[BOYS] Room 74 [TRACE BURNS]

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Post with your character's name and the room description to claim Room 74. The thread title will be modified with the name shortly afterwards.

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Trace Burns.

Welcome. Welcome. Some boys allowed, but mostly girls. HA! Just kidding. I love you Sven. Let's all spend the night together and have fun. Not much to say about my room, you stalkers.

Sven Manning.

Uh... Our dorm is like any other, nothing really odd about it...

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SODA.

Soda walked down the hallway, empty -- which would make sense as it was almost after hours, but she needed serious help with this power thing of her's. She was on her way to Trace's room, although with much regret pumping through her body as she walked as silently as she could. If a teacher saw her so would be so busted. Not with the headperson, though: she's got her amnesia thing as an excuse. Just no raping, please, she thought to herself. If he flirted with her again it wasn't that all bad, but she'd rather not, thanks.

She knocked on his door and opened it slightly. "Hello?" she asked in her high pitched voice, still not knowing what this guy's name was. It would definitely help, but she would worry about that later. "Is anyone there?"


ooc; she said no raping plz and thx. :P

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.lets bake some {p i e s} in that oven

Trace shut his phone as he sent his last text message. It hadn't taken Soda long to reply to his voicemail, and she had wanted to him to buy a pie. Trace shook his long mane of deep brown hair. He had told her that he had no money to buy pie.
Yeah Right.

Trace set a plastic bag marked Perkins on the counter. Trace had many ingredients on his counter also. If Soda was to come over, they were going to have to earn each other's trust. Trace wanted to bake something anyways, so why did it matter?
Trace's tattooed arm flexed as he picked up the pie to put it away. Of course, he didn't need muscle power to lift it, but flexing was always nice, at least in Trace's eyes.

Trace sighed as he looked satisfacorily over his handiwork. Trace had always kept a clean area, and this was no different. Sure, on the outside he looked like a 'rebel' but inside he was just a neat freak. Trace was, however a hater of school. It was too boring, dull, long, and lifeless. The only 'fun time' was in between classes, lunch, and occassionaly gym.
Gym was amost always outdoors, and he could always sneak a smoke in between the teacher yelling at him and the kids staring at him. Then, there was lunch, oh yes, lunch, always the same, and pretty much off the campus, so he usually snuck a few smokes in there too. Just enough to last the rest of the day, if there was that. In between classes though, was mostly just getting to move around. Today though, Trace had to take the day off.
They had to learn some strange new thing, something to do with using your power for good... Whatever. The minute Trace had heard that, he had left, the pain with being around other people with powers, and using them, was too great.
It was bad enough with a throbbing migrane everyday, but Trace couldn't stand those types of classes. The pain that came with the class was just unbearable. Trace could only stay in there if he was numbed by some type of drink. Of course, then he would get into behavioral problems.
Trace had done that once though, gaining his favorite power, fire. Trace had then gotten into trouble- althought it was worth it. His professor had felt a pull and found it to belong to Trace. Detention wasn't that bad though, Trace had been ten back in those wonderful, sweet, innocent days.

Hello? Is anyone there?
Trace turned his head towards the door, and smirked. It was Soda. Of course it was Soda, who else would be here at this time of night?
Trace swore softly as he hid the pie in the closest place he could find, under the kitchen sink. Trace half-way jumped over towards the door. Smoothing out his hair quickly, Trace opened it. Leaning on it, he managed to say, Hey. I thought you hated me? Hmmm?
Trace [hopefully] played with her hair, in a teasing manner.



ooc;
Trace doesn't rape. He just suggestivly... Suggests it. : D

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SODA.

She rolled her eyes at him as she opened the door and started playing with her long black hair. She didn't mind the fact that he started touching her without her permission; it bugged her, yeah, but she wasn't going to start yelling at him to stop. If he wanted, he could play with it all night and she wouldn't care. Being a tomboy and all, hair wasn't something that was top priority on her list.

Oh yeah... Trace is his name, she thought to herself, remebering the texts she recieved from him awhile ago. He didn't look like a Trace; he seemed more like a... a... just not Trace, ok?

She rolled her eyes at him again, but in a playful manner. "I don't hate you, but..." her voice trailed off and she gave him another smile. "Yeeaaahhhh. I really need help with this power thing; will you help me? Oh, oh, oh! And did you bring pie?" she asked excitedly, almost forgetting about the real reason she was here. Forgetfulness... or just ADHD. Either way.

ooc; he gonna suggest it? if he does expect a punch in the face and then a pillow fight. xP

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Trace rolled his eyes at her thoughs, and her words. She was more intrested in pie than anything else in the world- at the moment. Trace motioned her to come inside his, well, he wouldn't really call it a home, but more like a place to crash for the night once in awhile.
Trace nodded towards her and said, Uhm. Yeah. About that, I just conveniently had pie ingredients on hand and decided that we could make one. No money... And all. Trace dropped his hand from her hair, motioning her inside, once again.
Trace walked towards the oven, and turned it on to 450 degrees, and took out a single fork. Taking the pie crust, he started to lightly stab it, and asked, Soda, So, what type of pie do you want? Trace's smile grew wider, as he continued with his thoughts.
Honestly though Soda, I can't really teach you how to use your powers, It's going to take a lot of will power. I want, in return though, to learn how to block out all the migranes. Or maybe you just don't get that... Either way, I need to get a drink. Your power is too strong and I've got a major migrane.

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SODA.

She jumped up and down, excitement flowing through her body. "Pie-pie-pie-pie-pie-pie!" she repeated quickly over and over like a broken tape or broken record. But, hey: she wanted her pie and she wasn't going to stop until she got it... or until something else caught her attention. "What kind of pie?" she repeated as she walked into the room of this. "Well... I like apple and blueberry and strawberry and pecan and pumpkin -- oh but only with whipped cream -- and and and... and...." She stopped suddenly and stared into completed space, trying to think of what other flavor she liked. When she saw him take out the pie crust, she run over to to counter and stood next to him -- maybe a little too close for comfort -- with her mouth in a huge smile.

"Can't teach me? Why?" she asked, getting back on the main topic. "And I don't get those migranes. Sometimes I do, I suppose. Depening on the power, I either get a mental or physical pain. I can't do anythng but just take the pain; that's normally when I'm the weakest, though. And as for blocking that out, I'm still practicing." There was so much about her power that was still a mystery for her.

A drink? She was slightly thirsty... "Do you have cider? Not the alchoholic kind, but.... Hey, do you drink beer?" Random, again, but her life was random to extreme.

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A smile curled around Trace's lips as he looked at her, apparently amused. Soda was almost like a squirrel, and Trace liked that. Now all she needed were the cute little rounded ears and the tail.
Trace nodded and said, "Yeah, I can't really teach you but I think if we work together then maybe we can learn new things about this power, and learn how to control it more. Like even opening up our minds completly, and being able to share or connect powers.... I guess maybe like a computer game with other players?" Trace turned around to gather up the cherry pie mix. He had already bought a blueberry pie... Maybe Soda liked every single pie under the sun. He'd buy her all of them, wouldn't that be a lovely birthday gift? Wake up drowning in pie! Maybe they could have a pie fight...

Trace turned around towards the fridge to get himself a drink and her an... Apple juice. Thank god he had something other than alcohol in his dorm. Trace turned towards her, and said, "I always get those damn migranes... Maybe your brain is strange and only once in a while it acts like a normal human beings." Trace laughed jokingly, and took a sip out of his glass container.
"Beer? Do I like it? Hell, it's pretty much all I drink. Why do you think I ended up with so many tattoos, peircings, and always in trouble at school? Yeah. That's not from just being sober." Trace turned his head away with a sad, troubled look on his face, and swished his bottle around a bit, thinking quietly inside his mind.

Trace looked at the pie crust again, before dumping in the ingredients.
That didn't take long

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SODA.

Soda walked as Trace began preparing the pie; she stayed away, due to the fact that if she tried to help his room might explode. So she just watched him put the ingredients onto the crust. "If we're going to help each other, does that mean that I'm going to stay with you all the time?" she complained, but not in a mean way, of course. "And haha. Are you saying I'm not normal?"

She took the apple juice from him and took a small sip. "But this isn't cider." She made a frown; she was picky, even to a point where it annoyed the crap out of come people. She could taste the different, and she wanted real cider, not the kind of stuff they made out of suger and artifical flavors.

She shrugged about the beer thing. Truthfully it didn't bother her about it, as long as she didn't drink... too much at least. She found it ok if she drank a little, even though she didn't llike the taste much. Wine as ok, and alchoholic cider was probably better, even though she hadn't tried it before. "Do you have any alchoholic cider?" Now that she was thinking about it, she wanted to try some.

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Trace shook his head and said, "No, you'd never be able to live with me. I think that Sven might have a fit of having females... Staying with us." Trace smiled. Good old Sven.
Trace chugged the rest of his beer, and reached for another one. Staring at the pie baking in the oven he said, "Darling, I don't drink such sissy things."
Trace's ocean-blue eyes blinked once, twice, thrice, before moving in closer towards Soda. Turning toward her, reeking like alcohol and ciggerettes, he said, "Yes, I think you are un-normal. Why do you think I'd speak to you in the first place? Honestly."

Shoving back dark brown hair, he muttered, "I'll be right back." Walking towards the back the apartment, he shut the door to a room.
A few minutes later, Trace came out, smiling, and told her, "Watch out, I need to get the pie out."

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SODA.

"Who's Sven?" she asked curiously, still watching him prepare the pie. Why would Sven care if a girl was stay with Trace. "And why would he care?" she added hesitantly, wondering to herself if she really wanted to know or not. She simply ignored him about the cider, even though she really wanted some. But if he didn't have any, she wasn't going to drink alchohol. She wasn't going to take the chance of getting drunk with Trace around.

She smiled at him and rolled her eyes again. "Good. 'Cause if you called me normal you would have gotten punched by a girl, then." Although she wanted to be the average human being, her power gave her a special something. Something that made her Soda. When he left the room, she stayed where she was and looked around his dorm. At least is wasn't as messy as her room, which felt like a volcano of clothes has erupted.

When he came back, Soda jumped up and down in excitement. Hooray for pie. But poor Trace.

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Trace looked at her and nodded.
"Sven is mygay roommate. I don't think he likes it when I have girls over... Although sadly, he is only a friend. My god, he looks like a model." Trace set a hard lined smile as he stared at the pie.
Giving her a fork, he said, "Dig in." Trace lent against the counter as he thought more about Sven. Sven was a nice guy, a bit strange at times, but probably no stranger than Trace himself.

Trace's eyes flickered towards the door as he heard a knock. Keith.
Keith was one annoying asshole. A childhood friend of Svens, and he acted like he was god. Keith wasn't the best person in the world to hang out with either. Keith seemed to be able to get to Sven's better side than anything else.

Before Keith could knock on the door again, Trace opened it, growling, "Go away. Sven is gone. I don't know where the hell he is, just get the fuck out."
Keith's honey brown eyes stared at Trace. How he just loved Trace and his colorful vocabulary. Just wonderful. Keith's eyes glared at Trace as he said, "Whatever, man. Just tell Sven I was here, or can you not compute you man-woman?"
Keith felt himself being shoved up against a wall as Trace jeered at him, and hissed, "You know what, at least I don't have a fucking afro like you. Jesus Christ, I'm in the middle of something here, why don't you just go away!?" Keith smiled happily. Trace had gotten the bait. Keith jeered at him as he said, "What? Messing around with more women? That's wonderful Trace. I hope you a prostitue gives you AiDs."

Trace stared at him and snorted out, "I don't go as low as to do a prostitue. They're old and flabby, kind of like your mom when I did her."
Trace saw Keith smile, a look of hatred as he tried to get at Trace's face. Trace laughed at him, and let him go. Running towards the door, Trace slammed it, locked the door, and turned back towards Soda, hearing a slight banging on the door.

Keith would never use his powers to break a door open. It used up too much of his energy, and then Trace would just win anyways. Trace knew that, and smiling, he said to Soda, "Well. That was Sven's best friend. Wonderful little guy eh?"

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SODA.

Soda grabbed the fork out of Trace's hand with excitement and stabbed the pie with it, scooping a piece out and stuffing it into her mouth. She smiled at him and thanked him with her eyes, a glint of happiness in them. She ate a few more scoops and chewed happily, then looked up mid-bite when she heard a knocking at the door. She said nothing as she watched from the spot were she stood, mindlessly eating her pie and the arguement or fight went on between Trace and Keith. She didn't really know Keith so she couldn't say if she wanted him to win the fight. Trace was a perv and all, but he wasn't an ass. She took a step forward to see if she could stop it -- even though she probably couldn't -- and stopped dead when she saw Trace shoved Keith out the door and lock it. "He seemed nice," she said. Really he did. She's met worse, after all. She smiled at him for moment until she continued eating her pie.

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Trace rolled his eyes at her as he questioned, "Keith? NICE? Yeah, and I'm a virgin." Trace laughed and took a bite of the pie. Shoving it next to her mouth he said, "Wanf sum?" He took the rest of the pie away from her. She would now have to earn his delicious pie.
Trace tried to think of one nice thing Keith had ever done. There was that one time... No... Not that time, maybe- No, that wasn't it either. Trace shook his head, smiling.


ooc;
Sorry. Short. :\

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SODA.

"But he is nice," she tried to say, although it was through another mouthful so it sounded more like nonsense. He wasn't the worse out there, though, which was a plus. There did have to be some good in him, somewhere... deep down. She was about to get some more pie when Trace took it away. She swallowed what was in her mouth and said, "What the hell, dude? That was my pie." She chucked her fork at him in response and frowned. You could say it was another bipolar moment of her's.

ooc; same. x.x -dies-