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Post by Eduard Von Bock on Jun 5, 2011 19:40:52 GMT -5
Eduard was carrying his belongings to try to find his room. All he knew was where he'd be and that his roommates might be related, seeing that they shared a last name. He had brought a few trunks of clothing which were stackable and that he was rolling down the hallway at this moment. One thing he had heard about this place was that the rooms were very comfortable so he had to find out for himself. At last, he reached dorm 108 and opened the door with his key to find a common room with four bedrooms branched off of it."Whoa..," he couldn't help but say to himself. He had only seen such arrangements in the most luxurious suites.He really didn't expect the room to be like this whatsoever.Still, he knew that his roommates would be here soon so he should quickly get organized in his room of choice. He entered the first bedroom to the right of the common room and took his belongings out and made his bed, as well as putting clothing in the drawers and the closet that he had. This was going to be quite nice staying here, at least that he knew.
Having finished putting his belongings in the room, he went to check out the rest of the suite, as he decided to refer to it as. Because seriously, it didn't resemble any kind of dorm that he had visited on a college campus. Noting that there were a few bathrooms, suggested that he may not have to share one, depending on where his roommates placed their things. He decided to just wait quietly on the couch and read while he was alone.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jun 7, 2011 11:22:26 GMT -5
Loud footsteps echoed through the hallway as a young white-haired man was clumsily lugging around his baggage, brisk walking as he did so. He muttered a silent "Thank God." as he made his way through the hall because if one were to see him he was sure they'd sneak a snicker at him when he was out of earshot. He looked ridiculous, to say the least.
He was clutching a small toiletry bag with his left arm while holding a suitcase with the same appendage. He was rolling another, larger, suitcase with his right arm. Along the way Gilbert hadn't realized he didn't close one of the zippers properly and as such, there was a pair of boxers dangling from one of the compartments. He was carrying a small plastic bag with his mouth, inside were assorted junk food he brought along to get him through boring nights.
Gilbert sighed inwardly as he was nearing his room. Ludwig said he had short business to take care of so he quickly explained how to get there to Gilbert and they parted ways temporarily. "Tch. Where are all the servants?" Gilbert said. In his three years at this school he'd never really worked the servants to the bone but he'd always find them useful. More than often they'd come to assist him, not the other way around. But the bags were heavy. Gilbert still didn't notice his underwear waving behind him. But Gilbert stuck it out because he's awesome and finally made it to the door. The number '108' plastered onto the wood. He turned the doorknob and went in.
The room was gorgeous but it had a familiar feel to it. Even though he grew up in a modest home he was no stranger to the posh and the outrageously fancy. Gilbert eeny meeny miny mo'd a bed and dumped all his belongings there, he'd fix them later. Suddenly he noticed someone had already settled in. Curious to see who the person was, it might have even been Ludwig, he made his way into the common room of the suite to find a blond bespectacled man sitting on the couch, reading a book.
Trying to get the young man's attention he called out, "Oh hey," Once he got the blond to look his way he said, "Gilbert Beilschmidt. What's up?" A friendly awesome grin on Gilbert's face.
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Post by Eduard Von Bock on Jun 7, 2011 11:48:45 GMT -5
Looking up when he heard someone call out to him, Eduard saw who was surely on of his roommates and responded with a shy grin, " Ah..Hello. I'm Eduard Von Bock. Not up to much myself to be honest-just having moved in, and you?" Taking a better look at his roommate subtly, he noticed that white-haired boy had some things sticking out of his luggage and wondered if he could get some help with that. But ultimately stayed out of it for the moment. He had put down his book just in case, someone else would enter the room soon..
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jun 8, 2011 3:17:08 GMT -5
Gilbert studied his new roommate for a second, sizing him up a bit. He seemed like a nice polite guy. The book and shy smile gave Gilbert gave the impression he was the quiet and shy type. Then again, he was never good at that sort of thing. Ultimately, though, he didn't seem too shy. He was striking some conversation, after all.
"Nothing, too. Just got here, you know? I figured I'd just sort them out later." He said gesturing to his mess of suitcases and bags that were spilled out on his bed. He approached the bespectacled man and extended his arm, gesturing for a handshake. "Eduard, right? S'okay with you if I call you Eddy?" He asked, grinning a bit. "What year are you in? Where you from?"
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Post by Eduard Von Bock on Jun 8, 2011 10:07:12 GMT -5
Eduard took his new roommate's hand for a decent handshake, replying, " Yea, guess you can call me Eddy if want. I'm a junior and I'm from Estonia..and you?" Having finished the shake by then. Eduard also quickly evaluated his roommate and found that he seemed like a decent guy to have around but not exactly sure why. This could be interesting, he couldn't help but think to himself.He knew that he was shy but polite enough at least to try to continue a conversation. It was good to make some friends around here..
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jun 9, 2011 9:13:32 GMT -5
The young German grinned at the response. It was nice that this guy was open to nicknames. Good sign. "Heh. Well, Eddy, I'm from Germany. I've heard some good things about Estonia. Seems like a nice place. Haven't been to it though. The Baltic Nations never really did seem to cross my family's mind when searching for a vacation spot." The white-haired Junior said.
By this point, the handshake ceased and Gilbert took a seat on a chair. Across from Eduard. Gilbert decided to talk some more. "So, I don't know if you know or not but the other tenant here happens to be my brother. Before coming here, he said he had to do something and bolted off. Heh. You'd think he'd at least drop off his things first, right? You'll like him. He's a lot scarier than me but nicer, too." Gilbert said mischievously.
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Post by Eduard Von Bock on Jun 9, 2011 9:32:23 GMT -5
"Hm, I think you should definitely visit sometime, it's a lovely place. As for Germany, I've heard good things about there, I may go there one of these days. Though I can understand why it hasn't crossed many people's mind to visit my home," Eduard responded. He knew that a lot of people hadn't even heard of Estonia, nonetheless even wanted to go. But still he loved his country a lot and wanted more people to see it.
Hearing about Gilbert's brother made him a little nervous but he tried to stay a bit calm, " Ah I kind of thought you two might be related. Well, the scary part has me a little uh..nervous to be honest but I suppose it'll be fine as long as he's nice. You're not implying that you're mean..are you?" Eduard asked with admittedly what could be interpreted as a small smirk.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jun 10, 2011 7:54:50 GMT -5
The white-haired Junior smiled, happy that Eduard was able to pick up on that. He gave that unique mischievous laugh of his. "Kesesese. I'm not openly mean. I play pranks on everyone all the time but most don't know who's doing it. It's usually either me or my twin sister. She's just as awesome as me." Gilbert said, a big grin on his face. Almost proud his sister was as bad as he was.
"You seem like a nice guy," the German continued. "You're probably less likely to be targeted by my sister. Much less by me since you now know me personally. But always keep your guard up. You never know." Gilbert said, an almost evil grin on his face. There was an obvious ill intent in his red eyes. His expression was quickly replaced, however, by a haughty smile. "So, Eddy, tell me about yourself." the young man asked his bespectacled roommate.
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Post by Eduard Von Bock on Jun 11, 2011 15:30:48 GMT -5
"Well that is definitely good to know, thanks for the heads up, " Eduard replied more than a little wary of the look that he saw coming into his roommates' eyes. He was pretty certain that he would indeed be pranked at some point, if not very soon according to the look that he saw. He was going to have to be fairly vigilant around Gilbert and whoever his sister was.
"Hm..about me? I really don't have too much to say. I really like technology, grew up with it in the family. Um I like music, books, walks, traveling, and trying different things. I can't really say there's much about me that's particularly interesting," he admitted with a vaguely down look briefly. " But I really don't care to talk about myself. " He was being honest in regards to that, he didn't like talking about himself, it made him feel rather awkward for some reason.
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Post by Natalia Arlovskaya on Jun 11, 2011 17:51:07 GMT -5
Natalia dragged a large suitcase behind her with ease, her eyes flicking between the room numbers -- with an inaudible sigh she reached the right one and pushed against the half-open door. Her nails were splayed against the wood as she tilted her head, hearing voices from within.
Rolling her eyes, the Belorussian girl kicked a foot viciously against the door and dropped her heavy bag onto the floor -- in order to make her presence known. She held her head up high, her dark eyes shifting between the two...boys.
"Pryvitannie," she said, her voice flat.
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Post by Eduard Von Bock on Jun 11, 2011 18:52:55 GMT -5
Eduard looked up to see a girl having just entered the room rather loudly, he must admit. "Uh..Hello." He didn't know about this other roommate whatsoever. She must've arrived a little bit later than the others. Nonetheless it was his duty to be as polite as he could in a situation like this. "..I'm Eduard, Nice to meet you."
There was something about the girl that was a little bit..intimidating? He wasn't sure how to describe the feeling he had, but Eduard knew that this rooming situation had just become a whole lot more uneasy.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jun 12, 2011 2:41:19 GMT -5
A sudden gush of wind brushed past Gilbert's white hair as he heard the door slam open. A strange ominous presence made itself known behind the young German. Surprised, he turned around, half-expecting it to be Ludwig in a bad mood, but found a woman. She had silver hair, a decorative bow placed cutely atop her head. She was quite pretty in Gilbert's opinion. It was just the air surrounding her. It felt threatening.
Ludwig mentioned the fourth tenant was a freshman girl. She certainly looked older than a freshman. But if the beauty truly was a freshman then she was a bit too young for the hopeful German. Gilbert sighed inwardly. If only she was a year older. Still, they were going to be seeing each other often since they were roommates. He heard Eduard introduce himself first.
Taking his lead, Gilbert approached the straight-faced freshman and gave a smug grin. "Hello. Gilbert Beilschmidt." he said, waiting for her response.
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Post by Natalia Arlovskaya on Jun 13, 2011 23:50:27 GMT -5
Natalia’s eyes flicked immediately to the one in glasses, and she couldn’t help but sneer ever so slightly. So a nerd, then. She didn’t think that someone who looked like a total shut-in would be royalty. Or was he of her level? Was he royalty? The girl couldn’t remember the details she had been given on the way to the dorms, but she usually didn’t bother to keep information about other people. This Eduard certainly didn’t look the part.
‘Now, Natalya, I want you to make friends. Please be nice to the other kids, will you? For your papa?’
Recalling her father’s words – and inwardly sighing again; as if she would want to associate with anyone from the snobby class – the Belorussian nodded her head formally. “Natalia. Bother me and you’ll have a slit throat in the morning.” Her voice was cold, though she didn’t see anything wrong with her tone. Or her threat. It was normal. She didn’t even think of it as a threat. Just something to say. People were used to it.
It didn’t even really matter that she was a freshman and these idiots were most likely upperclassmen. She could hold her own just fine. She didn’t need anyone else.
Except Vanya.
Natalia snapped her head towards the other boy, her eyes narrowed. “What are you staring at?” she asked harshly. “Beilschmidt, are you?” She knew this name; that was the surname of that bitch who had captured Ivan’s interest. Ivan was hers, not that Prussian’s!
The Belorussian stomped forward and jabbed a finger at Gilbert’s chest, glaring up at him. It didn’t matter that she was a full head shorter; her anger made her seem taller. “Tell that sister of yours to back off of my Vanya!”
[Angry muse is angry ^^;;]
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jun 14, 2011 5:13:02 GMT -5
In retrospect, even if Natalia were a year older Gilbert would never even think of trying to hit on her. It seems like she had the personality to match the aura of dread that surrounded her. Her voice was cold. One would believe she seriously meant what she said. The white-haired Junior brought his hand to his throat and gulped dry air in nervousness. He'd have to take her word for it.
A bead of sweat formed on the side of his head, regretting walking up to her. Her gaze immediately shot to Gilbert. Gilbert flinched, expecting her to punch him in the throat or something. She shot him a nasty look and jabbed her finger into the young German's chest with force that could bruise. "Tell that sister of yours to back off of my Vanya!" she exclaimed angrily. Gilbert winced. She drove her sharp nail deeper into his skin when she said 'sister'.
The third year took a step back, the pain being inflicted on his chest lifted as he did so. He brought his hand to the spot and rubbed it a bit. It stung. He gave a look of surprise and confusion to the silver-haired girl. "W-What? What about Maria? V-Vanya?" he stammered in confusion and intimidation. He didn't know where she was from let alone what language she was using. It sounded Russian but he couldn't be sure.
He felt he should have just said yes and leave it at that. Every word this girl was said with the intention of murder. He turned his head to Eduard who was probably as scared as he was if Gilbert wasn't. He mouthed the word 'Help' as he still felt Natalia's icy glare directed at him.
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Post by Eduard Von Bock on Jun 14, 2011 9:28:31 GMT -5
Eduard found himself making a mental note to surely leave this girl, Natalia alone. Definitely not a friendly sort at all, he thought to himself. And perhaps he might have been relieved not to have been directed the brunt of Natalia's apparent aggressiveness. Having caught Gilbert's mouthing 'Help', he wasn't sure what he could even do in this situation. He didn't know who this Vanya guy was and why he was so important to Natalia, so he just responded to 'Just say yes and move away , as soon as possible.' This rooming situation definitely had took a turn for the terrifiying at this point. There was no telling what this Natalia would do and it was best not to underestimate the freshman, thus leaving Eduard to just remain silent until she went to put her things away.
Ugh, this school seemed to not to be worth the effort. He saw that he would have to dedicate serious time into avoiding certain situations. This was not what he had planned for this whatsoever and the dread of attending this place was really starting to get to him for the first time. And there was always this girl, his mind turned back to, who seemed to not give a crap about anything but this Vanya person, this terrifying girl. As if he needed another person to be afraid of.
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