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Backdated Log: Liam & Shatterstar
Liam meets his suitemate. Awkward ensues. Shatterstar accidentally mentions the X-Men.
To his embarrassment, his mom had made up his bed and unpacked a lot of his stuff in his new room. It was larger and nicer than his old room though. Colour coordinated. Actually, if you ignored the half empty duffel of clothes in the corner, it was kinda magazine- like. Creepy.
He also hadn't yet met his suitemate. Apparently not roommate. That was kinda cool, he hadn't wanted to share his room, but he did want to meet the guy.
Connecting his phone to the speakers on his desk, Liam blasted Avicii as he bounced around, fixing his room the way he wanted and so it was less.... magazine like. More lived in.
Shatterstar had stayed locked in his own room until the whole hubbub of moving someone in was finished. It was only after he was sure the new kid's parents were gone did he emerge. He passed over to the open door and peeked inside. No wonder if had taken so long- this kid obviously had much more than two duffel bags to his name.
And. He had a tail. And little ears. After meeting Sharon, he knew he shouldn't be surprised, but the kid looked way more like the Catkind from Doctor Who in his facial shape than a purple lioness. It was still really, really strange.
"William, right?" He asked, trying to remember what he had been told his roommate's name was. (He had agreed readily enough- it's not like they were sharing an actual room).
"Liam," he corrected, turning around. "Hi! You're... Shatterstar, right? What grade are you in?" He was probably a senior. Maybe a freshman in college? But wouldn't they put him with someone closer in age? Or maybe this was the only open room? He hadn't met most of the other kids yet, which he thought kinda odd, but then, his parents only just left for their hotel.
Shatterstar grimaced at both the question of what grade he'd be in. And tried to guess how old the other kid was. Younger than him, definitely. "I don't know what grade I'll be in. I missed a lot of school last year." It was less he missed it and more than the quality had been questionable at best, but then he had a lot of instances of solidarity confinement for fighting. (And wasn't it a miracle that he fought a lot less when other people weren't trying to get him to fight?)
"What about you?"
"I'm a junior, " it was entirely unfair that Ben, that Shatterstar, was so tall, too. "What did they think they'd put the gingers together or something?" Liam asked, trying not to be too envious. Long hair, height.... ugh. And normal looking, minus the spot over his eye, but that was no big deal. Ugh. His roommate was clearly everything he wasn't.
"That's probably what I'll be too. Maybe that's why they put us together," Shatterstar replied, not catching the joke Liam was making. Also, be was pretty sure Match wouldn't have taken a roommate. He had to look down to look at Liam. He wondered what his balance was like, with the tail. Had to be better right.
"You have a lot of stuff." He nodded over to the still unpacked corner.
"Oh yeah, maybe," he agreed, that made sense and made him feel a little better about the placement though he wondered what caused Shatterstar to be behind. And what was with the name Shatterstar?? "I guess? When my parents decided to had to come here, we packed up my room. And my mom bought all sorts of new sheets and towels and stuff from a checklist. Didn't yours?"
Shatterstar stared at the cat boy not unlike an anthropologist seeing a new sub culture of rat worship for the first time. Despite the, well, everything about his appearance, Liam seemed remarkably normal. His mom bought him stuff off a checklist. He didn't even know if his uncle got a checklist.
"I don't know. I basically went from the hospital to here." He moved to look at the piles Liam still had to unpack.
"Hospital? You doing okay?" he didn't look sick, then again, Liam had no idea how long Shatterstar had been at Xavier's and all that. And 'you don't look sick' was kinda rude and not helpful.
Wow, was this kid normal. Even his responses to things was incredibly normal. Shatterstar somehow doubted Liam would ever be trusted with the secret of the X-Men or anything like that. "I'm fine," he said curtly before kneeling in front of the pile. "Do you need help?"
"Oh, uh, I guess? I was kinda going to leave it, do it some other time," really his parents had probably gone overboard. His mom had been teary- eyed hugging him goodbye though and even his dad seemed choked up. He thought it was all kinda a cool adventure though. "So where are you from?"
Shatterstar rose fluidly at the rejection and instead stared at Liam, trying to figure him out. "Boston," he replied. "I know I don't sound like it." The only remnant of a Boston accent had was being a little wide in the "a" sounds. "Where are you from?"
"Northern Maine," his own accent was almost Canadian in some ways, his mother being from Canada and his dad from Northern Maine, "Tiny little town near the Canadian border," Liam added. "We drove around Boston coming here, but we didn't get to stop other than to pick up our Target order from a store there. What's Boston like?"
"Busy," Shatterstar replied. "Lots to do and lots of places to avoid people. I imagine not so much for you. Not so much here, either." He had figured out the secrets to privacy here, but everyone vaguely knew everyone else, which he wasn't exactly used to still.
"Sometimes you just have to get creative," being from a small town meant that there was plenty of outdoors to get privacy, especially since his family had several acres. At the school, there was also plenty of outdoors, but there was a lot of building to explore and find interesting places in still! "Cities look so fun. You can do something different every weekend instead of the same things over and over."
"I wouldn't know," Shatterstar said with a shrug. "I did the same things over and over again." He started to wander over to where Liam was standing, to look at the stuff he already had unpacked. To be honest, it looked mostly boring to him.
"Have you met any of the adults yet? Terry is the best one, but others are okay too."
He shook his head, "Just a guy named Arthur? He looked like some sort of hippy cult leader, which makes sense. He said he was from California."
Shatterstar frowned and unconsciously loomed over Liam a little. "He does not look like a cult leader. He's a good man. He's very talented and helps on X-Factor Investigations, which while not as cool as the X-Men, is very important." He crossed his arms. "Plus he knew my mom," he added in a mumble.
Oh. Sore spot. Whoops. "Sorry," he replied, not backing down as he stared up at Shatterstar. He really wished he'd grow some more. "She's gone?" he asked, awkwardly grabbing a bag of snacks from the pile of stuff left and rummaging through it, offering his suitemate a bag of sour patch kids. They were his favourite candy. "Mine, too. My birth mom, I mean."
Shatterstar took a sour patch kid after opening the bag to be polite, returning the rest. He realized he was looking and stepped back. "I was raised by my aunt and uncle," he confirmed. "You?"
"I was adopted," Liam explained easily, taking a couple candies. "But my birth mom would visit sometimes and stuff. But I haven't seen her in years, I think she's gone." He didn't mention M-Day.
"That's hard. You never know if they're alive or not," Shatterstar spoke from experience. He surveyed Liam's room before looking back at him. He was sorry to bring it up, even if Liam didn't seem upset.
Greer, his birth mother, had always been more like a fun aunt than a mom. He knew who his mother was, and Greer was adamant that Liam understand she wasn't his mom. But how else was he supposed to refer to her? So awkward. So he was sad, yeah, but not like...not like if his actual mom passed. "Yeah," he nodded, awkward. "Anyways. Um. I think I'm going to go explore? Check stuff out? But it was good to meet you."
Shatterstar tried not to look to relieved. He nodded, tugging one of his braids once. "Yeah, it was good to meet you. I'll see you." He retreated from Liam's room and back to his own.
To his embarrassment, his mom had made up his bed and unpacked a lot of his stuff in his new room. It was larger and nicer than his old room though. Colour coordinated. Actually, if you ignored the half empty duffel of clothes in the corner, it was kinda magazine- like. Creepy.
He also hadn't yet met his suitemate. Apparently not roommate. That was kinda cool, he hadn't wanted to share his room, but he did want to meet the guy.
Connecting his phone to the speakers on his desk, Liam blasted Avicii as he bounced around, fixing his room the way he wanted and so it was less.... magazine like. More lived in.
Shatterstar had stayed locked in his own room until the whole hubbub of moving someone in was finished. It was only after he was sure the new kid's parents were gone did he emerge. He passed over to the open door and peeked inside. No wonder if had taken so long- this kid obviously had much more than two duffel bags to his name.
And. He had a tail. And little ears. After meeting Sharon, he knew he shouldn't be surprised, but the kid looked way more like the Catkind from Doctor Who in his facial shape than a purple lioness. It was still really, really strange.
"William, right?" He asked, trying to remember what he had been told his roommate's name was. (He had agreed readily enough- it's not like they were sharing an actual room).
"Liam," he corrected, turning around. "Hi! You're... Shatterstar, right? What grade are you in?" He was probably a senior. Maybe a freshman in college? But wouldn't they put him with someone closer in age? Or maybe this was the only open room? He hadn't met most of the other kids yet, which he thought kinda odd, but then, his parents only just left for their hotel.
Shatterstar grimaced at both the question of what grade he'd be in. And tried to guess how old the other kid was. Younger than him, definitely. "I don't know what grade I'll be in. I missed a lot of school last year." It was less he missed it and more than the quality had been questionable at best, but then he had a lot of instances of solidarity confinement for fighting. (And wasn't it a miracle that he fought a lot less when other people weren't trying to get him to fight?)
"What about you?"
"I'm a junior, " it was entirely unfair that Ben, that Shatterstar, was so tall, too. "What did they think they'd put the gingers together or something?" Liam asked, trying not to be too envious. Long hair, height.... ugh. And normal looking, minus the spot over his eye, but that was no big deal. Ugh. His roommate was clearly everything he wasn't.
"That's probably what I'll be too. Maybe that's why they put us together," Shatterstar replied, not catching the joke Liam was making. Also, be was pretty sure Match wouldn't have taken a roommate. He had to look down to look at Liam. He wondered what his balance was like, with the tail. Had to be better right.
"You have a lot of stuff." He nodded over to the still unpacked corner.
"Oh yeah, maybe," he agreed, that made sense and made him feel a little better about the placement though he wondered what caused Shatterstar to be behind. And what was with the name Shatterstar?? "I guess? When my parents decided to had to come here, we packed up my room. And my mom bought all sorts of new sheets and towels and stuff from a checklist. Didn't yours?"
Shatterstar stared at the cat boy not unlike an anthropologist seeing a new sub culture of rat worship for the first time. Despite the, well, everything about his appearance, Liam seemed remarkably normal. His mom bought him stuff off a checklist. He didn't even know if his uncle got a checklist.
"I don't know. I basically went from the hospital to here." He moved to look at the piles Liam still had to unpack.
"Hospital? You doing okay?" he didn't look sick, then again, Liam had no idea how long Shatterstar had been at Xavier's and all that. And 'you don't look sick' was kinda rude and not helpful.
Wow, was this kid normal. Even his responses to things was incredibly normal. Shatterstar somehow doubted Liam would ever be trusted with the secret of the X-Men or anything like that. "I'm fine," he said curtly before kneeling in front of the pile. "Do you need help?"
"Oh, uh, I guess? I was kinda going to leave it, do it some other time," really his parents had probably gone overboard. His mom had been teary- eyed hugging him goodbye though and even his dad seemed choked up. He thought it was all kinda a cool adventure though. "So where are you from?"
Shatterstar rose fluidly at the rejection and instead stared at Liam, trying to figure him out. "Boston," he replied. "I know I don't sound like it." The only remnant of a Boston accent had was being a little wide in the "a" sounds. "Where are you from?"
"Northern Maine," his own accent was almost Canadian in some ways, his mother being from Canada and his dad from Northern Maine, "Tiny little town near the Canadian border," Liam added. "We drove around Boston coming here, but we didn't get to stop other than to pick up our Target order from a store there. What's Boston like?"
"Busy," Shatterstar replied. "Lots to do and lots of places to avoid people. I imagine not so much for you. Not so much here, either." He had figured out the secrets to privacy here, but everyone vaguely knew everyone else, which he wasn't exactly used to still.
"Sometimes you just have to get creative," being from a small town meant that there was plenty of outdoors to get privacy, especially since his family had several acres. At the school, there was also plenty of outdoors, but there was a lot of building to explore and find interesting places in still! "Cities look so fun. You can do something different every weekend instead of the same things over and over."
"I wouldn't know," Shatterstar said with a shrug. "I did the same things over and over again." He started to wander over to where Liam was standing, to look at the stuff he already had unpacked. To be honest, it looked mostly boring to him.
"Have you met any of the adults yet? Terry is the best one, but others are okay too."
He shook his head, "Just a guy named Arthur? He looked like some sort of hippy cult leader, which makes sense. He said he was from California."
Shatterstar frowned and unconsciously loomed over Liam a little. "He does not look like a cult leader. He's a good man. He's very talented and helps on X-Factor Investigations, which while not as cool as the X-Men, is very important." He crossed his arms. "Plus he knew my mom," he added in a mumble.
Oh. Sore spot. Whoops. "Sorry," he replied, not backing down as he stared up at Shatterstar. He really wished he'd grow some more. "She's gone?" he asked, awkwardly grabbing a bag of snacks from the pile of stuff left and rummaging through it, offering his suitemate a bag of sour patch kids. They were his favourite candy. "Mine, too. My birth mom, I mean."
Shatterstar took a sour patch kid after opening the bag to be polite, returning the rest. He realized he was looking and stepped back. "I was raised by my aunt and uncle," he confirmed. "You?"
"I was adopted," Liam explained easily, taking a couple candies. "But my birth mom would visit sometimes and stuff. But I haven't seen her in years, I think she's gone." He didn't mention M-Day.
"That's hard. You never know if they're alive or not," Shatterstar spoke from experience. He surveyed Liam's room before looking back at him. He was sorry to bring it up, even if Liam didn't seem upset.
Greer, his birth mother, had always been more like a fun aunt than a mom. He knew who his mother was, and Greer was adamant that Liam understand she wasn't his mom. But how else was he supposed to refer to her? So awkward. So he was sad, yeah, but not like...not like if his actual mom passed. "Yeah," he nodded, awkward. "Anyways. Um. I think I'm going to go explore? Check stuff out? But it was good to meet you."
Shatterstar tried not to look to relieved. He nodded, tugging one of his braids once. "Yeah, it was good to meet you. I'll see you." He retreated from Liam's room and back to his own.