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The smell upon entering the room is a bit over whelming it seems to correspond to the rows, stacks and piles of books. A musty olden yet a warm and welcoming smell lingering.

The room is huge, tall coffee painted walls with large windows, letting in bars of light. That drifted down in solid rectangles, dust dancing in them.

The odd silence that had once filled the air was broken by his inhale of the old parchment oxygen, dust rattling quietly in his lungs. The sounds turning pages, scribbling of pens to be heard like it was under water-muffled.

He begins to walk though the labyrinth of bookshelves.

His hand, larger with calluses-skims the dusty shelves; But he knows he’s not interested in finding a book. He looked at the shelf end of this pathway, he had only walked so long, a couple minutes give or take.

His eyes travel up the brown shelf, much like every other. He eyes the shelf, his head raises to the very dusty sign at the top of the shelf. He reaches up, (though his height is only minable compared by the basketball players.) pressing on his tip toes to wipe off the thick layer of grime.

History of Greeks

A librarian (one of nine, this is only expressing how large the library truly is) slipped through a crack between two nearby book cases. She could have blended into the wall with her brown curvy dress, black hair with beautiful olive toned skin.

'History books, Mr. Griffin?'

She asked as she genuflects, grabbing the only book on the bottom row. He smiles at her and gives her a nod. He smiles.
The book case seemed to fall away; the library seemed to leave him as he closed his eyes.

Opening them it was bright, not like the musty library of Mount Olympus University. The floor on was made of cotton clouds. He smiles once again. It was home, the actual Mount Olympus, Ancient Greece.

His robe made of cotton fabric and silk mix, purer white than the clouds under his feet. It feels over his body like he had been wearing it his whole life. It was the most comfortable thing he had ever worn. But the most important part of this beautiful ancient Greek toga was his mask, somewhat like a masquerade mask. To hide one’s identity until the time comes. That time was today.

The man, the young adult or should we say, the almighty- moved forward into the large pillared room. Everything was bright and happy.

The table in front of him was round, twelve chairs surround the table and the largest was vacant. His.
He continued on his path towards the chair and slipped into his spot. The other chairs around him were full of people he felt like he knew for hundreds of years.

Today was the day; the people around him raised their hands to their face. Their Fingers stead gripping the mask, ready to take it off, to show each other their true identity.

He, the leader the king of the Gods (if that’s what you would call them) pulled his mask off his fac-

Hey. Wait are you serious?

Sorry to interrupt, but you can’t read the last chapters of the first book and just assume you know the whole story.
Who am I to talk? Excuse me princess! I’m Hermes, Harold of the Gods, God of thieves, merchants and people who live by their wit. I’m sure that’s majority of things I’m the God of, we Greek Gods are multi-tasking individuals.

But why don’t you stop and hear me out, I can tell you the whole story. Starting for the beginning, the first chapter even a prologue! I can do Prologues (shut up Muses, you are only librarians. I’m telling this one. Shhh Shh, Shut up!) Ignore them Hahaha... Goddamn shut up Muses, it’s my turn!



Anyway. I’ll explain this to you... wait, you’re asking me why I don’t look like they describe up there? Oh in my toga, why I’m not in my Toga. Well I’m getting there, I’m getting there.

The Greek Gods are here, seemingly reborn or have been like 'sleepers' in our bloodlines and only now have actually awoken. There seems to be something bad happening, or is going to happen. That's what the fates say.

As you can see 'Mr. Giffin' is Zeus if you didn't catch on.

Hello, I’m Merlin Albus Jones. I hail from a Canadian city called Halifax in the province of Nova Scotia, I moved here from Nova Scotia when I was eighteen to use my scholarship at Mount Olympus University (Here is Athens, Georgia.) You can just call me Merlin. I said hail. Oh gosh! I could laugh. But I should continue with my story, shouldn't I?

Georgia is beautiful, it’s a wonderful state and the accents here are hilarious. Don’t ask. It’s quite funny how the City where Mount Olympus University was called ‘Athens’. Athens is a beautiful little city and nothing like its name sake, it’s very American and yet it’s hush hush, green and small.

It was the first day, and I was unpacking into my Frat bedroom, I’d be staying here with two other roommates, who I had no idea... would be...


Merlin sighed as he placed his last box (he only had four boxes anyway) On the bed, it was a comfortable single bed closest to the window with the brown oak desk by the wall out looking a large field that had a couple trees. It was beautiful; rain on grass was shinning in the early morning sun.

He pulled off his socks and shoes, opening a large brown box, pulling out a rolled poster and tape. Sticking his tongue out the side of his mouth and wiggle is toes. Wings spring from the black tattoo like birthmarks on the outsides of his ankles. He flew up over his bed and slam on the large poster of super hero symbols on the wall, sticking it with tape...
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She ran her hand through her hair as she pulled the beater car to a stop in the residence parking lot. It was unbelievable that she was here, at Mount Olympus University. The whole thing blew her mind and was enough of a cause to make her pause. It was only furthered by the fact that she knew she was or was the reincarnation of Athena, the greek goddess. Mount Olympus, greek goddess, it was just too perfect.

Throwing the thoughts to the wind, Ophelia pulled the keys out of the ignition and moved around the car to start unloading her boxes and things. Most of her things for the room had been moved in earlier in the week but they hadn't been able to fit everything so Ophelia had decided to take the last of it when she actually moved in. Picking up a particularly heavy box, she piled two more on top and made her way inside the building.

The walk to her room was pretty quick and within a few minutes, she was there. With a groan, she awkwardly unlocked the door and shifted into the room. Relief washed over her arms as she set the boxes down in her room and a smile graced her face. How great it was to not only be away from home but to also be starting a new journey. The redhead felt invigorated as she flopped down on her bed. Hopefulness her roommates would arrive soon as she hadn't met them yet but she pushed the anxious thought from her mind. Before that, she had to unload the rest of her belongings.

With a sigh, the little Hartwick pushed herself up and forced herself to leave the room to trek back down to the car.

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Bella glanced over at her 'cousin' as her grandparents had often called him. The tanned Italian boy was staring of into space again, which was a usual occurrence to him. It rather infuriated the brunette despite the fact that he was still attractive when he did it. The stream of cigarette smoke twirled up into the air as she cleared her throat. Dark eyes glanced over at her and she felt a shiver of pleasure travel down her spine. Why did she have to like attractive things?

"You could try to seem more engaged. It wouldn't hurt." She jutted her perfectly glossed lower lip out and gave him a discontented look. He seemed to shrug it off for the most part but she would have none of it. Bella's pointed glare seemed to bring the boy out of his reverie.

"Mi scusi." He said sarcastically in a deep raspy voice as he took another long breath of his cigarette. "I didn't realize it deemed an answer. I'll endeavor to always please you from now on mistress." The sarcasm continued to drip from his voice like melted wax. With a deep calming breath, she turned away from him and got off the tall chair. Her heels clicked against the cool white marble beneath them.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." She replied with a sneer. "I only thought it might be important to tell you that the last of my things have arrived so I'm going to my room. Maybe you should do the same." The irritation was evident in her voice and she did nothing to disguise it. With a flip of her hair, she turned and left the brooding brunette behind. He called a sorry after her before getting up slowly to make his way to his own room. It was the first day and he'd already annoyed the one person he knew. Great.

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He flipped his shades down, blocking out the sun that was far too bright despite the slightly damp weather. The over sized sweater slipped off his shoulder as he bounced across the large field. With a small giggle and a sip of what appeared to be water, he pulled it back up. He then messed up his hair with his free hand. There was no point in looking like a complete mess, especially not when it was move in day. Today was the day to scope out the competition, see who he would eventually be sleeping with and figure out the best place to party. His priorities were definitely in the right order!

With a grin at a cute girl passing by, Dennis Whittaker took another swig of his drink. Despite it's water bottle appearance, it was definitely filled with straight gin. Some people didn't understand how he could drink the stuff straight but he had no issues what so ever. In fact, he preferred alcohol to be straight or to be fruity. Preferably grape.

He pulled his cellphone from the pocket of the borrowed skinny jeans(it was much better when they already had a girlfriend, their clothes tended to fit better) and quickly checked his messages. There were a couple messages from facebook, probably from people he'd met at the party the previous night, and a few missed calls. Denny figured missed calls were pretty important so he glanced at those. Harvey, Zack, Leigh, Alyssa, Dad, Young-Lee. The only one that spiked his interest at all was the call from his dad but it was probably just him yelling again. He locked his phone and threw it back in his pocket as he reached the front door to the residence.

The stairs were brutal he decided as he attempted to climb them. With a girlish whine, he finally made it to his floor and tried not to stumble down the hallway in his over sized sneakers(He'd lost his own at some point during the party. One of them was found the next morning at the bottom of the pool but he was so not fishing that out). He passed his room three times before he actually figured it out and even that had required a check of his phone where he'd written down his room number.

He tiptoed in, wondering if anyone else was there yet. The fact that the door was unlocked should have been his first clue but of course, being Denny, he'd ignored that painfully obvious fact.

" 'Ello love!" He said with a terrible british accent. Denny smiled brightly at his new room mate. "Perfect day for a little flight, huh?" This was the second painfully obvious thing he missed. Maybe the years of partying had knocked something loose up inside his noggin. Was it the alcohol that fogged his mind and made him think that his room mate flying in the air was normal? Whatever it was, it was probably a good thing that he wouldn't remember much in about five minutes.

"Nice poster!" He took another sip of his 'water' and leaned against the door frame. He looked the other up and down, drinking in his appearance without an ounce of shame.
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"Mum! Can we please hurry up! This is one of the best days of my life and I don't wanna pass it by just cuz Kyle is being a little dork." Nikki was needless to say, more than happy to be moving out of her mother's house. She'd of course miss her mother and little brother, but this was college. So much better than high school.
They just got into the parking lot and she jumped out of her seat and out of her mother's van and started jumping around.
"Alright, alright, you ramjet. Calm down won't you? And can't you ever be nice to your little brother?" It's true, Miranda and Kyle Robertson had been trying to stall the arrival of college for Nikki. Being the oldest child and only girl of the Robertson family, of course Miranda was worried for her. But Nikki had a good head on her shoulders and could definitely take care of herself. Besides, if she ever wanted to come home, it was only a three hour drive. Not too bad at all. But Kyle didn't really feel that way. After all, he'd already lost his dad, he didn't want to lose his older sister too. He'd been sulking the whole ride to Mount Olympus.

"No. It's my job to be a jerk to the young one." She reached into the back seat of the mini van and grabbed her 10 year old brother and threw him over her shoulder. "Wha-! Nikki! Put me down!" The young boy, who had only known a decade's worth of the world, was quite distraught to find himself with his face smashed into his sister's lower back. This was not a flattering position to be in, especially when you're a boy.

Nikki held Kyle over her shoulder the whole time she was registering and speaking with the dorm adviser as she told Nikki where to go to find her room. Of course, they got some really strange looks, but Nikki didn't mind. She was used to them, in fact, she loved them. It was like her energy strived on the strange looks she got from others.

The Robertson family walked through the dorm's front doors and down a series of hallways and within a couple minutes, she'd found her room and just as she was expecting, her roommate, or according to her DA, had the door open and there were a couple of things already on a bed. The 19 year old walked over to the bottom bunk of the bunk bed at the other side of the room running parallel to the single bed and dropped Kyle. Once he hit the mattress, she jumped on him and rolled over him. It was a playful gesture she'd been doing since he was old enough that she wouldn't completely crush him. "This isn't too bad huh? What do you think Kyle? Better than home?" She hugged her little brother close. She's not saying it out loud, but she'd miss him most.

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It was a new school year which meant a brand new look...for the umpteenth time. Naida Starikovich had come back for her third year at Mount Olympus University. It was the first day back so of course, Nini had to look her best. She had decided to go for a nice conservative look in the late summer heat...yeah right. Nini was all for showing off what she had. One of her many catch phrases was in fact "If you've got it, flaunt it baby." Today was no exception.

Nini walked from her car with the last box from her trunk and locked the vehicle. She had finally finished getting all her things from the car to get them in her dorm. She was the first one there and kinda just waiting for people to show up so she could make some new friends. But if she was meeting new people, they couldn't see her in this outfit and hair style. It was too last month. It just wasn't interesting enough. She quickly got changed out of her cargo capris and into a pair of black short shorts and changed her pink top to a light blue one with bubble details going up the side. Naida didn't necessarily feel like cutting her hair, but she didn't like it straight anymore. So, she plugged in the curler and got to work on the make up. Besides, the first week of school always had the best and most outrageous parties. She had to look her best. With a splash of blue here, a bit of pink and purple there, she had certainly very interesting eyes. Finally, after all prep work was done, Nini looked amazing with her light blue hair, cascading down her shoulders in waves and curls. She was definitely ready for a night on the town.

Naida figured now was as good as any time to unpack her things while she waited for the other girls destined to live with her for the next school year. "First come first serve." Miss Groves, age 26, decided that the single bed would be nice, and seeing as no one else was here to claim said single box spring and mattress so, she took her sheets and took the bed for her own. Finally getting the sheets and blankets onto the bed, Nini flopped onto the bed and smiled at the ceiling, trying to figure out what to do with the empty space. But first! Naida jumped up and got a bubble stick from her box and peeled the back off. She jumped on her bed and stuck the sticker as high as she could on the wall. "I claim this bed and room in the name of the mother country!"
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Merlin screamed a rather embarrassing high pitch shriek. His wings sucked back into his skin and he fell on top of his bed. “What the...” He began and stared. The boy in front of him was... gorgeous and obviously drunk. Merlin shook his head and frowned, something was familiar about him but Merlin couldn’t quite point out what it was.

“Yeah, great day for a flight...” He stuttered as he got up, now he was sore... “Ouch...” He rubbed his lower back and pouted. “Dennis or Dante?” He asked as he looked up at the other boy... “You don’t look like a Dante. So you must be Denny.” He concluded from his experience and help of a childhood of detective novels.

Merlin crossed the room in two long strides and held out his hand to the other teen. “Merlin, future roommate!” He said, giving the other a beautiful smile. There was something about this guy..

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He put down the last one of his boxes about a half hour ago, he was still studying the room. He liked the idea of the lower bunk but there was only two desks, how inconvenient. The boy shrugged as he pulled out wood one of his boxes. Thank god he brought one with him.

Leonardo Anselm brushed back his rusty brown-red hair out of his eyes and got to work on his desk. It took no time for him to set it up. It was much like the IKEA furniture, but all handmade. The desk was made of sanded oak and stained with a mahogany colour. He put his books and other school things on his desk. He also began on making a dresser that fit under his bed, the lower bunk of the bunk bed. He sighed as he twiddled away with the wood and hammer. This was almost too easy. He thought as he finished up and began to unpack.

Leo finished unpacking in no time, he didn’t have much anyway in the means of clothing. A couple shirts, three pairs of jeans and two pairs of converse running shoes, then undergarments respectively in their various numbers. He rolled his eyes at his lack of matching socks.

He had more accessories than clothing, what he meant by accessories were, rings and necklaces... jewellery all hand crafted.

Leo sat himself down on his bed, it seemed like the most comfortable in the room. Flopping backwards he stared up at the wood casing to the top bunk, people had written their names into the wood. Leo smirked as he raised his finger, warmth coming to his finger tips as he burned his name into the wood, ‘Leo the Phoenix’ He sat up slightly and blew on the carved name and it cooled.

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Adding Penny at later time. Will be updated.
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Denny raised an eyebrow before he offered his signature smile. How lucky was he to have a gorgeous room mate with which to spend his free time with. University was definitely seeming like an okay idea so far. Lots of parties, loose students and interesting people.

"Dennis Whittaker." He offered his hand, his nose wrinkling slightly at his own name. "Really though, call me Denny. Dennis sounds too old fashioned." He let out a jovial laugh as he felt the warmth from Merlin's hand. Yeah, he definitely liked it here so far. Maybe he'd actualyl spend some time in his dorm room if this guy was going to be around. If he was lucky, which he often was, his other room mate would be just as attractive though really, that seemed hardly possible.

Denny had seen a lot of attractive people in his day but Merlin seemed to take the cake. Regardless, he had a bit more tact than to blurt it out, despite his current inebriated state.

"So, what major are you goin for?" His speech was only slightly slurred as he sprawled onto the nearest free bed and watched his new room mate. Maybe they'd have some classes together? His mind began to wander, his thoughts drifting to wonder if he'd meet anyone who liked to party like he did. Of course he'd known people over the years but it never quite turned out right. Drama ensued and he cut ties with them. Still, he'd had a hell of a good time while it had lasted. Maybe he'd find someone at this hick university in the middle of nowhere.

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Ophelia returned with another load of luggage from her car. She drew closer to the room when she heard voices. Maybe one of her room mates had arrived? Excitedly, she quickened her pace, getting there in record time.

She was greeted with the sight of a pretty girl wrestling with what Ophelia could only guess was her brother or some other close relation. Letting out a laugh, she moved further into their room with a smile on her face as she set her boxes down beside her bed.

Once her hands were free, the redhead turned her attention to the other occupants in the room. "Hey, I'm guessing you're...Nikki?" She was just guestimating but hoped she was right anyway. Before the girl had a chance to reply, Ophelia was already offering her own information.

"I'm Ophelia Hartwick. Pleased to meet 'cha!" Her smile grew bigger as she placed her hands on her hips. She got the impression that she'd get along well with this girl and her impressions were usually spot on.

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Ethan slung the work out bag over his shoulder as he ran his sweat band across his forehead. It was the last day for move ins and the dorms were crazy busy but that hadn't stopped him from his daily work out. He'd stuck with cardio and weights today so he was pretty worn out as he stalked the halls back to his room. His room mates were due to move in today as well which had been part of the reason he'd spent most of his day in the gym. He wasn't antisocial or anything, he just wanted to give them space.

He'd opted to go without a shirt as the heat of the day was more than enough to validate the decision. Of course he did get a few odd looks but it barely phased him. After a workout he always felt big and mighty, like he was invincible and today was no exception. Of course, his ego was usually an issue to begin with so he didn't need the workout to increase it.

The tall teen made his way to his room at the speed of a jog, his long legs making the trip faster. He'd go in, meet whoever was there by now and then claim the shower. Seemed like a decent plan anyway. Of course, he wasn't really expecting his room mate(one of two of course) to be quite so set up by the time he arrived.

"Woah, I wasn't gone that long was I?" He ran a hand through his dampened hair as he looked over the guy on the lower bunk.
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Nikki heard the voice before she saw its owner. She sounded like a nice person from the way she talked and usually Nikki wasn't wrong with her gut feelings. She immediately let go of her brother, and tried to get up from the lower bunk she was currently situated upon. Now, Nikki was a soccer player, a runner and that jock-type girl from high school but, she was also a little clumsy, so in her rush to greet her new room mate, Nikki's head greeted the bottom of the top bunk. Little did she know, her head and the wood it just hit, would soon be best friends as they would meet everyday for practically the rest of the year.

"Ow! Jesus..." Nikki rubbed her head as she got out of the bed and smiled in her embarrassment. "You got it. I certainly am Nikki." She smiled at the red head in front of her and took the girl's hand and shook it. "It's really nice to meet you Ophelia. This is my mom, Miranda Robertson and my little brother Kyle. Wanna help me sell this place to him. I don't think he quite likes it enough to let me stay yet." She laughed a little and gestured towards her family. She hoped Ophelia would help her out.


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She'd been working all day in her new studio. She had bought it earlier that week at the beginning of the moving week and had spent the last few nights and days half living there and sleeping on a blow up mattress. She'd gotten a random burst of inspiration and couldn't help but want to be there.

Talia stood back from the canvas she had just finished working on and studied the dark haired goddess she had just finished painting. She was trying to see if there was anything she could add to it, but the woman, clothed only in a traditional white Egyptian cotton stola, looked flawless. Her eyes were cold and staring back at the Hispanic artist. "It looks like you wish to be undisturbed. I think it's time to go to my room any how." Talia put away her paints, grabbed her belongings that she'd be taking to her dorm room and locked up her studio.

She found her way to her room easily and soon was at her door, to find it open already with a blue haired girl who looked to be in her 20's staring at the wall and yelling about something about a motherland. She could only assume she was taking pride in her heritage and silently laughed at her strangeness. Talia cleared her throat and stepped a little further into her door. "I presume you're my room mate then? I'm Talia Garcia. I don't know how much I'll be here, but when I am, I hope we can get along." She gave the other girl a small smile and started putting her things down beside the bunk bed.

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When Nini heard the voice of her room mate, she jumped slightly and did a jump turn to face her. She was still on top of her bed while the dark haired girl, introduced herself as Talia. Nini smiled at her and took her all in. She was in all black from her shoes to her makeup. She could pull it off, where as it was one of few looks Nini could not. She seemed nice and Nini who didn't like to pry into people's lives when she didn't know the well figured she'd eventually get to know why her room mate wouldn't be around much. Maybe she was a hard core Library junkie, who knows.

"Well, hello there! I'm Nini, well, actually, my name is Naida but most people have trouble remembering or even saying it, so I just tell them to call me Nini. It's just so much easier. I hope we can totally get along. It's been my experience that when room mates get along, the year goes along much quicker and much more fun." She shone a bright smile at the girl and stopped babbling at her.

"Ah think they said that we'd be the only two in here...so I don't know why there's another bunk. Maybeh we'll get another girl in here sometime next semester or somthin'. Who knows."

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Opting not to go early with his sister and spend a 4 hour car ride with her and be bored out of his mind for a week, Daniel Garcia and his grandfather pulled up to the doors of Mount Olympus University. He unbuckled his seat belt and hopped out of the old beige Cadillac. He uttered some Spanish to Diego Garcia as he too stepped out of his car. Daniel was never one to ask for help and he grabbed his two boxes, backpack and his suitcase and set them to the side along with his skateboard. He looked at his grandfather and smiled. "Well, I'm here safe and sound. Thanks for getting me here Abuelo. I'll get Talia to call you when I find her." He hugged Diego and grabbed his things. "Don't worry about us. We're big kids now. We can take care of ourselves." With that, Daniel took his things and left his grandfather at the car and went into his new home for the next 8 months.

He got his info and looked at his map. It didn't take him a relatively long time to get to his room, but by the time he got there, his arms were starting to get tired from carrying all his things. As his grandmother would say, "You're doing the lazy man's load. If you take too much at a time, you'll get tired too quickly." She always had little life stories and tid bits to teach him and his sister. That was one of her shining qualities.

He set his boxes down on the floor and took his key out to open his room. He pushed the door open and shoved his boxes through the door with his foot and rolled his suitcase behind him as he entered the small grey walled room. He started setting his things up and grabbed his sheets and jumped up onto the top bunk and made his bed. His boxes were by the bed with his other bags and he figured he had a bit of time to unpack so Daniel decided to hang from his bunk. He jumped down from the bed, stepped onto the bottom bunk, swung his left leg up first and hooked it over the side of the top bed, then did the same with right. He held himself in place for a minute so he could comfortable and secure then let go and hung there facing the door.

Daniel had his eyes closed and wasn't keeping track of time, but it couldn't have been that long until someone, one of his room mates he supposed, walked in looking slightly damp. From a shower Daniel figured seeing as he didn't look dirty or really sweaty for that matter. He opened his eyes at the guy's comment. "I dunno man, how long do you think you've been gone? I just got here myself." Daniel unclenched his knees and flipped from the bed and landed on the floor. "The name's Daniel Garcia. I'm assuming we'll be getting to know each other a lot better over the next few months." He held out his hand for the taller, much more buff guy standing in front of him to shake. He was also secretly hoping that his guy wouldn't trample him or crush his hand too much.
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Merlin blinked slowly, inhaling the smell of alcohol that had wafted into the room with the arrival of the new guy. “Denny, then.” He said nodding, his smile lingering on his lips as he gazed right back into the other’s eyes. Denny was gorgeous, like almost to the point of Merlin having to pinch himself. Merlin had never seen a guy like him before, so... oddly breathtaking, well then again there wasn’t a lot of good looking potential gay men in Nova Scotia when most of the time you kept to yourself and comic book stores.

Merlin shook his head slightly, “Sorry, oh my major?” He grinned sheepishly and scratched the back of his head. “I’m going into English and language.” He explained embarrassedly, “I’m writing a novel, If I want to get anywhere as an author I need to know my stuff eh?”

How rude, he hadn’t even asked Denny what he was majoring in or anything of the sort!

“uhhhh!” He flushed slightly, “So you local, or from somewhere else, what are you here for, Majoring that is?” Merlin’s sentence came a little faster then he wanted it too, his face going a lot redder. “Sorry, that was a bit quick.”

Look, you screwed up already. Good Job Merls.
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She slipped into the room while the other two seemed to be in a conversation. She moved around in the bathroom, filling up one of the dresser drawers with her bathroom supplies. She stood back as she surveyed her neatly organized drawer, shutting it after a nod of approval. She kneeled down and pulled out a maker from her short short’s back pocket. Pressing the marker tip to the white painted dresser she wrote her name in large curly letters.

She drew back and smiled. ‘Klara’ it read. She leaded forward again, breathing hot air upon the black ink, glitter shifted over the letters as the colouring changed. As she drew back the colours shimmered in a rainbow.

“Perfect.” She whispered as she got up and left the bathroom. “Ophelia and Nikki” She clapped her hands together, as her smile widened sweetly. “Wonderful names, I’m Klara Elfreda. You’re last roommate here.” She answered their unsaid question. She brushed her hair away from her face slightly and flicked it over her shoulder, the long rainbow locks falling perfectly in place.

She sighed timid as she put down her rucksack by the ladder leading to the top bunk. “Being British has its perks you see.” She said looking up the bunk bed ladder. “I can be like SherlockHolmes and deduce that neither of you wish to have the top bunk". She stated in a soft, sing song voice. “I hope you two don’t mind glow in the dark stars and planets” She smiled as she turned back to the two of them, raising her classes with her index and thumb with brightly coloured nail polished fingers.

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Leonardo had almost nothing to say back to the man who was currently half naked in front of him. “Well, I have to agree with Danny and say, not so long.” He smiled softly at the other man. Something inside of him hit though, it’s like he had known this guy for years.

Then again that was somewhat true, Leo knew Ethan for a long time. Then again, most of the university knew Ethan due to his football team status. Leo coughed dryly. “Ethan, yeah? Ethan Shaw.” He stood up, narrowly missing the bottom buck. Thank god he wasn’t that clumsy.

Leo also took a look at the other guy, he seemed a lot younger than him and Ethan. must be his first year, Leo pondered. “Well, if you’re done with the bathroom, I’m going in.” He shuffled past the two of them. A major limp to his step as he disappeared in the other room, after shutting the door he leaded against it. “Dear lord, what a hunk.” He whispered. “How am I supposed to stay catholic with that in my room?”

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“Why would Mum only pack me green bedclothes?” He asked out loud as he pulled a pile of nicely folded green sheets from one of his three suit cases. “Mum, are ya tryin’ to get me beat up or somethin’?”

He sighed as he made his bed, the fitted sheet being his worst enemy as it he attempted after three times of no success to properly get it off without a corner flinging off the bed. "Oh forget aboot ya!" He folded it back up and grabbed another, this one with more success. "Stupid sheets." He said as he flung himself down on his bottom bunk. "dear lord." He said putting his hands together. "Please, don't let Americans push me around like the Irish guy on glee, that would suck."

He pulled himself up and crossed himself. "Might as well decorate in peace while no one is here yet." He muttered to himself taking a the disregard pack of photos from the closet suitcase and starting to tack the photos to the underside of the upper bunk, and along the wall by his bed.
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Ophelia was about to speak when their last room mate appeared and introduced herself. The rainbow haired girl put a smile on the redhead's face as she plopped down on her own bed. It was certainly going to be an interesting year.

"I'm Ophelia. Nice to meet you guys. Here's hoping we survive the year." She slid one of her boxes over on the bed so she could cross her legs.

"And as for selling the place, it's pretty nice here. Great athletic program and success rate! The dorms are state of the art and the teachers are all highly educated. Your sis will be taken care of very well here! I promise you!" Her smile broadened as she glanced between her two new room mates. They were both extremely pretty. In fact, it made her feel plain in comparison though she was used to such a feeling. Being a tomboy, everyone just sort of expected her to be 'one of the guys' which was what she was most comfortable as. Still, it would have been nice to be thought of romantically once in a blue moon. It wasn't such a crazy thing to want, was it?

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Ethan sighed, realizing that a lot of time had probably passed. He often lost himself in his workouts after all. Still, it was nice to come back and already have the mostly moved in. Maybe a jog around campus would give them enough time to finish up.

"Ethan Shaw. Nice to meet you." He shook the offered hand with a small smile on his face. Sure, it was a bit forced but it had some genuine basis. Ethan didn't exactly warm up to people quickly though.

His eyes followed the figure of the limping teen. It was definitely going to be interesting being around him and sharing a room. He would have to establish early on whether it was a friendship or more since he often had trouble drawing a line between the two unless it was pre-established. Example: Elliot. The two of them had had a relationship in the past but called it off. Sure, they were total broskis now but it came with benefits on the side. The buff football player had a difficult time just being friends with someone he found appealing. Surely they'd cross that bridge when they got to it since they'd only just met.

"Are you still bringing stuff in? I can go for a run to give you guys more space if you want. I still have to get a good five k run in today." He offered.

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He rolled on the bed, moving to prop his head up on the pillow. Merlin had an odd way of talking about him. Maybe it was because he was nervous but all in all, Denny found it rather cute and endearing. He offered another smile before answering the slew of questions.

"I'm from the big apple. NYC. I'm majoring in business or something of the like." Running a hand through his short hair, his eyes took in the image of his roommate.

"So you want to be a writer? Do you write a lot right now? Like, have you written any stories?" He rolled back over, his finger running lazily over his lips. His other hand played with the hem of the borrowed sweater and his eyes questioned Merlin. Denny took a moment to stretch out his muscles, his shirt riding up to reveal his stomach slightly yet the slight cool breeze barely bothered him. The 'water' must have been enough to ward off his ability to feel the cold.

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The tall Italian sighed as he walked down the hallway. He was free of Bella though his mood hadn't lightened at all since. In fact, he was in a dismal mood with no chance for resurrection any time soon. And so he arrived at his new room with a rain cloud hanging over his head.

He was greeted with the sight of another guy putting up photos. It must have been one of his new room mates. Perhaps it was Peter? This guy didn't really seem like a Naveen though Naveen or whatever it was sounded like some name from the Avatar movie.

"Ciao. My name is Valentino. I suppose we will be room mates for the coming year." He tried to sound happy but he wasn't sure if it came off very well. Still, he wanted to make a good impression since they'd be seeing a lot of each other for a good year or so.

Valentino threw his bag onto the top bunk before he offered his hand for the other guy to shake. Hopefully they'd get along well.

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Bella arrived at an empty room which was perfectly fine with her. The more time she had to set up her things the better. She began unpacking her make up on the small vanity she'd put on top of the desk. The brunette carefulyl placed the lipsticks in order by colour and shine then continued on to sort the mascaras by colour and effect as well as eyeshadows. Once she's arranged everything, she grabbed her box of photos and magazine clippings.

She stuck them up around her bed that she'd carefully chosen. From the bed, she'd get only the evening sun which would prevent any sun damage to her skin while still letting her enjoy the daylight. The pictures went up quickly and soon the area was tastefully covered in photos of her family and friends as well as her portfolio shots and modelling work. She had some up of her friends' modelling work as well to inspire her. Every so often a dance related photo graced the collection, the photos scattered around the wooden letters that spelled out 'Dance like no one's watching'.

The young model stepped away to look over the wall and once she'd found it was acceptable, she moved to her vanity mirror to put her hair up and out of the way so she could continue to unpack the rest of her things.

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The blonde haired country girl played with the edge of her plaid button up shirt as she tried to figure out just where to go. Having lived so far away, Theresa hadn't gotten the chance to go to the school tour so she was currently quite lost as she walked aimlessly down the hallways. The front desk had been closed for a lunch break too so she was feeling very, very slot at this point.

Her leather kicks walked nervously down the hall as she gazed into each room in the hopes of finding someone who could point her in the right direction. She bit her lip in confusion and apprehension while tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. As she turned the corner, she heard someone talking. Theresa's eyes lit up with hope as she quickened her pace.

She slowed as she got closer. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she knocked on the open door to politely get their attention. "Ummm excuse me...I'm sorry to bother you but I seem to be completely and utterly lost." She grinned sheepishly as she bit her lip lightly. She looked at the two guys, one putting photos up and the other introducing himself as Valentino to the first guy.

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Katherine sat at the desk, pouring over the new text book she'd gotten for her Physics class. She had been reading over it for a good hour or so since there was nothing better to do. Her things were already unpacked since she'd arrived the previous day. With a deep breath, she removed her reading glasses and set them down on the open text, magnifying the printed words.

She hummed along to the acoustic music that came from the ipod on the desk beside her. A quick glance out the window told her that her new room mates would most likely be arriving soon unless they were horribly lost. That was a silly idea though since the school was laid out very simply. Surely her room-mates were smarter than that. Then again, she'd never met them. Maybe she would get stuck with some useless girl who only proved to get in the way. She shuddered at the very idea.

The likelihood of her not being able to get along with them seemed small however. Katherine knew how to be nice when it was needed and she didn't feel the need to piss off the girls she's be sharing a room with until the end of second semester. The idea of making some sort of friend while here was also appealing. She leaned back in the chair and stared out the window and just waited while thoughts ran rampant in her mind.
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