::Regan:: Twinvasion (Samantha or Ellis)

[Regan and Cole Robins]

"Well," Regan said, pulling his suitcase into the room, "new home sweet home."

Excitement flowed through him. From the first moment he'd heard about this place he'd been itching to see his new home, and he was finally here. He could barely contain himself. He walked over to one of the unoccupied best and hauled his suitcase onto it, doing a slow turn to take it in.

It was perfect.

He'd been hoping his new roommates would be here, but no such luck. Oh well. He'd meet them soon enough.

He glanced at the door and noticed that his brother hadn't yet taken a step inside. "Cole? Come on. Come inside!"

Cole let out a sigh and carefully walked into the room. He looked afraid the place was going to cave in on him, Regan thought with a grimace. He walked over and took his hand. "Come on, Cole... at least try and be happy about this."

"I am happy," Cole replied unconvincingly.

"No you're not," Regan retorted.

"I am too! I just..." Cole sighed. "I dunno..."

He was still standing in the doorway with his suitcase. Regan sighed and went to collect his suitcase. "Look, I know what you're thinking--"

"No, don't," said Cole. "It's nice. I like it. I just miss Arianna, that's all."

Regan hauled Cole's suitcase onto the dresser. "Miss her?? She just dropped us off an hour ago!"

"I know..."

Regan bit his lip, walking back to Cole's side. He put his hands reassuringly on his brother's shoulders. "Look... I know how you feel. I'm scared too. But she isn't too far away, and this'll give us a chance to meet new people. People like us!"

"Freaks like us," Cole added with a slight grin.

"Exactly!" Regan chuckled. "You'll see. It'll be awesome."

"You really think so?"

"I know so."

After a moment, Cole nodded. Regan smiled. "Look, why don't you go take a walk and explore a bit? I'll get us unpacked and stuff. Okay?"

Cole nodded, looking relieved. "A-alright."

Regan clapped his shoulder and watched as he turned and left the room, hands stuffed in his pockets. He allowed himself another sigh. Selling Cole on this place had taken a bit of work, but Arianna sure thought it was for the best... Cole would come around. Eventually. He hoped.

He looked at the suitcases again. I could unpack, he thought, or I could be a lazy ass and flop on the bed.

He considered this for a moment.

I like option 2, he decided, and threw himself down onto the mattress with a contented sigh. He was here, he was ready, they were starting a whole new game. And life was good.

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OOC Notes:

[Ellis Vaccari]

Lately it seemed no matter where she went, Ellis had a run in with her overbearing roommate. This time she was simply walking back to the dorm with every intention of disappearing into her room and not conversing with anyone else. It was the usual thing - Ellis preferred her privacy, and Sam did not. 

She'd just run up to her, settling in to walk by her side and talk to her about... Something. Ellis chose to be rather oblivious to the way in which she spoke half the time, because in those times it was easier to be spoken at instead of to. But it was impossible to do so - every bit of information she offered was caught in her mind and turned about. No. She couldn't just listen to this any more.

And so, as she pressed her hand to the handle of their dorm, she looked back at the brunette following her.

"No." She said finally, articulating the word with precision as she opened the door. "You don't get to automatically assume we're friends. You mightn't have used the word friend, but you meant it."

Ellis took the first step into the room, noticing immediately that one of the vacant dorm room doors was opened. That was strange. She looked to Sam with mild confusion, knowing she used one of those as a strange storage space for whatever reason. Had she left it open before she left?

It didn't matter to Ellis. Not... Really. Not particularly. She took her keys out of her pocket and took steps towards her door instead.

[Samantha Vaccari]

For someone who never left her room (or so Sam thought), Ellis seemed to be...well, outside of her room a lot lately. Because of which, Sam had been running into the blonde more than usual. This time, she had been returning to her dorm, gym bag in tow as she had just come from there. Upon catching sight of that head of blonde hair, Sam grinned and actually ran to catch up with her roommate.

Hey buddy! It was all she said. It was all that was needed to be said to spark up a debate between the two.

Still, Sam loved this. Getting her roommate worked up over a word. “If I can't assume we're friends – even though I didn't say we were – you can't assume the meaning behind my word.” Sam pressed her lips into a hard line, trying to keep herself from laughing.

It wasn't until Sam caught the change in her roommate's expression did she look around the dorm, and immediately noticed the open dorm door. It wasn't the one she used to keep some of her things in, so she wouldn't have bothered with it. The brunette turned her gaze back to Ellis, and she didn't need to use her ability to see that she was just as confused as Sam was.

Unlike her buddy, it did matter to Sam. She stepped forward towards the dorm, but not before taking hold of Ellis's hand and pulling her along. “Hello?”

[Regan and Cole Robins]

Regan hadn't been flopped on the bed for five minutes before he heard the common room door open, the last remnants of the conversation floating into the empty space. "...used the word friend, but you meant it."

He was too excited at the prospect of meeting his new roommates that he barely even heard the reply. At first he jumped to his feet, ready to run out and greet them. Then he stopped himself, took a step backward toward his bed, and gently laid back again. No sense looking that desperate, he thought. No, he'd give them a few moments and then go out all cool and collected. Less like a badly-trained puppy. He propped himself up against his headboard, picking up his phone and fiddling around.

The conversation had died quickly. Maybe they'd noticed the open door. Or maybe they just sucked at talking to each other. From the sound of it they weren't overly fond of one another. That sucked, a little, but it didn't dampen Regan's enthusiasm one bit. He almost wished Cole had stayed behind after all, but dropped the thought. This way he could introduce them later.

He heard the one girl's voice again, much closer, calling hello. He grinned to himself and glanced up at the door. The girl stepped into view, an attractive brunette, dragging along, presumably, the other roommate, an attractive blonde. Well, shit, he thought. Didn't he just hit the jackpot. He silently thanked Arianna for signing them up for the co-ed dorms.

He gave them a wave, setting his phone down. "Hi. You guys must be our new roommates." As he took in their confused looks, he smiled sheepishly and added, "I guess it might have been nicer for them to tell you we were coming." He stood and walked the few steps older, holding out his hand. "My name's Regan."

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OOC Notes: When I made the original post, I hadn't looked at the layout of the dorm. Forgive any inconsistencies in my first post. ^^;;

[Ellis Vaccari]

"Assuming is relevant with you." Ellis pointed out, as neutrally as she was able to. But her usual stint with neutrality was increasingly difficult when it came to Sam. She could argue for hours about how she'd compiled enough of an understanding to know what this girl was likely thinking. Or about to do. But the latter would be a lie.

And assumptions. She was always assuming about her, but she'd yet to really be proven wrong.

Still, the blonde looked physically surprised when her hand was taken hold of and she was subsequently taken along for the ride that would be this investigation. She didn't stop the movement, because really, she couldn't. She was looking at her hand; the one that only recently had brushed hair out of her face. Pressed against her cheek in an oddly delicate way.

She visibly shook her head behind the Boston girl, glancing up at her brunette hair again. No.

Ellis stepped to the side - not even thinking to free her hand - as she glanced into the room. There was a boy. A boy with a little smile on his face. She watched the way he stepped forward and offered a hand. Hers was caught up in that of the Boston girl's, and she squeezed it on accident. Because she was grateful for it. Glancing from his hand to his face, Ellis raised her eyebrows; "There's only one of you." She stated factually. Because as it stood, evidence pending, it was a fact.

But her eyes quickly trailed into the room. An accumulation of belongings - likely too much for an individual.

Again, evidence pending.

[Samantha Vaccari]

“Thaaaat’s another assumption, babe.”

Had Sam been looking at Ellis, she would have caught sight of the surprise coloring the blonde’s features. She was, however, instead focused on the open door. Unlike her roommate, Sam thought of how she took hold of Ellis’s hand. It was a natural movement for the brunette, something she wanted to do, and thus did.

When she caught sight of the boy, Sam pressed her lips into a hard line, eyebrows furrowing. Why was he here? Why was all his stuff here? The brunette knew the answer, but why had nobody told them about it?

Like her blonde counterpart, Sam simply stared at the hand offered to her, but her attention was suddenly drawn to her hand. The way Ellis had squeezed it. Sam resisted the urge to look at her roommate, as if by doing so would be a visual cue that it stirred a reaction out of her. Still, she shifted her hand within the blonde’s, interlocking their fingers as she looked back up at the boy’s face.

Before she could speak, Ellis had, and she had given caused Sam to let out a light laugh. Of course that was what she first noticed. “I’m Sam,” said, her Boston accent clear as she extended her free hand, bypassing his and just lightly hitting his shoulder. She was never one for formal introductions. The Boston girl tilted her head to her left. “Ellis. Nice to meetcha.” She paused a moment, looking around the room, glancing at Ellis in the process. “There’s two of you?” she hadn’t known he had a twin, but simply referred to them having two new roommates instead of one.

[Regan and Cole Robins]

Regan awkwardly lowered his hand. What an odd pair. The one of them seemed perfectly out of touch with any kind of human interaction, and the other... he couldn't quite figure out the brunette. On the one hand, she'd opened up with a little more of a friendly manner, but on the other, she seemed just as perturbed and he didn't quite know what to make of it. One thing was for sure: they really hadn't been told to expect he or his brother.

He didn't know how he was going to introduce these girls to his brother. From what he could tell, they'd eat him alive.

He let none of these thoughts show and simply nodded. "Yeah, there's two of us - see? He's right over there." He made a sweeping gesture toward the empty room, letting a moment pass by. Then he grinned and dropped his hand. "Nah, I'm just fooling. My brother went for a walk. He should be back soon. I was actually kind of surprised they gave us just the one room - I mean, I guess that's what they did, since that other room's all full of stuff. Oh hey!" he added with a wave, "speak of the devil!"

He couldn't help but grin to himself as Cole, who had just walked back into the common area and now stood some distance behind his new roommates, instantly turned beet-red and looked away. This, he decided, would be an interesting introduction.

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OOC Notes: Hope you don't mind me bringing Cole back in on the action. Still telling from Regan's POV.

[Ellis Vaccari]

"Don't-" Ellis started, intent on asking her roommate not to call her that. But she lost the words. She just wasn't sure why she lost them.

The shift in the Boston girl's hand wasn't lost on Ellis either. The way she intertwined her fingers seemingly out of impulse. It wasn't as if she'd honestly seen it coming. Then again, such was the way with this girl, wasn't it? Always guessing. Always assuming. She moved in tandem, making the transition as seamless as she could. Letting go of her hand seemed improbable now. She didn't even glance back at her when her name was mentioned. Right. Names. She probably should have started with that.

"That room-" Ellis started, but she looked over at Sam. Really, it was her fault it wasn't empty. And she could explain herself accordingly.

Turning on a heel, the blonde glanced back at the other boy, noting the colour in his cheeks. She raised her eyebrows at the fact. Really, if anyone had the capacity to blush in this situation, it was herself. She had her hand entangled with the brunette's. The girl who blatantly kissed her and never spoke about it again. She deserved to wield the embarrassing connotations on her face. But she wouldn't. She rarely ever did.


"Ellis." She greeted, glancing to the girl who held her hand so perfectly, "Sam."

Looking back, she denoted that they were twins. Because that was an obvious concept. "We live here, too."

[Samantha Vaccari]

Her eyes followed where he gestured, raising an eyebrow at the empty space before they fell back on the boy. She laughed lightly at his attempt at a joke; it wasn't her brand of humor, but the brunette still grinned at him.

The movement had been out of impulse when Ellis had squeezed her hand. It hadn't registered in her mind that she had done anything out of the ordinary, especially when the blonde fluidly moved her hand in response. It felt normal. Natural.

“Right.” Sam glanced at the door to the second spare room. There were various items stored in there; anything from comics to motorcycle helmets. It had become something of a second closet for the Boston girl. “I'll figure out a place to put that stuff.” Logically, it'd go in her own room, but she put it out of the way in a separate room for a reason; Sam liked having the extra space. There wasn't much, but there was enough for it to be a pain to deal with.

As Ellis turned, Sam followed suit, her dark eyes falling at the boy who walked in. “Huh.” Twins. As she focused on the boy, she watched as his cheeks reddened. How his eyes diverted from them immediately. Her grin grew, more so when Ellis introduced her. “'Sup?” she paused a second before turning her gaze to Ellis with amusement. “Twins.” she raised her eyebrows playfully. "Too bad they don't have racks."

[Regan and Cole Robins]

Regan had to stifle a laugh as Cole's face somehow grew even redder. Part of him, meanwhile, was putting the pieces together. Lesbians - or bisexuals, or... something - and it looked like they were some kind of together, but the blonde girl, Ellis... she didn't seem all that into it. At least, not as much as the other one did. Sam. Interesting. Potentially very interesting.

"I'm Regan," he said by way of introduction, "and this is my brother Cole. We just got here, like, an hour ago. And," he said with a dramatic sigh, "I'm so very, very sorry that we don't have tits. But y'know," he added with a grin, putting his hands under his pecs and pushing them upward, "maybe you could learn to like 'em. No?"

He could see Cole put his face in his hands at this display, and this time couldn't hold back a chuckle. "You'll have to forgive Cole, by the way... he's a little shy."

As if Regan's comment left him determined to prove him wrong, Cole lifted his head and cleared his throat. "Um... about the stuff? You, um... you can leave it there... for now... we were planning on sharing a room anyway... just, uh, as long as we can pull the bed in here... that's all."

Regan smiled inwardly. He couldn't help it; he felt just a little bit proud.

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OOC Notes: Heh. Tits.

[Ellis Vaccari]

Ellis was, in a word, calculative. She was a thinker. Almost every act required the sometimes small moment of thought. It was something she adhered to, but it didn't make her appear any less invested in a moment.

She simply watched the exchange between Sam and Regan. She wasn't sure she even had a thought to offer for the Boston girl's complaint. But as they joked, it became increasingly clear that they were going to get along. Which was fine. It wouldn't surprise Ellis to know they found her more interesting - she'd likely agree without a second thought.

Glancing down at the hand she held, Ellis allowed her grip to loosen. Clearly, she had the plan to leave.

"I'm glad I met you both." She offered, because it was true. Now she knew she wasn't alone with the brunette in this dorm any more. Her free hand found her keys again, and she shifted through them to find the one to her dorm.

[Samantha Vaccari]

“Regan,” Sam pointed to him with her free hand, “Cole.” She pointed to the other. Quickly, she glanced back and forth between the two, focusing on them in search of any physical differences she could pick up with her ability. However, she hadn’t missed the way Regan grabbed his own chest, and Sam chuckled at him. “I don’t know about that, brother. We’ll see.” She shot the boy a grin.

“Nah, it’s all good. I’ll get it out of there.” It really didn’t bother the Boston girl, and she couldn’t help but to let out a laugh at the fact that the twins were planning to share a room. The idea of someone wanting to share a room with someone else was beyond the brunette.

She felt Ellis loosen her grip, and her attention immediately turned to the blonde, catching sight as to how she held onto her keys. She raised her eyebrows, not letting go of her counterpart’s hand. “Going?” she gave the blonde’s hand a quick tug, pulling her in as she leaned forward. She brought a hand gently to Ellis’s cheek and kissed her. As she pulled away, Sam finally let go of the blonde’s hand, grinning at her. “Alright, fine. Leave me to handle these two.”

As if nothing happened, Sam turned back to the twins. “Alright. We have some rules to go over, boys.”

[Regan and Cole Robins]

Cole slipped past Sam at those words, staying close to Regan, who patted his shoulder. "Go on inside. I'll fill you in." Cole did, looking grateful, and Regan shut the door and looked back toward Sam. Ellis seemed a little on the quiet side, so he took the opportunity to actually look at Sam and take in who he was dealing with.

He wouldn't have called her plain, but he wouldn't have called her dazzling, either. She was well put together. Reasonably attractive - and likely off the market, he reminded himself - and with some of the same in-your-face confidence that Regan had, but maybe not quite to the same level. He'd taken a liking to her almost right away. At that last bit about rules, though, something about the way she said it made him check the impression a little.

So, as the door closed, he raised an eyebrow at her. "Is that so? Sorry my brother stepped away, he just knows I'm better with this kind of thing than he is. But don't worry about it... I'll be sure to bring him up to speed on what we figure out." The emphasis on the we was intentional. New or not, he wasn't about to have things dictated to him like a servant. No, there would be rules, all right, but if the twins were going to share the space, damned if he wasn't going to have some kind of say in them.

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OOC Notes: I'm keenly intrigued to see where this is going.

[Ellis Vaccari]

Just as she tried to leave, Ellis realised she really couldn't. She had no way of freeing her hand, so she didn't step away. Instead, she glanced down at the keys in her hand, her thumb gliding across the smooth surface. "Yes." She replied, because really, none of them were paying direct attention to her and she didn't mind the fact.

That was, anyway, until the Boston girl decided it was the perfect time to make good on her own request. This time however, there wasn't an ounce of response from the blonde. She didn't know what to do, nor had she the capacity to expect a kiss to be given to her. So she felt tension, and then she felt herself released.

And subsequently dismissed.

At that point, Regan and his disappeared brother Cole didn't exist to Ellis. The heavily tattooed meta stared at Sam as she directed her attention elsewhere. Something about rules, which made her want to laugh given the girl's inability to follow any herself.

"There aren't excess rules." Ellis pointed out, glancing at Regan very briefly. After another moment or so, she felt her expression neutralise. And she turned away to walk towards her door. "Sam's just... Being-" She physically paused in her steps as she broke her sentence off. Even she couldn't find accurate words to describe the girl in front of her.

[Samantha Vaccari]

“Oh, but there are, sweet love.” Sam glanced over at Ellis, grinning at her blonde roommate. “I just let things slide with you.” She raised her eyebrows suggestively at her girl before again turning to Regan, crossing her arms over her chest with a grin playing about her lips. “Your brother’s fine. It looks like he’s never seen a chick before in his life, so it’s probably good he went and calmed down a bit before we laid on all this.” Sam glanced at the door, however. The boy really was shy.

“Rule one,” Sam motioned towards Ellis with the tilt of her head. “Mine.” Her tone was as serious as she could possibly make it in this situation, but her expression gave away her amusement of it all. “Two; We’re trying to conserve water, so we shower in pairs. You’re a cutie, but I shower with Ellis, so that means you guys—“ she gestured to Regan and the closed door, “—gotta do it together. Seeing as you two were keen on sharing a room, I’m sure you wouldn’t mind sharing a shower, either. Right?”

Sam winked at the twin, doing her best not to laugh. “Rule three; the color turquoise is banned from the dorm.” She paused a moment. “And so is the word. The only exception is when we state the rule.”

The Boston girl brought her hand up, running it through her hair as she waited another moment before her grin grew. “And finally, four; clothes are absolutely mandatory in this dorm at all times unless you are female and have dyed your hair blonde.” She purposely directed the end of her sentence in Ellis’s direction. “If you have any questions, concerns, or comments on any of the rules we have a comment box located there.” The brunette pointed towards a small trashcan before letting out another laugh.

Lightly, she punched the boy on the arm. “You’ll like it here, I promise.”