first impressions, [tagged: malard]

[jamie hawkins]

[atrb=valign, top][style=border-left:4px solid #FF99CC; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; padding-left:8px; text-align:justify; text-transform:lowercase; padding-right:8px;]He was told that he would be getting a new roommate today, a boy, of course, but they didn't tell him his name. It was nerve-wrecking, and Jaime found himself cleaning up all through the day, making sure that everything was perfect, everything was right, because if it wasn't, then the boy might leave, and he didn't want him to be upset and leave, because he really wanted to make someone happy, and he wanted that someone to be his roommate. He never got many roommates back at the orphanage. They never wanted to be around him, and the staff usually joked to him that they were never sure if they should put a girl or a boy into his room. He didn't like those jokes... Jaime felt himself shaking and he sat upon his bed with his legs curled under him. He was wearing his uniform; it was the only thing that didn't look old, and he didn't get made fun of for it. He hoped it was enough to make a good impression.. He hoped he was good enough, he hoped it was okay. He cleaned everything very well.. he hoped it was good enough.[/style] [STYLE=font-size:10px; padding-left: 12px; font-weight: bold]words: 197 tags: mr. malard notes: hope it's okay credit: template made by oxymoron! of btn[/style]

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[Malard Munder]

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[atrb=style, width: 110px;][atrb=vAlign,top][style=font-family: century gothic; font-size: 20px; text-align: center; color: #e2e2e2;]tags[/style] [style=background-color: #4936b3; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 95px; text-transform: uppercase;]Sir Hawkins[/style] [style=font-family: century gothic; font-size: 20px; text-align: center; color: #e2e2e2;]words[/style] [style=background-color: #4936b3; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 95px; text-transform: uppercase;]###[/style] [style=font-family: century gothic; font-size: 20px; text-align: center; color: #e2e2e2;]notes[/style] [style=background-color: #4936b3; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 95px; text-transform: uppercase;]Herp Le Derp[/style]	[atrb=style, width: 320px;][style=background-color: #494949; font-family: tahoma; color: #e2e2e2; font-size: 10px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; height: 300px; overflow: auto;] Malard stood at the door, his bag hung over his shoulder, his violin and flute cases in opposite hands and his laptop bad around his shoulders. Yes, it was extremely heavy, and rather painful, but he suddenly found himself wanting to go back to his brothers. The thought of having a roommate always frightened him. What if the guy was some quack that would kill him at night? He turned a bit, looking to the right, wanting to go back to the stairs and go back, but then he thought about his "parents" money floating away as he debated it, and he sucked down his fear. He would have to go in some time, he double checked, making sure this was his dorm, but then again, even though he was wishing it wasn't it would be the same at every door. He would never want to go in, for the first time in his life, he was....nervous. Knowing he didn't have the hands to knock on the door, he gave it a few soft kicks, hoping he wasn't freaking the living hell out of the boy inside. He thought of something to say, but honestly he couldn't do anything, he didn't know the guys name, or what he looked like. He just stood there, feeling pretty stupid, not liking the fact he was standing out in the open carrying all of this crap while a few of the filthy rich, spoiled brats had people to carry their stuff up here for them. His mind wandered to the inside of the dorm, what would it look like? Would it smell? Would it be disgusting, a dump? Would it be dark and creepy looking? Vermin didn't bother him, but the uncertainty of who his roommate was bothered him the most. He played a horror show, one that he would certainly die in. What if the kid had something against kids like Malard, guys who wore skinny jeans, tight shirts, and weird looking shoes and goofy hats. "Suck it up ducky...you're bound to meet him sooner or later. Just be nice, maybe we'll survive the year..." he thought to himself for comfort. Still wondering if it was too late to turn back. [/style]
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[jamie hawkins]

[atrb=valign, top][style=border-left:4px solid #FF99CC; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; padding-left:8px; text-align:justify; text-transform:lowercase; padding-right:8px;]He didn't expect a knock at the door. He wasn't used to them at Home. At Home, they usually came in without knocking, and if he was dressing.. they didn't really care.. Sometimes, they laughed, or they looked sick and ran away. He was very ugly, after all. The Ladies told him so, and he had no doubt that it was correct. He was an ugly freak, and that's why he wasn't allowed to have a family, because if he had a family, he would taint them with his freakishness, and they wouldn't love him, because of what he was.. But his roommate didn't know that, so maybe that's why he was being polite, because he didn't know that he shouldn't be polite to a freak. Freaks didn't deserve it. He crawled off of his bed and padded over to the door, excitement bubbling in his stomach. Maybe he wouldn't figure it out. Maybe, he wouldn't know that he was a freak, if he was very careful. If he didn't undress in front of him, and didn't talk too much, he wouldn't know. He hoped that was true. He opened the door wide and hid himself behind it out of habit, then peeked out to him. He looked nice. He looked very nice, and Jaime couldn't believe his luck. He smiled and gripped the door knob tighter in his hand. “H-h.. hi...” He wasn't a freak. He wasn't a freak. He wasn't, he wasn't.. He hoped he thought so. He'd cleaned to make him happy, and he'd be good, he promised. [/style] [STYLE=font-size:10px; padding-left: 12px; font-weight: bold]words: 261 tags: mr. malard notes: hope it's okay credit: template made by oxymoron! of btn[/style]

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[Malard Munder]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,5,true][atrb=style,background:url(http://i.imgur.com/NNLwM.gif); width: 500px; padding: 10px, bTable][cs=2][style=background-color: #494949; width: 100px; height: 100px; padding: 5px; margin: 5px;][/style][style=background-color: #494949; width: 340px; margin-left: 125px; padding: 5px; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 22px; color: #e2e2e2; text-transform: lowercase; height: 100px; margin-top: -115px; text-align: justify;]My Last Breath Hold on to me love. You know I can't stay long, all I wanted to say was, "I love you and I'm not afraid." Can you hear me? Can you feel me in your arms? Holding my last breath, safe inside myself are all my thoughts of you. Sweet raptured light it ends here tonight. I'll miss the winter a world of fragile things. Look for me in the white forest hiding in a hollow tree. I know you hear me. I can taste it in your tears… [/style]
[atrb=style, width: 110px;][atrb=vAlign,top][style=font-family: century gothic; font-size: 20px; text-align: center; color: #e2e2e2;]tags[/style] [style=background-color: #4936b3; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 95px; text-transform: uppercase;]Sir Hawkins[/style] [style=font-family: century gothic; font-size: 20px; text-align: center; color: #e2e2e2;]words[/style] [style=background-color: #4936b3; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 95px; text-transform: uppercase;]###[/style] [style=font-family: century gothic; font-size: 20px; text-align: center; color: #e2e2e2;]notes[/style] [style=background-color: #4936b3; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 95px; text-transform: uppercase;]Herp Le Derp[/style]	[atrb=style, width: 320px;][style=background-color: #494949; font-family: tahoma; color: #e2e2e2; font-size: 10px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; height: 300px; overflow: auto;] The door opened a bit slowly at first, but he didn't see who opened it until a head popped out from behind it. "Hiya!" Malard chimed, his voice cheery as always. He might've shaken the boys hand, had they not been filled with cases. "Whoa this place looks good!" he said, a little in awe, it was about as clean as his bedroom, which was very clean because he kept it that way. Everything had it's place, nothing was under the bed, or shoved in the closet. The same looked to be so here. He quietly walked in, forgetting to wait to be invited in, mumbling words of apology, he looked around the room. His eyes found an empty bed on a vacant side of the dorm. He looked on the other side, and knew right away that that particular side belonged to his roommate. Therefore, he set his things on the opposite side of the room. Not wanting to step on anyone's land. After putting down his things he stood up straight, just like his mother would've wanted, he also faced the other boy, also how his mother would've wanted. "My name's Malard, but most people call me Ducky." he said, remembering his manners as instructed. He studied the other boy for a moment. He looked like a nice young man, much unlike Malard with his black skinny jeans and too-big-for-him shirts. It'd taken quite a bit of adjusting to get the thing to fit right so that it wasn't falling off of his shoulder. He couldn't help but notice that the other was wearing his uniform, Malard knew they didn't have classes at this time. Perhaps he just hadn't changed out of it from the day? He didn't know, but he wasn't about to make a big deal about it like he actually cared about what his roommate wore. He could wear a cracker and a wrapper if he wanted to, Malard wouldn't say anything. He didn't judge people off of their clothing, but evidently some people here did. He'd gotten quite a few looks and heard a few whispers on his way up here. Most of them about his jeans, only a few about his noticeably longer hair. At least it wasn't growing down his back. [/style]
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