Suite 12 - Back to School

[hulk_ling]

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.

Comments

[itsdesigner]

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?"

[thebirdwhisperer]

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?"

[maximoff_boy]

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.