LC twisted his key in the lock of his new dorm room and stepped inside quietly. He was told that he already had a roommate and felt a little awkward just barging into the space that some guy had already established as his own, but hey, it was school, what can you do? The little brunette shut the door behind him quietly and took the unoccupied side of the room. A few of his roommate's belongings were scattered on his side, that was to be expected as the guy'd had the room so himself efore. But, LC was careful to move them, and set them kindly on the other guy's bed before unpacking his own things.

First was his bedding, wite silk sheets and a white, cushy down comforter were expertly spread over LC's new bed. Along with a fairly large collection of very fluffy pillows, all in white of course although the pillowcase colors do change from time to time, always to match the sheets. Once his bed was made. the dancer opened the drawer on his bedside table and dropped all of his smaller things inside it; cell phone, change, odds and ends, jewelry, etc. Then, LC turned to the wall to stock his new closet with clothes and shoes. All kinds of outfits, for dress, dance, every day, sleep wear, etc. Basically everything that he'd need at some point, sooner or later. If he found himself lacking he could always go buy more.

The final space to fill was the desk. He dropped his sketch book on the desk that was provided and plugged in his laptop. A few more things were shelved and placed here and there on the desk; knick-knacks, a couple of mermaid figurines, he'll shamefully admit to having an affection for mermaid memorabilia. After that, he added a few of his favorite books to the desk. The final touch was a fish bowl with a little, brightly colored beta inside of it, and a cup of pencils next to his laptop. With everything in place, the desk was all set. LC then returned to the closet and dropped his bags on its floor next to his shoes and he turned back around to get a good look at his own half of the room.

It wasn't completely done yet, but he'd basically set up his own space now. He fell into the comfy mass of pillows on his bed and sighed. The room was thankfully larger than he was expecting so he didn't think he'd have much trouble living with his new roommate. The only things he knew about his roommate were the guy's last name, Evander, his grade, Senior, and his school group, Literature. The young dancer figured that the rest of the details would be up to him to discover. Admittedly though, he was a bit nervous about being in closed quarters with a strange guy.

LC had settled into his bed, content and comfortable. He was relazing and enjoying the short ammount of time that he'd have this room to himself before an all too unfamiliar room mate came to keep him company. Of course he was trying to stay optimistic, everyone had heard horror stories about 'your first room mate.' This one was also two years older than LC himself and in a completely different school group. What if he was a serious literature student and LC's moving in interfered with his 'creative space' or something like that?

Outside of all of this new room mate's potential personality flaws and quirks, LC had more to worry about. The dancer wasn't as naive as he sometimes seemed. He knew that almost everyone at this school didn't exactly have the most PG rated pasts. Weird or bad things have happened to most of the students or they have strange disorders or any number of odd secrets that they try to cover up. Granted the school was full of talented young artists but not one of them was exactly what they seemed to be. What if his room mate was like a total psycho. Or, there're worse things, rapist isn't exactly farfetched in a school like this...

The diminuitive brunette's brow furrowed at the frightening thoughts of all the different possibilities. All the different ways his room mate could potentially behave. The kind of person he could be. LC's discomfort around older men also made him wary about this whole situation. Before he'd had more time to psych himself out, the lock to the door of his new dorm room began to click. the dancer looked up at the door hoping for someone normal...

A scruffy looking young man peeked in through the door before he walked into the room. He didn't look intimidating at all. The fact that LC'd been expecting an intimidating room mate attested to the fact that he'd obviously been worrying too much for nothing. The brunette sat up when his dorm mate spoke, as it was only polite to look him at him since they were only just meeting. "Hi Alister." the young brunette said politely, looking up at his room mate with doe-eyes. "Uh, yeah, I guess I am your dorm mate." He added . "My name's Lani... Well, everyone calls me LC, but, yeah..." He introduced himself, his tone softer than he'd intended it to be.

LC was tugging idly at his clothing while Alister spoke. It was almost like he was trying to keep his shirt looking perfect but it just sorta made him look nervous though. His doe eyes and soft tone didn't help his case too much in seeming confident either. However, Alister spoke kindly, not alot, but he seemed friendly which was reassuring enough for the young brunette to feel just a little bit more confident in himself. "Thanks for the welcome." Then, that question came. It was his favorite question sometimes and other times, well, eh...

It wasn't embarrassing to LC himself, and he didn't think this would be an issue at a school like this, but when people found out he was a dancer they were usually curious as to what kind of dance he did. He didn't mind telling them, but if you end up in a conversation with the wrong kind of teenage male, then well, you got alot of crap for being a ballet dancer. Sometimes LC was just shy about admitting it, it's not like he was embarrassed though. The little brunette was nervous about this whole situation to begin with, he didn't want a roommate giving him grief for his style of dance but, it was probably better to just tell him. He was an artist too, he probably won't care.

"Uh... Ballet." He admitted with a nervous little laugh and a light pink blush. He loved dancing, everything about it actually and right after he'd said it he didn't care really if Alister gave him crap for it. In fact, to be honest, his new room mate looked as nervous as LC himself. Also he seemed a bit, twitchy? The dancer just shrugged it off as a random observation and smiled up at his dorm mate, still doe-eyed and a bit wary. "What about you? Literature huh? What do you do?" He asked, his tone not as soft as it had been but still not big and confident.

"Football? Me?" LC laughed at the statement. At an even 5'5" height and not exactly the bulkiest build he definitely was not a football player. "Do I look like a football player to you?" He asked, laughing softly still. At least Alister was comfortable. I mean, he could've been saddled with a room mate around whom he felt totally awkward, Alister seemed pretty easy going though.

The young brunette listened to his room mate speak and admit to being a writer of short stories. "Short stories? Really?" LC asked, his tone perking up a bit. "That actually sounds really interesting." He stated. "D'you... Um... D'you have any stories you wanna share?" The young dancer asked, smiling softly at his room mate. "It's cool if you don't wanna, I'm just trying to get to know you a little better." He admitted with a kind smile. "I mean, I might as well if we're gonna be living together., right? You can be like the big brother I never had." He said with a forced giggle.

"You're not being too talkative at all." LC reassured Al. Honestly, the older guy seemed a bit quiet. He was talking, sure, but he seemed a bit shy and withdrawn. Not unlike the way LC himself is alot of the time. He used to be more vibrant, but, things change. Bad things happen, you know how it goes... "Georgia." The little brunette stated, looking over to his room mate. "I lived in Georgia. Pretty much my whole life." He admitted, blushing slightly. "Sorry if that's lame." He laughed.

"What about you? Where're you from?" LC asked. "What do you like to do for fun? Do you have a job? Are you seeing someone? D'you ever miss your family while your here? D'you..." LC trailed off before asking another question. He'd snapped back into a childish old habit of asking random, rapid-fire questions. "Sorry..." He blushed. "I didn't mean to be all nosy and talk that much." He admitted softly. "You don't have to tell me any of that stuff if you don't wanna." He said, still smiling kindly.

"I guess random questions just help to break the ice, ya know?" OK, now he felt like a spaz. He hasn't been good at meeting new people lately. He's nervous around older guys anyway, now he was living with one he'd never met. Guess it's just safer to know as much as he could. At least he was starting to feel more comfortable, his tone wasn't as soft and timid as it'd been a few minutes ago.

LC laughed softly, "Actually, I have an older brother." The young brunette admitted. "I guess it just sounded better when I said 'the older brother I never had' ya know?" He stated with a kind smile. He felt pretty at ease at this point. Al seemed like someone he'd get along well with. Which, given his feelings towards certain older guys, was a pretty good thing.

"Haha, sorry again for the question attack by the way." LC apologized again before answering Alister's 'ditto' questions. The dancer took a moment to look around the room and gather his thoughts. "Well, stuff I do for fun? I like dancing. Obviously." He admitted with a little laugh. "Outside of that I really just do whatever. I used to be big on clubs and parties, I guess I still kinda am. I just don't talk to as many people when I go." He stated softly, looking away for a second. He wasn't about to go into his past or his current love for certain beverages and so he just kinda stopped with the talk of parties and the like. Next question.

"As for a job, I've never had one." The little brunette told his room mate. "I mean, I guess I'd like one but I think I might get bored with it too easily. I dunno, maybe I'll get something on the side later this year." He stated optimistically. "We'll see what happens." LC said with a kind smile still sitting on his features. Then the next question, dating. "Haha, dating... Not so much on my list of things to do these days." He said, looking away and tugging at his clothes again. "It's not like I don't want to, I guess I'm just a bit shaky about it. I dunno..."

LC took a breath and he continued answering his own questions for Alister, keeping his mind off his history with dating, "I miss my mom. Even my brother sometimes, annoying as he can be. But, being here's a great opportunity. Or, so I've heard... I've also heard about the types of people who come here so I'm still waiting to see how I feel about the place. I am ok though, here without family I mean. It's not like I'm miserably home sick or anything." He said with another soft laugh. LC stopped tugging at his clothes and looked up at Al with a bright smile that he kinda had to force. "So you've been here for a while right? What's there to do around town?" The young dancer asked.

So it was a bit of a random change of subject. Well, not really that random, just different. All he wanted was to get the topic of conversation off of himself. Not like he didn't want to tell Al about himself, just some of the quesitons stuck his thoughts on something he really didn't want them to be on. "Feel free to say no to this question," LC began, flashing another bright smile, "But, d'you think you could show me around town and the school? I mean, I don't know anyone else and it'd help to know what's around." He noted.