Boarding School Rp ( Closed, but you can follow along :D )

"Happy belated birthday! And that's me, belting out lyrics all day." Nigel chuckling. "So do you want that side of the room or this one? I'm fine with either." The room was nice, much nicer than his own back at home. He found himself excited for lessons to start, which was peculiar in itself.

"Same here, but I've already unpacked most of my stuff over here. So why don't you take that half," Anthony gestured to the cleaner half by the door, "How old are you?"

"Sure, thanks." Nigel began moving his bags to the other side of the room, unzipping his suitcase and taking out a stack of clothes. "Eleventh grade. Two more years of school to go, then I can actually do something with my life." He said it like a joke, but in reality, he meant it. "I hope you don't mind if I put up some posters on my side of the room?"

"Oh no totally do that," Anthony told him. He looked at the blander walls on his side, "I don't really have any posters, parents were strict about that. I could literally keep a puppy in my room and let it poop all over the place, but no posters on the wall. They were funny in that way."

"For me it was the other way around." Nigel loaded all his clothes into his drawer of their dresser, beginning to unroll his Les Mis poster and stick it up on the wall. Looking at it made him feel nostalgic– not for his house, but for his theatre group. That was the one side of a boarding school; no more theatre, no more drama friends. No more orchestra either. "Do you have any pets?"

"Yeah, that dog I mentioned earlier. That was a true story," Anthony responded. He put his clothes in the empty dresser drawers, "I'm guessing from your earlier statement you don't have any?"

“Yeah, unfortunately. I had a collie when I was a lot younger, but not anymore.” Nigel finished putting up all his musical signs and began taping up pictures and polaroids of his drama friends, of all their shows, of all the amazing times they’d had together. They had promised to keep in touch, he’d text them as soon as possible.

Anthony finished decorating and looked at Nigel's half, "I'm sorry with whatever happened to your collie. But. Wow. That's a lot of musical posters. Did you perform in them?"

Nigel grinned sheepishly, running a hand through his hair and stepping back to admire his work. The wall was now a collage of pictures, Polaroids, posters, and string lights. “Most of them, yeah. Musical theatre is… sort of my thing. Just a bit.”

"That's awesome! I would never be able to get on a stage and preform like that," Anthony responded laying back on his bed, "You have to have like nerves of steel or something."

Nigel scratched the nape of his neck bashfully. “Thanks— And I’m sure you could do it, it just takes practice.” His eyes traveled over the photos one more time before he turned away to finish unpacking. I miss you guys.

Jordan squeaked a bit, not expected the hug. "Oh, uh, hi. My name's Jordan." He leaned back on his heels. "I'm a guy, by the way. Just so you know. Some people get confused… so… yeah."

"Thanks," Anthony responded to Nigel. He let out a long sigh letting his body unwind. Nigel probably had had friends in theater, "So how far did you travel to get here?"

"Everyone's pretty tall to me," she added with a laugh, shaking their intertwined hands. Letting go after a moment, she bounced over to her bed and took a seat. "It's nice to meet you!"
Knowing her roommate was of the opposite gender, there would likely have to have some arrangements made.

"You already said that," he laughed, pulling sheets out of his bag and starting to set them up. "Do you want a couple extra sheets to hang around your bed?"

(Can I join?? I want to develop my new character)

“Alright, then. Do you know where we’re supposed to go or what to do from here?” Kirin really didn’t know what he was doing. At all. And while it wasn’t his first time in a new environment, it was his first time at boarding school and that was already enough to cause plenty nerves. Not for the first time, he wished Nimue were around.

"Thanks," Anthony responded to Nigel. He let out a long sigh letting his body unwind. Nigel probably had had friends in theater, "So how far did you travel to get here?"

“Maybe four, five hours? I lost track.” Now finished unpacking his books, Nigel carefully removed and unfolded a keyboard, setting it up on the far side of his part of the room. The farther from home, the better. “How ‘bout you?”

Realizes I missed 2 pages Well, shit.//

"Marrin, starò bene. Non devi preoccuparti." Virgil said to his friend. "Ne sei sicuro? Sei sicuro di non voler tornare in Italia con me?" Marrin asked, giving Virgil her most sad puppy dog eyes. "Scusa Marrin, questa è una buona esperienza per me." Virgil said, pulling his bag out of the trunk and saying a last goodbye, he departed. He swung his cane around to get a feel for the grounds.

Thanks Comrade//

Virgil walked up to the front desk, he had taken a few tours so he knew where almost everything was. "Pardon me, where is dorm 4? That's my dorm and I don't remember it from the tour." He says to the front desk person. "Can't you see the giant sign that say's Doms?" The lady remarked, stopping when Virgil gave a chuckle. "Nah, I can't see it. I'm blind as fuck."

"Thanks," Anthony responded to Nigel. He let out a long sigh letting his body unwind. Nigel probably had had friends in theater, "So how far did you travel to get here?"

“Maybe four, five hours? I lost track.” Now finished unpacking his books, Nigel carefully removed and unfolded a keyboard, setting it up on the far side of his part of the room. The farther from home, the better. “How ‘bout you?”

“About six hours, I think. I took a little nap along the way,” Anthony responded. He was staring up at the ceiling.

“Wow. Whereabouts do you live?” Now finished unpacking, Nigel plopped down on the bed, letting his shoulders slump.

The front desk lady looked startled before quickly glancing don to the paperwork. "So you're the blind student we have this year." She muttered. "Name?" She asked. "Virgil Contraal." He says. "I'm in dorm four and that's really all I know." She stood up. "Ah, Okay. Follow me." She says, leading him to dorm number four. "Here it is." She says as Virgil open the door.

“Lower California near the border to Mexico,” Anthony responded, “Mi papa y mama never really wanted to get the sense that they left home.”