Hello there, the angel from my nightmare

[Adelaide Lyn Harker]

Carefully a girl walked into the dorm that she would be sharing with a certain Elouan. Right now it didn't matter, she was having a tune pumped into her body from her iPod. A shiver ran over her body, as she began dragging her bags into the room. It was to be assumed that she would take the bed closest to the door, but that the girl did not do. She was more concerned with the bed and dresser over in the corner, the ones that we set off near the large mouth of a window. The daylight had been spilling through this window and splatting droplets of color for hours now; yet, it was just at this moment that someone would pull the drapes on the sun. Shunning its overwhelming love for everything, the way it could cast light on even the darkest places if it felt the urge to.

The female was sixteen years old, a July birthday which caused her to be a bit younger when she would graduate. Her blonde hair pooled over her shoulders except for the top section which was fluffed up and have a black and gray checkered bow pinned to the side of her head. A pink tank-top was being worn, with another black one under it; although both of them were hidden by the overwhelmingly large black hoodie that she wore. The words "Say Anything" were written across the front of it, most saw them in the reddish hue. This girl saw them without any trace of color. It was a gift and a curse to have eyes like hers. Many adored her vibrant blue eyes, and she would often receive compliments on them. The color had never enthused her, why would it? The hue of her eyes could only plague her since she would never be graced with seeing it. The girl lined her eyes with thick black eyeliner and more mascara than anyone would expect her to wear. Upon her lower body she wore a tight pair of gray jeans and a black belt with pink studs. It was impossible to tell how she managed to coordinate herself so well, natural talent of being lucky? Or perhaps the girl didn't care. Either way, she was known as Miss Adelaide Lyn Harker. It was a strange name for a strange girl, at least in the United States of America.

Her voice rang out quietly, but perfectly hitting all the notes. It was a male part but she sung an octave higher, and naturally was able to hit everything with perfection. It was an old song, many didn't like the band known as blink-182. Adelaide did, and when they broke up it broke her heart. This song was off their self-titled album, she didn't know why she enjoyed it. Possibly because it hadn't been an overplayed radio song like several others.

'Hello there, the angel from my nightmare,
The shadow in the background of the morgue,
The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley,
We can live like Jack and Sally if we want,
Where you can always find me,
We'll have Halloween on Christmas,
And in the night we'll wish this never ends,
We'll wish this never ends,

Where are you and I'm so sorry,
I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight,
I need somebody and always,
This sick strange darkness,
Comes creeping on so haunting every time,
And as I stared I counted,
Webs from all the spiders,
Catching things and eating their insides,
Like indecision to call you,
and hear your voice of treason,
Will you come home and stop this pain tonight,
Stop this pain tonight,

Don't waste your time on me you're already,
The voice inside my head,
Don't waste your time on me you're already,
The voice inside my head...'

The girl didn't bother to finish the song, she was feeling even more downcast than normal. It was her third year here, and she still had very few friends. Very few people ever seemed to burden themselves with this British child; thus, she didn't bother herself with many of them.

Carefully she moved to unpacking her suitcases in her dorm and setting things up to perfection. The girl was both OCD and Bi-polar as well, many just assumed she was OCD but none knew her well enough to see that she was bi-polar. Everything was set perfectly atop the dresser and within it, very few items did she slide under her bed. The ones that were slid under the bed were not even looked at, the girl knew what she was putting under the bed. A slight smirk appeared across her face as she got to the small fridge she brought to use. Her pale fingers seemed to caress the plug for a moment before she set the fridge on the other side of the nightstand. A moment later it was plugged in and another bag was put into it. If anyone asked anything they probably wouldn't be very happy about the answer, yet she wasn't exactly happy about herself right now.

Little did she realize that she was already on the song All of This. A careful laugh escaped her lips and she let herself slide down into a sitting position with her back propped up against the fridge and held her head in her hands. The girl wanted to go to a concert horribly, it would be amazing to hardcore dance. Adelaide had learned that she would not be able to do stuff like that around school. The girl remembered something suddenly, she had left her guitar in its case in the halls along with two other small bags. "Fuck," she muttered to herself as she stood up and trotted over to the door, which she had left open.

To her surprise everything was still there, that was great. She would have died if the guitar and those two bags and been stolen. She pushed one bag under the bed and took out the stand from the other bag, and then it too found itself under the bed.

Finally she set everything up in the other corner on her side of the room, her little guitar corner. A pleased grin crossed over her face, she looked the prettiest when she grinned. Many were never graced with even the smallest grin from young Adelaide Lyn Harker.

[Elouan Kristofer Rollivand]

{{ooc: Ack, sorry, I'm not signed in to IM this morning. Laziness overwhelms me. By the way, like mah font colours?}}

A boy of seventeen years, most of which have been pleasant, followed the rooms numbers in the dormitory building. He only had two duffel bags and a suitcase with him. None of which were of any significant size. He had only packed what he needed, he could always buy more clothing once he got settled. His mind flashed to his parents. They were worried about him starting over so late into high school. The past two years had been especially hard on him. He often thought that they worried too much, but he knew that they had good reason to be concerned. Though, he would never harm himself in any way, nor would he turn violent without cause. But times changed and his school counselors advised that he continue his education far away from the source of his troubles.

He winced at the sun's sudden blinding light as he passed a window. His dark brown eyes scanned the hallway. There were a few other people moving in as well, and he did not recognize any of them. But then again, why would I? He asked himself. It was a new school, a clean slate. However, his memories had not changed, and neither had he. He resorted to a frown, one of apathy, and continued to meander to his room. They said he would be sharing it with a Miss Harker. They didn't give any information except for her name, which he found to be annoying. I bet it is some stuck up know-it-all that flaunts her daddy's money as much as she does her body, he moped. He truly hoped that he was wrong. For both of their sakes.

The boy had shaggy rust-colored hair, with dark brown roots and tips. It was lazily brushed that morning, as he reluctantly left his home for this school. He wore an unbuttoned, off-white dress shirt over a dark olive tank top. His jeans were a faded blue, almost gray, and were fraying on every edge. The silver cross that his mother gave him hung around his neck. He wore it not as a religious effort, but as an effort to remember the love he was leaving behind. It also gave him hope of another kind, one that he rarely talked about. His shoes were old and beat, dusty work boots with thick rubber soles. And they were an ugly tan color, but they were comfortable, which was all that mattered to him. The circles that were usually under his eyes were fading, lighter than usual. Mostly because he has been able to sleep soundly the past few nights. His mother had offered to take care of everything he needed. And he trusted her with that. There were also the assorted and various leather bracelets and silver stud earrings adorned on his body, a personal touch to see how people would react to him. His tattoos were hidden underneath his clothing; the angel wings on his back and the kanji on his left upper arm.

"Finally! Here we are," he said triumphantly as he stood in front of the door labeled 148, his assigned dorm. He fumbled with the key in his pocket and opened the door, which was surprisingly unlocked. "Hello?" he said as he pushed the door open. "Anyone in here?"

There was someone in the room, a girl. Most likely Miss Harker, he thought. "Well, hello there. You must be my roommate," he smiled to her, dragging his baggage to the bed that was closest to the door, as she was situated on the one under the window. With the sun pouring in like that, she won't even need an alarm clock, he mused himself. She seemed like one of those rebellious types, the kind that stood alone but glared down on everyone. Yet he did not want to start judging her.

He began to unpack his clothing and other belongings to where they needed to go, waiting to engage in conversation with this girl. He hoped she would be kind, enough for him to not feel shunned at the very least. But no one ever knew what went on in the minds of others, and he was certainly no exception. On the nightstand next to his bed, he put one photograph. It was framed in a dark maroon wooden rectangle. He smiled as he gazed upon the happy faces in the photo; those of his mother, father, his fourteen year self, and another girl of approximately the same age. This was taken just over three years ago, and it was the last time he remembered being truly happy.