Murders in the air

Damien: "Thanks, that wasn't my best, though. I don't usually sing that high," I shrugged and turned back to unpacking. "Show me one of your paintings?"

Elliot: "Sure," I said, reaching under my bags pulling out a big canvas painted with fish in the ocean. I wanted to hide it, keep it away. His talent was mch better.

Damien: I glanced over my shoulder and nodded in approval. "That's pretty...cool."

Elliot: I sighed, tossing it over the ede if the bed. "No, tell me what you really think," Isaid with a small smile.

Damien: "No, really, it's cool," I smiled.

Elliot: I smiled, shaking my head a little. "Okay," I said, switching to lay on my stomach.

Damien: I sat back on my bed. "You don't think so yourself?"

Elliot: "Naw, I like'm. I just think I could do better," I smiled. Maybe, eventually, I could paint him. He had a great face for painting.

Damien: "Maybe, but that's pretty dang good," I smiled, putting in my earbuds, turning up the sound, and closing my eyes. It had been a long day, I just wanted some music for a few minutes.

Elliot: I sighed, getting up and turning my back and taking of my first layer leaving me in a cami. I pulled on a thin sweater that fell off my shoulders and decided to start a sketch.

Damien: I had opened my eyes, but looked away when she took off her shirt, though I didn't feel awkward. She had a cami, and it wasn't like I hadn't seen girls change.

Elliot: I pulled out a thick, cloth bound notebook and started a new sketch. Mostly just lines, but a darker shape was coming out. It was a boy, long and lean, reminding me of a diving bird.

Damien: I tapped my fingers on my bed to the song that was playing.

Elliot: Out the window there was a bright flash followed by loud taps. My eyes flickered up to see the thunderstorm expected had started. Everything seemed to rumble as thunder sounded. I set aside my notebook and hugged my knees to m chest.

Damien: I popped open my eyes and grinned. "Awesome, thunderstorm!" Then I noticed that Elliot looked all weirded out. I frowned. "What's wrong?"

Elliot: I shook my head incredulously. "What are you talking about?" I asked. "I mean, they don't make me nervous or anything," I said with small smile.

Damien: "Then why are you all curled up?"

Elliot: I snorted. "It was sarcasm," I said.

Damien: "Oh...so you are scared?" I frowned. "It's not a big deal, just water and noise."

Elliot: "Yeah, it sounds irrational when you simplify it. I think it's just the noise," I shrugged and cringed back as a loud set of thunder rolled out and shook the room a little.

Damien: I had this urge to go and wrap an arm around her, to comfort Elliot. But I didn't. I didn't want to be labeled as the creepy roommate.

Amelia: I walked into my room and dropped my guitar case and drumsticks onto the bed. I didnt bother to introduce myself to the guy, he probably didnt want to talk to me all that much. I pulled off my black and purple and blue knitt hat off and shook out my hair before sitting down on the bed.

Ty: "Something wrong with ADHD?" I asked her, unpacking my stuff, throwing my clothing in one of the two dressers.

Elliot: I stuck my legs under the blankets oin my bed, still sketching furiously. When i was done, I tossed the book to the side and decided to check the room out with a little more attention. My eyes started to scan every surface, knitpicking.

Kal: I sat in the room for a second after she came in and then got up, walking out briskly. I was going to make a bet with myself that I would resign by the end of the week.

Amelia: I watched him walk out and shrugged. I could care less if he didnt want to sped time with me. I saw his key on the bedside table and sighed, picking it up and walking out of the room quickly, dropping it in his hand. "Dont forget your key. If you get locked out, I probably wont let you back in." I told him before turning on my heel and walking away.

Jessie: "Well, it's like...a disease," I scrunched up my nose.