talkings not our thing[adrian/jesse]

[connor davis jean]

connor davis jean hadn't really been in his room much until more recently. actually he never went to his room, ever since halloween. first he was just staying with hope because she didn't want him to leave and it didn't really seem to bother amanda or izzy much. then after adrian and amanda left, well he kind of took over amanda's bed. it wasn't like it mattered much anyway, she wasn't using it at the time and he liked having to not leave his sister. but of course the two lovebirds were back at hawthorne, which meant connor was back in room 208. that wasn't exactly a bad thing, but he did kind of not like adrian much. or well not exactly that. more adrian didn't seem to like him that much and well he didn't blame him at all. he did sleep with his girlfriend. connor would be pissed too, not that he ever cared to have a girlfriend right now. but if he was in adrian's shoes, he wouldn't like him much either. hell he hated the him he was then anyway.

what exactly was the boy doing in his room? surprisingly, not sleeping. he actually had his guitar in hand, well his new one. the other one got distroyed in the blowup that helped adrian and amanda escape the darling hawthorne academy. afterwards he borrowed amandas a couple times but then it kind of disappeared. he found out izzy brought it to amanda and well he was kind of guitarless now. which meant he needed to actually buy another one finally. so he did. he was strumming as he sat on his bed, he hadn't exactly met his new roommate yet but the third bed had stuff around it so he figured someone moved in. he just hoped they knew what they were walking into coming to room 208.

connor wasn't even sure half the time what he was walking into when he twisted the knob and walked into his room. he hadn't exactly seen adrian since he found out that he was back. well a couple times but they just said hi and went on to do what they wanted. however it had been a few days since the last time he saw him. he assumed isolation because well it was adrian afterall. and he found out, hanging back in the hope's, izzy and amanda's room that he did in fact get himself in isolation once again. that didn't really surprise the older jean because it seemed to be normal for his roommate.

however it was weird because he wasn't alone when adrian was in isolation, there was a new kid in the room. he didn't know him or try to really because he kind of just came here to sleep. and well today to just relax. no one was in here and that was good. however just as he was finishing up a song, the door opened and he looked up assuming it was the new kid.

tagged: wolf and addy
word count: five hundred and twenty-one
notes: here you loser<3

[adrian william miller]

Adrian walked toward his room, constant in tow. He knew he had to talk to Connor about Izzy, it was his job as spy. He had his mirrored sunglasses on and all black clothing; he felt like a badass. He opened the door to room 208 and strolled in, noticing the new bags on the third bed. “I guess we got a new roommate… I wonder if he’s going to be able to handle all the crazy.” He muttered to himself. He looked over at Connor, who was playing his guitar. “Have you seen our new roommate yet?” He asked, for Adrian hadn’t.

The constant sat down in one of the desk chairs and stared from Adrian to Connor then back to Adrian again repeatedly, as if she was expecting them to suddenly grab her and chop her head off, which wouldn’t be that bad of an idea. Adrian himself plopped down on his bed, feeling the bed shift and groan under his weight. He picked up a tennis ball that he had left lying on the floor and started bouncing it off the wall, which the constant apparently didn’t like, for she said “Keep that up and you’ll get sent back to your happy place.” Adrian wasn’t sure if the constants were allowed to talk to him like that, or if there was a rule against bouncing balls against the wall, but he didn’t want to risk isolation again, so he let the ball fall to the ground.

Standing up, Adrian walked over to his desk, shoo’ed the constant out of his chair, and sat down, while the constant took his spot, sitting on the bed. He pulled out a stack of paper and started to fold paper airplanes. Apparently folding airplanes wasn’t taboo, but when you throw them at your constant, she’s suddenly all “Final warning.” Adrian just rolled his eyes and started drawing stick figures fighting each other. He wasn’t much of an artist, unless you consider blowing things up an art, which he did. “So…” He started, knowing he had to talk to Connor; it was his job as spy. “How have you been? Anything interesting to report? Or anyone of interest?” He asked, jumping straight to the point.

TAGGED: Connor
WORD COUNT: 375
NOTES: THERE

[connor davis jean]

connor looked up when the door opened to see adrian and some nurse walk in. he decided to ignore them for now until adrian said something to him about their roommate. he looked over at the bed and shrugged, "once or twice but it was usually when i was getting back from hanging out with izzy or going to get food." he shrugged, he really could care less about his roommate. especially when he was a senior, though he was probably going to fail again. it really wasn't his fault? okay yeah it was. he didn't really pay attention in school and he slept instead of doing his homework. maybe he'll try harder next year? yeah probably not.

of ignored adrian and his constant, he had better things to do. like what? play his guitar, obviously. but also, he didn't like the fact that some stupid nurse was constantly in his room because it meant he would have to leave to hangout with izzy, hope, amanda and belle. it was a hell of a lot easier if they could come in here, because he was just a lazy ass. end of story. he really couldn't help it. okay he probably could help it, he just really didn't want to help it. either way, adrian doing whatever the hell he did, was very inconvenient but obviously it was probably more inconvenient for him.

he honestly didn't have any clue what adrian did to get caught and be back here because he didn't ask amanda when he was being kicked out of her bed. he just knew that they were back and now he knew that he had a constant. though next thing he knew adrian asked him a question and he quirked a brow. they weren't the talking kind of people, at least not to each other. so this was kind of weird, okay more like completely utterly fucking crazy weird but it was just like a 'wtf' moment. "no?" he didn't know how to answer that, or even why the fuck the boy was wondering about what he was doing or who he was doing.

tagged: addy and wolf<3
word count: three hundred and fifty-four
outfit: here
notes: <333

[jesse oliver york]

Jesse would be meeting his roommates for the first time and he was very nervous. Jesse was not the social type of person. Jesse could only hope that his roommates weren't real social, if they were, than Kendall would come out and Jesse would be stored away. Jesse was the type of person who couldn't even say hi to anyone. Jesse got nervous over the littlest of things and he was extremely nervous now. Jesse didn't trust people too easily because of what his father did to him, but his personality Kendall could talk to anyone.

He walked up to the door and without knocking, opened it. He saw two boys and a nurse. Great, he would have to come face to face with his roommates today, something he didn't want to do. He tried to avoid them. He sat on one of the beds, the bed that was his and looked down. He didn't even want to look at the boys. Jesse just looked at the comic book that he just pulled out. Jesse didn't even try to hide his scarred arms or the scars around his eyes because he knew the boys were going to ask anyways. He wasn't suicidal, but he hurt himself only to make the voices happy and so he wouldn't have to hurt someone, hurting people was Damian's job. It was strange how Jesse's personalities were older than him, Damian was twenty and Kendall was seventeen.

Jesse just wanted to be home, even if his home life was hell. Jesse wanted his little sister at least. But no, he had to be here in a place that he would call a hellhole. Life had been a nightmare for him and he believed that it was only going to get worse. He continued reading the comic book in hopes that he wouldn't have to talk to his new roommates.

[adrian william miller]

Adrian just scrawled on his pieces of paper, finishing the stickman war and worked on blueprints for a hand grenade, which he had in fact made in the past. Suddenly the door opened and some kid walked in, apparently it was his new roommate. Adrian stared him down, deciding his first impression with the new boy should be incredibly fearsome for some reason. Well, why the fuck not. Although Adrian was a good guy, he still liked to have his fun from time to time.

Just after Jesse entered and sat down, Nicole and Gabriel followed behind him, Adrian’s ‘imaginary’ friends. Nicole was wearing a very gothic outfit while Gabriel was wearing nothing but a banana hammock, which is just fucking weird. He rolled his eyes at him and went back to working on his hand grenade. “It’s too cramped in here. You.” He said, pointing at the constant. “Get out.” The constant just looked at him and went back to her magazine. Well, he tried. Oh well. “What about Izzy? I hear you two have been hanging out more.” Then he turned to the new kid. “Sup? I’m Sir Adrian the seventeenth.” He proclaimed, crumpling up his drawing of a hand grenade and tossed it on his very messy bed.

TAGGED: Connor and Jesse
WORD COUNT: 220
NOTES: Finally

[connor davis jean]

the door opened again and he was going to throw something at somebody but then he saw a boy and shrugged. he wasn't important to connor so connor just looked back at his guitar. then again, he thought about hope and izzy and they'd probably bitch at him for ignoring his new roommate so he looked up and waved a bit, "hey." yeah that was all the new kid was getting from him right now and he went back to strumming his guitar and being just kind of nonchalant for the most part. he didn't really give a crap what these two boys would end up talking about and he had better things to do. in his opinion anyway.

but then adrian said something about izzy and hanging out with her and that was obviously towards him and he wanted to ask what the fuck was up with the crazy boy. but he decided to just think this through. yeah? so...he hung out with girls all the time. then again there was something different about iz but he didn't think about. or well he tried not to think about it because it would just complicate things and he rather not complicate anything. he didn't need to hurt izzy liked he had hurt many others. it would hurt him way too much for that. "what about izzy?" he wasn't going to say shit right now because it was none of adrian's business and not something he wanted to talk about to anyone. let alone him.

then he said some stupid shit that made the boy roll his eyes. "he's just fucking insane," he muttered and really wished his idiotic roommate wasn't so stupid. he didn't need a staff in his room, especially when he honestly needed a line. the thoughts of izzy were now racing through his mind and his way of forgetting..was coke. it had worked for years and it would continue to work if he could ever fucking get it.

tagged: addy and wolf<3
word count: three hundred and thirty-three
outfit: here
notes: <333

[jesse oliver york]

Hearing the boys speak made Jesse more nervous than he was. Jesse really wasn't the talking type of guy, Kendall did that for him. Where was Kendall when Jesse needed him? All Jesse wanted to do was run back home and lock himself in his room. He couldn't do that though. These boys were his new roommates, and Jesse was stuck in here now. Jesse started hearing whispering so he looked over to his roommates, but it wasn't his new roommates, it was him. Well, it was in his head, the voices that he desperately wanted to get rid of. The voices were telling him to hurt his roommates, but he didn't want to and he couldn't. Only Damian could hurt someone, he wasn't able to. Jesse was thinking to himself, begging in his head for Kendall to take over.

Jesse looked up at his roommates, but this wasn't Jesse. It was Kendall. Kendall had taken over because Jesse was too shy to even speak to anyone. He put the comic book down on the bed, his bed, and stood up. "Jesse," he pointed at Jesse, really at himself. Thank you Kendall Jesse thought. Once either Kendall or Damian take over, the voices in the kid's head go away. Although the voices did say that they don't like Kendall or Damian only because they intervere with what they're trying to tell Jesse to do. But the voices like Kendall and Damian because of their personalities. "But I'm Kendall. Jesse's too shy to speak to anyone."