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| [Day 1] Room 321; double room - Zhang & Milliardo | |
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| Zhang Wu Fei | Wed Nov 18, 2009 7:35 pm Post #1 |
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Gang Woo Pee. Totally Korean.
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<< In spite of some minor flaws in the dormitory floor map on page 31 of his campus information booklet, it didn't take Wu Fei long to find Room 321. The room was rather spacious compared to what he had been used to during his boarding school days, especially considering he would only have to share this one with one other student. Trudging in, he let the duffel bag slide from his tender shoulder. Since his roommate had yet to arrive, Wu Fei had first pick. Bunks, just like at boarding school. The bottom one would do; in case his future roommate may get into the habit of making late nights, Wu Fei could darken this sleeping place by hanging sheets down from the top bed. Splendid. The bottom bed creaked softly under his weight as he sat down and eyed the booklet in his hand. "Damn." He laid the thing down beside him and dropped to his back. The trip from the European mainland to Britain had been all right, though he had promised himself never to make a boat trip in rough weather again – even the wildest manoeuvres with his Gundam had never made his stomach as queasy as that ever-lasting six hour trip from IJmuiden to Dover. All nautical discomfort aside, his trip through London on his way to campus had been the worst. The mad traffic and apparent civilian incontinence had not made Wu Fei's first impression of the British capital a good one. He almost regretted his decision to apply for a job off-campus. That blasted Starbucks application form stuck out the booklet almost tauntingly; Wu Fei grabbed it and glared at the woman in the coffee shop's logo. He'd thought of applying for a job at the college library, but it turned out there were no vacancies. Besides, working on-campus may be seen as an invitation for unnecessary fraternisation, while all he wanted to do was save enough money to buy his own clarinet within the next two years. He sat up, sighed, and reached into his jacket pocket for a pen. Cursing inwardly as he filled out the form, he mentally filed all the other tasks he'd have to fulfil before having the time to explore his new environment... |
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| Milliardo Peacecraft | Thu Nov 19, 2009 3:17 pm Post #2 |
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For Safe Zechs, Always Use a Gundam.
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>> Distantly, from the outside hallway. "Okay, ladies. I really should get unpacking... yes... um. No. No, no thank you. I couldn't possibly... I ... I ... right. Maybe later then, yes? Very well, good evening to you both." Milliardo hadn't even bothered to knock. He swung the door open, hurtled inside and closed it before the harpies even had a chance to snatch him again. The door banged shut and, with a deep sigh of relief, the tall blond leaned against the door and quietly clicked the lock. "Dear Lord," he whispered breathlessly to himself before realizing he wasn't alone. His impressively blue eyes locked on to a very disgruntled looking Wu Fei. Recognition broke through the faint haze of confusion, bringing a friendly light to his face. "Wu Fei? This is room 321, am I correct? I suppose you will be my roommate. How fitting." How fitting indeed. Who came up with the room assignments in this dorm? The RA must be a fangirl. Milliardo scanned the room with a curious expression before walking over to the bed. We will conclude it is a bunk bed, since Heero and Duo's room sports one. He gazed up at the top bunk, then down at the bottom where Zhang's things were. "I guess the top is mine," and with a smirk he tossed his duffle bag on to the top bunk. Then, with an impressive hop he pulled himself up as well and flopped onto his side. It wasn't Egyptian Cotton, but that was fine. All of his fancy things were being delivered tomorrow. With chin in hand he looked down at Wu Fei and smiled his most charming smile. "So, maybe we should come up with some rules? Isn't that was roommates do? This is new to me, I am not sure what the next step is." Edited by Milliardo Peacecraft, Thu Nov 19, 2009 3:17 pm.
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| If I never had Treize for a friend I would never have had my own bad ass mobile suit, my OZ style bitch boots and balcony seats for Mozart's Magic Flute. | |
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| Zhang Wu Fei | Fri Nov 20, 2009 9:53 am Post #3 |
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Gang Woo Pee. Totally Korean.
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Wu Fei was about to sign the application form when he became aware of the ruckus outside the room. Damned coed dorms, he thought. Mixed-sex education had not been the norm on L5-A0206, drawing on ancient Chinese custom – but what's more, the colony's coeducational institutes had always kept strict rules about boys' and girls' sleeping arrangements. Most had even had separate buildings to divide the sexes. Wu Fei guessed it was to prevent natural kids' curiosity from leading to grotesque and embarrassing situations. It made sense. The people of Earth apparently didn't have much of that; college girls and boys, or so Wu Fei had heard, were respectively oestrogen- and testosterone-based life forms. He shook his head in disapproval and signed the form – when suddenly, someone noisily entered the room. Wu Fei frowned at the spontaneous line crossing his signature and cast the newcomer a hot glare. "Dear Lord." He stood up from the bed, glare melting into a mild frown as recognition dawned. "Wu Fei? This is room 321, am I correct? I suppose you will be my roommate. How fitting." "Zechs." Judging from his attire the man may well have enrolled by use of his birth name, but Wu Fei was not inclined to waste too many syllables on the man. Besides, one could never be sure who he thought he was now. Milliard Peacecraft. Zechs Marquis. The Lightning Count. Agent Windbag. And now, Wu Fei's Roommate. Fitting, he said? "Hm. Very." Slowly folding the application form to fit in an envelope, Wu Fei watched Zechs appraise the room. It wasn't much, but it was enough for Wu Fei. Finally, Zechs jumped onto the top bunk – an elegant, though not quite soundless act. "So, maybe we should come up with some rules? Isn't that what roommates do? This is new to me, I am not sure what the next step is." He had a point there; they probably should start by setting up house rules for their shared territory. It certainly spoke for Zechs that he was the one to bring the topic up. Pondering on it for a moment, Wu Fei grabbed the informational booklet from the bed and pulled out an envelope addressed to Starbucks. "All right," he said, tucking the form into the envelope. "Considering my major and minor are theoretical subjects, I'll be studying a lot. If the library is adequately quiet, I will try to get most of my work done there. Even so, I would appreciate to be notified in advance should you plan to invite guests." He paused to lick the envelope. "I value my privacy, a tidy living space, and undisturbed morning meditation. I do my own dishes and expect you to do the same." Flattening the now-shut envelope between his fingers, Wu Fei tried a polite smile. "This is new to me, too. Boarding school rules back home were much stricter than Earth's college campus rules." |
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| Milliardo Peacecraft | Fri Nov 20, 2009 10:17 am Post #4 |
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For Safe Zechs, Always Use a Gundam.
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"All right. Considering my major and minor are theoretical subjects, I'll be studying a lot. If the library is adequately quiet, I will try to get most of my work done there. Even so, I would appreciate to be notified in advance should you plan to invite guests." Milliardo nodded his head slowly, swiveling it upon his upturned hand. That seemed like a reasonable request to him. He would expect the same from Wu Fei, though he had a feeling he wouldn't have to worry about the Chinese boy bringing over unruly guests and partying until the brink of dawn. Dreams... "I value my privacy, a tidy living space, and undisturbed morning meditation. I do my own dishes and expect you to do the same. This is new to me, too. Boarding school rules back home were much stricter than Earth's college campus rules." He couldn't help but smile. Wu Fei's pomp and circumstance applied to everything, even mailing a letter apparently. He sighed internally. Here he thought he was going to have a fun time at college, but this was turning out to be another episode of bunking with a prim and proper roomie. He was bordering a Treize flashback. With an elegant shake of his head he warded off the thought. It was eerie how similar Wu Fei and Treize were at folding envelopes. That was when Treize actually did fold his own mail, before the task was designated for Milliardo. Or, Zechs at the time. Irritated at himself for going off on a tangent, he pushed himself up to a sit and let his long legs dangle over the side of the bed. "Sounds like you have your work cut out for you. I promise, I won't be of any trouble to you. I can't think of any rules at the moment," other than that you don't call me Zechs, "but if I do, I'll be sure to tell you." He absently smoothed out his crisp, white designer shirt and tied his long locks neatly in a loose ponytail before peering around the room. He had seen better accommodations in enemy brigs... "So, are any of your friends here? The other Gundam pilots?" He thought he was the only one in trouble with the ESUN but if Wu Fei was here, certainly the others must be around somewhere, right? "Is Heero Yuy here?" He hadn't seen Heero since after Endless Waltz and he wondered if the young man would try and kill him. He heard the guy was good at fencing, maybe he would challenge him to a match. Wait, wasn't Wu Fei good with a sword, too? He recalled Treize mentioning a brief but satisfying bout against the Chinese boy. "Do you know how to fence?" |
| If I never had Treize for a friend I would never have had my own bad ass mobile suit, my OZ style bitch boots and balcony seats for Mozart's Magic Flute. | |
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| Zhang Wu Fei | Sun Nov 22, 2009 9:45 pm Post #5 |
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Gang Woo Pee. Totally Korean.
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"Sounds like you have your work cut out for you. I promise, I won't be of any trouble to you. I can't think of any rules at the moment, but if I do, I'll be sure to tell you." Perhaps Zechs for a roommate would work out rather nicely after all; the man had a civilised air about him, a refined taste in dress, and the habit of speaking at an acceptable volume and tone of voice. And, not unimportantly, he did not appear the type to make Wu Fei's life more difficult on a personal level. He hadn't expected to meet any of his former colleague-pilots at this London campus. Apparently they were all looking to apply themselves and continue their fight for a just life within the bounds of the Earth Sphere. However, to Wu Fei's knowledge, Barton, Winner, and Zechs had at least chosen very different paths for themselves. The circus had received Barton with open arms, for one, much like a family. Winner had the resources to get private tutelage to get him ready for leadership of his father's company. And Zechs… Zechs was rumoured to have signed up for a terra-forming project with that 'bleeding heart' stalker of his. Had he been sent here to prepare for his mission? Looking at the man peering around the room, Wu Fei decided it would be impertinent to ask. They hardly knew each other, after all – not well enough to engage in small talk over alleged life choices. "So, are any of your friends here? The other Gundam pilots? – Is Heero Yuy here?" Flapping the envelope on his palm repetitively, Wu Fei raised an eyebrow. Why did people always assume the other former Gundam pilots were his friends? Maxwell and Winner seemed to act amicably toward just about anyone; Barton had the infiltration skills to fool everybody into thinking he meant well by them; but Yuy… He repressed a sigh. "Yes. They are all here. Yuy," —the corroded doorknob— "too." Eyeing the envelope in his hands, he thought of the perfect excuse to cut the exchange short before it could turn into chitchat – the sooner it would be posted, the better. He drew a breath to announce his impending departure, but— "Do you know how to fence?" His roommate's friendly expression made him sigh instead. "My weapon of choice is the sword. So, I suppose I am familiar with the basics." Wu Fei hesitated; though the prospect of finding somebody to train with so soon sent a thrill up his spine, the idea of sharing more than his living arrangements with Zechs had a friendship-like air to it – one he may not be willing nor ready to develop. He shifted his weight on his left foot, folding his arms around his chest, and scraped his throat before continuing. "I take it you are looking for a sparring partner. It is my understanding Yuy and Winner have some fencing experience. They may be of more use to you than I could be." |
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| Milliardo Peacecraft | Mon Nov 23, 2009 11:53 am Post #6 |
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For Safe Zechs, Always Use a Gundam.
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"I take it you are looking for a sparring partner. It is my understanding Yuy and Winner have some fencing experience. They may be of more use to you than I could be." Miliardo pondered that for a moment. He hadn't considered the other two at first, but then quickly disqualified them from the potential sparring partner list. It would be just his luck that Heero would stab him in the back when he wasn't looking, and the thought of doing anything physical against the Winner boy was just as bad as the thought of putting a puppy in a meat grinder. He shook his head slowly and swung his fancy feet as they dangled from the bunk. "No, I had not thought of them at first but I find you most suitable for a friendly match. Just think about it, maybe you would be interested in joining the fencing team? They also branch out to katana arts and saber fighting as well." And soon, he thought to himself, I will be the captain of all of the teams. It was a personal goal he had set. He did have an advantage. Who could focus on the match with such luxurious hair flapping around in the wind? He hopped down from his bunk and stretched his arms over his head, squaring his shoulders before rolling them a few times. He was showing off. He could never do this sort of thing in front of his female team mates without making them swoon, and he most certainly couldn't act casually around Treize without punishment... He sucked in a deep breath and dropped his arms to his sides. "I'm starved. Want to get some dinner? The dining hall should still be open." He had recalled seeing the hours printed on the door as he had passed. Edited by Milliardo Peacecraft, Mon Nov 23, 2009 11:54 am.
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| If I never had Treize for a friend I would never have had my own bad ass mobile suit, my OZ style bitch boots and balcony seats for Mozart's Magic Flute. | |
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| Zhang Wu Fei | Tue Nov 24, 2009 9:05 pm Post #7 |
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Gang Woo Pee. Totally Korean.
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"No, I had not thought of them at first but I find you most suitable for a friendly match. Just think about it, maybe you would be interested in joining the fencing team? They also branch out to katana arts and saber fighting as well." Wu Fei held his tongue till Zechs finished talking. Friendly match? Suitable? The man's total lack of inhibition concerning fraternisation with someone basically a stranger to him caused his eyes to narrow and mouth to twitch. Still, his spine and skin tingled again; perhaps one match wouldn't hurt, even if Wu Fei was loath to make himself look like a one-eyed albino bee wielding an oversized toothpick with a knob on the end. He nodded slowly, rapt in thought, only catching himself staring when Zechs stood before him stretching his perfectly chiselled body. It was all the top buttons of his designer shirt could do to not pop right off and reveal that godly chest in all its naked glory. Appropriately, the temperature on Wu Fei's cheeks rose a notch; he averted his eyes in a scowl. In his mind, a new house rule was born: Subdued, sexless behaviour only, within the confines of this dorm room. If you embarrass me again, I'm going to have to cause you an injury. Perhaps there was a point to hiding one's face behind a ridiculous sieve after all. "I'm starved. Want to get some dinner? The dining hall should still be open." Wu Fei glanced at his roommate, relieved to find he'd stopped stretching. "Ah. I… don't know. I should probably make my bed first." He uncrossed his now tense arms and waved his hand in front of his chest to show the envelope. "And I need to mail this." He paused, realizing he did feel a bit hungry. Perhaps that's why he'd been getting so cranky. "What sort of food do they serve here, anyway?" |
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| Milliardo Peacecraft | Wed Nov 25, 2009 7:43 am Post #8 |
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For Safe Zechs, Always Use a Gundam.
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"Ah. I… don't know. I should probably make my bed first. And I need to mail this." Milliardo raised a skeptical eye and looked over at Wu Fei's bed. It seemed okay to him. But what did HE know about bed making? And mail? What on the Earth Sphere was that? Oh, wait... he had heard of MAIL once when reading "The Sensitive Salary Man". It consisted of paper, and licking, and disgruntled workers who never got days off. "What sort of food do they serve here, anyway?" "I have no idea, but I am sure it is filled with teenage angst and melodramatics," he replied with a faint smile. He grabbed the letter from Wu Fei's hand fast as lightning and with two long strides was at the door to their room. "Your bed can wait." For me. "Let's get this letter mailed. I think I saw one of those..." he tried to remember what it was called, "those giant boxes for the disposal of letters." Trash can? Post Box? He flung the door open and peered down the hall. The coast was clear. Before the poor little Chinese boy could protest he grabbed him by his upper arm and dragged him out into the hallway and towards the dining room where they could have their own awesomely awesome dining hall thread of awesomeness. >> |
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| Zhang Wu Fei | Thu Nov 26, 2009 9:40 pm Post #9 |
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Gang Woo Pee. Totally Korean.
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Temporarily distracted by the need to quirk his eyebrow at Zechs' suggested ingredients for campus fodder, Wu Fei couldn't stop him from grabbing the envelope. "Eh, wha—," he started, reaching out in an attempt to get it back. Zechs, however, was already on the other side of the room. Wu Fei followed suit, his initial perplexity growing into irritation. "Wait, what are you doing? I told you—" "Your bed can wait. Let's get this letter mailed. I think I saw one of those... those giant boxes for the disposal of letters." Wu Fei tried to calm the welling urge to tackle his roommate, visualising his tight nerves as a heap of mikado sticks – an old trick Master O had long ago taught him to improve his concentration and find his centre. Zechs seemed to have other Maxwellian tendencies besides stealing items from people's hands: poking his head out the door like someone up to no good. "A letter-box." He sighed impatiently. "Listen, Zechs, I will 'dispose' of my—" …dignity and be dragged, kicking and screaming, to wherever you please? Apparently, yes. Who needs enemies? >> |
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