stay far enough away he couldn't hear what was going on behind the door. Yet he still cared for the dude, and internally wished that he would return the feelings. Hopefully the Queen wouldn't be like that too, but he had a feeling that Justin wouldn't and Hiro was telling himself he couldn't fall for him too, lest he would just get his heart broken again.
However, after he had spoken to Misty, he nearly dropped the suitcase in his mouth (god damn it Hiro why didn't you take it? You're supposed to be Mr. Honorable after all!) and his toes were nearly crushed. Luckily, Hiro was able to move his foot just in the nick of time to avoid injury. Because of a snicker. Hiro wasn't sure if laughing was a good sign or a bad one, but he was pretty sure that he didn't mean to drop the suitcase and he should feel bad for making him drop the suitcase.
When his new roommate brushed past him, a finger running across his arm, Hiro narrowly avoiding taking a sharp breath in. Who knew if it were actually intentional? No, it was probably just an accident and he needed to stay calm and collected and stop thinking about – well, not so innocent scenarios running through his head.
Hiro laughed when the Queen did commenting on his name. It wasn't like he hadn't heard it before. But who was he to deny him a laugh? "Well, you're looking at a good man," Hiro laughed, even if he thought, no he knew, he was most definitely lying about it. Great way to start off a relationship with a dude you were going to spend the rest of the year rooming with. Good job Hiro. Good job. "Or at least I try." He rubbed the back of his head with a grin on his face, as he internally cursed himself for being such an idiot.
"Oh, not quite. Geologists study rocks. I'm the SHSL Archaeologist. I study old things, learn history through evidence. It's fascinating really what people leave behind after they are dead and gone, and it’s the most accurate way to view history, to know where we have come from, without the bias of the winners getting in the way in the storytelling of history."
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