[Juneberry]

So this is a one on one roleplay between Juneberry (me) and Honor, involving a boy and girl at a boarding school. However... The girl is disguised as a boy, and the two are roommates!?

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Huffing a breath to force brown hair out of bright blue eyes, the boy walked down the hallway of the dormitory to find the room that he was to be using. His eyes glanced at a placard, which had a room number on it- the same as the one in the paper in his right hand. They matched, and thus his key worked when he opened the door.

He gazed at the arrangement of the room, admiring the simplicity of it. The furniture was wood, including the bunk-bed, and the nearby door led to a personal shower for him and whoever was to be his roommate to use. "This should work out well, I hope." He smiled, taking a seat.

He took a picture out of three people, framed in a simple wooden frame. One was a man tall and with light-brown hair. The boy in question sat with a slightly reddened face, his skin a bit tanner then he was at the moment. Next to him was a girl, long hair colored like the sky awkwardly hugging onto him. A note slipped out from the frame soon after, and so he read it.

Dear Saya,

Don't forget about me while you're away. I'm rooting for you to have fun at your new school. Stay safe, big brother!

-Flutter

He read the note aloud and stuffed it in his pocket, chuckling. "That girl is so strange sometimes." He looked out the open door. "I wonder what my roommate's like?"

[Honor]

Dirty blonde hair tickled the new students face in an unfamiliar way as she walked up the stairs leading to her dorm. Her head felt lighter without the long silky strands of hair that once cascaded down her to her hips. The lights, harsh and florescent, caught the amber flecks in her dark brown eyes, giving them a the appearance of having been glazed over with gold dust.
Letting out heavy breath the girl who was not a girl looked down at the crumpled piece of paper in her hand. It confirmed that the door in front of her lead to where she would be staying at this new school. Quickly stuffing the paper into her pocket she pulled out her key, letting herself inside.
On a normal day the first thing she would have noticed would be the nice wood furniture, the shower, and the bunk bed. Today, however, her eyes slide to the boy sitting in the room. The boy who would be her roommate. He was handsome and she realized if she were here as herself, Olivia Caulder, she would have been happy to flirt with him. She was not Olivia here. Here she was Oliver. Here she was a boy.
She wondered what this boy would see when he looked at her. She had hidden her femininity as well as she could, but nothing could hide her face, to soft and delicate, and her eyes to wide and framed with naturally thick eyelashes. Would he see through her instantly? Was her being here useless after all? She took a breath. She needed to calm down. However prone to panic Olivia might have been, Oliver was calm.

"Hey, I'm Oliver." She said in soft deep voice. She hoped the softness of her tone would disguise how unnatural the deepness sounded. She walked over, set down her stuff and held out her hand.

[Juneberry]

((OOC: I can't tell if I should call your character a he and a she when I refer to her from Saya's point of view xD))

"Hey," Sayaku replied swiftly in return, looking up from his seat on a nearby chair. Standing up, he didn't seem to notice any femininity involved in the visual aspects of the boy- or who he assumed was a boy since it was his roommate- standing in his line of sight. Walking over swiftly, he held a slightly muscular hand out to him. The hand was slightly gruff, likely from years of hard labor or something similar- but it was still small, and proper compared to the size of its owner. A smile graced his face when he responded finally.

"Name's Sayaku- though most people call me Saya. Nice to meet'cha, Oliver." His voice had some sort of accent to it- somewhat like a country bumpkin, but with the thick elegance found in a gentlemen from a sophisticated household. His free hand brushed hair out of his face again. "How do you do?"

[Honor]

((OOC: I'd refer to her as a him ^^ ))

Olivia could feel the roughness of, the boy, Saya's hand as the shook. It was to her distinctly masculine. Her own hands were softer, more delicate. It had always been something she was proud of, often getting compliments about their silky feel. It seemed odd that her best trait as a girl would probably be a disadvantage to her as a guy. Men were strong. Men worked and got calluses. At least that was how it had been back home. Was it different here?

"Saya." She repeated as he told her his name. It rolled off her tough easily, sounding smooth but a little too high. She cleared her throat.
"I'm good, thank you." She said then hesitated before continuing, "This is my first time at a boarding school. Have you gone here long?"

[Juneberry]

"First day, actually," He replied simply. He smiled simply, nodding to the other. "The school was recommended by one of my music teachers at the public school I went to, so I applied. I'm surprised I was able to get in." He chuckled a bit, looking at him curiously. "What drove you to come here?"

Recognizing the struggle he seemed to have with his voice, a slight chuckle escaped Sayaku's lips. "You don't have to worry about your voice with me, Oliver. It's not strange to have a high voice for some guys. Guys back in the village I grew up in had that happen sometimes- you shouldn't try to force it to change. You'll have trouble using your voice if you do it too much." He looked around the room for a moment once more curiously, then back at his roommate. "Relax. We should make ourselves at home since it's our room right?"

[Honor]

Olivia's face reddened with chagrin. Well, at least she had a valid excuse for her voice now. Still, she would be careful. "I came for art program. It's the best nationwide. I'm surprised I got in too." She said, smiling. 'Yeah, especially because it's an all boys school.' She thought to herself.

"Yeah, we should relax. Which bed do you want?" She asked casually. It was becoming easier to be comfortable. After all, Oliver was guy. No reason for her roommate to think otherwise. She looked over the bunk bed, wondering which one she would prefer. Whichever one would make it easier to not be seen. She did not want to wear her chest bindings to sleep. She had a small chest, but not that small.

[Juneberry]

"Um... I used to share with my sister so I got used to the bottom bunk. So if I had to choose, I'd say that." Walking to the bottom bunk, he put a bag of belongings nonchalantly onto it, glancing at a plain white pillow on one side. The picture frame fell from the bag's open pocket, along with a guitar pick. He laughed a bit, picking up his guitar pick and seeking his capo. "So this is where it was. I meant to put this in my guitar bag..." He went to the guitar case to put it away.

"So you're an artist, huh? What sort of art do you like to do? There are so many different art forms... I can't help but be curious." He grinned as he put away the things he had to, accidentally moving a string in his guitar, thus making a slight sound. He shook it off when adding, "I'd love to see your work sometimes. And don't worry, I won't practice here if it'll be too loud for you."

[Honor]

Olivia's eyes followed the picture that had tumbled out of Saya's stuff. She recognized him in the picture though the other were foreign to her. His family, she assumed, or the girl could be his girlfriend.

"I do portraits mostly, well not exactly portraits, but you can be sure there is almost always a person or two involved. Don't worry about the playing. I like music, and if it gets annoying I'll just throw something at you." She smiled, shooting him a teasing look.

Picking up her bag she had to stretch to get her stuff on her bunk. "Is the girl in the picture your girlfriend?" She asked him, glancing over at him as she made the final stretch onto her tip-toes pushing th bag upward. She had pictures of her own, but she hadn't dared bring any with herself in them. The resemblance was to much to simply claim the girl in the pictures as a sibling.

[Juneberry]

"Kiddin' me? That's my little sister and our uncle. Sis and I grew up separately for a long time- that picture is from when I started living with them permanently." He chuckled, patting the picture. "Flute's a real strange one. She was always hiding when I was just visiting in the past... But she got comfortable with me over time like I did to her. She packed it with a note, actually. I didn't even know she could write all the sudden."

Sayaku heard her joke and laughed, shaking his head. "I could hear you just telling me if it's annoying you, but throwing something'll work well too. Just make sure it's not a pillow- I won't notice it. Too many goats have been rowdy for me to notice them." A smile managed his features as he sat on the lower bunk, looking at him. "Portraits, huh? I'd like to see one. Whether it's 'not exactly' a portrait or not, it's still pretty cool to me."

[Honor]

Olivia grinned and hoisted herself up onto her bunk. She sat on the edge, legs swinging in a rather carefree manner. "Oh, don't worry, I'm sure I could find a brick to throw at you somewhere." She flashed him her toothy grin once again before leaning back to rummage through her pack. She pulled out a small canvas, roughly the size of a simple notebook and held it out to him.

It was simple picture in a way, only containing three colors: black, silver and a soft baby blue. In it a little girl seemed to be covered with star dust, eyes wide and full of wonder. It wasn't one of her best pictures, but it had won her her first school art contest so she kept it as a good luck charm.

[Juneberry]

Taking a hold of the canvas, he let his eyes glance over it carefully, trying to take in each detail. A deep sigh of content escaped him as he looked up at the other guy, holding it out again. "This is really good. I've never seen something quite like this. Just three colors, right? I don't think I could ever make something like this with three colors...Three chords, not three colors." He smiled, getting up and taking out his guitar.

"Don't laugh at my horrible singing voice okay?" He smiled a cocky grin of sorts before taking the guitar out, putting a capo on the higher-area of the strings. Carefully taking his pick in hand, he sat down on the floor and began to strum three chords in a variety of times and pitches. It was a simple melody, which he used to sing some sort of old folk song in a foreign language. His key was fair, but at some points his voice would crack. He was a guitarist, after all- not a singer.

When he finished, he looked at him, curiously. He put the guitar beside him, standing up soon after. "It's an old song from my village in Norway. I made the melody on my own, but the song itself has been around for centuries... Do you think I did a good job?"

[Honor]

She smiled at his praised, pleased the piece was to his liking. She almost started to explain about how she'd won with it and it had served as a good luck charm, but all of those thoughts were lost when he started playing.

The first note sent it's musical vibration from her ear to the rest of her. She felt this music. It was so different from hearing the guitar on recordings combined with other instruments. She didn't understand the song but she soaked up the lyrics anyway, enjoying the way they sounded in the unfamiliar tongue.

She hardly noticed when he stopped playing to caught up in the notes that still played in her head, long after their creating had stopped playing. When she caught his curious gaze, however, she returned from her mind to reality. "It was amazing. I never realized how amazing a live guitar sounded." She told him honestly.

((OOC: I gotta go, bed time for me ^_^ I'll be on tomorrow though))

[Juneberry]

((No problem. You don't have to worry about telling me when you have to go unless you'll be gone for a looong time. I can wait otherwise :3))

"I never knew as a kid why people talked about recordings 'cause at home it was uncommon." Sayaku nodded, keeping his gaze from leaving his new friend. "I always loved music, so it's probably why I spend so much time with it. It's a great outlet, a lot like art that way. I guess if you think about it...Music and art are fairly similar. They are outlets, and... While music is an art-form, in a way art can be musical. And I don't mean by painting an orchestra..." He chuckled. "You know what I mean, Olive? Er...Oliver?" His laughter became somewhat nervous. He was so used to shortening names- he had forgotten to ask first!"

[Honor]

((Alright ^^ ))

Olivia was caught by his gaze as he spoke. His eyes were a very nice blue, she noted, wondering about the many things she could do with such a color. Perhaps he would would let her paint him one day.The name Olive had taken her by surprise, as she was often called such back home, but wasn't it a bit to girly for a boy to be called? Still she liked it, and if Saya saw nothing wrong with calling a boy that she would not protest. "Olive is fine. I'm often called that back home."

"I agree. I've used art as an outlet as long as I can remember. It's also good for recording memories. Once when I was little I got into a car accident, bonked my head pretty good and ended up forgetting a lot about the year before. After that every time I could remember even the littlest bit I would paint it. I eventually remembered everything again, but you can bet my room was filled with paintings of the most random things." She said, then let out a laugh, remembered one in which she had painted herself staring very intently at a goldfish.

[Juneberry]

"We all have little nicknames use no matter where we're from, I think. Some people like it and some hate it, though." His smile stayed the same as he leaned back on the lower bed, arms stretching easily behind his head. Staring at the bottom of the upper bed, he closed his eyes before opening one just out of habit. "Just so you know... I fall asleep pretty early. It's become habit for me. So... Don't worry about me if I fall asleep early at night 'kay? Just stay up as you need to and sleep when you need to."

He thought about the things the other boy told him. He couldn't imagine forgetting a whole year- even a portion of it seemed like such a distant idea. "I can't imagine how that must've felt... It's good that you remembered later on. I think painting things probably helped keep the memories coming back... They say that one memory leads to another, right?"

[Honor]

Olivia nodded, and then swung her legs onto her bed, letting her head fall back against the pillow. "I'm a bit of a night owl myself. Inspiration always tends to strike me just as I lay down for sleep. It's the reason most of my pj's are splattered with bits of paint." She laughed a little and then realized that wasn't a true statement, at least not here. Her old, feminine pajamas were splattered with paint. Her new, distinctly male, ones were not.

She smile, remembering her paintings. "Sometimes I would remember dreams I had. Those paintings were really crazy. I remember one were I was sitting on a giant purple gum ball." She grinned. It had been such a pretty purple color.