Don't call my name, don't call my name.

[Kitteh]

Today was as mundane as most of his days; nothing special or out of the ordinary. Oh, well there was that thing Graeme mentioned. Ah, he could not remember for the life of him. What was happening today that was such a big deal? No matter, he was sure Graeme would come in barking a reminder in due time.

The tall brunette was seated comfortably on the sofa, planted before a small easel on which was a large pallet of paper. He was carefully making light strokes with his pencil; never erasing, but rather encircling each mistake with a new line creating a rather messy image. His green eyes were suddenly concealed with an angry, lowered lid. His eyebrows were clenched in the most hideous way possible as he snapped his pencil in half.
“Disastrous,” he mumbled, “It’s completely disastrous.”

The young man was obviously disgruntled and very unsatisfied with his work. This was typical behavior of the moody youth; he was always frustrated at something or other. Graeme usually could soothe all of this pent-up anger with, well, let’s be honest: favors of a carnal nature, of course. Did they not soothe everyone?

Kail was dressed comfortably in loose jeans and a slightly snug black tank top. He wasn’t wearing any shoes; but his socks were still on. Various jewelry and tattoos adorned his mildly tanned flesh—he was your regular badass moody artist. And he did this persona very, very well.

With all of this things strewn about the room, he was sure Graeme would be here in no time to chew his ass. If only it was in a more literal sense, then all would be well. In fact, he would welcome this ass-chewing with vigor and enthusiasm.

After a few moments staring at the image, he took it off of the easel and crumpled it, throwing it on the floor without care. “Hmph.”

 

[Moria]

RE: Dont call my name, dont call my name.

Today was the day. After finding himself bunking with others, for the sake of not living on the streets, Moria came across an ad for a spare room and at a price he could afford. Being but a senior in college, bills were piling up and the thought of living on his own, with a meager salary was laughable. Gathering what essential items needed, he would make the short journey from his current living area to the apartment.

With a slender and toned, athletic body, the twenty-one year old male arrived in a relatively short amount of time. Standing in front of the elevator, dark brown eyes would peer to the white lights above the double doors, soon becoming impatient as it seemed to remain fixed on its current floor. A grin would creep upon the male's face, content for once that his parents pushed him into track and field, knowing that despite his dislike of it at the time, he was truly gifted. With two evenly distributed duffel bags under each arm, Moria would head for the staircase, kicking the red door as it swung open. Counting down in his head, once zero came about, he would start off, taking leaps and bounds up the staircase, in a moment's notice, he found himself on the fourth floor.

Stepping out into the hallway, a cold chill blew past him, as he would glance over to a nearby window that was left ajar. From what he gathered of his two new roommates, they were friendly enough, and not to mention a sight for sore eyes. On top of the cheap price for the room, a chance at either of them was what compelled him to take them up on their offer. Now, standing before the door, Moria would set his bags down onto the marble floor. Standing at 6',1", the dark-skinned male would begin to adjust his clothing. Wearing a pair of navy blue jeans and a white polo shirt, he took care of his appearance, lest others view him as unkept or homely. That being said, he would dig into his rear pocket, producing a comb that he'd soon put to good use. Slowly, the short-haired male would groom himself, not wanting his roommates to find any cause to dismiss him. After assuming that all was well, he'd tuck the comb back into his pocket and ring the doorbell.

"Relax. Take a deep breath. They aren't going to eat you. You'll make it here..." He thought to himself, trying to settle his nerves a bit.

 

[Nikolai]

Sure enough, as though on cue, the moment the scrap of paper hit the floor the novelist was in the doorway, issuing yet another reprimand in Kail’s direction. ”I just straightened up the living room,” he said gently, more intent on the second half of his nagging. ”I’d really appreciate it if you got all your stuff out of the spare room before our roommate actually gets here.” Well versed in the art of handling Kail when it came to tasks that the artist found less than favorable, he was using a tactic that avoided directly commanding him to do his bidding but instead was a reminder that he prayed would be heeded. He swept up the discarded piece of artwork in a graceful sweeping motion and disposed of it properly in the trash bin that was not two feet from the couch.

Graeme was tall and slender, but finely muscled throughout his body, giving him the pleasantly aesthetic physique of a dancer. He was clothed in the only manner he found suitable, which today included a pair of trim slacks that were dark in color paired with a gray shawl cardigan over a white dress shirt. He was never without shoes, so of course on his feet he sported a pair of dark brown leather shoes. When the door rang the usually collected male straightened up quickly, his eyes widening. He took a moment to dust his fingers over Kail’s shoulder as he hurried past, giving him a firm pinch to prompt him to rise out of politeness, though knowing it would likely be futile.

"Kail, come say hello," he called, settling his hand on the doorknob without turning around.

He swept the door open grandly, revealing to Moria the main living area of the apartment, which was modest in size and cluttered with the things he had managed to entice Kail to move from one of the two bedrooms. There had been a long argument over who would have to sleep in the living room and Graeme’s winning card had been that he not only footed more than half the rent but also furnished most of the apartment while Kail blew his money on things Graeme found frivolous.

He took in Moria’s appearance with a sweep of his blue eyes tinged steely gray, his facial features arranged in an attentive look of interest; he had known from their initial meeting that Moria was comely, but was pleasantly surprised to find that he was a bit shorter though not obnoxiously so. It was a difference Graeme found particularly attractive, as well as the difference in the hues of their skin when he extended his hand, ghostly pale, to be clasped in greeting before he offered to take his bags.

”How was your trip? Let me help you with your stuff.” He reached politely for one of the bags at their feet, then stepped aside to allow Moria entry. "Please come in!" His smile was charming, his eyes welcoming, his arms hung loosely at his sides and his shoulders lax. He radiated the image of kind elegance.

 

[Kitteh]

Kail fixed his gaze on some unknown spot on the ceiling, intentionally ignoring Graeme. That is, until and unpleasant little feeling was felt on his tender skin, and then he suddenly became more upset than usual (if such a thing was possible).

"Hey!"

As if Graeme was on another planet rather than just a few steps in front of him, Kail screamed bloody murder at the little tweak of his tender cheek. He couldn't believe he had done that; not only was it a completely feminine attack, but it was also just flat out rude. How dare he pinch his face? It was totally uncalled for.

"What the fuck! Come over here and start a fight like a man, you pussy!"

The brunette's brows were furrowed in an ugly scowl; he looked as though he could explode. Luckily the youth refrained from punching his friend, but rather just pulled a cigarette from the little box in his pocket. Graeme couldn't stand when he smoked inside. Kail smirked inwardly; he could be so horribly childish. He deliberately lit the end, and inhaled deeply from the little object, staring at Graeme from the corner of his eye.

Puffing away, he ignored Graeme's beckoning, as well as the new roommate's entry. After a few moments, though, he did forfeit the juvenile dispute, and agreed to greet their new roommate. Shrugging, he stuffed his free hand in his pocket, and nodded his head in a primitive gesture of welcoming.

"I'm Kail." The words came out as though it pained the man to say them.

 

[Moria]

Moria felt his nerves on end, eyes darting down towards the floor as the sound of his new roommates from within were first heard. Having only met Graeme once before, he would look the male over with steady eyes, taking in every facet of his physical features. It was, to say the least, pleasing to his eye, and at the extension of his hand, he would follow suit with a warm shake. "The trip wasn't too bad. Got here pretty quick, actually..." Moria responded, soon releasing his hand and gazing around the living area. Thanks for the offer," he would add, allowing one of his bags to be taken inside. After finding himself constantly moving back and forth from home to home, it was comforting to have somewhere to call his own, he thought to himself.

At that, his darkened hues would focus onto his other roommate, finding him in stark contrast to Graeme, but nonetheless appealing in his own unique way. Watching as he puffed at the cigarette, Moria would begin to cough, not used to the smell of smoke.

Nice to meet you, Kail. I'm Moria, by the way. Thanks for having me here. If it wasn't for you two, I'd barely get by. If there's anything I can do around here to help out, I'll do without hesitation," he uttered, setting his other bag aside while looking around the room once or twice.

 

[Nikolai]

”No problem, Moira,” replied the dark haired male, standing a few paces behind him in front of the window, his hair illuminated at its edges in a rich chocolate brown, the flyaway curls framing his face momentarily lending him a cherubic expression. One careful turn of his white face and it was gone, his face arranged in a look of irritation, his eyes shards of eyes as they regarded Kail and the cigarette that was beginning to stink up the entire living area. In one clipped motion he plucked the object from Kail’s fingers, but he was looking at Moria, making the action seem even more offhanded though he was very deliberate in the graceful way he moved his body. “If there’s anything we can do to help you get settled, just let us know.

If you’re hungry, we can order some Chinese,”[/b] he laughed lightly.

He ground the end of the cigarette into a class of what appeared to be tea or coffee on the end table, and he turned towards the kitchen. It would probably seem an odd suggestion, perhaps an indication that Graeme was without cooking skills despite his effort to appear well rounded; he was resigned to the fact that no matter how hard he tried, he would never be able to cook for himself and took, instead, a great liking in eating foods that could be delivered. The pair spent many a night eating pizzas and fried rice.

He curled his fingers more tightly through the curved handle of the mug and turned towards the kitchen, intent on dumping and rinsing out the cup he held.

 

[Kitteh]

Kail was decidedly not pleased with Graeme, as was painfully obvious by the hideous look on his face. His scowl was so distorted and sinister looking that it appeared to be positively inhuman. Enraged, Kail swung his fist in the air like a Neanderthal; it was quite the embarrassing scene. And as was per his nature, Kail was to be sure that Graeme did not win the argument.

"What the hell!" he shouted, obviously not concerned with the surely undesirable impression he was making on their new roommate. He would have pulled out another cigarette, but he was broke as it was, and he just didn't have the cash to buy anymore at the moment. He wouldn't let Graeme so rudely waste another of his precious children.

He smoothed a paint-stained hand through his dark locks, sighing deeply in defeat. "Well, whatever we decide we better hurry up and do it 'cause I'm fucking starving."

So crude.