I WONT LIVE TO SEE ANOTHER DAY / private

[dannychan]

he looked up when the door opened, swinging his legs off the bed and growling. "hey, fuckwit! ever heard of fucking knocking?" he snapped.

[peridot.]

Ian winced a bit when the other growled at him, and he frowned, sighing softly. He said quietly, immediately feeling cursed by his apparent gift of roommate, "Yeah, I've heard of it. But, uh, I was supposed to come here."

[dannychan]

he blinked and sighed. "shit, sorry, not used to the whole.. room mate thing?" he said and ran a hand through his hair. this guy was a duellist? the guy seemed so skinny, and god, his hair was as red as the vest/jacket for his uniform. "so, you're ian? i didn't expect you to be so.."

[peridot.]

He blinked and frowned a bit, moving and crossing his arms over his chest almost self-conciously when the other looked him over. He said quietly, huffing a bit and tilting his head, "Yeah, I'm Ian. You didn't expect me to be so... what?"

[dannychan]

he rose an eyebrow. "you look like a fucking twig, man." he said, moving to move his own book bag off of the males bed and put it near his bed. mickey was quite a few inches shorter than ian (who was 6', and mickey was only 5'7"), but certainly a bit heavier and more muscular.

[peridot.]

Ian blinked and frowned, saying as he picked up his own bag and moved over to his bed, sitting down on it and beginning to pull out some of his books and various other things, "So? It's not like it really affects my fighting that much."

[dannychan]

he blinked. "probably easier to break your bones. besides, imagine if an archer shot you or something, there's no fat to try and stop the arrow from puncturing a lung or some shit." he said, sitting down. after a moment, he looked at ian. "do you want to go get lunch?"

[peridot.]

"Well, I can't really stop myself from being skinny. No matter how much I excersize, I don't really build muscle, so." He shrugged a bit, before blinking in surprise and saying quietly, "Uh, yeah, sure, that sounds fine."

[dannychan]

[spoiler=just some info]

mikhail milkovich
18
so gay
berserker, uses fists when caught off guard but when his prepared, he uses dual maces
third is school uniform, tournament armour (left arm or, right helmet)
[/spoiler]

[spoiler=school and town info]
school
arena
town
- fighters academy
- apophrica is the city
- fighter academy arena
- has annual competitions in the arena in which each class goes up against their own class and rights with another student. the final battle is often to the death.
- classes are often history and fighting oriented depending on your class
- so ian's would be self defense, the history of duellists, city patrol regulations, etc.
- most students aren't under 13, and no one under 18 may enter the arena
[/spoiler]

mickey hated school, but he'd be lying if he didn't love the fighters academy. it was all about, well, fighting. you could throw a punch in the middle of the hallway, and teachers would be giving you pointers on how to knock your opponent out. the only thing he didn't like was that this year, you had to wear a uniform of some sort according to your class (green being his, and red being duellist) thanks to a death last year from a berserker picking a fight with a fire mage and not knowing it. also, he had a room mate this year.

so, as he sat in his dorm, he would wait for his room mate. some kid names ian gallagher.

[member=503]peril.[/member]

[peridot.]

Ian wasn't as against school as Mickey was. And as for his opinion on the fighters academy... it was mixed. He liked being able to defend himself, that was definitely a plus. Before this, he had been beaten up a whole shitload for, well, various reasons. Now, however, he could fight back, and that made him very happy. Still, it wasn't like he just enjoyed brawling with people. He wasn't the kind of person to find straight up fighting 'fun' or entertaining. He saw it as a neccessity, not a hobby, like some students seemed to see it as. Students like Mickey.

He didn't really mind the uniforms, besides the fact that they were a bit uncomfortable at times when they bunched up. At the moment, he was strolling towards the dorm, humming softly under his breath. He wasn't really sure what Mickey looked like, so he glanced around curiously.