Lawrence Keithe Johnsen

"You're right, I'm not, and with an attitude like that, I won't be the last. Get it together honey, you look like a mess, and the bitch act is just making it worse." 

Good Sir? Lawrence smiled nervously at Vesper. This man had such a way with words, it made him feel, in a way, at ease. The people he had met thus far were far less articulate and not nearly as handsome. Handsome, Lawrence thought, He is very, very handsome. He shook his head again. Jesus, he's going to think I've got epilepsy or something, for fuck sakes stop doing that! Lawrence knew he looked nervous, but he appreciated that Vesper pretended not to notice. He tried to stop his hands shaking by taking something from his bag and placing it in a drawer. "Uh... Yes. Thank you." Lawrence was having a hard time looking away from Vesper, it was... Weird..? No, that was the wrong word. Well, I didn't matter, because it was true. There was just something about him that made it hard to look away. Maybe it was the way he stood or... His alarming good looks, or maybe it was the fact that Vesper didn't mind his young appearance. "You're right. This school is full of disgusting little rats. Sorry... That's a bit much. I-I'm not known for tolerance." God fucking damn it! Lawrence felt like everything he said sounded so stupid, well, when in comparison with Vesper. He decided to try and at least act like Vesper wasn't causing him heart failure. Lawrence picked up his bag and tossed it on the bed, proceeding to walk around Vesper and sit in one of the chairs behind them. He crossed his legs, placing his hands on his knee. "You.." He said. "Are one of the most gentlemanly people I've ever met." He smiled. Lawrence hoped Vesper would sit with him, it was the only way he could keep himself calm. 

Fintan had wandered down to the school library for some time to relax - time to distract herself from all of the crummy things that happened in the last two weeks. Books were a wonderful distraction - she could honestly say they were her friends, her true first friends in fact. She poked her head into the large doors to assess what she was dealing with - very very few people, just the way she liked it. Fintan smiled and shuffled in, sitting herself at one of the tables and pulling out one of her favorite books on the history of mythological and magical creatures. It was entertaining and would prove a good study tool for her creature care class. She laid it on the table and folded her hands on her lap while leaning over and reading with enthusiasm. Fintan had gotten so into her book that she found herself leaping in her seat when her page suddenly flipped with an unknown draft. She stood up with a small squeal as the pages turned rapidly, having no idea why they were doing so. She was spooked. Fintan’s cheeks turned rosy with embarrassment realizing the noise she had made, looking around sheepishly for what could have caused this. She spotted the blonde male she had met a few weeks prior sitting near her and became suspicious - he was the only one in the area where they were sitting… “D-Did you do that?” she questioned. “H-How? That’s a-actually kinda cool… i-in a weird way…” she trailed off to a mumble.

Lawrence had tried to keep his head down in an attempt to remain unnoticed, but it was too late, the girl had already spotted him. He looked up with a grin, it was hard not to laugh after seeing her jump like that. It usually just confused people, causing them to lose their place, which was also funny, seeing the frustration. Lawrence stood, walking over to the table and sitting on it. "Yes, that was me." He laughed, she seemed so scared. He picked up the book and flipped through the pages. "I..." He started. "Am an air elemental, well, apparently. It's in my file, anyway." Lawrence was pleased with her reaction, but he decided he'd like just a little bit more."See those books over there on that shelf? Well, I'm going to make them fall off the wall." He grinned, focusing hard on the books and pushing ten or so off the shelf. He was delighted that it had worked, sometimes books gave him a hard time. "And thank you, most people don't find it cool, they find it annoying. I can see why. I'm afraid I've caused you to lose your place..." He  smiled, this was very, very amusing. 

Lawrence smiled. "Thank you." He looked into one of the mirrors. This suit was nice... But he had liked the black one better. He picked it up, examining it further. "There's no occasion, I just like wearing formal attire. It makes me feel like I'm an adult, rather than the twenty four year old college student I am. " He took the suit and stepped back into the dressing room. 

Lawrence laughed loudly. "I'm sorry, did that sound like an offer? Well if it did, it wasn't." Lawrence had liked this man... Had. "Listen, I appreciate the compliment however forced it may be, but I'm not twelve, I'm twenty four." Lawrence was used to being teased about his young face, some people might take offence, but Lawrence loved it. When everyone else was old and grey, Lawrence had the hope he would look younger than all the rest. He walked to the door, swinging it open. "Look, I have things to do.." He said, pointing to one of the bags on the floor. "But it was a pleasure talking with you. Oh and uh, watch your step. You dropped a bit of that enormous ego at the door." He said with a smile. 

Damon let out a loud laugh and picked his stuff back up. “Nah man, you’re not my roommate unless in the nighttime you become tall and handsome with dark hair and you’re a wonderful fuck.” He told the stranger with a laugh, finding the situation highly funny. He looked the stranger up and down, nodding his head in slight appreciation. The blonde was attractive, though his face was slightly pinched. “I’m Damon.”

Lawrence froze. He hadn't entirely been paying attention to what the taller man had been saying, but he was now aware that there was more to what he had said. Shit, he thought. Not even two minutes with him and you've already fucked up. Lawrence sighed, it was too late. Vesper had already realized he wasn't entirely focused. "Um... Yes, sorry I was a bit distracted, new setting and all. And uh no need to apologize... I suppose. Although knocking is always nice." He looked down. Now he was just embarrassed, but also curious. He had never met his room mate, although he would eventually, but why did Vesper need him? And why didn't he knock? Also, why was he so distracting...? Jesus, Lawrence, snap out of it! He was over thinking things, and it wasn't really any of his business what this man wanted with Sydney, his supposed room mate. Lawrence regained some control and tried to speak with composure." I'm not entirely sure who Sydney is, but according to my papers, he stays here. And yes, I am his new room mate, which means that if you're going to be coming here, knocking would be appreciated." Lawrence tossed the cord onto the bed, and when he looked back, Vesper had come closer making the large gap between them smaller. This caught him off guard... What did he ask me? Lawrence wondered. He knew there had been something else, but the other mans closeness was making it hard for him to focus. My name!  He took a deep breath, finally finding his composure. "My name..." he said, with a grin. "Is Johnsen, Lawrence Johnsen. But as I said before, I'm not one for formalities so Lawrence will work just fine.." Lawrence sighed. The bitch act was not going to work with Vesper...

Oh, Lawrence thought. This one was... Especially handsome, and polite too. He opened his mouth to say something but no words followed. Why was he here? Maybe... Looking for the other person living here...? Yes! That was it, he decided. Lawrence tried to gather his composure, staring at the stranger. "Uh... Yes, hello... Um... Vesper." Lawrence mumbled. He frowned. Lawrence felt so... Average next to this man. Lawrence was average height, average build, he had blonde hair and blue eyes and other than his weird air control ability... He was just a normal man. Vesper, however, was definitely not average. It was slightly... Intimidating. Lawrence smiled, however intimidating it may be, he still liked Vesper. He shook his head, trying to snap out of his day dream and smiled. "Well, it's very nice to meet you Mr. Sullivan, but no, I'm not one for formalities. I'll just stick with Vesper, if you don't mind." Lawrence walked toward the man and picked up the cord he had thrown, holding it up. "I'd say I'm sorry for hitting you with this but... You walked into it. So I'm not. But while we're chatting, would mind telling me what the hell you're doing in my room?" Vesper wasn't his room mate, his papers said his room mates name was... Sydney. Lawrence raised an eyebrow. The more he saw of Vesper, the more curious he became...

Lawrence groaned. This school was nice, very nice actually, but why did there have to be so many fucking stairs? He hated stairs, he hated walking, and he hated being lost. In fact, there wasn’t much about this place that wasn’t annoying the shit out of him. “Jesus Christ, could this place be anymore over the top?” He huffed, still making his way to his assigned room. He was told upon arrival that he would have a room mate, an annoying one if he had to guess. Everyone here seemed so up their own ass, telling him the school was bad, being angry at him for not liking it… Oh well, some of them were nice. Lawrence looked at his papers, he was at the right room! He fumbled with the key and opened the door. The room was nice, it had two beds, assorted furniture, and places for his things. He started to unpack, smiling as he did so. It was nice to have a change, well, a total change of location. He dragged his bag over to the nightside table by his bed, opening it and taking things out one at a time. He pulled his phone charger out and threw it over his shoulder, hearing it hit someone behind him before making contact with the floor. Lawrence turned around slowly. “Who the hell are you and why are you in my room?”

Lawrence let out an angry huff. Was this his room mate? It must be, the other side of the dorm did looked lived in. He glanced at the papers on his bedside table, then looked back at the stranger. "Listen.." Lawrence started. "If we are going to be living in close proximity, there will be rules. Rule number one, get your shit off my bed." He smiled. He had predetermined that he was going to be extra mean to the cute ones, maybe try and play hard to get or something. Lawrence replaced his smile with a frown, wondering why his 'new friend' had what looked like... Automobile parts..? Jesus.. Everyone here was weird as hell.

"I am not a dog. Do not treat me like one, skippy.”

Lawrence grinned "What gave it away? Is it my hair? I suppose a trim wouldn't hurt.." He trailed off, a smile still lingering on his lips. 

"I’m sorry, not really but      are you always this annoying?”

Lawrence was getting annoyed. Everyone here either had a stutter or couldn’t speak english. He frowned, allowing his mouth to drop open slightly. “What… The actual fuck does ‘shiznat’ mean…?”

"I am not a dog. Do not treat me like one, skippy."

Lawrence smirked. “I’m sorry, love. I must’ve been talking out loud. Ignore me.” He grinned. This school was more fun than he had anticipated.