ROLEPLAY HQ - forced-by-fire

No one really tells you that it's kind of impossible to know what to grab when all hell let loose and your room burns to a friggin' crisp. You always read what to do, you always read that you just grab essentials before valuables but those two are intermixed in such a panicked state, and Santiago, known by simply Santi, managed to save a bag, his laptop, some clothes and... his goldfish, which had the most inconspicuous name, Goldie. So, by all accounts, he did well. Honestly, he was also weirdly desensitized and the only mourning he did do was to stand outside of his dorm complex to stare at his window and how slowly his room was swallowed by the flames within. After that? He was bummed, but mostly over it. To him, it was always a viral case of what is the point? What was the point of dwelling on something that you had no control over, right? It's odd, and often rendered him as an asshole or an emotionless motherfucker, but if he couldn't do anything about he it he didn't really find himself staying on the subject. One of the many reasons why his ex girlfriend, Rachel, had left him. Understandably, though. It's been a week since and finally did he receive news about his new dorm, and in this chaotic state of events, they never really put into account who was being put in with who, nor did they care. It was a problem, and they had to find the best, suitable way of compensating students before they got sued by some rich snob's family. With a sigh, he found himself setting into this room. He was reduced to nothing but a suitcase of new clothes from your nearest store, the only pair of shoes which he had on, and some other non-mentionworthy crap... It was especially a pain, because listen: the man did not have many hobbies. It's gaming, like every other dude on campus. Not like he could compete, either, he just played for the visual stimuli before his eyes begged him to stop two hours later. Fashion, which was his favorite - so it pained him to have lost almost everything to the fire! Nothing expensive, just... clothes, collected over time. You know? It's tough losing your favorite shirt or hoodie that you had for how many ever years. His other hobbies were just things he only tipped his toe in, like pottery, or finger-skating. Not that he'd ever admit to either of those, let alone the fact he's into fashion, to any of the guys he'd met on campus. No, wait; Rachel took that with her! ... Which was kinda a bigger bummer. The man was twenty-three, not fit, not thin, somewhere in between. The tiniest of bellies. His skin was brown and his last name came with an accent. He didn't, he sounded like any other guy from Cali. Five-foot-nine, side-fades, yadda-yadda. There he was, in his glory, faceplanted on the bed with his arms down his sides. Done with everything, done with everyone. Surely, nothing can make it all worse. @VaVaVicodin

Emily let out a sigh as she took the keys to her 'new dorm room' out of her pocket. She took only had one suitcase full of clothes, and thankfully she had her backpack which had her phone charger, laptop charger, school books, and her laptop and phone and wallet. Her back pack had been with her when the fire occurred, so she thankfully had all her shit with her. Well, all the shit that mattered. She had been having lunch with one of her classmates when she saw the newsfeed pop up on her phone. "Local college dorm erupts in flame." The headline read. Emily's eyes had widened and she and her classmate (who also lived in the door) ran to the dorm and watched it burn... Thankfully no one was harmed, no animals were harmed. Just material belongings, which was a huge pain in the ass, but it seemed like things would be replaced, or the school would give students a specific amount of money to replace certain items. Emily's new room was in a small hotel down the street from the college. It wasn't a luxury hotel, but it was nice enough to house all the students until the dorms were rebuilt. Everyone was assigned a room, and Emily didn't know who her roommate would be, but she figured it would be one of the girls. Boy, was she surprised when she walked into the room and saw a man laying face down on her bed. Emily's vibrant green eyes widened. She was dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans and a black crop top. Emily's raven black hair was up in a loose bun on top of her head, two swirly bits down that framed her face. She wore a pair of slip on sneakers, and her backpack, and suitcase in her hands. Emily let out a scream and hurled her backpack at the man in the bed. "Get the fuck out of my room!" She shouted. She had no idea who it was. She just knew they were in her room! And she wanted them out; NOW! @Bombie

He was at peace, he was so at peace. A hotel's nice bed, a room all for himself. The man was so fatigued, so tired that the moment he had faceplanted the bed, he couldn't even open his eyes again. "God, you're so soft..." he spoke with his cheek mushed against the duvet, hand swept back and forth along the silky, white cover. It of course didn't take long until he fell into this light sleep, where noises - if any - combined with his thoughts made for a weird fever dream he would never be able to put into words. It wasn't comprehensive, neither was the fact that a sudden, shriek voice behind him sounded. He heard it, then felt the weight of a bag on his back! That is when he realized it was real. THAT WASN'T NO DREAM! That was someone in his room, screaming at him. "Ow!_" he initially said, and just as he peeked over his shoulder to see the source of the impact, he noticed a woman yet he couldn't recognize her. The way her arm moved made him think that she would hurl yet another bag at him, which was justified, and quickly hid his entire stature behind a pillow, holding it towards her as if he was Captain America. As if this cotton-and-feather piece of fluff would protect him from her doom! "What the fuck, yo?!" @VaVaVicodin (edited)

The man jumped up, shielding himself with one of the pillows from the bed. He screamed out to her, clearly just as shocked as she was! "What the fuck, yourself! Get the fuck out of my room! Now!" She shouted, stomping into the room. She reached for the phone by the desk, raising it up. "W...Wait. Santiago?" She was honestly fucking shocked. What was he doing here?! She and Santiago hadn't spoken in several years. They had been best friends for years, but, Emily ruined their friendship. At least, that's what some others told her when she explained why she and Santiago weren't friends anymore. In short, she ruined their friendship because of his girlfriend. Rachel. Rachel was Santiago's most recent ex, and she wasn't worthy of him, but Santiago never saw that. He had just... valued her more. "What the hell is going on? Why are you in my room!" She said, frowning.

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@Bombie

"Your room? Your room?" he exclaimed, angered, confused, but most importantly: afraid. When she went for the phone, he went for his own - although he had no idea who to call, he didn't want to be left out. How come she picked up that phone, and he had nothing to do with his?! It's some sort of weird, silly fear of missing out--or something. "Wait, what?" he then heard his name, and suddenly even his once tense shoulders relaxed. He knew that voice was familiar, in the very back of his head - it clicked that he recognized that very pitch which had yelled at him those months ago. "What are YOU doing here?! It's my room! I even have the paper they made me sign! Do you have such a paper? No! I doubt it! I don't think so!" He clambered out of bed, nearly tripping as one foot got stuck on the blanket and he had to bounce on his other one. He was wearing jeans and a collared shirt, his watch on his wrist. "What the heck, man? Why are you here?" he stood far enough for it to be acceptable social distancing. Not that corona was a thing, but because he was afraid. @VaVaVicodin (edited)

Emily frowned as he claimed that he had a paper that he signed that proved that this was his room. "I have a paper that says this is my room. Show me your paper." She growled. She grabbed for her purse and wrenched it open. The contents of the purse jangled inside, but after some rifling around, Emily pulled out a piece of paper with the hotel's logo on it. The paper read, "Emily Vanderson- Room 440." With the signature of the hotel's general manager. "This was given to me by the front desk. All the students got them. You probably mixed your room up." She said, brushing some hair off her shoulder. "Just pack your stuff, and peace out. I won't say anything to anyone." @Bombie

"Well, I have a paper that says..." he stammered again. Nervous, anxious, afraid not by the fact he could have the wrong room, but because of her. Holy shit, it's like hell opened its gates and she crawled out of it. Why her, why here, why the fuck now? He couldn't find the paper in his pocket even after he patted it three times over, which didn't stop him from doing it the forth time. He went to his backpack, looked at her, raised his finger at her is if to have her become patient before he rummaged through and only then did he take out his uneven, badly folded piece of printed A4. It was the exact same, but to his name. "I guess we're at an impasse, Emily. It's definitely YOUR paper that is wrong considering I was here, so..." he sat back down, crossed his legs and his arms before uncrossing his legs awkwardly. "You shoo. I won't tell anyone." @VaVaVicodin (edited)

"Ugh. I'll fix this. God Almighty." She muttered, grabbing the phone and dialing the front desk's extension. "Hi. Yes. My name is Emily and I'm in room 440, and it seems your hotel double booked my room with-.....What? What do you mean there's no other rooms?! Are you- Hey! I am calm!! Don't you-" Emily sputtered in anger as she was hung up. She hung the phone up, scoffing. "She claims that the school booked the rooms, and there's none available. We're stuck." She flopped onto one of the chairs in the room, frowning. "....We have to share this room until the dorms are rebuilt." She muttered. Emily rubbed her forehead, feeling anger, cranky, and exhausted. "This can not be happening..." Why did it have to be Santiago of all people?! The one guy in this school that she couldn't be around. Not because she didn't want to be around him. But, because she knew he wouldn't want to be around her... Quietly, Emily asked, "Your girlfriend going to kick my ass because we have to share?" @Bombie