Boom crash bang a new 1v1 rp
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Zeke looked at the figurine curiously. He had never seen a figurine like that before. Most of what he knew about demons and imps were taught to them. He knew statues existed, but not figurines. "Who's that a figure of?" He asked curiously. The sun was started to set outside, so Zeke turned on the light to the dorm room.
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‘The Devil,’ Cifarelli stated. ‘Satan.’ He turned the figure around so it was facing his bed, then looked at Zeke. ‘It’s supposed to bring good omens, if you believe in that sorta stuff.’ Cifarelli walked to his bed and crashed onto his back, propping his feet up on the duffel bag.
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Zeke shivered a moment, but looked at Cifarelli with curiosity when he said that it was supposed to be a good omen. Everything that he had ever been taught about demons and devils were the opposite of what he was saying. His curiosity peaked. "Another question," He said, curiously. "Why is it deemed as lucky?" He peered at the statue, observing it. "Not to pry, but everything I have been told is the opposite of that."
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Cifarelli studied Zeke for a few moments. He wondered if he should tell the strange human the truth, but immediately decided against it. ‘It, er, just is for some people,’ he said, though figured it just is wasn’t a particularly good reason. ‘Don’t think about it too much or the good omens won’t work.’
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(I am so sorry!! Life has been a little crazy here lately!)
Zeke shrugged his shoulders and nodded. He layed back on his bed, and looked at the ceiling. His eyes were starting to droop from sleepiness. "What classes do you have?" He said yawning. He was curious if they shared any. -
(You’re all good, don’t worry about it! :))
Cifarelli blinked. He’d forgotten which course he had chosen. ‘I’m doing the, er…’ He pulled out his notebook and flipped through it. ‘The business course.’ Damn, I chose business?! he thought with disdain. It’s not like he had to pay attention, though. He could probably unleash hell on the planet if they gave him a bad grade. ‘So like, finance, marketing, boring- sorry, interesting s--- like that.’ Cifarelli had a very low attention span. -
"Oof..." Zeke chuckled. "I have heard that course is...not the greatest. I'm going for interior design." He said, trying not to fall asleep. "Don't know how far I'll make it, but we'll see." He yawned, closing his eyes. He was on the edge of sleep, ready for tomorrow.
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Cifarelli chuckled and shrugged. ‘Fair enough. That sounds much more interesting, though,’ he said, sitting down on his bed. ‘You look tired. You should sleep.’
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Zeke nodded, and closed his eyes. Before he knew it, sleep overtook him. His dreams were filled with nightmarish visions. He dreamed he had been excommunicated from heaven. He no longer had his wings, and he kept falling. It felt so real. The air rushing past him as the air pulled around him. Before he landed, he woke up; his heart racing. It also seemed he had broken out in a cold sweat. He sat up, and looked over at the bed across from him to see that Cifarelli was still asleep.
He took a deep breath, and hopped in the shower. He didn't have any new clothes, so he just threw on the ones from the day before. -
Cifarelli heard the door shut to the bathroom. He groaned and rubbed his face with his hands and looked around. He noticed Zeke was out of his bed. He only partially cared, so he rolled over and tried to go back to sleep.
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Zeke made his way out of the bathroom, and looked at the alarm clock that was stationed between his bed and Cifarelli's. It read 7:52. He sighed a breath of relief. Thankfully his classes didn't start until 9:00. He was still going to have to figure out what to do about his clothes, but he would criss that bridge when he got there. He walked out of the dorm room, and down the hall; heading to his locker.
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Cifarelli groaned when he couldn’t get back to sleep and rubbed his eyes. He checked the clock. 7:59. He huffed and slipped out of bed, looking around for Zeke, figuring he must’ve left, and changed into a new set of clothes. He didn’t bother to take a shower. To him they were pointless human things.
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Zeke walked up to his locker and opened it. He grabbed his back, which was filled with everything he needed to do his classwork. He noticed a piece of paper in the bottom of his locker. The edges of it seemed crisp and burnt. Upon the paper was written one word Soon. Zeke felt his heart race in his chest, as he slammed the locker shut. He had no idea what this meant, nor did he want to. He rushed off to his first class, and left the note behind.
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Cifarelli, to be frank, really didn’t care about his first class. He wasn’t even here for school - and he suspected Zeke was the same. Who enrolled in a college when they had no idea of the location? He walked down to his locker and grabbed his stuff, and rocked up 10 minutes late to class.
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As Zeke sat down for his first class, he pulled out a notebook and a pencil. He was early, that was for sure. He leaned back to look up at the ceiling, and starting to daydream. He missed his old life, and being here wasn't something he was too enthused about. The fact that he was showing an act of kindness, and he was getting punished for it was unbelievable, but as they say; it is what it is.
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