Boys Will Be Boys (M/M) - Wescott Hall
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				Title: <strong>Boys Will Be Boys (M/M) - Wescott Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyron</strong> on <strong>10-10-2014, 03:58:45</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff7/HaruTokushima/5d1a7e77-ff12-4e6b-a61e-3e77f5079838_zpsc5a018f5.jpg)</div><br>Ashton is ranked as one of the top all boys' boarding schools in the United States. It takes pride in its ability to cultivate young boys into men who will go on to achieve great things, perhaps in part because the school aims to accept only the best--in anything, whether it be athletics, academics, or the arts. With a small student body of only a couple hundred, the competition to get in is fierce. In fact, some might say that the school in general possesses a competitive spirit, but what could one expect from a place full of boys?<br><br>Yes, it's a good school, and, looking at the brochures and website, most might even say it's perfect. But it's high school. Friends betray friends, bullies rule, guys duke it out to carve themselves a niche in the power structure, and don't forget about those insanely rich kids who scoff at the scholarship mutts. And some of these students? They're...a little "different." They're gay. Or bi. Or whatever else fits under the rainbow. Girls can't serve as a distraction here, but for these guys, well, that doesn't matter so much. They have to survive the typical high school BS while coming to terms with who they are. And for a certain group in particular, it's their senior year. They better make the most of it while they can.<br><br><hr><br>Wescott Hall is one of the three halls at Ashton. Each room (http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff7/HaruTokushima/Settings/12MesaCourtDorms.jpg) comes with a cable outlet, two single beds, two dressers, two closets, and two desks. There are three floors per wing, with ten rooms per floor. There's a communal bathroom on each floor. The lobby has mailboxes and a lounge area with a TV and stereo. Currently, the available rooms are in Wing A. They are:<br><br><div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td> </td><td><strong>Wing A</strong></td><td><strong>Wing B</strong></td></tr><tr><td><strong>101</strong></td><td>Sterling &amp;</td><td> </td></tr><tr><td><strong>106</strong></td><td>Logan &amp;</td><td> </td></tr></tbody></table><br><strong>Current Time &amp; Weather</strong> <br>Friday, Oct. 31, 8 o'clock hour. Halloween party is starting in the student union.<br>Cloudy; currently 50℉ (10℃)</div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Campus Map</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff7/HaruTokushima/Settings/BWBBmap_zps539a6092.png)</div></div><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Post Header</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=150 padding=5][/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]Name:[/b] <br>[b]Location:[/b] <br>[b]Tagging:[/b] <br>[b]Content:[/b]<br>[b]Wearing:[/b] [optional]<br>[hr]</code></pre></div></div><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Thread Links</div><div class="spoiler_body">Recruitment (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=214902.25)<br>Characters (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=215187.0)<br>OOC (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=215186.0)<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boys Will Be Boys (M/M) - Wescott Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyron</strong> on <strong>11-10-2014, 20:11:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff7/HaruTokushima/Realistic%20Chars/Dominic/4b00b84ad3653_zps3c3a406e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Logan Falk<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room 106A<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> No one, open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Writing, getting ready, leaving<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> SWAT (http://www.spirithalloween.com/product/uw-swat-officer-kit-adult-os/)<br><hr><br>Guys talked loudly in the hall. That and the paper thin walls made their words decipherable, if someone paid attention. Logan didn't have a reason to, but their voices lifted him out of his head. The scent of recent rain faded, the quiet city street, the beam of light the streetlamp cast on the man in camo, his young face aged and his eyes tired. The white page welcomed him back, his barely legible scrawl scratched on it in black ink, and the guys grew quieter as they went further down the hall. They were heading toward the lobby. What time was it? Logan turned his head to where his phone rested as it recharged. He checked it. The party was starting.<br><br>Logan considered his notebook once more, skimming the words. The poem wasn't complete. It lacked...something, and maybe needed a new word here and there. He lightly wrapped his lips around the tip of his pen, thinking, but his attention wandered back to his phone. Its screen was blank again, but the white digits still existed in his mind's eye. Maybe the revisions could wait until later tonight, after his roommate was asleep if need be. He preferred the moments of privacy, like right now, when no one was around to distract him or pry. His roommate had left about an hour ago. Logan had been working on his homework, and he rushed through it so he could write. Continuing to take advantage of whatever alone time he had left would be useful, but it wouldn't hurt to be social, either, hang out with his friends and see their costumes. Ultimately, the latter option won. Logan pushed his notebook into his desk's drawer and stood from his bed. Time to get ready.<br><br>Normally, or at least what was normal for the past few years, he didn't really try for Halloween. Freshman year, he was a baseball player, then football, and then he wore his paintball gear and left it at that. He thought about doing that again this year, but Sean bitched and moaned as usual, and this time Logan decided to listen--kind of. His step-brother still wouldn't approve because it was far from terrifying, unless you were a crook, but at least he was going as something a little different. It was his last year of high school. Why not? Logan stepped over to his dresser where his costume still slept in its package. After exchanging his jeans for cargos, and his white t-shirt for black, he put on the vest, the knee pads, the pouch, the hat. He even got a badge and plastic handcuffs to go with it--silly, but it worked. Once the gloves and boots were on, too, he briefly looked in the mirror. Everything was in place, and he almost felt strong. No way would he ever be a real SWAT, but the pretend might be nice. He would enjoy wearing this for a while. Even the plastic badge and handcuffs.<br><br>After pocketing his phone and turning off his desk lamp, Logan left the room and headed toward the building's exit. The student union was his next destination.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boys Will Be Boys (M/M) - Wescott Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saphir</strong> on <strong>13-10-2014, 06:18:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://41.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mc2r7aEtxT1qg22hlo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Royce Hererra<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Hallway<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Logan<br><strong>Content:</strong> Walking past Wescott Hall<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Robin (http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2011/151/8/a/young_justice__robin_by_akusesu-d3hqfr7.jpg)<br><hr><br>Hands down, Halloween has always been Royce's favorite holiday of the year. Thanksgiving always came as a close second if only because he loved to eat and Christmas just below it, only because by the end of December, the poor boy had wanted to bash his head against the wall to get the Tune of The Little Drummer Boy out of his noggin. Halloween though? It was top tier. Costumes! Candy! Scary Movies! Candy!&nbsp; Parties! And was Candy mentioned?<br><br>It was around eight o'clock and Royce had already torn through half a bag of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. He had a four page paper to write and a quiz to study for on Monday but as far as the Hispanic teen was concerned, anything school related could suck a big one. There were no fucks to be given until it was well past noon on November 1st. Noon because more than likely, Royce would not be stirring from his sleep after the evening's festivities until noon. Thank goodness Halloween fell on a Friday this year.<br><br>His costume of choice this year was none other than the Boy Wonder and he had to admit that he filled out the tights quite nicely. The compliments he did get certainly boosted his ego a bit and made him more than proud of his choice of attire. Naturally, he could have gotten some mundane Halloween costume, like dressing up in a nice suit with plastic fangs and calling himself a vampire but Halloween one night of the year where Royce was willing to go all out in terms of fun. Batman was always a popular choice, he wanted to be a liiiitle different.<br><br>He walked past Wescott Hall on his way towards the student union. In one hand, he held his black bo staff, twirling it (clumsily so) and in his other hand, a giant bag of Halloween candy that he had already collected or bought himself. He was bound to hit the jackpot for more sweets at the Halloween party and tonight, he would dine and dine until falling into a sugar coma.&nbsp; Though thoughts of his makeshift candyland came to a halt as he saw someone exit the building--wearing a SWAT get up--causing Royce to halt in his tracks. Vigilantes and Law Enforcement hardly got along and he was more than willing to tease and play that role, especially when he recognized that it was Logan. He jogged over, hopping in front of the other male, taking a defensive stance with his staff.<br><br>"Oh, sorry. You're too late. Mr. Freeze's already iced over quarter of Gotham. You can just march right to where you came from, we'll handle this."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Boys Will Be Boys (M/M) - Wescott Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyron</strong> on <strong>26-10-2014, 23:34:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff7/HaruTokushima/Realistic%20Chars/Dominic/4b00b84ad3653_zps3c3a406e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Logan Falk<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside of Wescott<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Royce, open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Talking<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> SWAT (http://www.spirithalloween.com/product/uw-swat-officer-kit-adult-os/)<br><hr><br>It was cool out. A light breeze brushed his exposed lower arms and face. It didn't bother him much. To him, fifty degrees was tolerable, at least for now, but he didn't expect to be out long enough for it to become a problem; the walk to the student union would take less than a minute.<br><br>But trouble stirred. A darkly dressed figure leapt in front of him, weapon at the ready. Logan stopped in his tracks, fingers starting to curl into fists. Four years here, and he had gotten in his fair share of fights, usually away from the eyes of the faculty. None had happened this year, yet, but one or two guys still had chips on their shoulders. But no, with a closer look, he recognized his "assailant." His muscles relaxed, just a bit. He maintained the rest of his tension to play along.<br><br>"No can do, Boy Wonder. This is a job for the law. You try and get in the way and you will be--" Logan had reached down to where the holster would have been if he had put it on, but right, he didn't have it. With this being a school, that wouldn't have been a smart choice. He grabbed onto the handcuffs instead, hooked on a belt loop. "--arrested. We won't have you obstructing justice."<br><br>His gaze traveled down to the bag in Royce's other hand. No doubt what valuables it contained. "That looks stolen. I'll have to ask that you hand it over." Logan held out his gloved hand. He grinned and stepped forward. They matched in height. "What's it going to be? You going to cooperate it or are you going to test this SWAT boy?" He reached for the bag. He didn't really want any. He just wanted to tease his friend.
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