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Infernal Halls [ A campus roleplay. Everyone is welcome. ]

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Bre looked at him and quirked a brow, putting her right hand on her right hip. "Yeah this is MY room. Who're you? The inspector?" She giggled playfully, and looked down at his paper. "Ooooh you're a student...Sorry." She chuckled nervously, placing her left hand behind her head, scratching as if there was nothing else to do. "So, yeah, this is my room. Why?" The door was cracked halfway open, her side was the typical rocker room; posters, music cds all over the place, her bedsheets were black and white, but the only thing out of place, was her clothes weren't all over the floor. They were neatly placed into a hamper, and her bed was made.​
 
Keeran almost melted with relief as he heard that this was his roommate. After glancing into the room he introduced himself, "Well.." he stuck out his hand to shake (consequentially, causing the sleeve of his fine black silk shirt to pull back just a fraction too much, making his long-limbed body look even more awkward and gangly), "I'm your new roommate! Keeran Everwood, nice to meet you!"
The boy's grin looked in danger of breaking free of the confines of his face and bursting out to lengths unknown as he waited to find out the name of the girl he'd be rooming with. A girl, he thought to himself in amazement, I'm rooming with a GIRL! And she's smokin hot!
 
Bre looked at his hand, he seemed to be quite the gentleman if he didn't tackle her with a tight gripped hug. She took her hand and placed it within his, shaking slowly. "Breanne...But you could just call me Bre. Everyone else does." She stood there, just shaking his hand which seemed like it was forever, just wondering what he was thinking about that his smile nearly tore his lips in two separate halves.​
 
He disengaged his grip from hers after a few increasingly awkward moments, an embarrassed flush bringing a red tint to his black cheeks. He looked at her with his remarkable eyes and shrugged, as if that was some personal mannerism that only those who took the time to get to know him understood. Pulling his bag up over his shoulder (It looked remarkably heavy in the arms of the scrawny boy) and headed into the room, spying the second bed and placing his luggage down next to it.
"So, Bre," he began as he started unpacking his clothes, sounding as if the name felt odd in his mouth like an unexpected ball of wax instead of a piece of chewing gum, "Tell me about yourself."
 
Bre walked into the room, plopping on her bed, just watching him. "What's there to know? I'm eighteen, a Neko, I like video games, music, art, literature, being different, and sleeping." She laughed and shrugged, throwing her hands up as far as they could go considering her elbows were resting on her thighs. Bre watched Keeran, and then opened her mouth again. "Your turn. Spill."​
 
"Well," he began, looking up at the ceiling while he pondered how to begin. There was something disconcerting about his luggage, perhaps how he kept pulling stacks of clothes out of the bag almost as big as the container itsself without it ever noticably deflating. "My mother was a Moon Elf, my father was a Drow Elf," he said a bit uncertainly, seemingly unused to people being interested in his story, "I'm seventeen, and I like most of the stuff you said. Especially literature, I love reading philosophy."
Almost on cue, he started pulling out stacks of books, some by Plato, some by Aristotle, some by Francis Schaeffer, while others were by less 'deep' authors like Orson Scott Card, Larry Niven, Terry Pratchett, Douglas Adams, and Kurt Vonnegut. "I never had the chance to play many video games, although I always enjoyed them. My parents were very strict about electronics in the house, they're a bit traditionalist. They thought the natural magics were all that was needed in life. Kinda why they sent me here, actually, to learn how to use my powers more effectively. This school is said to be renowned for its ability to tutor specially-powered individuals, elementals, and all kinds of different beings."
 
Bre stared on, listening to his story. "So, you're not a pure blood, in a sense...But you're pure elf?" She made a confused look and then laughed. "My mother and father are both Nekos...All I can really say about them is that they gave me a little too much freedom." She shrugged and watched as he unpacked. "You seem like you're living here already, what with all your belongings in your luggage, or I'm imagining so." Bre smiled and looked at him, just pondering him over. "I'll have to show you my video game collection. I'm sure your parents would hate me." Bre giggled and turned over in her bed to grab two duffel bags full of nothing but video games. "I have every type of video game known to man. Action, Horror, Rpg, MMORPG, First person shooter, pretty much anything you ask, I've got."​
 
"That's right," he replied, "pure elf". Keeran took the opportunity to quickly see how the girl's hindquarters looked. When she turned around to face him he was finishing pulling a book shelf out of his duffel bag, which he then began to carefully balance against the wall. After hearing her list of genres, he scurried over to sit on the bed with her and peer into the duffel bags with her. His eyes practically sparkled with naive wonder and his mouth was agape at the vast selection of games. "Wow..." he murmured. His quiet and meek attitude shifted from 1st gear to 6th gear, though, as a torrent of excited questions spilled out of his mouth, "So you have every kind of game, Bre? Do they really make hentai games? My friend Draan said he had one, but he never showed it to me and I always assumed he was lying. What's a first person shooter? Is that one of those games where you use guns and shoot other people? I always thought those looked really fun!"
 
"Well, Hentai games, I believe they do make. But those are the only acceptance to games I don't have, nor play. But if you want, I could try to get some for you. Just don't tell your parents." She laughed and set the duffel bags onto her bed as she got up and stretches, mewing slightly. Bre looked over at her radio and then smiled back at Keeran. "What kind of music do you like?" She picked up her cd's, and shuffled through them until he mentioned something that she had.

[[ Sorry, went out and ran some errands, got lunch, responded to messages while I was afk, and was brainstorming about what to respond with. ]]​
 
"You'd really get some for me?" he asked in surprise, sounding as if this gracious of a gift was something so foreign to his way of thinking that his mind had trouble wrapping itsself around it. "And you wouldn't be uncomfortable doing that? Knowing I have them?"
He paused at her comment on music, "Oh... um, I guess rock. I don't know a whole lot about music, because of my parents' restrictions. If I wanted to listen to music, I had to go to the town square and listen to the bards and minstrels."

((It's okay, I took the time to look for a RP partner for me and my fiance. We're looking to have an RP threesome soon.))
 
"Well, I'd be a little uncomfortable, but hey, it's your games. It's what you like. Just don't go on and tell me you like to watch porn and don't care who hears it." She laughed and shook a finger at him, then continued to look back at her music collection. "As you could see, I was a spoiled brat back at home. I got anything I wanted, which is probably causing me to act like a child, because I never had a chance to do anything for myself while I had to entertain others." Bre looked around the room, just now feeling guilty of her greedy nature, but then again she didn't ask for ALL of this stuff, just a couple games, a couple cd's and maybe to get her hair dyed once or twice a year. "Alright, I'll put on some Five Finger Death Punch, just to see how you'll like it."​
 
He nodded briefly, watching his new roomate flit back and forth across the room. "What kind of music is Five Finger Death Punch?" he asked cautiously, unsure of how he felt listening to a band that talked about the kind of things that the name suggested. Sure, his new roommate was hot, but was she possibly a little crazy?
 
[[ Click the link. I made a name link to one of their songs. ]]

Bre smiled and shrugged. "Rock, metal? In between? I just like the sound, and their lyrics are deep. They're not bad though." Bre sat next to Keeran and smiled as the music played on. "Maybe it's not your style then. I could really corrupt you if you'd let me. Make your parents put a warrant out for my arrest." Bre giggled and fell backwards, laying on her bed, her arms flew above her head.​
 
Keeran quickly observed the interesting effect that the series of motions his roommate had performed had on her breasts, and then decided 'when in Rome' and laid down beside her with his hands clasped over his stomach. "I kinda like them..." he admitted after a few grudging minutes of silence, "I've never heard of the instruments they're using, though. What are they?"
 
"Guitars and drums. Think of a heavier, more gothic style of a cello, or a violin, but you play with your fingers and something they call a "pic". It's like a tiny triangular piece of plastic that's made for playing across strings, just like a violin, except it's nothing like a bow." She looked over to him and smiled. "I'm corrupting you already, huh?" Bre laughed and held her left hand over her stomach, she laying there, closing her eyes and relaxing.​
 
"Well," he replied, laughing at her, "Whatever you're doing to me, I'm having a blast!"
He glanced over at her cute face and bit his bottom lip in consideration. "Could I... could I play with your ears?" he asked curiously, in such a shy tone that he could barely be heard.
 
"Hm? I suppose so. There's no harm in that." Bre smiled and moved her head over closer to Keeran. "What enjoyment would you get out of this exactly?" She giggled, and smirked, looking into Keerans eyes.​
 
He stared back into her eyes nervously. She's right there the metaphorical devil on his shoulder urged him, Just lean over and kiss her. Maybe she'll like it!"
He pushed the man with the proverbial pitchfork away and reached out with his left hand, slowly stroking her ear the way one might do to a full-blooded cat. "They just look so cute," he replied, only the slightest tremble audible in his voice, "I had to ask!"
 
Bre laughed softly and turned on her side, facing towards him. She placed her right hand on her hip and smiled. "I see. Anything else about me that's just so cute?" She was of course now teasing him, but she couldn't help it, the way he fell infatuated with the cuteness of her ears, it was just so damn easy to make him nervous about being around a girl.​
 
He stared into her eyes, entranced by being this close... laying on a woman's bed. "Well.. you have a nice body," he began, rubbing her ears in a smooth but slightly mechanical motion, "A pretty face... a cute laugh."
 
Bre smiled and blushed a little. "So, you ARE a little pervert after all", of course she was just teasing him now, but then again, weren't all guys perverts at one point? "Let's go do something. Instead of just sitting here in this room all day."​
 
His face was plum purple (the dark elf equivalent of being red as a beet) as he sat up. "I'm not a pervert!" he exclaimed angrily, "I just... Just dunno how to talk to girls... S'pecially pretty ones..." his anger cooled into an embarassed meekness, but he perked up again. "Go somewhere?" he asked, "Like a date?"

((Speaking of which, me and my fiance are getting ready for one, so I might be a bit unresponsive.))
 
"Hm, not exactly a date. Just to hang out. Not a date yet. Maybe eventually." Bre nodded and got up, turning off the music. She put on her black hoodie, and shoes. "Chop chop Keeran!" Bre giggled again and headed for the door.​
 
Keeran hopped to his feet and went off after her. "Coming Bre!" he shouted as he caught up. Walking alongisde her, practically floating on air (he knew the feeling, and this was very similar) at the prospect of the possibility of a future date he asked her, "So, what are we gonna do?"
 
"We're going to the mall. Shopping." A little secret, she was going to let him pick out whatever Hentai games he wanted, as many as he wanted. "I've got a friend here. I can help you out with some....games." Bre smirked and looked to him, placing her hands in her pockets. She looked down and watched as her feet fell right in front of the other. "One, two, one, two..." she said to herself and giggled.​
 
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