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Post by johnny von matterhorn on Mar 19, 2011 18:18:49 GMT -10
`This was it. He was in; major in music and minor in photography. It was the life just the way he wanted. Add a few friends and life would be merry! He’d bid his farewells and goodbyes to all his loved ones a few hours ago. It was time for a change, and he was going to deal with it. Thankfully, he wouldn’t have to see that old house again. He set goals in his new life in Ehu Island. One – graduate Bouscher with great scores. Two – make lots and lots of friends. Three – Party hard. He was raised in Santa Barbara to work hard, and party harder. He was admitted into Bouscher, thankfully, on a Friday evening. It was around seven thirty when he was showed into his dormitory; it was room 127 in Juniper Residence Hall. That Residence Hall was co-ed, and Johnny grinned upon hearing it. Oh, this place would be awesome! Things were looking so much better now, having left all his past behind. He only wished his sister Stacy were here with him on ‘Ehu Island’. That was Johnny, he was dependant on others, he needed others but he didn’t show it on the outside.
`A stroke of confidence shattered all the nervousness in his mind. Why was he feeling nervous? It wasn’t his usual self; he’d make friends easily, no doubt about that. The first thing on his mind was to play the guitar but he chose against it. He decided to go out, familiarize himself with the Academy, and perhaps make some new friends. It sounded easy enough. Johnny shrugged, looking at the mirror in his room. He cleared his throat and debated over different accents. At the end of thirty seconds, he chose the Australian accent he’d mastered over the past few months. He took one last look at his reflection on the mirror – his brown, medium length hair was messy and he looked worn out. He splashed some water onto his face, and didn’t care about his hairstyle. He liked his hair messy. He loved it when girls played with his hair, for some strange reason.
`He stepped outside his room, wandering about the Juniper Residence Hall, dressed in a blue checkered shirt with rolled up sleeves, a pair of black slim fit jeans and black Louis Vuitton kicks. A brown, slim fit leather jacket covered his body from the fast blowing winds in Ehu Island. He’d forgotten his iPhone back in his backpack and rushed back to get it. He began pacing around until he walked into the common area flourished in brightly colored and really mature flokati rugs and beanbags. There were a bunch of people around who liked to stay indoors perhaps. Johnny looked around, totally lost. His eyebrows narrowed as he smelled pizza in the room. What the hell was this place? He asked to himself.
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Post by ramilda ulysses-jane matsen on Mar 21, 2011 15:09:00 GMT -10
 ----------------------------- { ramilda matsen strolled around, barefooted in her new acid wash jeggings, the juniper hall common area. she normally found plenty of trouble to get in away from 'home', but today everyone had been busy -- at class or something, pfft. ramilda had a fruit loop wrapped around he index finger, which she was chewing on seductively as she walked past herself in windows. you know, just practicing. ramilda smelled pizza in the common room and quickly sniffed it out. score! someone had left a nearly empty box by the fireplace.
now, ramilda was a bit of a grody whore, but she attributed it all entirely to being young and living the sedate life of a surfer. she couldn't be bothered with things such as germs. get real or get lost, buddy! she padded across the creamsicle shaded flokati rug that coated the entire center of the floor between the stairs and the fireplace and met her true love of big island greek pizza. "fucking yum!" ramilda shrieked, grabbing one of the last pieces.
out of the corner of her eye however, she spotted someone else standing around the common area. "oh my god" ramilda voiced, out of surprise. she didn't recognize the guy, but he was fairly tall with dark hair, and pretty well dressed from what she could tell. he looked a little old to be a first year, but ramilda was horrible with names. "is this your pizza?" she said mid-chew. like it would have made a difference. "i'm so sorry, baby. i'm ramilda!" ramilda wiped her hands on the hem of her shirt and tossed the half eaten slice back in the box, offering a hand out to the stranger. how rude she had been!
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Post by johnny von matterhorn on Mar 23, 2011 0:16:59 GMT -10
`Johnny looked around the common area in the Juniper Residence Hall. Confusion. Mixed feelings took over him as he saw a few girls stare him down as they walked by. So he had heard about all the pizza parties in the common area of Juniper Residence, and did he just walk in to one? Probably not. There were not a lot of pizzas left, except one slice in a box by the fireplace, which was soon commandeered by a pretty blond dressed in acid wash jeggings and barefooted. Quite frankly, Johnny never quite got the idea behind jeggings – were they a combination of leggings and jeans? Well, that made sense now, didn’t it? He walked over near to the fireplace and wanted to strike up a conversation, but for some strange reason, he couldn’t.
`He shot his hands into his black skinny jeans pockets and looked in the other direction quickly. It was not tough for Johnny to fit into new places, but for reasons unknown, he was feeling pretty turned down here. His only friend here so far was Summer Lima and he couldn’t find her in the common area. His conversation with Summer went pretty good, but he didn’t know what his problem was now. He looked down to the floor, the whole area covered by creamsicle shaded flokati rug. Do things happen here? He asked himself. Do people go at it on the flokati rugs? The mere thought disturbed his mind as of now, but then again, it didn’t seem like a bad idea.
`He slyly turned his eyes towards the barefooted girl who took the last slice of the pizza. He wasn’t looking to see if the pizza was gone; he was not a fan of pizzas, he was more of the American cheese burger kind of guy. The girl probably noticed him looking. "oh my god" the girl voiced, out of surprise. "is this your pizza?" she said mid-chew. "i'm so sorry, baby. i'm ramilda!" ramilda wiped her hands on the hem of her shirt and tossed the half eaten slice back in the box, offering a hand out to the stranger. Johnny looked at her for a second and then his lips curved into a friendly smile. “Oh, no,” Johnny confirmed, “I’m not really a pizza guy. And don’t sweat it, sugar bear!” Sugar bear? That was the least he could come up with for someone so nice.
`He shook her hand, feeling the slight unevenness of the residue from the pizza, “My name’s Johnny. So, you don’t look like you’re new here. What’s your major?” He asked out of curiosity. He wasn’t so well with starting conversations the night, but he’d eventually get back on track, like he always did. It was one of those rare moments he lost his boy charm, but he’d gain it back eventually.
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