Room 105

[immy]

(Ohhoho! Is that an Iggy I spy as one of the dormmates? )

Ugh. . .The flight to America and the taxi cab ride was horrible. The airline food was revolting, Mason had to sit beside one of those people who snored loud enough to shake the Earth, and the "short cut" the taxi driver had told the Asian boy about had gotten them lost for about 2 hours. The boy regretted the very moment that he agreed with his parents to attend this "special" boarding school, for kids like himself, so he could hone his "abilities" and make them useful.

The only problem was, Mason couldn't think of what would be a reason for him to leave. It wasn't like he did any major damage to anyone or anything. Sure, if that other guy had stopped disturbing Mason's peace when he "politely" asked him to leave him be, the other kid wouldn't have to be sent away to the hospital with minor 3rd degree burns. Or, Mason was sure that the burning of a part of a local school wasn't his fault either. Nonetheless, it all resulted in Mason now having to live in America around other "freaks" just like him.

After having his taxi driver finally find where Asher Academy was, Mason tipped his driver respectably and dragged his luggage to the dorm rooms. The "nice" receptionist lady, though Mason wrinkled his nose at that drag she was wearing, happily told him his room number, handed him a key to his room, and just continued to smile at him as Mason walked off. The Asian boy vowed to help that woman one day; perhaps giving her a tip about what people wear in the 20th century.

"Err. . .One-oh-Five?. . .is. . ." Speaking out loud, with his rock gargling accent, Mason finally found his room after a half a hour searching for it. The Asian shoved the key into the door knob and opened the door to see...

"No one's hear yet?. . ." Looking around and down to see if there were any shoes on the ground, Mason slipped his own shoes off and left them near the door way as he vowed to find the bedroom. "First dibs on beds!", Mason thought as he entered the room and look at the 4 beds before him. Thinking it was too hard to choose himself, he threw his luggage onto 3 of the beds and plopped onto one, nearest the window, for himself. "First come, first served!" He smirked to himself as he closed his eyes to snooze for a while.

[iggy]

Arthur thanked god once he had the chance to visit his dorms. The bloody flight here to get to this school of imbeciles was just awful and the fact that he to ride with all; oh, not just one, no of course just let the poor Brit suffer, of his siblings made it even worse. The kicking in the back of the chair, the dreadful and hideous screaming and conversations he had managed somehow to survive through the hours, had him growing in to utter insanity he could swear it. Without parental supervision to watch his immature siblings made it even worse too! Heavens, might as well kill him if not put him in a different plane why don't you!?

And guess what? This was not even the worst part either. The worst part was that he was on his way to a boarding school (most likely just filled with idiots waiting for him) to America. Oh bloody hell, it had to America, did it?! Just the beautiful place filled with dirty slimey wankers that won't know the word 'learned' from 'learnt', oh yes. This is 'EXACTLY' just the most 'marvelous' place to send a gentleman like him to. Really. Thank you, mum and Thank you dad. Like he had a true option, any matter. But honestly, if he hadn't go he'd probably get a law suit from his brothers for burning the school somehow or something, so... It was the better option.

And everything was at least slightly better now. Once they reached the school Arthur quickly ran away and the others quickly separated to look around, and as for Arthur, he ran went off and about to find his dorm room, so maybe could at least have some peace, for a while. At least he hoped there'd be a couple civilized people in there. So now, like the gentleman would, he properly went off now walking in the halls to search for his dorm. One, he hoped tranquility would be found.

"Room 105...Room 105...For god sake there's too many of these doors to even try finding it..." Persisting his search, murming something on how stupid Americans were, he squinted his eyes once he finally discovered where his dorm was and hurriedly ran (the suitcases were bloody heavy) a couple feet away. Noticing the door was opened already, he raised a brow a little irked, as he had a reason to make his presence known once he walked in. "You can't just bloody leave the door like this you know," He spoke closing it, searching the room. "It's rude and who knows who'll come in?" Turning his head at the other's direction.

"Oh, and what's this?!" The Brit said putting his hands to his hips noticing the both snoozing figure, and suitcases on the beds. It was obvious, it was his it looked like no one else came in yet. How rude of him to just let them on his bed like it's his property! "And aren't you suppose to know that you can't just leave your things anywhere that you please? There are other people coming in besides you. Have some manners, and take them off!"

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yes, yes, it is! 8'DDD

and sorry if i sound so not-england-ish. i just started playing him again and it's been so long. ;^^^;

[immy]

(Nah, it's all good! I laughed while reading your post, and that's not a bad thing! ( ﾟヮﾟ) )

"Oi!" Mason jerked himself upright, sitting cross-legged on his bed as he rubbed his eyes. "Who gives you the right to suddenly be the boss around here, you wank-!" Just as he was about to curse, Mason removed his hands from his eyes as they located the prick that woke him up.

Mason was staring dead at the blonde boy that had just walked in. The hint of an accent made Mason acute to the fact that this annoying bastard was definitely a Brit. The terribly bossy attitude of his and his dress style, which Mason noted that it was as if he was blind when picking something to wear for the day, verified his suspicions. But, what Mason hated terribly was those revolting fuzzy "caterpillars" just above his eyes! Instinctively, Mason touched his own pair and judged out of the 2 of them, his weren't as terrible as the other's were.

"Oh fine. . .Bushy Brows! If you want a bed!", Mason frowned as he flung one of his pieces luggage, specifically his backpack that Mason will be using for school, from the bed farthest away from his own and placed that one onto his own bed. "There's your bloody bed! And, if it's not up to your "English" standards, too bad!"

Sitting onto his own bed, cross-legged again with his back against his dormmate, Mason started to unzip his bag and slowly take out his belongings. He fished around until he found his panda-skin iPod, placing the ear buds into the respected ear & clicked play, one of his multitude of panda plushies, placing his precious onto his lap, and his handy, dandy box of firecrackers. Though he'd probably be expelled for having these things on school ground; But heck, there were people out there are could blow up entire buildings with just an eyeblink (possibly), so it shouldn't be that bad to bring his "babies" with him to school, right?

With his favorite things on in his possession, Mason laid onto his back with his iPod on full volume, his panda plushie sitting on his stomach, and twirling one of his firecrackers that he just took out from the box.

[iggy]

Lord, oh great this flatmate was a fighter. He had been only in the dorm for less then five minutes and he had already known that this room was going to be another living hell waiting to happen. How dare the boy raise his tone on him! Who the bloody hell does he think he is, not only did he seem irresponsible he was also disrespectful to elders! Not that he was old or anything but dammit, he deserved some quality respect. At first Arthur glared at the smaller figure, with one of those stares that a parent would give whenever their child would get something wrong-- but when the the other continued his tantrums he could only groan, close his eyes, and pinch the middle of his nose. My god this reminded him too much of his siblings, already... Even though, it wouldn't take it anymore lighter like he would did with them. Teach the bleeding boy manners, maybe he'd learn something.

"And just who gives you the right to do and say whatever you please, you barmpot?" ...If only it'd work if he'd learn some manners himself. Arthur looked back at him and tried to look mature again, after raising his voice. Confusing, when he saw him again the boy was rubbing his eyebrows strangely, and staring at him. Bloody eck' he better not be looking at his! B-Because there's nothing wrong with them at all! N-Nothing! He's probably just realizing how's barmy he's been and going to apologize, that's all. Y-Yeah, of course it is-- Wrong. When the other male spoke again, Arthur's eyes twitched. "It's been less then a minute since I got here, and your already a nuisance to me already, dear god I was really better off in the halls..." Listening to the other speak made Arthur want to just go back home. Why, out of all the dorms and people, he had to be with this little rascal? Honestly, kids these days have no respect...

Arthur watched as the annoyance yelled back at him and grab his stuff fumbling with his bag. Really, he thought that was going to settle all of this? I think not! Oh, Arthur was just getting started. He was infuriated enough from the start to even think of stopping this conflict. Besides bloody hell, this boy was rude; he won't just sit there like he's won the game. Ignoring the rest of the other's speech the Brit threw his stuff around the bed then sat down on it, facing directly right at the other examining his stuff. "And what the hell is this?" He asked quickly squinting his eyes. "Honestly do kids have respect nowadays? T-Take those earbuds, we're not finished yet! And what do you think those are..Are those...Are those fireworks?! Your not suppose to have those! Ugh. Look, if you can just act proper maybe we won't end up killing ourselves at the end of the year..." Even if Arthur really thought he was helping...He was only making it worse. The first meet with one of his dormmates...Was already the baddest impression he could ever make.

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...ahah..ARE U SURE IM NOT SUCKING AHH /is a naggy arthur ;AA;. and sorry ziz is late i was busy yesterday, so i sneaked on tonight to post~ just for youuu~~~

[immy]

(I should apologize that I was unable to post yesterday. . .m(_ _)m 
Truly sorry to make you wait.)

Despite having his music on full blast in his ears, Mason could hear almost everyone the other boy was saying, no matter how hard to tried to distract himself from the annoying tone of the voice that the Brit was speaking in. "Tch. . .Annoying prick. . .Why must everyone be like this, in America?. . ."

Mason, unable to contain himself, wretched his ear phones out and sat up on his bed, his plushie rolling away from him and landing onto the floor. With one of his prized possessions swinging about in his left hand, he stared at at the other boy. "Yea, it's a firework. What are you gonna do about it?" Mason smirked as he tossed the red thing from one hand to another, until it finally landed back into his left hand.

"And, you're saying that I'm acting improper? Who's the one that stomps into the room, screaming on the top of his lungs while exclaiming that I, who was innocently taking a nap was awoken to." It took a lot Mason to not be pissed off that the brat, not to start any fights on the first day meeting him, but now, he was ticked off at when the other had exclaimed that he wanted everything to be "proper" when it was before he arrived.

After enveloping his right hand with red flames, Mason left his left hand unlit, as it was still holding the firecracker. "It's people like you, who act likes pricks & tick me off, that I wish I never came to America. So bloody annoying!" He was now standing up on his bed, as he held his right hand up into a pose. He really was considering punching the other right then and there, but Mason was curious to see how the other would react.

(You don't suck! Don't worry! I'm pretty sure that I'm the one sucking here. . ./shot/
Hope it's good enough; I couldn't think of anything else. ^ w ^;