Awkward Silence

==> Allan.

Allan quietly made his way through the crowd of students in the hallways and the lounge when he tried to find his dorm room. He had been told he was placed in a two-person room and as much as he was not looking forward to the idea, he didn't want to make a fuss about it either. It wasn't that he didn't want company; it was more like, he was a really private person and he would rather feel comfortable in the room where he would be staying for the rest of his days in Starlight.

But he was not having any of that, much to his dismay. Finally finding the door he had been looking for, Allan set his bags down next to the door and then knocked softly, loud enough to be heard in the room. There was no answer. Rattling the doorknob, he realized it was indeed locked. He knocked one more time, this time a bit louder. "H-hello...?" he called out. No answer again.

By the third time Allan knocked, he came to the conclusion no one was there. They boy sighed as he took out the keys he had placed in his pocket. The lock clicked as he turned the key; soundlessly, Allan slipped into the room with his things.

Allan went straight to the bed that was on the right thoughtlessly and settled his bags on the floor closest the bed. Only after then did he allow himself to scan the room. It was bare and sure enough, no one actually stayed there at all. Allan wondered if he got the wrong room after all. There were two beds though; meaning the room was meant for two.

Allan almost didn't notice another set of bags that were at the foot of the other bed. It was then he realized he did have a roommate. Part of the other's things were already set though but he would say his roommate would have only been here a few days earlier than he.

The clairvoyant wondered what his roommate was like.....

Allan was rummaging through his things, mentally planning out where to place his things on the end table next to his bed and how to organize his things. He figured was going to need to cover most his side of the room's floor and wall for a multitude of reasons. He really wished he had a solo room because it was going to be difficult with the canvasses that would soon fill the room.

He heard a knock on his door and immediately turned to, right in time to catch a glimpse of the newcomer. Allan assumed it was his roommate when the boy, who looked to be a few years younger than him, went straight to the bed on the opposite side. He wasn't going to pay him much attention for now while until he finished planning out but then he noticed at the corner of his eye that the other student was writing something on a board.

The other student turned the board to face Allan and gave him a small smile before handing him the board he had been writing on a few moments earlier. Returning the warm smile, Allan said, "It's nice to meet you too, Corbin! You can call me, Allan." He wondered why his roommate had to use a whiteboard to talk. Was he mute..?He was used to people speaking in sign language if they were mute...

Allan was never one who declined when offered something so when Corbin had offered him sweets, he smiled and took a bit from out of the pack. "Ah, thank you." he said, handing back the board. "Are you also new here? Or did you just move rooms...?" he asked curiously.

When Corbin made his reply, Allan's mouth made an "O" shape to show he had understood him. He could probably guess the younger student had been renting an apartment before moving it. It would have definitely cost him less. Though personal space and privacy was a perk of not being in a dorm.

The other student then asked him again of how he was doing by now, to which he responded: "It's been pretty alright, I think? I met another student or two while I was arranging my admission and stuff. Ah.. my parents didn't have the time to help out so I'm doing things on my own." he said. Allan had been engrossed in recalling that particular encounter to notice Corbin was having a flashback of his own.

A second after that, his eyes lit up, "It's actually really amazing here..! This afternoon I met an actual angel! I never actually thought I would meet one before I pass away!" he said. He sounded really happy for someone saying something about death.

Allan tried not to think of how having Corbin as a roommate would be like in the future, and if he would be honest, he would rather not know. Something dark was always in the future and he never liked knowing. He always tried to be optimistic, but his visions disagreed.

"Ah, so..", Allan began, almost hesitating to speak again, "How.. long have you been here in the academy?"

Allan momentarily was caught up in his own thoughts that he almost didn't pay any attention to his roommate's reaction to his mention of passing on until he went and asked him a question. He nodded as he read through Corbin's response and realized how long the boy had been here on the island. Allan wondered how long he could take. Of course, he'd finish his college degree, but he wanted to be back home too.

When Corbin turned the board back to him, Allan chuckled a little at his comment about him appearing older. "Ah well, you see..." he began, "Ah, yeah, I actually just turned 21. My... family actually didn't notice anything 'unique' about my ability.. Not until recently." he explained, "And well, they kinda... sorta agreed to let me graduate from my old degree program first before letting me out on some island away from home and all that."

"Oh, I was taking a major in Computer Science" Allan replied, almost cheerfully, leaning to the wall. He tried to act a little more comfortably so Corbin wouldn't feel so awkward with him. A part of him hesitated to keep the conversation going but if he'd have to be staying in this room with him, it would be good if they were better acquainted.He had considered sitting back down his bed but he figured he'd have had a hard time reading his roommate's replies.

"Right now, ah.. major in Fine Arts." he continued, "Um, I... figured I'd need something less... numbers-y after my first one so... yeah..!" he said rather abstractly, followed by an awkward chuckle. He'd always had problems when he was trying to find inspiration to paint or draw too. As soon as he tries brainstorming, everything turns fuzzy and then he'd realize he had created something horrible. And not in the aestheic sense.