My Dorm room. (open)

[Shelton Posey]

Shelton unlocked the door and walked in, setting his Nightmare Before Christmas messenger bag to the side and looking around, his room was all white, he decided he would spend some time painting the walls and moving in some new furniture. "It's going to be a long day." He said aloud and started working. He took the old furniture out first and vacumed, dusted and covered the carpets, he would replace that in a little while. He then began painting, he knew what his paintjob was going to be, he had it planned, he layed down a base of black and put red stripes.

Afterwards he moved in his new furniture, all black and red, he loved those colours, and a few white objects here and there to add more colour. after moving in the furniture, he layed back on his bed and remembered the carpet, he spent about two to three hours laying down a velvet black carpet, he then moved all his personal belongings in, his posters, of movies, such as the crow, nightmare before christmas, bands like, slipknot, korn, dimmu borgir, Insane clown posse, twiztid, and the dark lotus.

He stored his box of "personals" under his bed, in this box was a few of his "toys" He had a collection of whipes, collars, leathers straps, and all the kinky items you could think of, but only for those who enjoyed it, he kept the with him at all times.

[Brock Peterson]

Brock had been walking innocently, and drowsily, from his room to go into the bathroom when he peeked into a room of a kid he didn't know. Black and red? This made Brock's room look a bit childish. His room was all a bright shade of orange with a ginormous poster of Napoleon Dynamite on the wall and a nightlight hidden under his bed. He was scared of the dark, ok? It was cute and it looked like a dragon, reminding him of home.

Brock also had a pull-out couch and a huge teddy-bear named Mr. Snuggles in his room, which is why he never left his door open. Dang. That room looked intimidating, while his looked like a play room. Why was he so afraid of the dark? Oh well. It wasn't his fault, and it would be better if the freaking room wasn't so scary. All of those shapes and... ugh. He'd rather not think of it.

Now that guy must've been like 17 or something, and Brock was 16 yet he was scared of the dark. It was horrifying, yet he was the only one who knew about it. Probably a good thing. Now the new kids room was all black and red and cool looking. Not fair. Brock took his attention from the room and brushed a stray lock of black hair from his face revealing his bright blue eyes that were quite big at this moment. He hoped the guy hadn't saw him gawking because if he did it wouldn't have that pretty an outcome. Brock was of a decent size, and had that extra strength, but he would be toast if someone like that[/b] got a hold of him. Eeep.

Brock walked quietly on down the hall and almost had reached his room when one of the seniors stopped and pushed him up against the wall. He was paralyzed with fear and wanted to scream, yet all he had on his face was that emotionless, blank look. The senior kept him pinned to the wall with one hand and started digging through his back pocket for something. It was when Brock saw the rubber ducky was when his face loosened and he almost peed his pants. A rubber ducky? That definitely wasn't his. Whoa.

The senior let him go and stalked off down the hall, while Brock lay on the floor laughing. His stomach and bladder were starting to hurt. A rubber ducky? Honestly, that was worse than a night light, wasn't it? Probably a sixth grader's.

[Shelton Posey]

Shelton stood there, his room was complete. He made sure that nothing was out of place, his 'personal' belongings hidden well, and his posters all on the wall. The next thing shelton heard was a thud, and he stood only momentarily. He bolted for the door and out into the hallway, where he saw a guy pinned against the wall with a look only a very small child might make his he was falling.

He went to walk forward and noticed the guy pinning the black haired kid to the wall digging through a pocket. If he pulled some sort of weapon out, shelton would be there in a moment, he despised violence, and would fight if for someone's safety and his own. Atlast the guy pulled out something, but it was no weapon.

He let the black haired kid go and started walking down the hall, leaving the black haired kid luaghing in the floor. When the guy passed shelton, shelton just glared, his green eyes almost giving off a glow of hatred. When the guy was out of the way shelton walked toward the kid in the floor and approached him smiling and holding out a hand to help him up. "Hey man, my names shelton, the new kid in the school." He said as a few strands of his jet black hair fell down into his face.

[Brock Peterson]

After his laughing fit was over and the urge to relive himself had dimmed a bit, and he looked up to see the kid standing there, smiling and holding out his hand. That was what he got for jumping to conclusions about others. Jeesh, Brock, don't do it again! Taking his hand he stood and released Shelton's hand, a huge and rare smile on his face. His icy blue eyes gleamed. Maybe a friend. Maybe an enemy. It was yet to be decided.

"I'm Brock. Nice 'ta meet 'cha, Shelton."[/b] This was way out of his comfort zone. Normal he was the quiet loner kid who sat in the back of the class and really put effort into his work, now he seemed like a crazy kid who was all hopped up on too many pop tarts. Remembering the whole 'Gotta pee' feeling, Brock looked down the hall and really wanted to run to the bathroom.

"Um.. I'll be back in a sec.... got something I got to do real quick..."[/b] After saying that Brock nodded to Shelton and took off running to the bathroom, relived his bladder, and headed back to Shelton. A new record. A minute and a half and he was from the bathroom and halfway to his room. There were closer facilities but he had decided not to go in and let the seniors beat/pick on him. Probably one of the smarter decisions of his life.

When he saw Shelton, he walked up to him and looked at him. "Ok, I'm back."[/b] After saying this he placed a hand on the back of his neck and gave him that emotionless stare he possessed. A small smile was still on his face and his pose looked a bit like Sora's from Kingdom Hearts.

[Shelton Posey]

Shelton helped the guy up, and smiled. Shelton was about to spesk when the kid said he need to do something, the kid ran off and returned a few moments later. "So you ok man?" Shelton said and smiled, showing a little bit of concern. "Oh, yea, and nice to meet you to." He said and smiled a little.

Shelton stood for a moment and moved his hair out of his face, his eyes no longer had the look of hatred, only a look of kindness. "So, whats up man, whats it like around here." He said and leaned against the wall, slumping to the floor. "I'm new here, but i already told you that." He said and looked at him smiling.

Shelton dug through his pocket and pulled out a small metal case with painted shamrocks all over the covering. He opened it and pulled out a cigerette and lighter and light one up, taking a deep puff. "Ah, you want one?" He said and smiled holding the metal case out. "You don't have to if you don't want."

[Brock Peterson]

"Yeah, I'm ok."-He paused for a minute to think of how to describe the academy-"It isn't that bad really. After school you can pretty mmuch do anything you want, as long as you don't cause trouble, but during school hours its pretty boring unless the teachers have something fun planned. But that is my opinion."[/b] The grin he had once beared had disappeared and now it was one of those normal expressionless looks.

As he was offered a cigarette he shook his head. Being a dragon he might already die of lung cancer, and smoking woud probably boost the chances. Maybe he was being a bit too negative. His cell phone started going nuts in his pocket so he pulled it out, a nice looking orange phone with a full keyboard, and saw that his sister was calling him. He pushed a button and it shut up, so he tucked it back in his pocket.

"Dang phone."[/b] Brock mumbled, as it went crazy again. He was just going to ignore the phone and maybe throw it down the hallway. So much for blocking callers. His dad might chew hhim out for ignoring her call later, but it was worth not talking to that annoying little brat. Looking up from his phone he looked at Shelton, a small smile on his face.

[Shelton Posey]

Shelton listened, he didn't much want to be here, not the least bit, but he was so hge would have to cope with everything and get used to it. "Yea, its kinda suckish, being in a private school, not to many people to worry about bothering me though." He said and stood up putting the cigerette out and looking around to make sure no teachers were near.

Shelton smiled slightly and nodded, of course he didn't want the cigerette, shelton didn't even want them, they didn't cause cancer in a vampire, but he much didn't like the addiciton part. No, it was the flavor he loved, nothing else about them made it any more pleasing. "So, got any friends?" He said and smiled, he wasn't exactly keen on talking but he was willing to make new friends.

[Brock Peterson]

Brock have friends? Well, if you considered back stabbing preppy art geeks as friends, then yes. He did have friends. "I have... a few. I'm not really a 'social' person."[/b] Stretching out, Brock stood to his full height and was still slightly smaller than Shelton. Oh, well. It was nice not being the shortest. He was of an average height. "I take it, since you are new here, you have few, if any friends?"[/b] Brock wasn't one to be nosy, but this question lingered in the air and wanted to ask the dumb thing before it really nagged at him.

Looking around innocently, Brock noticed the stupid senior come their way again. how he hated that guy. Chet Mason. Superstar Jock and his girlfriend was basically the envy of all the school. How he hated those people. Storming past Brock and Shelton, Chet made his way down the hill looking really ticked off. Maybe that stupid girl of his had FINALLY broken up with him. that would be absolutely perfect. Smiling, he looked at Shelton. "He looked mad. Serves 'im right for what he goes around doing. I feel sorry for the one he gets a hold of though."[/b]

[Shelton Posey]

Shelton nodded, friends, he needed some, and well this guy seemed pretty cool in his own way. Shelton hated followers, he stuck with the outcasts, the scrubs, the un-wanted people. "Well, i don't really have any yet, haven't talked with many people, just you and a few girls in the library." He said and watched the hall as the jerk that was messing brock earlier came around the corner. He just walked by with a look of anger on his face.

When he was out of ear shot shelton started talking again. "Well he's not exactly the nicest guy is he?" Shelton said and smiled. "And yea, he did looked a little pissed of, wonder what was up?" he said and listened to brock's next few words. "I hear about him hurting anybody, i'm going to have a little 'chat' with him." He said, adding a sarcastic tone to chat.

[Brock Peterson]

Brock's tastes in friends were just about horrible. Not any worse than some others though. "Well... I wouldn't say he is that mean, its just if you really get on his bad side that hes like that. Has a thirst for power... and I don't really think having a 'chat' with him would be that smart. Mr. Super-Jock is kind of tough to beat..."[/b] Brock's mind went back to a few years ago, when he had first met Chet.

He had been a pretty nice guy, until Brock had told on him for picking on a few girls outside. He wouldn't have called it 'picking on them', because it was more like sexual harrassment. He was a jerk and he knew it. After Chet found that Brock had told on him, he had taken him out and beat the iving shit out of him, and Brock was in the infirmary with a severly sprained ankle and a large cut on the side of his arm.

"Well... anyways, most of the other people are pretty nice... but only to your face. Behind you back they are no good freaking jerks who want to get you in trouble. Jerks. Not to be trusted."[/b] Looking around to see if Chet was anywhere around, Brock looked back to Shelton and gave him a weak grin. He wasn't really one to be smiley around people he didn't really know -or trust for that matter- but he managed to smile anyways.

[Shelton Posey]

Shelton only luaghed and shook his head. "This chet guy, he seems like a jock, but i know how to make a big man fall, he looked down at his hands and clenched it into a fist and listened as it popped. "So, how long you been attending here?" He said and looked down the hall, seeing if anyone was coming.

He smiled when he noticed none were and smiled. "Wanna come hang in my dorm?" He said and smiled looking back down the hall at his still open door, he had forgotten of the things in his room and wanted to keep them a secret from everyone, especially one like chet. "I won't hurt you like those assholes." He said and offered a kind hand.

[Brock Peterson]

Brock was pretty much out in La-la land, waiting for something to happen. Anything would be nice. Drifting off into his own little world, he only came back to earth when Shelton asked him if he would like to go to his dorm room, and said that he wouldn’t beat on him. Brock’s trust in Shelton wasn’t exactly high, but he did trust him enough to know that he wasn’t going to die.
Brock looked at Shelton a bit timidly before shrugging and answering his question by saying, “Sure.” he was slowly beginning to like Shelton, even if it was only bit by bit. He had a slight feeling that they may actually become good friends, which would probably be a good thing. Then he wouldn’t be alone. He said he wouldn’t beat on him, so what the heck. He let a small smile slip out and scanned the area once more. He was a bit paranoid because Chet was lurking around, but he would soon get over it. All he was, was a jerk. A big fat hairy ape of a jerk.

[Shelton Posey]

Shelton smiled and walked into his dorm and left the door open for brock. "Just leave it open." He said and lied back on his bed. "You can have a seat over there." He said and motioned toward a black recliner he dragged in earlier when he was done painting and laying down carpet. "That guy chet, i think i could take him, he may be tough, but i can take him." He said smiling and luaghing.

"So, what you like to do?" he said and looked at brock. "When i'm bored i play games, draw, sing, write, you know things like this." He said and smiled motioning toward a drawing of a skeleton on the wall. "Drew that about two years ago." He said and looked down at his boots before he pulled them off to make himself comfortable.

[Brock Peterson]

Brock's icy eyes looked around the room once more, this time he was in the middle of the place. He looked around once more and then sat. The chair was kind of squishy. Brock didn't like squishy. Squishy had never really appealed to him. moderately firm was fine. "Well, I could probably 'take him' too, but I don't really want to do that unless I absolutely have to."[/b] He may have looked small and fragile, but he was the opposite. he was always ready and had, well, cat-like reflexes. He was usually aware of his surroundings and did a good job of protecting his weaknesses. Now Chet, he was so insecure just being the slightest bit rude to him would make him boo-hoo like a baby. Such a sissy. Could throw punches but couldn't take them.

Kinda like Brock. In human form at least.

Being a dragon had it's pros and cons. One, you have astounding strength but only in dragon form- human form is limited. Two, you have better reflexes- like a kitty. Three, well three needed to be filled in.
Cons. One, you had a scale on the back of your neck that was extremely sensitive and could make you pass out with a slight jab. Two, in dragon form, you frightened people severely. Not a fun thing to do. "EEP! A STRANGE THING! WE GOTTA GET THE ARMY A.S.A.P.!" and other things. Then you have a threat to your life and have to fly away.

Looking at Shelton, who looked extremely comfortable, Brock gave off a hint of happiness. Finally, he may be able to trust someone. Which was a turn for the better in his life. Then he remembered the question Shelton had asked. Thankfully it had been only about half a minute. "Well, I like learning about Greek mythology, singing,"-He paused, and then added,-"even though I suck at it, puzzles, anything that involves running, listening to music, and I guess you could say dancing..."[/b] He looked at Shelton with a 'that's about it' expression and just continued looking around the room to study his surroundings.

[Shelton Posey]

Shelton looked over at brock, he was kinda wierd, he didn't say much unless asked a question, but he seemed a pretty nice dude and shelton liked him well enough to be a friend to him. "I don't like fighting, i only do it if needed, i would protect a person who was unwilling to fight, or in need of help." He said and luaghed. The last time he tried that, the guy he helped from basic death insulted him for getting involved. Shelton looked around his room, it was missing something... Music, thats what it needed. "What kind of music you listen to?" Shelton said and made his way to his stereo.

He started going through his CDs, he had about 100 different burned cds, filled with all kinds of music, and he had memorized the names, lyrics and artists of each song on every cd, including what number they were and which cd it was on. "You like rap, rock, metal, horrorcore, classical, classic rock, opera, anything you name i probably have it." He said and luaghed. He was a music addict and he loved his music.