...here i am, empty hands...

[tucker james madison]

Tucker sighed loudly as he pushed the door to his empty dorm room open.

"another room, another school" he mumbled to the walls, as he threw his 2 duffle bags and messenger onto the bed. He scanned the room...generic, a microwave and minifridge, 2 beds, 2 massice closets, etc...etc.

Tuck glanced at the clock noticing that it was about 5ish, he moaned...oh great, another intro speech...

"BZZ BZZ BZZ" his phone vibrated it's way across the empty desk.

'Markworth, Jack' read the little screen. He flipped it open quickly

'hey...i bet you're gonna be excited for this one man.
new shipment of X...meet me at the bar in the Plaza
saturday at 7 PM...and bring some cash.'

oh yes...this was already going to be an interesting year.

[lucas pemberly]

Lucas Pemberly straightened the knot on his tie and sent a hand through his hair, ruffling it up just a little. He wasn't going anywhere special, but as a man who took pride in his looks, he was committed to keeping up his appearance at all times. Besides, one never knew who one might see around school, for all Luc knew Jaqueline Sullivan might be wandering around. If she was, looking any less than perfect simply wouldn't do. After taking a last glance in the mirror, he stepped over the clutter of books and various clothes in smallish dorm room, and headed out the door. Dinner would be served soon, and Luc was on his way to check up on a couple of friends in neighboring dorms.

There was, however, one unfamiliar face amongst the bustle of teen boys in the dorm corridor, a boy who was obviously new. A glance into the room beside his told Luc that his friends were still in the process of showering or lounging about after a long school day. "Come on losers, I'm hungry!" He shouted through the door, and was answered by various rude mumbles. Shaking his head, Luc watched the new, brown haired kid enter his room. New students were always exciting, one never knew where they would end up. This kid might be a potential recruit for the Red Roses, and in that case, advances would have to be made quickly. If he was a White Rose type, his life would have to be made miserable.

Strolling up to the dorm room door, Luc stuck his head in and rapped his knuckles on the door. "Hey there." he called, and without waiting for an invitation, walked in and stuck out his hand for a shake. "Lucas Pemberly, it's a pleasure."

[tucker james madison]

" YES! Damn...lets get this-"

Tucker's thoughts were interrupted by someone rapping on his door, he chucked his phone onto his bed like it was on fire, hoping this guy didn't year his victory yes...but man...some fresh X. aah what a year already. he strode over to where this...what was his name...oh Lucas, was standing and firmly grasped his outstretched hand.

"Hello, i'm Tucker, Tucker Madison, freshman. pleasure to meet you too, what year are you"

this guy seemed to be eyeing his phone laying prone on his neatly made bed... tucker scratched his head and mumbled something about his mom being nervous about him starting new, his british accent getting more and more prominent with every lie he spewed.

[lucas pemberly]

Lucas raised his eyebrows ever so slightly as the boy threw his phone on the bed, as if he was being caught doing something he wasn't supposed to. He contemplated pointing out that texting was very much allowed in the Charles Anthon dorms, but refrained. It was always best to take stock of new people before one started making fun of them. With an amused look on his face, Luc shook Tucker's hand. It was obvious that he was a freshman, of course, not only was he all alone, he didn't seem to know the social structure that went on at Charles Anthon. Although not a ring leader, yet, Lucas was a fairly well known face in what had come to be known as the war of the roses.

"I'm a junior." he said, and with a smile glanced over to the phone on Tucker's bed. The kid seemed rather nervous about it, which was amusing. It was obviously not his mother, like he was claiming. Although why anyone would make up stories about having over-protective parents, Lucas didn't know. It was probably some girl, freshmen usually still had the silly notion that love was embarrassing. "So... a Brit, eh?" he asked, and stuck his hands in his pockets, leaning against the wall. "What are you doing so far from home?" It may have seemed like an innocent question, but really, it was the start in the process of finding out the boy's allegiance. If he had any Red Rose ties, chances were they would become apparent through the explanation of his moving.

[tucker james madison]

Tucker was sweating bullets...this guy could have freaking ties with the dean or some shit like that...if he got caught doing x...man he was screwed... his mind was racing so much that he almost missed Lucas's next question...

"oh, well..." his mind was pounding...should he lie or be straightforward..."i got um...kicked out of my other boarding schools... i-i don't know if i should tell you the rest." he mumbled as he shoved his hands in his pockets... oh what the hell, why not. "ok. well...i guess i'll tell you, i got caught doing drugs at a party...some pictures were sent around, and i got kicked out, bing-bang-boom. i was sent to rehab and my parents thought america would be good for me. but really, the X is better and the scotch is stronger... needless to say i'm not the good kid."

looking up from his feet, he expected to see a look of shock or something, but he got a wry grin instead...

"and that text wasn't really my mom...or a girl... drugs man... good shit too... but you can't tell....like the dean or anything...i can't afford to get kicked out again. if i do i am really screwed this time. i have a lot to lose."