Title: w h a t an ANNOYANCE;;
Description: tag:: stephen xP
Nikkos Stephens - April 13, 2007 10:50 PM (GMT)
Of course, why else would they do such a thing as to pair the two together? No, it wasn't because the secretary had caught him being attacked in the office and had decided to do something to 'promote the peace on campus' and had hacked onto the dorm assignments mainframe, switching a few names around until the current set-up was released. No. Even though Nikkos had a great mind to think possibilities through, that was not the reason.
According to what he'd learned about his new roommate that afternoon, that was obviously not the reason. He could think like an adult, he could see what they were trying to do. Obviously, this 'Stephen Kaiser' kid wasn't the best, so to speak. Most likely they were trying to get Nikkos's 'good attitude' to rub off on the guy. Hm.. according to what he'd found out so far, it was more likely that he'd get his face beaten in than what they wanted. Idiots. It was sad how adults so quickly lost the complexities of being a teen as they aged. Pathetic, almost.
The dark-haired boy sighed as he opened the door to the lobby of his dorm, brushing a hand through his hair in attempt to give the blue orbs of his eyes a chance to actually see where he was going. He climbed the stairs to his room, opening the door to the empty area and setting his stuff down on his bed before silently stumbling into the bathroom to change out of his clinical scrubs and stuff. >.>
He re-emerged wearing his normal t-shirt and jeans, pulling a medical sciences book from the desk and plopped down onto his comforter, opening said book to read silently, as always.
Stephen Kaiser - April 15, 2007 08:14 PM (GMT)
Strolling into the dorm building, Stephen smiled to himself. Today would indeed be interesting. Today was the day that he would meet his room-mate. The person he shared a room with, he would be seeing them every single day. Of course he would see them all the time. They would be living together after all. Stephen hoped to God that it wasn't someone he hated. Sharing a room with someone you hated was never really a good thing.
On this particular day, Stephen had actually thought before he chose clothing out. Yes, it was weird, but he figured he might as well wear clean clothes. Did he want to make a good impression on his new room mate? Not really... It was utterly against Stephens' nature to care what other people thought. Seriously, it just didn't happen for Stephen. Moving onto what he had actually chosen to wear. Stephen was wearing blue jeans, black runners, and a plain black T-shirt. On his head was, of course, the hat. THE hat. It was Stephens' only hat with writing on it. Well, the first one he had ever bought with writing on it. This one was black, but the front was white and said "The child of doom". One of his friends, who happened to be a girl, had made it for him a long time ago. Back when he started to get into the 'bad stuff' as his mother called it. The girl who had made it for him, Caitlin, thought it would be hilarious to make a hat telling the world that Stephen was a problem child. Actually, Stephen found it rather amusing.
Walking over towards the 'reception' area, Stephen pulled his hat down low over his blue eyes. Reaching the secretary, Stephen asked her "Stephen Kaiser... where am I going?" The secretary looked at him for a moment before realizing he was asking for his room number and information. "Oh, let me look, give me a second..." She flipped through a few pages before pulling out one and handing it to him "Room 100, all the information is on that page there. Have a nice day" She smiled at Stephen, obviously telling him that it was time for him to go. With no thank you, Stephen headed off towards 100.
Stopping in his tracks, Stephen let out a groan as he read the name printed on the paper in bold font. Nikkos Stephens. The irony of Nikkos's last name didnt even occur to Stephen. No, Stephen knew that Nikkos was the guy he had met in the principals' office not that long ago. The one Ezzie seemed to hate. Stephen had to admit he wasn't that fond of the guy either. But here it was, the faculty had somehow decided to place Stephen with Nikkos. Of course. Stupid system.
Finding room 100, Stephen slowly pushed the door open. Hoping, praying even, that there had been a mistake. He would open the door and find an old friend there. Even if it was someone Stephen didn't know. Anything but Nikkos. But no, there Nikkos was, alright. Sitting in his chair, reading a heavy looking book. Not really knowing what else to do, Stephen just stood in the doorway. Waiting, wondering what Nikkos would do next.
Nikkos Stephens - April 15, 2007 09:16 PM (GMT)
Nikkos looked up as the door opened, his hand automatically going to the back of his neck, knowing that only one person could be there. 'Here we go..' He chewed his lip softly as he watched Stephen look at him, almost disappointingly. "Hey.." he greeted, though his gaze faltered slightly.
Nik still didn't understand what the big deal was; why they were upset with him, of all people. Ezzie had mentioned something about girls, but was Nik going out with anyone? Not quite. Was he looking for someone? Didn't appear that way. In fact, the guy had little experience in that general area. He was many a girl's dream, of course, what with his sensitivity and looks, but he was rather slow in realizing that he--of all people--could be sought after. One of those things caused by history, I guess.
He cleared his throat at the silence, his sky blue eyes dropping to his book though not focusing. "I'm Nikkos," he introduced himself, seeing as he'd never really gotten the chance to at the office. Part of him hoped that they could just re-do the whole thing. Okay, so a huge chunk of him wished that. Well, wouldn't you? I, personally, think it would suck to have a roommate who wanted to beat you up for unknown reasons. Two words:
Not.
Fun.
Stephen Kaiser - April 19, 2007 10:14 PM (GMT)
As Nikkos introduced himself Stephen just raised an eyebrow. Not that you could really see, since most of his face was still hidden beneath his hat. "Stephen... and I know who you are. I've heard more than I really wanted to about you." Now that wasn't really true. Stephen had heard about Nikkos from Ezzie. No one else really. But Ezzie had stressed, repeatedly, that Nikkos was no good. This coming from one of the biggest bad-asses in town? Well, Ezzie didn't mean 'bad' as in law-breaking. According to Ezzie, Nikkos had the 'sensitive, caring, strong silent type' act down pat. Which is something neither Stephen nor Ezzie could stand.
Doing a visual sweep of the room, Stephen leand up against a cream colored wall. The light walls, the light curtins, everything. It was all the same "These people have no decorating originality..." Stephen spoke under his breath, not really caring if Nikkos heard it or not. To tell you the truth, Stephen wasn't really sure what to do next. He couldn't un load anything yet. No, his stuff was still being shipped here. Stephen was just hoping that his stuff came before that night. The factlity had assured him that it would be there in plenty of time. Though Stephen didn't trust the facilty at all. I mean, look who they had roomed him with. All Stephen could say is that he really didn't want to sleep on a cold, un covered matress tonight.
Nikkos Stephens - June 4, 2007 12:26 AM (GMT)
Nikkos opened his mouth to respond, when he realized ... well, he had nothing to respond with. Thus, he shut his mouth again and looked back down to the book in his lap, his long bangs doing their part in flopping down to cover the top part of his angled face.
How was he supposed to answer to that, eh? I mean, coming from the boy who never really seemed to get attacked by people of Stephen's sort. Not to mention, the kid who was naturally quiet around people he felt uncomfortable with ... there was really nothing he could say. Yeah, sure ... there was the fair share of people around campus that didn't like Nikkos for their own reasons, but they just didn't communicate with him.
Okay, so that wasn't all of it. Nikkos had a very different past then was his present, and he wasn't expecting to re-live part of it ever again. He sighed and flipped a page, no matter that he hadn't read a single word. He was bullied enough as it was when he was younger. Back before people started changing their minds about him.
Being used to being ignored--as he was back then--Nikkos hadn't the slightest idea why people started being nice to him all of a sudden. All he knew, was that it was a nice change. He'd gotten used to that change I guess. Maybe he just didn't want to go back, that's all.
Stephen Kaiser - June 6, 2007 04:06 PM (GMT)
'Oh this year's gonna be a hella lot of fun' Surprisinly enough, this arrangment was more than a little bit uncomfortable for Stephen as well as Nikkos. Only, for Stephen it wasn't a fear of getting yelled at. It was more the clash of the two's personalities. I mean, sure, Stephen thought it was rather amusing to see that Nikkos didn't know how to respond. But can you imagen having to share a room with someone polar oppist of you? For at least a year? If not more? I think you get my point.
Before Stephen could think up something to say, or do rather, his cell phone started ringing "Drama Queen" by Lindsay Lohan and vibrating. At the same time. The only person who was programed to have that ring tone was Laurn, Stephen's 24-year-old older sister. "Damn it." Was all the Stephen said as he pulled the singing phone out of his pocket.
"Hey sis." Stephen went and sat down on his un-covered bed, holding the phone to his ear. As Stephen listened to what his older sister had to say, he kept rubbing his forhead and rolling his eyes. He was obiously utterly un-interested in what she was going on about. "What? Yeah. Okay. Look.... no, Laurn, listen to me. Okay. Look, I'll hook up my laptop in a se-" Having been cut off again, Stephen threw his fist down onto the bed. Not really knowing that else to do, Stephen just yelled into the phone. "LAURN! Listen to me okay? Just calm down. Alright? Good. Now I'll get my room mate to help me find the jack for my lapt-..... Yes, room mate. Part of my sentace remember? Yeah. Okay. Talk to you in a bit. Bye."
Slapping his phone shut, Stephen threw it onto the floor with more power than was really called for. Ah well, his cell phone had been through more than that before. That was the least of Stephens' consernes at the moment.
Turning his gaze to Nikkos, Stephen realized that Nikkos would probably know where the laptop jack was. Well yeah he'd told his sister that already. But Stephen hadn't really thought it through.
"You know where the laptop jack would be? I've got a spastic sister to deal with."
Pulling his camo messanger bag over his head, Stephen flipped it open and pulled out his silver laptop. It was not only silver, it was covered in random stickers and doodles. Most of them weren't put there by him, but rather people like Micah and Ezzie. All the same, Stephen continued to emty his messanger bag with all of his random laptop needs.
Nikkos Stephens - June 22, 2007 01:09 AM (GMT)
Nikkos tuned out the conversation, part of him finding it rude to listen in, and the other part fearing what would happen if he did listen. He flipped through his medical book, not really caring all that much about the explination of how to properly cut open a person at the stomach that swam before his eyes. He'd read the chapter before, and the only thing that had him flipping through it again was utter boredom.
His now grey-ish blue eyes flicked upward as he was spoken to, blinking slightly as the surprise registered in his brain. "Uhm .. yeah .." he muttered, setting the book aside to stand up and move to the corner of the room that held the single desk, where his own white Apple laptop lay.
"Here," he indicated, though it wasn't really all that necessary. He pulled the wire connected to his laptop from the jack in the wall, gathering the stuff and moving the computer out of Stephen's way. Unlike his roommate, Nikkos's laptop was shiney-new and sticker-free. The smooth, thin object was a gift to himself after he got his most recent promotion at the Clinic.
Hey, the guy made a good bit of money, and he saved nearly all of it, so why shouldn't he gift himself every once in a while? He took a seat back on his bed, reaching down between the matress and the wall to squeeze his cord into the other jack that the room held. Why the idiots who designed the building had set it between a bed and a wall was way beyond him, but there was really nothing he could do about it. It wasn't like there was that much room in the place to begin with.