Ooc:// I don't mind if he is roommates with Dante/James. I tried to post and it logged me out again.
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James shuffled to his 2010 Orange Chevy Camaro, as he peered into his car, memories of his childhood clouded his concentration. He was born of wealthy blood, dotting parents as well as maids and butlers. James's ego was naturally bred from the non-stop attention and praise from his peers. Now, he was off on his own--this car, a gift from his parents for the new year of college, was all he had left. James was forced to a allowance each week, buying less expensive things was rather difficult for him. As he shook the memories from his eyes, James realized his phone was vibrating in the back pocket of his designer jeans. As he peered at the message, his face lit up.
"Alright! A party, just one more opportunity to show the world how amazing I am!"
Dante relocated to the retro couch as James made his grand escape through the door, it was a matter of 45 minutes and he was finally finished with his two essays due at the beginning of his first cl*censored*. As he set the thick textbook on the gl*censored* coffee table, his body ached with still intentions. Stretching out his arms and legs as he shifted off the couch, a loud ringing peaked his ears. The sound was familiar, yet--where was it coming from? Dante was almost in a daze as he yawned and rubbed his tired eyes. Moving around the room, the sound was at crescendo within the kitchen. Venturing into the cooking area of the dorm room, a note made itself known as well as his phone's chiming.
Greetings Mr. Puerile! Thanks for leaving your wallet in such a revealable position. The forty dollars left inside should be a surface amount for a new brush and tooth brush--this could be avoided if you would keep your little un-cool hands off my valuables! Let this be a lesson learned to you, Dante.
--Lots of Love and Adornment,
James Devion
"And I'm the childish one?" Dante sighed, crumbling the note and throwing it into the trashcan. As he disregarded James's writing, Dante noticed his phone was still ringing. As he checked it, there were a few new messages--though out of them all, one was marked urgent. Pressing the touchscreen and skimming through the message, it indicated that there was to be a party tonight.
Ursa peered to her roommate, "I am Ursa, it is quite the pleasure to meet your acquaintance!"
Tilting her head and giving a smile, her roommate introduced herself as Pheory. Ursa pondered the name with interest. As they both started to unpack their belongings, Ursa glanced back at the other girl sharing the dorm with her. Pheory explained of a party tonight, gleaming with inspiration, Ursa smiled even wider.
"Hey, Pheory? What is appropriate attire for this party?"