Feels like the first time [pyson]

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He should buy more clothes. His carefully folded pile of shirts made meager looking pile in the corner of the drawer. Ged took a few and spread them out so at least the bottom was covered, but that just looked pathetic. The redhead sighed and stacked up the shirts again, then added the rest of his clothes, all in the same drawer. If he kept the others shut, then maybe his roommate wouldn’t notice Ged was somewhat lacking in the wardrobe department. A few shirts were already hung up in his closet, along with a suit his Aunt had insisted she buy. Aunt Elizabeth was very concerned with appearances, and as one of the only Jacksons who made it out of Deerfield, she wanted Ged to succeed when he was invited to a ‘special school.’ Ged appreciated the sentiment, but really, he could do without the monkey suit.

Ged shoved the small duffle bag into the bottom drawer and stepped back. He glanced around his side of the room. It looked extremely Spartan compared to his roommate’s. Ged was an only child, so he’d gotten his own (if extremely small) room his entire life. He’d shared a bunk with countless people during the last year, but none of those group situations had been ‘his’ room. Ged supposed he would be staying in the room for a while, at least until he learned more control over his power. Still…he looked around the room again. There was absolutely nothing here he couldn’t leave behind without any regrets whatsoever. All he needed was the wallet in his pocket…well, not even the wallet. The only thing he wanted from his wallet was the picture of his father. Ged told himself he could leave that behind if he really needed to. Whether that was true or not, well, he didn’t plan on having to ditch the school in a hurry, so he wouldn’t have to find out.

The redhead moved to the desk. All that sat on the wooden structure was a few extremely well-worn books, and the laptop he’d bought shortly before boarding the train to DC. Ged walked over the lifted the screen, waiting for the system to boot up. He’d never had access to a decent home computer before moving to his aunt’s (his dad’s, when they eventually got one, was half a decade old and ran on dial up), but once he did, Ged was hooked. He was still getting used to typing with one hand, and he got tired quickly, but Ged loved all of the information at his fingertips.

The sound of the doorknob turning reached Ged’s ears, and he looked over at the doorway, expectant. He had no idea what kind of person his roommate would be. As he understood it, Wind was a mixed bunch of tricks, so he couldn’t be guaranteed of a Fire temper, pacifistic earth, or the like. Really, his mysterious roommate could be anyone.

[lili3]

It had already been an unusually long day for Pyson, he'd had two exams-- one of which he was sure he failed miserably, and a lengthy practice with his advanced music theory teacher. All of which had left his brain positively fried and now the only thing he wanted to do was go flop down in his bed and either read a book or maybe watch some TV. But when he turned the corner heading towards the fire dorms and was snagged by a hall monitor who had apparently been looking for him, he automatically assumed the worst. Summoned to the administrations office huh? With a slightly bewildered sigh Py changed course and headed up to the main building of the school to see what they wanted. The little old lady sitting at the front desk was the bearer of bad news today, she informed him that he'd been assigned a roommate. "A .. what?" Was all he'd had to say about the matter before he abruptly turned and left the office to head back to his dorm and investigate.

When he'd nearly made it back to the dorms he took a pit stop by one of the men's bathrooms to check and make sure he still looked as good as he did when he walked out the door this morning. His precicely gelled and flat ironed hair still sat as he wanted it, he straightened the red and white button down floral pattern shirt beneath his favorite white blazer, and checked the eyeliner. All seemed in order for him to go and meet someone new. As he opened the door to the wind dorms he peered around the common room for any face he didn't recognize, and when he was satisfied he didn't see any he began to make his way back to the boy's dorms. A million questions floated through his mind with each step he took closer to his room. What does this guy look like? Will we get along? Will he make fun of the way I dress? Is he a nice guy? Pyson felt like he was back in that boys home again with all this doubt floating through his mind. He shook his head gently to clear his mind as his hand touched the door knob.

He walked inside and scanned the room, it was pretty obvious that someone new was here given the duffel bag laying on the floor and the room just felt different somehow. Then his eyes reached the desk and rested there on the body sitting behind the laptop. For one of the very few times in Pyson's life he wasn't exactly sure what to say. He looked the redhead over a few times, he was a good looking guy-- he had to admit. He walked inside and sat his school bag down on the other desk across the room then sat down on the end of his bed, glancing over at the new roommate one more time. He'd expected to walk into his room in all his glory and confidently greet and inspect this new person, but instead he was just sitting here.. "Hey.." What was this? Pyson was never shy or all that quiet around people, he always knew exactly what to say. The wind student was defiantly having a bad episode of cat-got-your-tongue, and he was somewhat annoyed by it. "Names Pyson."

[ged]

Spam, spam, spam, another dozen Facebook friends accepted (Ged friended everyone he met), nothing too important had crossed Ged’s inbox in the day or so since he’d last checked. He was just about to respond to the handful of party and hang out invitations he’d received when the door opened behind him. Hand still on the mouse, Ged turned to look at the boy he’d be spending most of the next several months with for the very first time.

First impressions determine everything. True, you can surmount a poor first impression, but it takes an incredible amount of time to overcome those initial seven seconds it takes someone to established whether they like you or not. Luckily for Pyson, Ged’s first impression of him could be summed up easily in one word: Cute.

About 95% of Deerfield’s population was descended, sometimes quite recently, from European countries. The men were tall, well built, with a dark ruggedness about them. Basically, Ged’s hometown was like the one from October Sky, except without the motivational teacher and Hollywood storyline. When Ged made it out into the eclectic world of metropolitan America, there had been more than a small amount of culture shock. So many colors, cultures, sizes, shapes, languages, mannerisms, accents, clothes; it was amazing, though Ged had bitterly noticed he still stood out because of his missing arm. While Ged had gotten over his wide-eyed staring at how many different people there were in the world, he still retained that bit of fascination with people who were different than those he grew up with, and Pyson definitely fit the bill.

Ged looked his roommate over quickly, his light brown eyes skipping from styled hair to floral shirt to well-fitted jeans. Then, once he found that he liked what he saw, Ged’s eyes moved back up to go over the details with languid slowness. Obviously dyed hair, slightly flamboyant dress, here was someone who definitely put some effort into their appearance. For a moment, Ged thought that he should put most effort into how he looked, but a glance down at his right shoulder pushed the thought from his mind. His clothes were clean, they fit well, and it wasn’t going to get any better than that.

He watched the other boy walk from the door to perch on the end of his bed. Ged lifted his left hand from the mouse and gave a wave. “Hey yourself,” he said back to the boy, “I’m Ged, Ged Jackson.” Ged noticed a slight accent to the other boy’s words; much weaker than his own backwoods drawl. Pyson, eh? Not a name Ged was familiar with. He almost wondered whether it was a nickname.

The redhead hoped his roommate wasn’t usually this quiet. Ged wasn’t sure how to share a room with someone as he’d never had to do so consistently before. At a few of his relatives’ houses he’d had to share a room with various cousins, but Ged had never stayed in those places for long, but it was long enough to learn that he did not like sharing a room with someone he didn’t get along with. He had a hard time sharing a room to begin with, but that had gotten better after a year of having no room at all. You learned to share, and respect a person’s space when they packed you ten-to-a-room in a homeless shelter. The point was, Ged couldn’t get along with someone unless they talked.

“So…” Ged trailed off, turning towards Pyson. What should he say now? Ged was fine with new people, he enjoyed talking to them, but this new person was a bit more important than most. He was stuck with Pyson, like it or not, for a while. Ged told himself if it was really bad (he kind of doubted it would be, just judging on Pyson’s appearance—it was that first impression coming into play already) he could leave, and sleep outside or something, at least until winter. Really, Ged could just leave the school altogether, and he would if he didn’t absolutely need the training provided.

Ged leaned his right side against the back of the chair, incidentally pressing the empty sleeve of his red button-up long sleeve shirt flat against his ribcage. His left arm rested easily on the edge of the desk, and Ged fiddled with a pencil sitting there for a few seconds before he came to a decision. He levered himself to his feet and sauntered across the room to stand in front of Pyson, left hand stretched out to shake for a good old fashioned American greeting.

“Nice to meet you, Pyson. Guess we’ll be seeing a lot of each other, seeing as they chucked me into your room. Sorry for interrupting your private time,” Ged prattled on, easily filling the silence. He looked over Pyson’s side of the room. The other boy definitely had a lot more stuff than Ged did.