The Mystery of the Missing Milk

[Atticus Renshaw]

"You are...
my fire
The one...
desire."

Move-in day was upon him. A new dorm, a new life. At least, that was Atti's goal in the new semester--to redeem himself from the last semester. He'd been a horror and he knew it. Thankfully, nobody else did, the exception being a few of the school faculty. His boxes were already in his new room, and it was only ten in the morning. So far, so good. Singing along with the radio in his dorm kept him at it, albeit under his breath for the majority of the morning. Now, he seemed to moderate his volume a little less adequately, as he nestled folded laundry into his dresser. This was despite the fact that his room door was left wide open to the shared kitchenette that his unmet roommates happened to have access to. Right here and right now, Atticus was the happiest young man alive.

"Yes I know it's too late,
But I want it tha----at way"

He was plain out belting the lyrics now. It was a miracle that the whole campus couldn't hear him by now. Boy bands had always been Atti's weak spot. He couldn't help but sing along, straight from his heart. Backstreet Boys. NSYNC. One Direction. You name it, he probably has all of the CD's. Speaking of, he slipped each individual CD case into alphabetical order in a cubby on his desk, before swiping the half-gallon of milk once he'd finished the task. He'd snagged the two half-gallons from the shared kitchenette refrigerator while he'd been moving boxes up to his dorm, and had been nursing straight from the jug since. He'd long since polished off the first jug. While disregard for others' property generally was not a concern for Atticus, any milk in his general vacinity without a name on it (and sometimes with a name on it) would mysteriously disappear. And now, he broke into the chorus, singing into the half empty second jug of milk.

"Tell me why
Ain't nothin' but a heartache
Tell me why
Ain't nothin' but a mistake
Tell me why
I never wanna hear you say
I want it that way --
Take it, Kevin!"

As the musical genius of Kevin Richardson continued to sing in the background, Atticus upturned the remainder of the half-gallon to chug it down, in one fell swoop.

[Casper & Jasper Emory]

Ten in the morning. A time that was not at all early for the brothers who often got up a lot earlier then that. They were already out and about long before that time, getting their new classes that would end up having this year, figuring out where said classes were, and also getting a little snack on the way. They were hungry, something that was a side effect of their ability that caused them to often feel hungry and need at least a snack every so often. "What are you feeling at this hour?" Casper asked his brother as they headed back to their dorm room. They had already met Jaiden, but they had yet to actually meet their new roommate. They knew they had finally gotten the forth roommate but had yet to meet him. They were already wondering what this other guy was like since he had picked to room with fellow guys unlike going Co-Ed which seemed to be the masses choice when it came to rooming assignment.

"Hmm...cereal. We didn't eat any for breakfast and we did just get a box of frosted flakes." Jasper responded back and the brother took a moment to sigh happily just thinking about eating some frosted flakes. they actually never had them before until they had them in the school cafeteria and now they were in love with them. They even made the trip down into the town just so they could get a box to eat back at the dorm instead of going to the cafeteria for some. Getting near their room they could hear music, and was that someone singing? The brother looked at one another moment, wondering if they were about to walk into their room to find some kind of party. They hoped not, they just wanted to get some food before they would start to feel sick or cranky. They looked to the door, the music being pretty clear through the room and they expected if the volume was kept at that level they would end up getting a noise complaint.

The brother then turned to face one another then did a quick rock, paper, scissors match. Tying three times in a row before Casper won with rock and Jasper had to be the one to go into the room first. Opening the door and peeking in, he was pleased there were not a billion people in the room so walked into the room with his brother right behind him. They could see right into their new roommate’s room since his door was open, and was he was drinking milk right out of the jug? Well the brother were not going to judge the latter part but just the drinking milk in his room by itself was odd. Unless he had cookies somewhere. "Wait a sec. That’s our milk!" Jasper yelled as he pointed, knowing it was their milk jug because of the color of the cap. Jasper was already lunging after their new roommate and apparent milk drinker but Casper grabbed a hold of him and held him back. "Easy brother." Casper said to his brother in a calming voice but Jasper was pissed. They were going to have that with their frosted flakes. Frosted flakes!

[Atticus Renshaw]

Atticus did not seem to hear the door to the dorm open as he polished off his sweet dairy delicacy. Not over the Backstreet Boys, anyways. Back turned to his door, he did not see as the two pale brothers approached. Although he certainly heard the exclamation, "Wait a sec. That’s our milk!", as he was discovered. Atticus whipped around at the shout of dismay, then stumbled back into his desk as the pale boy lunged forward into the room. His belongings on the desk were jostled, a pile of game and CD cases falling over onto the floor. There was only a brief moment where Atti was startled, and mostly it seemed that he was concerned over the half of his collection of Sims games that had toppled to the floor.

"Who-ho-ho! Twins!" Was the first thought that came to mind, and Atticus said it out loud. He did not seem at all off-put by the rampaging boy only a few steps away from him. Although he was quick to set the empty milk jug on his desk dodge over to his bed, where he hastily threw on a heavy grey hoodie. The behavior was markedly odd, considering that at ten in the morning, the summer heat was already starting to soak in. In the background, the radio skittered for a moment before the track changed to another Backstreet song. There at his bed, Atticus Renshaw sat, smiling his chipper smile, "I'll assume you're my new room mates and offer a humble 'nice to meet you'! Two percent isn't my favorite, but I'll admit you have good taste in dairy. Was that organic?"

[Casper & Jasper Emory]

The milk thief dodged out of Jasper's way and then Casper was on him and preventing him from going on a full out rampage. He stole, from them! You don't steal from people where there are two of them that you will have to deal with after. Especially with their power, they were like built to catch people no matter what; unless they had super speed. It was in that moment that Jasper thought about him and his brother being cops. Matching uniforms, handcuffs, and they could even be partners. That way if someone ever hurt one of them, then the other sibling would deal with them and it would be like said person was being hunted. Perfect for their whole nickname of being the Ghost Boys. The sibling’s eyes did look around the room for a moment, seeing the Sims games on the floor and were thinking that this kid might be a gamer like them. That still did not fully make up for his whole milk stealing ways, at least not in Jasper book.

"Yes, twins. Twins who you stole milk from." Jasper said bitterly as he pointed at the boy, watching him closely as he moved to his bed and put a hoodie on. Casper gave his brother a look and Jasper took a deep breath as he rolled his shoulders, settling down for now. The other boy started talking then, not even giving his name but at least he said it was nice to meet them and complimented their milk. Milk. Right, Jasper was mad again and started to crack his knuckles. "I'm Casper and this is Jasper. Hello to you..." Casper said dropping off as he gestured at the boy since he didn't know his name and wanted Atticus to fill in the blank so they would know. As for the milk subject, Jasper was not letting that go still. "It's normal two percent milk that goes great with Frosted Flakes that we can now not have because you drank all of our milk like some baby cow." Jasper said, still bitterness in his voice as he crossed his arm over his chest and glared at the boy.

[Atticus Renshaw]

Atticus still showed little to no remorse for his actions, and it did not seem very likely that he would. The milk was gone and the boy was on an irreversible milk-high. Hoodie on, Atticus jumped up from his bed and began collecting the games that had toppled to the floor. He was in no way sour that they had fallen, even though he had just finished alphabetizing them neatly on his desk. He resumed the process as if nothing had ever happened, sans the milk and singing this time. Part of his attention was on organizing his cases again. Half Life before Mass Effect. before Sims before Spore... The other part of his mind was on the milk he'd just polished off, and how the second jug had seemed considerably sweeter than the first. A small third of his attention was on the two boys that had invaded his room. It took him a few minutes of awkward silence and shifting attention to remember that he had guests and ought to acknowledge them.

"I can appreciate the parent who rhymes their kids' names," Atticus remarked, setting each case on the desk in a meticulous fashion. He glanced over at the twins, and took no note of Jasper's fuming, "I'm Atticus Renshaw. You can call me Atti, or A.J., or whatever you'd like, really," he turned towards them, the flow of words never ceasing, "Is that makeup, by the way?" The question was non-judgmental, but certainly curious. At the time being, Atti's mind seemed to be in a million places. Moving made him a little crazy like that. Being milk-free also did that.

[Casper & Jasper Emory]

It didn't even look like the guy was sorry for drinking their milk, for killing their chances of having Frosted Flakes. For drinking their money that they already had little of since they had not been sent the money they had saved up working at the circus. They pretty much had to rely on the school for almost everything that they did not already have from their earlier spending from the money they did make while in the circus. Just knowing that this boy didn't seem sorry and didn't even say the words just kept the anger within Jasper. Going to toss cold water on him when he is sleeping for sure. Jasper was already starting to plan all sorts of evil pranks to get back at this milk guzzling boy. Casper was a little upset at the milk, but he was more distracted with the video games that their roommate had and was now putting away. Staying silent for the moment and just watching and keeping his brother from attacking the boy by grabbing a hold of one of his belt loops on his pants.

The siblings blinked when their new roommate pointed out that he appreciated parents who name their kids with a rhyme to them. Casper and Jasper did indeed rhyme and went very well together in terms of spelling, only having a one letter difference. If only this boy; Atticus as he introduced himself, knew what their middle names were. Then he probably really thinks that their names were really cool, just like the brother's thought. "It was just our mom. She named us." Casper pointed out since all there ever was in their memories was their mother. Even then she was not in their lives very long; she was still all they knew. They had options on what to call the other boy and Jasper already had a perfect nickname for Atti. "I'm going to call you Milks." Jasper said with a nod, to which his brother was shaking his head no. "That sound...weird, think of something better." Casper told his brother who thought for a moment. "Milk Thief? Guzzler? Atti Milk? Gallon Boy?" Jasper started to toss out the other nicknames he thought of for what to call the other boy. Letting his brother thing on them for a moment.

The makeup question broke the whole train of thought on what to call Atti and had the brothers glancing at one another. "It is. A little bit of eye liner and some powder to add to our paleness a little." Casper explained, already smiling a little because the brother loved to talk about makeup but not as much as they liked to talk about tricks. "You should see us when we go all out. We are not even wearing too much right now." Jasper pointed out as he batted his eyes and was smiling to. "Do you like makeup?" The brother were then asking together and they were already thinking about putting some eye liner (ahem) guy liner on the other boy and maybe a little bit of some foundation to make his skin stand out some more in the light.

[Atticus Renshaw]

Once his desk was reorganized, the twins seemed to gain Atti's full attention once more. He sat down on his computer chair, leaning back in a leisurely fashion. There, he listened to the boys banter back and forth about a possible nickname. This appeared to thrill him, and he burst into a wide grin and a soft laughter. "Milk Thief? Guzzler? Atti Milk? Gallon Boy?" He could not attribute Casper many points for creativity. Or, was that Jasper? He'd already mixed them up due to their identical appearance.

"My little sister calls me Atticus Jeremilk, since my middle name is Jeremy," he offered up to the conversation. He picked idly at the sleeves of his hoodie, and tugged on the collar every now and then. He was hot, evidently, which wasn't much of a surprise given his attire and the current season. Although he piped up quickly when the topic of makeup was struck. He was intrigued by the twins' openness about wearing it. Most men would be abashed to wear makeup, although it had been something that Atticus had considered quite frequently in the past year. He, too, was shy to admit such, considering the reasons behind his considerations.

When he was asked if he liked makeup, the chipper teenager's happy ruse wavered just slightly. He seemed uncertain of how to respond, "Well... I've never worn any, you know," he lied, blatantly. He'd tried it on himself before, with his pre-teen sister's help, and he'd run off crying as soon as he'd seen himself in the mirror. How embarrassing, "But you two look good in it," he spat out. Oh God, that probably sounded bad, "I mean, not good. Well, good, but..." was he really stumbling this badly over his words? It was a rare moment when Atticus got flustered these days, and he wasn't sure what was contributing more--the embarrassment of wanting to wear makeup not on his face, but his arms, or the fact that he'd just decided to look over the twins in detail and found that they were quite attractive. "Did you want to sit?" He managed to regain his composure with his concluding sentence, gesturing towards the bed with an awkward, toothy smile.

[Casper & Jasper Emory]

The brothers were still working through for a nickname to give their milk thief roommate and did both seem to agree on something involving milk at the very least. A guy that loved milk that much should at least have some part of his name saying milk in it. Just calling him milk however sounded weird so they were working through something that would fit for what they desired but something they could say really fast if they were angry at him and wanted to yell out his name. The siblings looked to Atti when he spoke up about the nickname his sister gave him. That was pretty good but it was a nickname that his sister had given him and they wanted to be original with their whole naming of their toys. Thus the brothers shook their head no to the suggestion and thought a little but longer on what to call Atti.

"Gallon Boy or Atti Milk is what we are going to go with for now." Casper said with his brother nodding, they could think more on it later and make a full decision on the matter later still. It was not like they planned on going anywhere any time soon and since they had just come into their power a few weeks ago and were only sixteen years old they were going to be at BA for a few more years at least. The twins of course were very open about makeup having worn it since they were little. In the circus you had to put on makeup, had to look good for the audience and the cameras no matter if you were a male or female. Even now that they were at of the circus they still had a habit of putting makeup on and if they were ever to go all out on a performance then they certainly would go all out and put some face paint as well. The brother exchanged glances at one another and then studies Atti as he said that he never actually worn any.

The brothers then smirking at the complement that quickly Atti seemed to try and make it seem like he was taking on a 'no homo' there. The siblings just keeping smirk on their face and looked at one another for a moment and gave a nod. They didn't need the power to communicate with one another since they thought along the same line from time to time. "No, but you can stay seated. Go get the kit brother." Casper said as he rubbed his hands together and a colored piece of cloth appeared. Casper going to pull on it and revealing another piece of cloth to be tied to it, and another after that and so on and so forth until Casper pulled all of his colorful makeshift rope out from his sleeve. Jasper having already scampered off to one of their rooms to grab one of their makeup kits and coming back into the room to help Casper tie up Atti. "Now, hold still and let us make you look 'good'." The brother's said together, even going as far as to use their power to try and keep Atti in his chair and going to wrap the colored cloth around him to tie him to the chair so he would not get away.

[Atticus Renshaw]

Atticus did not at in any way seem bothered by his newly acquired nickname, but rather, quite proud. Milk was his passion. There was no brand of dairy that yet to cross his lips--from the United States, anyways. Gallon Boy or Atti Milk seemed quite suitable to him.  Although he did appear confused when the boys denied his request to take a seat. And here he thought he was making a good impression on his roommates!

But the request from Casper... Jasper?... it made him tilt his head. Kit? He wondered, then almost jumped up from the chair in a start as the other twin began pulling the knotted fabric rope from nowhere. There was a part of him that was fascinated by the trick. Physically, he seemed to shrink into his hoodie, the hood bunching around his face as he sank back in the chair with futile resistance. "You really don't have to," he insisted as he watched the other brother return into the room, "Really, you don't--ow!" Atticus was held into the chair with a surprising amount of force. Sure, he was a pretty small guy, but the twins couldn't have been that much bigger than him. His next immediate thought was that it had to be their ability. In a place like this, it had to be a constant consideration that every student here was a mutant. It had taken Atticus a few months to get used to that sort of mindset. And thus, he could guess that the twins had some sort of.... super-strength.

"Are the ties necessary?," he rambled on as he he was tied up, offering up less and less resistance, as it seemed to be quite useless against two individuals. Despite the fact that Atticus was a little flustered, he had to appreciate a close up view of us captors. It was partially the reason he kept the resistance to a minimum, but also because he had no idea what sort of people he was dealing with. Injury was more likely in an environment like this, with so many unique types of people surrounding him.  Still, he clung fiercely to the too-large hoodie that he wore, that partially obscured his face.

[Casper & Jasper Emory]

The brothers were both looking forward to getting Atti in a position where they would have all the control over him. There was something about taking control away from people that made the brothers feel powerful. Plus, people were their toys after all and if they wanted to play makeup and dress up with one of their toys then that was just what they were going to do. They were confident they could handle Gallon Boy, even if they didn't know what his power was. They already noted to themselves to ask him what his power was but for now they were more focused on getting him tied down and getting some makeup on him. "We know. We really don't have to do a lot of things. Brother why do people say that?" Jasper asked his sibling as he laid the makeup kit on the floor. It was a small black box with a lock on it that Jasper unlocked and opened it up, revealing the various makeups that was in it.

"I think its peoples way of being polite or getting out of something in a polite way. Yet you would figure if someone was doing something that they wanted to do it." Casper responded back to his brother as he tied Gallon Boy up with the multi-colored cloths tired together that he had pulled from his sleeve. Ah, magi. It was so useful in so many ways that the brothers didn't understand why anyone would not ever like or appreciate it. The brothers didn't pay any mind to Atti's 'ow' feeling that they did not hurt him in a significant way and even if they had they would make sure to fix him up after, or at least try to. "You might run Gallon Boy. Plus I say a little bit of brutality is necessary for someone who drank our milk. Just think, we could instead be holding you by your underwear outside of your window." Jasper said as he grabbed the eyeliner and a lip gloss that he felt would really bring out Atti's eyes and make his lips look appealing.

"Now brother, you can't say that last part out loud. You will give all of our ideas away." Casper said to his brother and once he was sure Attie was tired to the chair nice and tight he moved to pull Atti's hoodie down so they could get to the boy’s face without anything in the way. Jasper already moving over with the lip gloss first and going to grab a hold of Atti's chin to keep his head still. "Are you blushing Gallon Boy?" Jasper asked with a smirk as he moved really and unnecessary close to Atty and going to put the gloss on the other boy’s lips. "What is your power by the way?" Casper asked while his started to sharpen the eyeliner.