Room 517 (You Guys Stop Missing Me Yet?/Open)

[Jack Vincent Fitzroy]

Jack sighed heavily as he slid into the driveway at 7 o-clock at night. He stared at the huge looming buildings above him and twitched a little. He was not a fan of dorms. The only reason he liked his was because of his roomies, but other than that, the four of them usually ended up refurnishing it and hiding everything in the empty room across the way. Apparently the room was haunted, so no one ever went there. In reality, it was just packed full of the ugly furnishings the boys hated. They wanted their rooms to look like a bachelor pad... not a hotel room.

Slipping out of his car and locking it down as usual, Jack made his way heavily up the stairs to the fifth floor, and down the hall to the huge suite-like dorm room that the four of them lived in comfortably. He slid the key in the lock and cranked the door open, thinking all the while you'd think they'd have gotten this door fixed over the summer! and swearing about it in avid french. He slammed the door behind him. If it was just Edward here, he knew what he'd be doing, and Jack would like to make himself known, no matter how much it was entertaining to walk in and snap a picture.

"Honies!" He yelled out in a mocking voice, "I'm home!" He said even quietly, more to himself, "Please don't come out naked." He took off his jacket and hung it in it's normal spot... along with the millions of other jackets. It was a good thing all of them were about the same height and weight, he could never remember which jackets were actually his anymore. He just popped on whatever matched these days. Everyone did.

[Ian Ackart]

For Ian Ackart the day had started pretty early. Well-- if noon could be considered early. The other guys were well aware that Ian could be a bit irritable in the morning. A bit might be an understatement. Loki and Edward had both gone out by time Ian woke up and Jack had been off--doing that thing he does. It left the whole dorm open for Ian. After waking Ian decided that it was time for brunch, which consisted of a fruit roll-up, an apple, and two percent milk because Ian always thought he was fat.

Around three o'clock Ian reall started to get bored. There were only so many things that he could do. One thing Ian was not good at was being bored. He just can't handle that kind of stress! Ian had to think of a way to keep his energy up. Everyone knew Ian hated being alone. When he was alone he usually started thinking about stuff... and stuff was NOT good... So Ian found a way to distract himself. He opened the minifridge that Janice had so nicely donated to their loverly dorm and scoped out his GIGANTIC monster energry drink.

Half way through the energy drink Ian was already wired. It was about six by the time Ian had finished the whole thing. The room started to feel a bit stuffy so Ian took his shirt of, of course. The guys were used to Ian having his shirt off when things got a little stuffy so it wouldn't bother Ian to have any of them come in. Besides- it wasn't like Ian was into any of them like that. Well, he did have a small crush on one of them, but that was beside the point.

Ian tensed slightly as he heard Jack's voice come through the dorm. "DON'T COME IN! I'M NOT DECENT!" He yelled jokingly. Ian stood from his bed and stretched his arms in the air. He then saw Jack and busted out laughing, "Haha, when am I ever decent? Welcome back to the dark side, my friend." Ian didn't mind much that Jack wanted to hang out at his flat some. Sometimes Ian could get pretty bored, but then he could just annoy Jack with text messages.

[Jack Vincent Fitzroy]

Jack twitched, and scoweled a little. Then he yelled out. "Well, if you aren't decent it had better be with someone!" As most knew Jack was not a fan of the do-it-yourself thing. Blech, generally. "AND SHE BETTER BE PRETTY!" He yelled, pointing an acusing finger in Ian's voices direction. "NO FUCKING COYOTE UGLY'S IN MY DORM!"

He went over and punched Ian in the arm, to show he was joking. Undueing the annoying first button on his shirt, he went straight to the mini fridge and pulled out his sailor jerry's rum, and a half a 2 litre of coke. Taking a glass, he mixed the two and shot it down. He loved the taste of hard liquer. It went down sweet and then went suddenly bitter. A nice feeling.

"Want one?" he asked Ian, holding up the glass as if to show the contents. He felt a discomfort on his neck and rubbed at it. His neck felt really wierd after that weekend, and Jack was wondering if they hadn't killed one of his arteries unintentionally (not really awake enough to realize how dead he'd be if that were true, of course).

[Ian Ackart]

Ian raised his hands in defense, "Me? Settle for ugly? Hellz to the no!" He laughed. At least he could joke about shit like that with Jack. It never bothered Ian to joke around. Of all the people that stayed in room 517... Ian was pretty sure that he was the only virgin. As if that made anything better. But Ian had seen enough of the way Eddie acted to be able to joke around about it convincingly. Ian had limited secrets, but the virgin thing was his and his alone. That was not going to make it out to the public any time soon. Eh--

The rum and coke was a good thought. Ian did want one, but he was already pretty hyped up on that monster he had earlier. "Eh- I better not." Ian said as he walked toward Jack. "I had a fucking huge energy drink earlier. I can get intoxicated without having to go through the trouble of mixing drinks." Yeah-- Ian plus energy drink usually equals massive hysteria. This time Ian had managed to tone it down a bit, but the hyper edge was still there on the tener of Ian's voice. Uh-oh... Jack was rubbing his neck.

Somehow that made Ian want to laugh. "What did that girl do to you?" Ian joked, "All weekend. I think that's a record." Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. Chances were Eddie had beaten it. Ah well-- Ian poked Jack's shoulder with a wild grin spread over his lips, "You have no idea how bored I've been today. NOOO IDEAAAA!" Really... it had been terrible... all day. "Missed ya, man." Ian jokingly returned Jack's play punch from earlier before turning and heading back toward his bed.

Ian turned and glanced back toward Jack as he reached his bed. "Tell anyone I said that and yer a dead man." Eh- Ian wouldn't kill 'em for it. Ian loved how close he was with his roomies. They were all pretty great. Even Eddie had his own way about him that Ian slightly admired, which was odd since Ian was least like him. Ian was sort of the most outrageously crazy out of the four of them. He was indeed his own wild, outgoing, freak. It didn't seem to bother Ian that all of his roomies were Elite and he wasn't.

Ian didn't need to be Elite or Popular to be considered a fun guy to hang around with. The lable of freak had somehow been placed on the right guy. He was a freak... just in a good way. If that was even possible.

[Loki Yamato Ryan]

&& Jack Vincent Fitzroy
&& Ian Seth Ackart

Loki had woken up that morning to the sound of his cell screaming. Yes, it was actually screaming. Loki had considered just ignoring the call, but figured that his tou-san (dad) wouldn’t appreciate it. Loki had gotten the scream in a text from someone in Japan, and he’d set it to his ring for Grant Ryan. He’d picked up the phone and groggily said hello. Figure this. Tou-san was in the city for a day shooting some scenes there and he wanted Loki to go with him to spend some ‘quality time’. Apparently he’d already made sure that Loki had nothing with the school that day, and that Loki had no choice and the vehicle would be downstairs in an hour. With that the phone had been hung up on the other side.

Loki had sighed and looked around finding the time, forgetting that it said on his cell. The clock beside his bed said in large red numbers that it was only seven in the morning. Now Loki was normally a fairly good morning person, at least compared to some in the dorm, but SEVEN! He’d been planning on sleeping til at least nine, possibly ten. He’d rolled out of his bed, and gotten ready, careful not to wake anyone else up. He was downstairs, waiting – already bored – at exactly an hour from the call. Ten minutes later the vehicle had arrived.

So, he’d spent the rest of the day, sitting in a chair bored out of his mind. Tou-san had been too busy directing to actually talk to Loki. Though Loki would have made sure that the conversations had ended fast if he had. Loki had been enthused when he’d found his father, but that had quickly faded to boredom and anger. The only people that really had talked to him were the hair stylists and make-up artists, apparently they liked his style and thought that ‘Grant’ should include Loki in some films, even if they were minor parts. At this Loki declined. He had no wish to be in a movie, not one his tou-san’s movies anyways. It wasn’t that they were bad, but Loki figured that he would go insane spending that much time with Grant.

When the shooting was over, they’d all gone out for an early dinner, well, almost all of them. All of the cast and heads of the different production groups. That had been the most boring part of it all. They talked about the movie, and scenes that they wanted to change, and what they thought the music should be like. Loki had been incredibly thankful when it was over. No more of that shit!!!

Except that tou-san wanted to hang out more… No. Loki put his foot down, saying that he needed to get back to the dorm to get ready for something that was happening later that night. So Loki had been dropped off. The last twelve hours had been excruciating and Loki was glad to be getting back to the dorm.

Loki walked in the door and hung up his coat, noticing that while a coat was missing that had been there when he’d left, another had replaced it. He called out into the place, “Tadaima.” He walked farther into the dorm and noticed Jack standing at the mini fridge with a glass in his hands, and enough time to see Ian run from the room. “Hello Jack. Ian.” He flopped into one of the chairs. “Pour me a glass Jack. Today was hell intensified!”

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[Jack Vincent Fitzroy]

"You?" Jack said, almost horribly, "Settle for anything at all?" He lifted an eyerbrow, as if to say 'shame on you!' and then broke into a large smile. "I still have yet to walk in on you doing anything anyway." His smile got even wider. "Then I won't shut about it for a week, take horrible pictures, and send them to Gabby xoxo Gossip so that everyone will know." Then he frowned. "Mind you, that would mean less fun trying to find the right woman for you... I'd be out a job."

Jack twitched at the words "energy drink." He did not like energy drinks. They were illegal in his country, and for many good reasons he fully stood by. "I cannot believe you still drink that crap." he said with a frown, "People have died from it." And it wasn't just from drinking it and getting into a situation where it is possible you could die, it was from the taurine inside. Really, it was like coffee mixed with Ritalin and Prozac. Nobody in France was drinking it, ever.

"Uh..." Jack frowned a little, and messaged his neck a bit more. "Bit at it... a lot." Then his eyes widened... he hadn't realized that before. "With one girl, yeah, that would be a record." His face crunched up in an 'i'm annoyed' manner. "I'm going to have to wear high collars in class now. Great."

Jack raised an eyebrow and a bemused look ran over his face. "Aww, did ickle-ian miss his roommate?" Jack grinned, "Did you cry at night without me there to pat your head?" He looked at him mockingly. "There aren't monsters in the closet is there? Shall I get you a teddy and a night-light?" He grinned to show he was joking as well, and probably because the alcohol was starting to take effect on him. Jack was a little crueler when he was drunk, but not much, it was only really noticeable to his closer friends. "My lips are invisibly sealed." Jack missed Ian as well, though he never would just come out and admit it. You have to be a manly man when you play the games Jack does... right?

Jack heard the door open and stopped in mid drink to see a very exhasperated Loki walk in their main room. "Bienvenue!" Jack said, not really sure exaclty "Tadaima" meant, but by how he only said it when he came home to them, he figured his "welcome" fit the mark. "Will do," he said to the drink. He grabbed another glass and mixed the same drink he had to Loki's standards, though he added a little more alcohol than usual, due to the 'hell' quip. "Voila!" Jack said, handing Loki his drink.

((OK! So I am defining our Dorms. I imagine it sort of as a suite. As rich people, though we wouldn't have our own bathrooms (that's like, law) We would have some awesome dorms. So I figure, we have a Living Room *click* and a Kitchen *click* and a bedroom each. This would be Jack's bedroom: *click*))

[Ian Ackart]

"Pish posh!" Ian replied to Jack's comment about energy drinks. "I'm not dead yet, man." And he didn't plan on dyin. Ian didn't drink MANY energy drinks... just one or two every now and then. Usually he didn't tell Jack or let Jack see him drink them because of the little vendetta against energy drinks. Hey-- Jack came to a country where they're legal and loved... he'd have toget used the the fact that Americans are awesome at killing themselves slowly. It was made an American tradition when hamburgers were invented. Why stop there?

Ian shuffled back into Jack's room, chuckling. "Yeah and you missed it." Ian said jokingly with a smile, "I wasn't awares, Jackie boy, that you needed to sleep with a teddy bear and nightlight." Ian shook his head slowly, "and I thought my case was bad. At least you had your main girl there at your flat so she could bite at the monsters and scare them away." Yeah-- Ian went there. Well, hickey jokes were usually not his style, but he kind of enjoyed the back and forth banter with drunk Jack at times.... although... there were some times when Jack would get unusually cruel when he was drunk. Ian usually found out whattimes those were and just stayed at a distance.

When the door opened Ian jerked his head back and grinned as he saw Loki. Eh- Loki- It wasn't that Ian didn't like Loki. Nah- it was a little of the opposite, but Ian turned his attention away from that little matter. "Hell intensified? That sounds all sorts of fun." Ian was being sarcastic and he did the matching eyeroll to show that he was being sarcastic... or was it ironic? Whichever. He didn't think either of them really needed any type of strong alcohol at the moment.

Ian raised an eyebrow, Rum.... this place is going to smell like shit in the morning." Rum did not smell bad. It was what rum cause that made the smell bad. Yuck. Ian didn't like to think about that. He would just wake up early and run out. "So, you guys have to be going to Sevvi and Krissi's halloween party. So spill it... what's the amazing costumes?"

[Loki Yamato Ryan]

&& Jack Vincent Fitzroy
&& Ian Seth Ackart

After Loki had said ‘Tadaima’, he’d realized that he’d done it again. He internally promised himself each time he said it as he entered that he wouldn’t say it the next time. But every time he said it. It was something that had been habit for so long that it was hard not to say when he entered a place that he considered ‘home’. And the French that came after that statement slightly annoyed and confused him, but he’d figured that if was going to continually speak Japanese every time he walked through that damn door, then Jack could say whatever he was saying in French back.

Loki resettled himself in the chair, as Jack agreed to make him a drink, “A - Thank you Jack.” And there, another Japanese word wanting out Arigato – thank you. This was what happened when he went home for the summer, he got used to responding to anyone and everyone in Japanese, not English. Though he was happy that he’d caught himself on that one. He stretched, covering his mouth momentarily as he yawned. “I’ve remembered why I don’t do seven o’ fricken’ clock in the morning.” It was too early in the morning and meant that Loki would feel to tired to do stuff for the rest of the day, though it did all truly depend on what was scheduled for the day.

He shook his head at Ian’s little quip. It wasn’t that he was missing the sarcasm in Ian’s voice it was that Loki had truly wanted to strangle the man that he’d searched for a year and a half for. “Oh. It was loads of fun. I sat around on my ass all day and had these…” His hands spread wide into jazz hands that were on either side of his face as he pursed his lips, “idiots hanging around me all day, because my father thought that it would be a great way to bond.” He rolled his eyes.

He took the glass from Jack’s hand and had a sip, feeling the liquid slide down his throat. It was truly a good thing that none of the adults ever checked their dorms, or they would get in so much trouble for all the alcohol, that was illegal at their age. “Very good, Jack.” It was just what he needed. Loki wasn’t a cruel drunk when he had alcohol to drink, if anything his demeanour relaxed, and he generally became very sociable. Something that Loki both liked and disliked. He was glad that he wasn’t a mean drunk, but he disliked feeling so open. So, generally he only had mild drinks, but not tonight. Tonight it was strong, and Jack had seemed to have guessed that.

Loki shrugged, “I’m not intending to get smashed, just want enough to take the edge off.” As he had no want to wake up to the putrid smell of puke, or anything of the like. He couldn’t speak for Jack, seeing as Loki only knew what Jack had told him at Minado, so things could have changed.

Loki laughed, loosening up already, feeling some of the tension leave his shoulders. “Why should we say, you haven’t said yours.” But then again, Loki knew that most of them would have no idea who his costume was, seeing as though he’d insisted on the music for his personal tone on their phones, he doubted that any of them had actually looked the singer up. “Gackt-San. He’s a singer in Japan.”

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[Edward Colin Griffith]

Eddie Griffith, yo!

Eddie drove his baby carefully into the driveway and grinned when he saw Jack's car already locked down for the night. A little bit early to be nesting for the night, eh Jack? He parked his black W221 S-Class right behind the Frenchman's car, hesitated for a moment before locking it, and made his way into the building that was the boys' dorms. He walked up the stairs with a slight skip in his steps, boy wasn't the English boy in a good mood, and finally made it to the dorm he shared with the other guys. He entered quietly and threw his jacket back on its spot and smirked to himself when he heard Loki say something about 'hell intensified'. Tell me about it, man.

He walked into where the guys were talking and waved two fingers at them, his customary hello sign. His eyes settled on the two bottles, and ah yes, a drink would be nice. Eddie never could decline a good glass of alcohol. "Be a gent and pour me a nice glass, Jacky boy." He smirked again and paused. "And just the rum, if you please." He gave a nod and proceeded to throw himself on Jack's bed. "Psht. What do parents know?" He rolled his eyes, jumping right into the conversation. But that was Eddie, confident Eddie. "All they care about is themselves." He said rather bitterly. "Well, at least mine anyway." He murmured after a pause.

He gave a yawn, god he had woken up far too early today. It was actually Loki's cell that was his little morning alarm this time, usually it was the sound of his door closing when the female of the night snuck out of the dorm. But no girl, or girls, this morning, Eddie had stayed up late doing homework. Pah. The guys would choke if they knew. Ed? Do homework? That was new, wasn't it? "Aww, don't worry. It's not our room anyway, so we don't have to be responsible for cleaning up the mess." He winked at Ian and chuckled.

His expression turned into a thoughtful one when the Halloween party was mentioned. But of course he'll go. The party was a perfect excuse for girls to dress up like sluts for a night and have fun. Hmm... what's not to like? And Eddie being Eddie wouldn't miss it for the world. He turned to Loki and grinned. He wasn't a big fan of JRock, but he vaguely knew the singer and could just imagine Loki as him. He laughed. "I wouldn't have expected anything else from you, Lo." He already knew what he would go as, he did once he found out who Kristen was dressing up as. Everyone knew Eddie's little infatuation for the elite girl, and they also knew he only wanted her because he couldn't have her. The chances were, if she ever became his, Edward would only get bored with her and then dump her. Wasn't he a jerk, though? But Ed was a playboy through and through, thus his costume - Hugh Hefner.

[Jack Vincent Fitzroy]

((pardon my lateness... I was trying to make heads or tails out of who says what when....))

Jack rasined an eyebrow at Ian. "Well really, you have that all backwards and mixed up, Ian-my-boy. I'm the monster for my agressiveness, so it's my grunting you hear, my woman is my teddy bear, 'cause really, I won't let her go all night, and it is really hard to fuck in the dark so I do need the nightlight." Jack grinned, despite himself, "You don't have an excuse, unless she's hiding under your bed. And if she is, really, let her have some rum!" He held up his bottle matter-of-factly, knowing that any girl would probably spit something this strong out no matter how much coke they added to it.

As Edward entered, and asked for a drink, Jack just stared at him while holding his rum bottle. He looked at his bottle, and then back at Edward. "Are you fucking insane?" He said, eyes wide with horror, "This isn't girly rum... it's 92 proof. I'd have to give you like a half a shot! Unless you really want alcohol poisoning." His hand held the rum steady over a new glass.

He let Ian and Ed talk to Loki about horrible parents. He never did like these conversations, and he was very much enjoying his drink, sips at a time. He had ended up drinking champagne all weekend, so this stuff was heaven to him right now. Really, what was it with woman and bubbly alcohol. It tasted wierd after awhile to him, but they never seemed to get bored of it. Odd how that happened. His head did snap up at Loki saying he didn't wisht to get smashed. Jack put up his hand, as if to break into the conversation lightly.

"I for one am simply having a very little amount as a nightcap." Nightcaps were very common still in his country. "And really Ed, it's not about cleaning it up... it's about smelling it in the morning and then attempting to get through class smashed." He remembered the last time they did that. It was hell. Ever tried to write a test when all that came to mind was 'Jack drinks Jack. Jack likes Jack.' over and over again.

Jack grinned on Loki's choice. It was so obvious. Loki had introduced Gackt to Jack last year, and thought the language was quite different, the tones in the music were enough to rival his Slipknot and Korn. He had some beautiful lyrics, when you translated them as well. Jack compares Gackt to Jonathen Davis. They both knew how to make their music lyrical, and with a meaning. He shrugged though, when it came to what he was wearing. "I'm just pulling out my sunglasses and my leather jacket and being a modern day aviator. I'm lazy. How about you, Ian.. Ed?"

[Ian Ackart]

Of course Lokie would go as Gackt. Ian should have been able to see that one coming from a mile away. Instead of replying right away to Loki Ian shifted his gaze to Jack. At that point Ed walked in. PERFECT! Absolutely perfect. This was going to be great... announcing his costume with his inspiration right there. Ian watched quietly as the conversation continued. Ed, of course, wanted some rum, and Jack, unsurprisingly, not willing to let go of too much of it. Eh-- Ian just loved the roomie thing. It was interesting how such different personalities mixed together and actually got along for the most part.

Ian shrugged, "Well, my costume is going to be the scariest of them all." He said with a sly grin. "I'm going as none other than Eddie G!" Yep- Ian had already bought the hair dye and everything. It was going to be something great. Ian rolled his eyes, "This oughta be a lot better than last year when I replicated Loki." Last year hadn't been a complete disaster, but one night in the shoes of Loki... well, Ian wasn't going back. He had spent most of that night pushing his hair out of his face and using Japanese words that he didn't necessarily understand, but had heard at least in context before.

Eventually Ian would run out of people that he could properly impersonate. Eh- it might not be bad to come up with an actual creative costume for once. But it was good for Ian to dress up as his roomies. It meant that he really had to get to know them. The only one Ian had yet to dress up as was Jack and that would be pretty difficult for Ian to pull off. Ian just didn't look all that much like Jack. He looked the most like Loki, but that had been the hardest.

"Yep-" Ian added. "I'm going to dye my hair brownish and everything." The halloween party was sure to be a hit. They always seemed to get better as the years rolled by. Ian loved a good party and he would make an appearance as long as he was invited.

((Sorry for the shortness))