shieldacademyau | Suite 12

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Suite 12 - Back to School

Who: Teddy, Pietro, Sam, Daken
Where: Suite 12
When: The day after the mixer
Rating:PG-13 for boys being... well, teenage boys
Summary: It's back to school time! Time to meet those roomies again.

Teddy flopped on his bed the moment he finished unpacking. Damn, he missed this place. He didn't realize just how much until mid July. That's when the summer was starting to become unbearable and he was itching to just get back here. No one asked him questions, no one held anything over his head or told him he was an alien freak. He was around others just like him and that made such a difference that a weight felt as though it was lifted off of his shoulders.

He stared up at the ceiling for a minute, happy to see that his glow in the dark stars had made it through a summer of re-painting the dorms, before he stood up and walked into the common area. He sat down on the couch and fiddled with the tv, waiting to see which one of his roommates would show up first. Whoever it was, he was sure to lend a helping hand.

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Daken probably wasn't one of the familiar faces Teddy had been hoping for. He was enrolled in his third year at the Academy because of his age, because he'd had schooling, and because he'd been trained. This was his first year being at the actual Academy.

He paused by the door, which was open a crack and studied the sign on the door. This was the correct number, but that wasn't his name. Just because his father disapproved of the name he'd chosen for himself didn't mean it had to be on the door. He reached up and pulled down the piece of paper that had 'Akihiro' printed across it and crumbled it up, throwing the wadded up ball down the hallway before pushing the door open.

He sized up the other student already in the room, which had to be either Sam, Pietro, or Teddy according to the door.

"I'm Daken," He offered politely, glancing at the beds, "Are any of the others taken?"

Teddy stood up with the new student walked in. Teddy had been surprised when he found the new name on the door. It had been him, Sam and Pietro for awhile now that a new person would shake up that dynamic. He'd heard horror stories of bad roommates but Teddy really didn't dwell on that. He liked to give everyone a chance and he grinned, walking over to the guy with his hand out.

"Hi, Daken. I'm Teddy. The others aren't here yet but I'll show you the vacant room. Do you need any help with your things?"

Daken halted when Teddy came over, barely managing to keep the suspicion and nervousness he was feeling from showing. He looked down at Teddy's extended hand, considering whether or not to take it for a few moments too long before he seemed to force himself to extend his own hand and give the other boy's hand a weak shake. He was certainly much faster removing his hand.

Teddy. The boy didn't smell human, which immediately piqued his interest. His scent wasn't like anything he'd come across yet, which was even more intriguing. Not that he'd admit to any of this out loud, or actually bring it up to Teddy.

"I've got everything. Thank you," He was polite enough. Quiet, but polite, and dutifully followed Teddy into the vacant room. Once inside, he set his small duffle bag down, which seemed to weigh nearly nothing. It appeared to be all he had with him.

Teddy noted the way Daken looked at his hand before shaking it limply. It was strange but Teddy had been around people who didn't openly trust him before. It didn't take him long to win them over. Everyone liked Teddy - it was just his personality.

"You can decorate the room however you like," Teddy said, following Daken into his room. "There's a list of things you can and can't post on the desk. When the other guys show up we can agree on some house rules. It's not the Hilton but, hey, we'll leave the lights on. It'll feel like home soon enough."

It was a little difficult to wrap his head around the concept of decorating, and, in all honesty, he didn't see why he'd want to do anything to the four blank beige walls. He humored Teddy though, picking up the list and pretending to scan it quickly before setting it down again. It wasn't like he had anything to use for decorating anyway.

"Thank you. Will come get me when we are to agree on the rules?" He asked, turning to sit on the bed, testing it out. "Which dormitory is the Hilton?"

And what about that dorm made it better than their's, if that's what Teddy was implying? Furthermore, he looked equally confused about the concept of home, but didn't question it.

Teddy laughed, figuring that Daken was simply picking up his joke. "I think they give those dorms to the Seniors," he pointed at. "Something to strive for but, as I said, it's not bad here."

"The others will be here soon. If you have any questions you can ask me. This is my third year here. I've pretty much found my sea legs. If you want, I could give you a tour. Do you play any sports?"

Of course, Daken took it literally, frowning slightly as he nodded.

"A tour? Of the campus? I don't think that will be necessary," He dug one of the Academy brochures out of his pocket, complete with a rudimentary map on the back.

"I don't 'play' any sports, no. I've been told I can do mixed martial arts and other kinds of fighting here, though," He swished his lips to the side in contemplation, "I'll probably just continue my training.

Can you fight? Or do you play a sport?"

His tone was ever so slightly condescending, but, in reality, he just didn't see any point, besides exercise, in playing games when you could be learning useful skills.

"The map is useful but sometimes you can get turned around," Teddy said. "The offer is still there if you need it."

He didn't mind the tone. Daken was a new student in a strange place. It was normal to be a bit standoffish until you really got to know someone. Teddy knew all about that. It wasn't long ago he was a new kid trying to find his place.

"I play football here," Teddy said with a smile. "And I attend the training sessions. They assign them according to your different skill sets. Training is fun but I like playing sports. It's almost like being a superhero for an hour or two."

Sam paused in front of the door, putting down his box of stuff. He was pretty sure this was the right room, but someone had taken down the names that were meant to be on the door. Then again, it wasn't like he needed to know exactly who he was rooming with; either they'd get on or they wouldn't, no point getting worked up about it in advance. It did mean there was only one way to find out if he was in the right place.

He pushed the door open slightly and stuck his head around it, smiling.

"Hey. Anyone here yet?"

"Sam!"

Teddy walked over to the front door and held his hand out. "I saw your name on the roster when I came in this morning. I'm glad we're rooming together."

He knew Sam from last year. He was a good guy, someone he was sure he was going to get along with.

"Do you need any help with your things?"

Daken heard the voice, but lingered for a moment. He didn't exactly want to meet his room mates, but on the other hand why prolong the inevitable?

He pushed the door to his room open slowly before stepping out into the main room wordlessly. Without announcing himself, he stood in the doorway, watching the newcomer.

If he didn't notice him, well, that would just be that.

Pietro was having mixed feelings about this entire "rooming" situation. On the one hand, he was livid when he found out he would have to share a room. On the other hand, he had then found out that "sharing" just meant the common room. He would still have a bedroom all his own. On the third (mutant, growing from someone's chest, most likely) hand, he had not ended up in a room with his sister, meaning he couldn't keep an eye on her as he would like. On that same exact hand, he hadn't ended up in a room with his sister thank sweet tap-dancing baby christ on a cracker.

His arrival to the room might have been mistaken for a sudden draft, the door blowing open, and a hefty breeze trailing in behind him, as he zipped to a room, and quickly unpacked. A place for everything and everything in it's place. Moments later, he strolled out into the common room to see (a) if anyone was here, and (b) if they were going to be at all worth his time.

Teddy had sat down on the couch, waiting for his other roommates to arrive. The door blew open and he sat up, finding it odd. "Hello?" he said cautiously. He stood up and walked over to the door, shutting it before he noticed the other person in the room. When had they arrived?

"Um, hi," Teddy said, putting a smile on his face. "I'm Teddy. Weird, I didn't see you come in. How long have you been here?"

"Eh. About a quarter second." He's exaggerating, but not by much. "So! You're one of the new roommates, I take it?"

A quarter second? How was that possible, unless the guy had super speed?

"Yeah, that's me," Teddy said, only hesitating a moment before he walked over and offered his hand. "I'm one of the old timers, though. This is my third year at the academy. If you need any help unpacking or bringing your things in just let me know."

"Done and done, boyyo. But good to know the mossbacks are so obliging, though. The name's Pietro." He jutted his chin out, about half challenging, half up-nod greeting.

Teddy noticed that Pietro didn't take his hand. Hm. He was going to be a bit more difficult than Teddy first thought, not to mention he wasn't entirely sure of 'mossbacks' was an insult or not. Still, he wasn't looking to start the school year off at odds with one of his roommates. He'd had enough of tense living arrangements. School was his retreat, if you could imagine that.

He put his hand down and continued to smile, standing his ground at the way Pietro sized him up. Teddy might be kind but he didn't roll over. "Nice to meet you. So, I'm going to take a wild guess that if you were able to set up in a split second you must have speed as your power."

Pietro grinned. "Oh, I do love it when I don't have to explain everything to people." Not that he would say as much, but so far, Teddy was earning points in his book. "What about you? Human? Mutant? Mermaid? What can I expect from the be-all of 'Teddy'?"

Teddy didn't like talking about his powers, especially the ones that outed him as being something other than human, but there was one he couldn't hide. Instead of telling Pietro, Teddy moved back over to the couch and lifted it easily with one hand.

"I'm a bit stronger than most," he said with a shrug before putting the couch back down. "Among other things but I like to keep an air of mystery. Don't want everyone to know my cards in case they might discover my weakness."

"Hah! That's great!" Pietro brought his hands together in a single approving clap. "Always good to have a powerhouse around."

Though now he was curious about what 'other things' might be. Was Teddy lying, to make himself seem more powerful? If not, what were his other powers. Why would he keep them secret.

Pietro loved a good mystery. They gave him something to think about in the indeterminately long, boring stretches of time.

"It's my first year here, and I've gotta say-- you're the least boring person I've met so far. Do we have other roommates, yet?"

"Least boring and not most interesting," Teddy laughed. "You know, I can't tell if you're giving me a compliment or taking a jab. But thanks, anyway. If you need any help with anything heavy, let me know. I'll help you out in a pinch."

Teddy motioned to the other two rooms off to the side. "Sam and Daken are around. I'm sure you'll meet them soon enough. They're nice guys. I think you'll find them both less boring than I am."

"Eh. A little of column A, a little of column B. I've been told I'm an asshole, and I tend to believe it," he shrugged, as if to say 'nothing to do be done about it'. "'Sam and Daken'. Are they return students, like you, or newcomers like me?"

"Honesty. I'll take an honest asshole over a dishonest one," Teddy remarked. "Sam's been here but this is my first year rooming with him. Daken is new just like you. So, this should be interesting. I hope you don't mind video games and movies. It's kind of my thing."

"Then we should get along just fine. So long as you don't mind losing ad nauseam at whatever video game we play." He grinned that obnoxious grin of his again.

"That sounds like a challenge," Teddy said with a grin. "You know, I think I'll accept that challenge. I'm pretty good. Call it years of a misspent youth in front of a television."

"'Misspent' is in the eyes of the beholder. So long as you can do one thing better than anyone else, you're ahead of most people in life. You just better hope it's not 'video games' because I am going to school your ass."

"Oh, are you?" Teddy grinned. He could already tell that he was going to get along with Pietro if for nothing more than the soon to be epic Halo tournaments that were about to take place.

"Well, smart guy, since you're already unpacked why not play a round or two? I promise to be gentle. It is your first day, after all."

Pietro batted his eyelashes playfully at Teddy, before laughing. "Such a gentleman! Your mother must be proud. C'mon, what are we playing?"

"Yeah, Mom raised me right."

There was a touch of sadness in his voice but it was easily brushed away as Teddy walked over to the television, pulling out the game console. "Only the best selection. Halo, Call of Duty, Team Fortress - what are you feeling?"

At some point, they're going to have to share I-watched-my-mother-burn stories, though at least for Pietro, it's been longer and is not so fresh in the memory. For now, though, he moves past it, as if nothing was said.

"Which ever one you're best at, I've never played any of them."

"You've never played them?" Teddy asked, raising an eyebrow. "More of an old school gamer, then? I have a Super Nintendo in my room. I can bring it out here and hook it up if you're interested in some Street Fighter."

"Naw," He waved the question and offer off with a flippant hand. "I've just got a weird time warp thing going on in my life right now. Doesn't matter though, I'll figure any game out, and still school you. C'mon. I want a challenge!"

Teddy wanted to ask about what a 'weird time warp thing' was exactly but he didn't press it. If Pietro wanted to expand on it, he would. Besides, there were a lot of 'weird' things going on in Teddy's life that he really didn't want to share and asking usually opened yourself up to a return question. Safer to let answers come out naturally.

"So confident," Teddy smirked. "If it's a challenge you want, a challenge you'll get, my friend. How about a little Halo? You look like a FPS kind of guy."

Teddy sat down and set up the game console, handing one of the controllers to Pietro. "The joystick moves your guy on screen," he instructed. "The buttons control when to fire and to swap between weapons. It takes a bit of coordination but you'll pick it up pretty fast."

"I pick up everything fast," he said, taking in everything Teddy said, while experimentally moving his fingers around to try the various buttons out. "This controller is huge."

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