|
|
Post by Damian O'Callaghan on Aug 5, 2011 21:09:33 GMT -5
. tell the world
i'm coming home .
Damian let his fingers trail across the numbers outside the door, counting in his head as he limped heavily along. 6...7...8...9...no, wait... Frustrated, he stopped, running his hand over the number again, just to make sure. 9. Crap. He turned and fumbled back up the wall, grasping for the doorknob to the room that was supposed to be his. After a moment of searching, he found the elusive piece of metal, and stood without turning it. There was going to be someone in the room with him - he knew this was true, because they'd been kind enough to inform him of that before he stumbled on the unwanted person.
Okay, that made him sound like a jerk. It wasn't that the roommate was unwanted, exactly...it was being around another new person that was unwanted. Another person who'd tiptoe to keep from saying or doing the wrong thing around him; who'd try and help compensate for Damian's blindness. What if he found out about the amnesia, too? There might be no beating the guy away... No! Damian let his forehead bump the door, forcing the pessimism as away as he could. The bloke might be cool. Maybe he'll understand. Trying to think positively, Damian twisted the knob and pushed in, feeling the flow of the air to check for any obstacles. There were none, and he shuffled unevenly through the door, listening for any sound of a person within. There was no one.
Relieved, Damian let one hand probe down around his hand as he searched for the bed he thought would be to the left. There was a moment of empty air, the currents swirling unhelpfully through the blank space. And then he felt one of the currents brush a bed six inches from his hand, the air sliding up over a pillow and neatly made covers. He couldn't tell if it was his roommate's bed, or the open one, and wasn't sure he cared at this point - besides, he could always move his bag if need be. With that thought, Damian swung the backpack onto the bed, and turned to face the rest of the room. Or, at least, he thought it was the rest of the room. (A quick probe with the air proved that he was more or less facing the correct direction.) It was a spacious room, two beds, two dressers, two doors that led somewhere - he couldn't be sure where - and he thought only one window between the two doors.
Suddenly tired, Damian sank onto the bed behind him, letting his right leg remain extended. The joint still hurt from its introduction to the bed in the Infirmary, and he could only hope the pain would fade back to the accustomed ache quickly. Absently massaging his knee, Damian let his mind wander away from those thoughts and instead back to pondering about his roommate. Part of him was curious about meeting him - he didn't know if he'd ever shared a room with anyone before - while another part absolutely dreaded it.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------
. [/size] (OOC: I can change how the room looks, if you want. I sort of took liberty with that... ><) |
|
|
|
Post by Shiloh Wright on Aug 5, 2011 22:37:52 GMT -5
Quick decisions can be dangerous.  but that doesn't mean [/color]
ONE LAST THING: I think we'll just figure out the layout
of the dorm as we go along [/div] Shiloh whistled to himself as he stood at the end of the hallway. While most students were looking at each door as they passed, murmering the room's number as they did so, Shiloh took an easier approach. His unnatural looking eyes zoomed in, quickly scanning each door until he found the number nine.
Technically it was only a single digit number and he could have just kept walking until he reached the ninth door but Shiloh liked having a chance to use his powers. Most kids at the school had some sort of elemental power or a projectile power, while Shiloh simply had super hearing and vision. This gave him a limited number of opportunities to use it, so when the chance came he took it.
The rustling of feathers drew his attention down to the cage he held in his left hand. Inside sat his owl Radar, curious as to what was outside the cover that lay draped over the cage. He hated having his owl cramped up into the tiny cage and planned to let the owl loose in the room once he got there. The owl was already trained to only go to the bathroom on newspaper, which let Shiloh allow the owl to fly around in the room without using the furniture as his own personal toilet. He just hoped that his roommate wouldn't be pissed about having a giant bird chill in the room with them.
With bird cage in one hand and suitcase in the other, the nineteen year old strolled down the hall until he reached the already seen door. He opened up the door to find that his roommate had already found his way inside. "Well hey there. Name's Shiloh." The unusual eyed teen plopped his suitcase down on the free bed before placing the bird cage on a nearby dresser. "Oh, hope you don't mind birds . . . well, big birds that is." He smirked, knowing that whether or not his roommate liked owls Radar was here to stay. The teen kept the cover on the owl cage, letting the owl settle for a minute or two before letting it explore the room.
Shiloh sat down on the edge of the bed, leaning forward and letting his elbows rest on his knees. He eyed his roommate, who seemed to look fairly average and not threatening at least. But there was one thing that seemed off to the nineteen year old. The guy's eyes looked a little bloodshot, as though he hadn't gotten enough sleep. "Your eyes okay bud? You look like you haven't slept in years." It was fairly ironic that Shiloh, the orange eyed teen, was asking what was wrong with someone's eyes when he himself looked like a circus freak. that they aren’t fun. [/center] |
|
|
|
Post by Damian O'Callaghan on Aug 6, 2011 15:10:28 GMT -5
. tell the world
i'm coming home .
Damian nearly came out of his skin when the door opened and he heard the person enter. Of course, he'd been listening to all the noise from the hall, but it had been with only half an ear and even less attention. He didn't even get a chance to let his heart stop thudding before the intruder was speaking to him. "Well hey there. Name's Shiloh." Shiloh...Shiloh...his roommate's name was Shiloh. Not an intruder, then. Taking a slow, steadying breath, Damian jerked a nod of welcome, letting the breath out before giving an answer. "Damian O'Callaghan. Nice to meet you." He didn't offer a hand to shake, unwilling to let on any sign of his weakness just yet.
He listened to Shiloh drop something on the floor - a suitcase, or something like it, he was going to guess. It was followed by an unexpected sound, something metal on the wood of one of the dressers. Damian paused only a moment before trying to send out a little gust of wind to find out what the object had been. He got only a vague impression - something fairly large and bullet-shaped. Intrigued, he sent another puff, listening to Shiloh settle onto the other bed. The second puff sent back only the same vague impression, though he thought he had heard a weird shuffling noise. He would have wondered what it meant, but Shiloh's question distracted him. "You look like you haven't slept in days." It came as such a surprise, that he couldn't help laughing aloud at the irony. Lack of sleep? Fortunately, he managed to stifle the sound quickly, pressing a fist to his mouth to silence it. "Sorry. It's...uh...not sleep-related. I burned out my retinas, somehow. Can't see a thing."
---------------------------------------------------------------------------
. [/size] |
|
|
|
Post by Shiloh Wright on Aug 6, 2011 15:48:29 GMT -5
Quick decisions can be dangerous. but that doesn't mean [/color]
ONE LAST THING: None [/div] "Damian O'Callaghan. Nice to meet you." Shiloh smiled a little, "Same here." Shiloh had built him up a reputation of having a huge temper and being extremely impulsive. These two traits sometimes combined to create a bit of a jerk, but the nineteen year old was also fairly nice as long as you didn't do something to piss him off. Students either thought of him as an immature teen who thought the world was his playground or a nice guy with a spontaneous and sometimes mischevious personality. So far his roommate seemed like a good guy, at least as far as first impressions came. He seemed a little introverted but with Shiloh's outgoing personality he assumed that that may change fairly quickly.
"Sorry. It's...uh...not sleep-related. I burned out my retinas, somehow. Can't see a thing." Shiloh could not help find the irony in the situation, the highly sensed student had been given a roommate who couldn't see a darn thing. He started to wonder whether or not the academy officials had done this on purpose, but he wasn't sure if they had the sense of humor to make such an unlikely pairing. "Ah, well you seem pretty capable. I mean you made it down to the dorm room at least." Shiloh turned his head towards the fluttering of feathers, and remembered that he should probably let his roommate know what they were sharing their room with. "Not sure if you figured it out yet, but I brought a pet . . . he isn't exactly your usual pet though. He's an owl." He took off the cover of the cage, figuring that now might be a good time for at least Radar to take a good look at Damian.
"His name is Radar, he's super friendly so you don't have to worry about him clawing your face off or anything." Shiloh let out a soft laugh, hoping the lighten up the unusual situation. "Just thought I'd let you know in case you happen to feel a wing hit you." Shiloh only planned to let the owl out during the day time, as they would be spending most of their time in class anyway. Well, at least Shiloh would sometimes be spending his time in class. And even if his roommate happened to still be in the room when the owl was out, Radar was nocturnal so he would be a little sluggish in the morning anyway. that they aren’t fun. [/center] |
|
|
|
Post by Damian O'Callaghan on Aug 6, 2011 22:18:27 GMT -5
. tell the world
i'm coming home .
Damian braced himself as soon as he had finished speaking, waiting for the inevitable reaction to his words. It didn't come. Instead Shiloh seemed to causally accept that he was blind, and - unheard of - thought he was capable. He couldn't help the smile as he nodded his head in thanks. "Thanks. Although insisting on a second floor dorm room might have been a bad idea in hindsight." The Headmistress had offered him a room on the ground floor, but he had decided that wouldn't do. If he didn't push himself, he'd never get better. (Granted, he was sort of skipping a few of the intermediate steps...but no one had to know that, right?)
The same rustling sound came from the weird shape on the dresser, and Damian turned his head to listen. Shiloh began to speak at the same moment, and Damian could only assume his roommate was looking in the same direction. "He's an owl." Owl. ...A bird. Birds had feathers. That explained the sound. Interested - he didn't know if he knew what an owl actually looked like - he waited while Shiloh moved toward the cage and moved something that hushed like cloth. As soon as the cloth was moved, Damian pursed his lips and blew, hoping to guide the air better. It hit the cage (he could tell this time that it had bars) and outlined a decent picture of the animal inside. So that was an owl...
"His name's Radar, he's super friendly so you don't have to worry about him clawing off your face or anything." The introduction was followed by a laugh, and a considerate thought that made Damian smile. That was good news - he could just make out the talons on the bird. "As long as he doesn't touch my face, I think I'm okay." In fact, he was still incredibly curious; the air wasn't giving him a very good look at this new creature. "Can I pet him? I mean, does he mind other people?"
---------------------------------------------------------------------------
. [/size] |
|
|
|
Post by Shiloh Wright on Aug 6, 2011 22:57:47 GMT -5
Quick decisions can be dangerous. but that doesn't mean [/color] ONE LAST THING: None [/div] "Thanks. Although insisting on a second floor dorm room might have been a bad idea in hindsight." Shiloh smiled, he was glad that his roommate had a bit of humor in him. He didn't think he could deal with a mopey blind guy. A happy blind guy sounded fine, even fun now that he thought about it. "Nothing like a good challenge. For you stairs and for me basic school work."
The nineteen year old flicked his orange eyes towards the lightly colored bird, watching it preen it's soft feathers. To him the creatures were beautiful, and it made them all the more special considering that he shared DNA with an owl. "As long as he doesn't touch my face, I think I'm okay." It was good that his roommate was cool with sharing the room with Radar, as he had no plans to get rid of the bird. "Can I pet him? I mean, does he mind other people?" Not only did Damian not mind the bird but he seemed curious, and Shiloh was happy to oblige. "He loves people, at least most of them. But yeah you can pet him, just let me get him out."
Shiloh slipped on the thick handling glove he always wore when he held Radar. He unlatched the metal door and swung it open with a small creak. Seeing the brown glove, the bird quickly hopped onto his hand. Shiloh stood up, carefully balancing the owl as he did so. He sat down on Damian's bed and made sure to keep Radar's back to the roommate so that he wouldn't accidentally touch the bird's sharp beak. "He's about . . . eh ten inches in front of you. I made it so you won't poke him in the eye or anything so you don't have to worry about that. So you can just go ahead and pet him." that they aren’t fun. [/center] |
|
|
|
Post by Damian O'Callaghan on Aug 7, 2011 0:01:18 GMT -5
. tell the world
i'm coming home .
Damian was relieved to find that Shiloh's voice seemed happy as he agreed to let Damian pet the bird. Unsure if he should get up or stay on the bed, he listened hard to see what Shiloh was doing. His roommate had said he was getting the owl out, so after a moment more of deliberation, he remained sitting on the bed. Besides, his knee was finally recovering from the Infirmary trip. So he stayed where he was and listened to leather creaking before the door of Radar's cage squeaked open. A gentle sort of thump sound made his cock his head, his curiosity driving him crazy. He was just about to start moving air when he heard Shiloh moving toward him once more.
The mattress sank beneath his roommate's weight, and Damian turned to face him. ""He's about . . . eh ten inches in front of you. I made it so you won't poke him in the eye or anything so you don't have to worry about that. So you can just go ahead and pet him." Damian was surprised to find that Shiloh's compensating for him didn't bother him. Maybe it was because the other bloke had started out without "weeping over Damian's misfortune." Whatever it was, he felt nothing but gratitude as he eased his hand out for Radar's back, his fingers jerking back in surprise when they brushed the feathers. He had never - well, couldn't remember ever - feeling anything like that. They were soft, but not in a cushy kind of way, because it was sort of slickly smooth too. Now fascinated, Damian let his whole hand run the length of Radar's back, wishing he could see what the feathers looked like. "Ah...I like him. What's he look like?"
---------------------------------------------------------------------------
. [/size] |
|
|
|
Post by Shiloh Wright on Aug 7, 2011 20:16:02 GMT -5
Quick decisions can be dangerous. but that doesn't mean [/color] ONE LAST THING: Excuse the really short post [/div] Shiloh watched the roommate pet the owl with a sort of quiet fascination. Having grown up on an owl sanctuary, petting and holding owls was normal and done on a regular basis. To him it was weird not to have an owl. "Ah...I like him. What's he look like?" The question was only natural for Damian to ask, but it was a hard one for Shiloh to answer. He had no idea whether the teen could remember colors which was a big part of describing an animal. He figured he would just wing it, and hope that he wouldn't say anything that Damian couldn't understand.
"Well, he's about a foot tall, but he only weighs a pound 'cause his bones are hollow. Radar has a heart shaped face, with a brownish line bordering it called a facial disk. His front is very light in color with a few brown speckles while his back is sort of mottled brown and grey. He has two black eyes and a curved beak below it." Shiloh grabbed one of Radar's wings and stretched it out, allowing Damian to feel it. "Each wing is a little less than two feet with the side facing the ground lighter than the top, you can touch it if you like." Radar let out a few small sounds of happiness as both of the teens stroked the lightly colored feathers, one with the chance to see them while the other could only wonder. that they aren’t fun. [/center] |
|
|
|
Post by Damian O'Callaghan on Aug 7, 2011 22:20:00 GMT -5
. tell the world
i'm coming home .
Damian couldn't get enough of feeling the owl. He really wanted to just pick the bird up and get a good look with his hands. Somehow, he was pretty sure that wouldn't go well - with either Radar or his owner. So he contented himself with feeling the bird's head and back. What made it feel like that? There seemed to be some hesitation at his question, and Damian lifted his head curiously, wishing he could see if his roommate's face revealed the reason for the hesitation. Shiloh put it to rest, however, by speaking suddenly. Damian frowned in concentration, trying hard to picture the owl. Before speaking to Shiloh, he would have told anyone who asked that he couldn't remember colors. But as Radar was described, he began to see the colors. So he hadn't always been blind, had once known colors. The thought hurt more than he would have expected, and his hand stilled on the owl's back.
"Each wing is a little less than two feet with the side facing the ground lighter than the top, you can touch it if you like." Shaking himself slightly, Damian moved his hand again, sliding the tips of his fingers across the feathers as he moved to the wings. The shape of those was the strangest yet, and he felt the offered one with both hands. The feathers were longer here, and Damian resolved to save one as soon as Radar started molting. Radar made a noise - hopefully a happy one - at being pet, and Damian smiled. "Do you take him out flying on the school grounds?"
---------------------------------------------------------------------------
. [/size] ((ooc: Mine's short too.)) |
|
|
|
Post by Shiloh Wright on Aug 8, 2011 0:14:48 GMT -5
Quick decisions can be dangerous. but that doesn't mean [/color] ONE LAST THING: None [/div] Damian's hand seemed to linger on Radar's wings, carefully taking in every feather and angle of the wing. This caused Shiloh to wonder what it must be like to be blind, to never be able to look upon another's face or to experience the smile of a friend. To the nineteen year old, it sounded awful, especially since Shiloh could not only see but possessed super sight. Even the thought of losing his power frightened him, so losing his sight all together would be like the end of his world.
Shiloh pet Radar on his head, and the owl let a sound out that sounded like purring but more birdlike. He let out a small laugh and looked down at the owl's black eyes. They contrasted so much to his own frightenly orange eyes. Shiloh actually liked his eyes, they were good when it came to bugging people as all he had to do was stare mischeviously at them with a smirk on his face. He always thought it was funny how easy it was to scare people, all it took was a mean look and most people would go running for the hills. Though sometimes he wished that his eyes were normal, a pair of eyes that were more warm and inviting and not unnatural and freaky. Shiloh shut his eyes for a moment, as though simply but shutting them they would open with a more natural color. He couldn't even remember what the color of his eyes originally were before he was injected with owl DNA.
"Do you take him out flying on the school grounds?" Damian's words took Shiloh away from his thoughts and he opened his eyes. Truth be told his own thoughts were starting to bum him out. "Yeah, but I normally only do it at dusk and in the forest. That way he doesn't have to squint in the light and he can hunt." A mischevious smile crossed Shiloh's lips, "Too bad he can't go out in the lunch room. It would be funny to see a bunch of students freaked out by him." He knew that bringing the owl out into the Grand Hall would either end up with the owl getting taken away from him or killed by some kid's power, but the thought of a bunch of kids flipping out at the sight of lovable Radar did make him laugh. that they aren’t fun. [/center] |
|
|
|
Post by Damian O'Callaghan on Aug 8, 2011 15:50:42 GMT -5
. tell the world
i'm coming home .
"Too bad he can't go out in the lunch room. It would be funny to see a bunch of students freaked out by him." Damian laughed aloud at Shiloh's suggestion. Honestly, he thought that might be one of the sights he just couldn't go without seeing - blind or not. He resolved that, if it ever happened, he'd find a way to a way to watch. Maybe he could perfect the wind trick so he could watch something moving. So far it was only vague shapes, mostly. Still smiling, Damian finally pulled his hands away from the owl, though he continued to stare into the dark in a useless attempt to see the owl. He was still fighting the urge to the grab the owl when a sudden thought occurred to him.
"So...since Radar likes people...do you think I could hold him? I'll put him back in his cage, if that's where you want him to go." As he spoke, he held out one arm hopefully. He wasn't sure if he needed anything in order to hold the owl, or even if Shiloh would let him, but he left the arm raised just in case.---------------------------------------------------------------------------
. [/size] |
|
|
|
Post by Shiloh Wright on Aug 14, 2011 16:54:00 GMT -5
Quick decisions can be dangerous. but that doesn't mean [/color] ONE LAST THING: None [/div] "So...since Radar likes people...do you think I could hold him? I'll put him back in his cage, if that's where you want him to go." Shiloh watched his roommate raise one arm, hope appearing on his face. The nineteen year old already liked this kid, he was bold and not very shy. He wasn't sure if Damian was exactly outgoing but at least he wasn't all tucked into a shell. Shiloh hated people that didn't show their true selves, for he was always quick to show others his true nature. That nature being an impulsive and highly temperamental teen.
Shiloh smiled, even though Damian wouldn't be able to see it. "Sure. I'm positive I have another handling glove around here somewhere." No matter how people friendly an owl became, that wouldn't stop the animal's habit of latching on to something with its sharp talons. Shiloh had learned that the hard way, but at least the scars had disappeared by now.
The teen let the owl hop onto the top of the metal cage, it's talons making a clinging noise as they hit the bars. Meanwhile Shiloh rummaged through one of the bag's he had brought with him until he pulled out yet another brown leathery glove. Letting the owl grab onto his already protected hand, Shiloh walked back to Damian and plopped himself back down on the bed. Seeing his roommate's arm still extended, the teen partially helped him slip on the thick glove. As Damian finished pulling on the glove Shiloh stroked the owl's head and made sure that he wasn't all ruffled up.
"Okay, I'm going to set him on your hand." Shiloh lowered the owl so that he could step onto his roommate's hand, particularly so that the owl could hold onto Damian's thumb. Radar was fairly light, only weighing about a pound, as his bones were hollow and most of his body consisted of feathers. The owl let out a soft noise, swiveling his head so to look at who was holding him. He twitched his head a little before fully settling down on Damian's hand, rustling his feathers gently. "He looks happy enough. Good thing too, I don't think I can deal with a roommate that Radar disliked." It was true, in a way the owl did sort of determine who Shiloh could live with and who he couldn't. He wasn't about to give up one of the only ties he had with his family back in England. that they aren’t fun. [/center] |
|
