Thread: Questionable Interests (Translucentfeathers & Goddess)

Damien tugged his coat around him a little bit tighter, the biting cold of winter lancing through the layers of clothing he wore as he walked through campus. It had been almost an entire month of nearly complete silence, the blessed quiet of the winter holidays were drawing to a close though, and he found himself dreading the return of the noisy boisterous crowds of students clogging up the sidewalks, crowding the coffee shops and just in general being more of a problem than a help. With a brief indignant huff, a hand reached up to brush his dark hair from his eyes. Damien had never really been accepted within the normal cliche cliques and groups, his biting humor steered the more alternative ascribing conformists away from him just as much as his darker style made the more bubble gum drop ditz and jock squads feel uncomfortable. Highschool had been a hellacious experience and he was grateful for his ability to graduate and escape it's stereotypes and blanket made assumptions. In college he found there were still the cliques, still the cliches but there was a wider range and broader selection of people that helped filter some of it. Shoving his hands into the front pockets of his black pants, he shrugged his coat further around himself as he huddled against the wind. The house he stayed in was offered up by his great aunt in a will, something else that drove an even thicker wedge between the already strained relationship he had with his mother. He shook his head though, unwilling to focus on her now. The little home was a small two level with two bedrooms, one bathroom, small kitchen and living room and a large unused basement. Damien had been posting advertisements for a roommate and was hoping to find someone who would keep to themselves and offer Damien the ability to focus on his...darker interests. It made him different, much more so than the thick black hair with slashes of dark blue and occasional green or red depending on the month peeking through over his eyes. The black clothes he consistantly wore, the woven bracelets and leather bands that wrapped around his wrists, the ink he kept hidden under long thick clothes in the winter and lip piercing he worked with his tongue when he was thinking...all of it made him different, but not quite as different as this hidden interest did. Damien was studying forensic psychology and he focused in on serial killers with an unhealthy fascination until it bled into every corner of his life from the books he read, the movies he watched and the tv he occasionally saw. He found an odd sense of comfort in it, an odd sense of belonging within a realm so inexplicably dark and taboo, a world he had dabbled in and brushed against on more than one instance. With a brief sigh he unlocked the front door of the house and slipped inside, the dark heated interior welcoming. The furniture was all black and the walls were painted dark navy in color. He had thrown out all of the simple decorations and bright paintings that had made the house look inviting, finding more comfort in the dark colors than he did in trinkets and framed artwork. With a gentle hum he shrugged out of his jacket and slipped over to the couch to pull out his laptop and check his email. No inquiries about the ad he had put up on the bulletin boards both on campus and on the school's website. With a shake of his head he noticed a new message from someone though, a brief surge of excitement rushing through him in a way that made him question just what this online friendship was doing to his sanity. He let a small smile slip over his pale face as Damien's dark eyes clicked open the message from the academics website he had joined in the summer as a way to try and get some second opinions revolving around the classes he had signed up for and then again to get constructive criticism on the papers he had to write the first few weeks along with finals. Most of the users were useless and left him either frustrated or pissed as they blathered on incessantly trying to explain the unexplainable and pretended to know things when their ignorance shined through their words blatantly. One had caught his eye, and the respect seemed mutual as their correspondence became more relaxed and drifted from academic discussion to an almost...friendly manner. It was odd, Damien didn't make friends. Sure, he could be social and knew the nuances of how to communicate and talk to people, he just hated pandering and idle small talk. With a smile though he fired off a message in reply to the one he had received. You managed to survive the winter and holiday hell? Fantastic to hear. I stayed on campus for it, though the returning swarms of brain dead hipsters and neurotic under grads have slowly made their way back with classes starting next Monday. Spent the winter break watching documentaries, returning video tapes and chopping up some bastard I picked up at a bar last week. You know, normal day to day. What courses did you sign up for this semester? -glassmask363 He smirked at the movie reference of one of his favorite films, lacing the message with the usual thread of dark humor before hitting send. Damien let out a sigh as he leaned back and stretched, wondering how long it would be before he found a new roommate.