+ GAVE ME NIGHTMARES

[Angelo Elden Reese]

trying hard to capture the moment,
this morning i don't know…

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Angelo often dreamed and had nightmares. He never knew which it would be, but sometimes a nightmare or dream would come back over and over. The dreams were wonderful with repetition; the nightmares were horrible, often including very odd and obscure images even to his mind. Angelo had a policy for how to deal with these repetitive nightmares that wouldn’t leave him alone. He had once been told that a nightmare was a message that had a need to be told or exposed. That same person had expressed the use in painting a nightmare to satisfy the subconscious thoughts and give them notice. Angelo hated painting, but that path had worked for him well so far.

So the previous day, at 8 in the morning, he had wondered over to the Wright Brother’s dorm. His hands were loaded with supplies, somehow he managed to juggle his massive amount of paint tubs (thankful for his many varying shoulder bags and back packs), his brushes, his paints, a ridiculously large wad of newspaper and a really large canvas which he had to carry very meticulously from his dorm to this one. Mind you it wasn’t far. So when he had been let in Angelo had set up in the corner, smothering the walls with taped on newspaper, the floor with layers and layers of newspaper and a tarp at the bottom to prevent possible paint leakage onto anything under the tarp. It made for a small zone, or a large one if seeing at least 35 small tubs of acrylic paints sitting open and ready to be used on the tarp, plus space for a person could be considered large.

That was yesterday at 8 am. It was now 3:30 PM the following day. Angelo hadn’t left, slept or even attended classes. He was preoccupied with his work and he had spent all that time in their dorm. At first it must have seemed awkward to Nate and Oliver, but for Angelo it wasn’t even uncomfortable. He was too preoccupied with what he was doing.

Now, he lay back on the tarp, which was covered in paint, the wall had small splatters on the newspapers, paintbrushes were sitting in a can of water, one that he had taken breaks to refill in the sink. He had been kind enough to respect the use of their dorm and had made sure to wash clean their sink every time. His hands, clothes, and even areas of his face had paint smudges and splatters. The colours were vibrant and many.

He felt better, like a weight was lifted. He had pounded away at the painting which now sat done and signed in the bottom right corner, with enough of a cushion to allow for a frame. The image contained over 40 human figures, several dark creatures from demons to a large and unidentifiable creature that was a colourful blend of several animals and a man. It sported a snake’s tail resembling that of Medusa in bright colours and scales that resembled a rainbow fish instead. The body was that of a woman, her torso decked out in the same scales but maintaining the human form. Her head was that of a lion, but with horns and a muzzle more like that of a dragon. Her arms were muscled and covered in colourful fur with long hands, too long to be human, and each finger ended in a hooked point similar to that of a bird talon. She took a large area of the painting but left plenty of room for the rest. All of the figures were set up in a cavern setting, starting at a pond and then with levels leading upward toward the surface which was just barely hinted at near the top of the canvas.

Angelo had created a very elaborate piece, and usually it would have taken much longer as he would have been that much more meticulous but this was for him. It hadn’t been a commission so he had no reason to be a perfectionist about it. Though, the forms were pretty damn perfect.

He glanced at the capped paint tubs that were now stacked up in the corner and ready to be packed back into the bags that lay discarded just off the area of newspaper and tarp. Angelo’s hair was pulled back by a bandanna, helping to keep the paint from his head, but it didn’t do much when considering the way he was able to get paint everywhere by some miracle.

He was expecting the door to open any time, and was surprised he hadn’t been severely scolded yet for skipping class or even just bumming around their place. When they were awake he had classical music playing from his iPod, docked on the docker that he had brought with the paints. As they had slept he had used headphones, and that meant even his iPod and headphones were coated in paint. He had become an expert are removing art supplies from the screen of his iPod and found he didn’t care as a result.

His eyes roamed the ceiling as he considered the mess he now had to clean up. He really needed to get his own studio. It would make life a hell of a lot easier with a whole lot less time cleaning up messes. He was tired and completely creatively wiped and ready to just relax and sleep. But first…cleaning! Right…well, maybe in a minute. He continued to stare at the ceiling instead, the glasses he had for the sake of long term small detail work resting in his hand, as he waited for nothing and something at the same time.

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[Oliver Lee Winchester]

As it was a Saturday, Oliver enjoyed an earlier shift at work. As such, he was coming back to the school at the time he'd usually be heading off to work on a school night. There might not have been much that he could do in the actual school building, but he had no problems with spending time in his dorm, especially with just he and Wilbur. Xelios had left the school without so much as a warning, something that made Oliver want to seek out his (now former) roommate, but not even knowing where to begin. He scarcely knew anything of Xelios' life before Riverdale High, so how would he know where to begin? Even Xelios' facebook page had been taken down...

In addition, he was slightly worried as to what might happen when/if he and Will were assigned a new roommate. He hoped with all of his might that it would be another reincarnate, and one that he and Will could at least get along on decent terms with, like he had with Xelios. Things with Xelios were sometimes awkward, but Oliver had to admit that things could have been a lot worse. Now that Xelios was gone...they very well might. Not a pleasant thought by any means.

There was always the attic too, if he could find a member of the Leader's Panel. This was usually not too hard of a feat for Oliver. As a recruiter, he was on good terms with most of the Leader's Panel (though he'd probably never join the ranks himself, owing to his disposition), and had two of them on his speed dial. It was with a smile on his face, then, that Oliver rode onto the school grounds on his bike. He'd only be able to enjoy the pleasure for a few weeks more, before winter came to set in and the bicycle season left with it. So why not enjoy it? It wasn't like he was old enough to have a license yet (despite the fact that he had more driving experience than any of the 'normal' juniors or seniors who attended Riverdale...and some of the reincarnates as well). Maybe he'd have to suck it up and just bike to work even in the winter. Either way, it was a path he wouldn't have taken for his old job. This job, however, utilized skills that he had and activities that he loved. Maybe it wasn't as in depth as he would have liked, but he was still a mechanic, and it beat being a stock boy any day of the week. The pay was a tad better too.

He wondered if Angelo would still be at the dorm when he returned. The reincarnated Renaissance artist had stopped by the day before and showed no signs of leaving any time soon. Not that Oliver had an outright problem with this, honestly. Sure, Angelo had worked through the night, but how could Oliver complain about that when, on many occasions, he had an idea that would keep him up through most of the night? Angelo respected their need for sleep and used an iPod, but even if he hadn't, there were always earplugs.

As for skipping class? Pssh, Oliver had absolutely no problems with that. He'd been raised in his past life by a father who believed that taking a break from class every once in a while was good, as long as you were doing someting productive with it. And as far as Oliver could tell, Angelo was definitely up to something productive.

The freshman entered his dorm to see Angelo sitting there, relaxing instead of working. To Oliver, this could only mean one thing - "Finished with your piece?"[/color] Oliver questioned. With the fervor that Angelo worked with, there were only two options as to why he would no longer be working, and as Angelo was not passed out on the floor from sheer exhaustion, Oliver had to assume that the other reincarnate had completed his project.

Oliver let out a yawn in spite of himself, though it really didn't have anything to do with Angelo. It had more to do with the fact that he'd just gotten off of work and needed some time to relax and recharge himself. He gazed over at Xelios' bunk, which, upon Xelios' departure from Riverdale, had turned into a storage area of sorts for Oliver and Nate's projects. That said, something could definitely be said about the level of organization displayed even on this book.

Really, the only thing that bothered Oliver about the arrangement was the mess. That, though, he was willing to live with it as long as Angelo had plans to take care of it at some point. "Do you mind if I take a look? Or is it classified information?"[/color] The corners of Oliver's mouth turned up into a slight smirk. He understood all too well what it was like to want to shield one's work from prying eyes. There were still plenty of ideas and drawings on the part of both brothers that had never been shown to a soul outside of the two of them. In some of these drawings, a secret code was even used so that anyone reading would be less likely to get it. It was a step they hadn't taken since their past lives, but with people like Errol busting into dorms...they could never be too careful. At this thought, Oliver eyed the door and strode over, making sure that the door was in fact locked, before heading back to take a seat once he determined it was safe.

Word count: 951
To: Jez-E with Angelo (and possibly Kat with Nate)
Notes: I hope I gave you enough to reply to. Long post, yes, but not much dialogue. >.<

[Angelo Elden Reese]

trying hard to capture the moment,
this morning i don't know…

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It’d be lying to say Angelo didn’t know he’d be staying longer than a few hours. The sheer supplies Angelo had carted over said that. Angelo was more than a little confident he’d be there far longer than a short visit. But Oliver had offered the space and Angelo had taken the offer. Naturally, he felt more at home with Oliver than his current roommates. Hell, Nate was way better too and Angelo barely knew Nate. That had brought ideas to Angelo, but he wasn’t saying them just yet. He’d had other things on his mind when he’d entered their dorm.

Angelo was also quite surprised Oliver hadn’t been a bit more fussy about the skipping class issue. To be honest, it was a wonder Angelo was in Senior Year. As it was, it appeared he’d need another year and then it was almost a guarantee he’d still not graduate. He’d have to get an extended education to make up for his lack of high school education. Angelo wasn’t academic. In the life he had lived your job and only learned what pertained to your job and then anything else was mere interest. The education of today wasn’t mandatory back then, hell, half of it hadn’t existed back then. So Angelo had a hard time seeing the value of school.

Hearing Oliver’s question Angelo, rolled his head to look at Oliver, the paint on the newspaper causing some of it to stick to his hair behind his head, bringing the newspaper with him as he turned his head. Here merely nodded, not really saying anything. Angelo wasn’t really a man of words. He sighed and sat up, the newspaper still stuck to the back of his head. He took a short moment to pull it lose and drop it back down with the rest of the newspaper. He stood up, the pant on him mostly dry, and not dragging more newspaper thankfully.

Angelo turned to hear Oliver’s other question and half smiled. ”Be my guest…”

[/b] He flipped Canvas so Oliver could see the finished piece. Flipping it took a moment seeing as it was so large. ”I’ve no reason to hide my work from those who know my secret,”[/b] Angelo added, as if it was explanation enough. He propped it against the stand he had used as an easel for the large canvas, that way he didn’t have to hold the damn thing up himself.

To be honest though, Angelo was more than a little relieved to see Oliver had locked the door before the work was turned around. Angelo was fussy about security and it was almost curious as to why. You’d think the renaissance painter had nothing to hide and no reason to care that who he is may be revealed by a slip. But to Angelo, to be known and with the scale of knowledge the art world had on his works and him, he just didn’t want to deal with that crap. He wanted to sculpt! And on occasion he wanted to paint, draw, carve, and do other artistic stuff in peace. Though he wasn’t sure where that would take him, he was positive that without his parent’s money he’d have had more concerns to deal with. Thankfully, they didn’t mind their kid failing most of his classes. Or if they cared they didn’t say a thing about it.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

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[Oliver Lee Winchester]

Looking back, common sense should have told Oliver the same about Angelo's true plans. Still, he'd thought that Angelo would only stop by for a few hours. He should have known better. He should have known that Angelo wouldn't abandon his work to rest when he was in the middle of it. There were still a lot of things that Oliver didn't quite understand about Angelo though, to be fair.

For one, he couldn't understand how Angelo could go around with stains all over his clothes. Machinery was more important to Oliver than the way he looked, but at the same time he always wanted to be sure that he didn't get whatever he was working on on his clothes. In the bicycle shop he'd even worn an apron over his clothes so that they didn't get dirty with whatever he was working on. Meanwhile, Angelo walked around with dust and paint all over his clothes. It was peculiar to Oliver. Wilbur might have been more sloppy than him, but he didn't go to that extreme.

Oliver had to bite down on his lip to keep from laughing as the newspaper went up with Angelo's head as he turned to look at the freshman. As it was, it was impossible not to notice the grin that came up on Oliver's face. Fortunately Angelo noticed and detached the bits of newspaper, allowing Oliver to take on a more calm expression once more.

He smiled when Angelo responded in the affirmative to showing off his work. He was happy that Angelo had found an audience with which he could actually show off his talents. It was one of the truly wonderful things about RSOR. One among many, really.

To Oliver, it was explanation enough. He still wanted to make sure that the door was closed, however. Feeling as though he owed Angelo an explanation (whether he wanted one or not), Oliver decided to be level with him on the matter. "Errol busted into this dorm a few months ago. Ended up uncovering one of Will and I's remote control devices and...caused quite a ruckus."[/color] He shook his head, unable to hide the look of bitterness that crossed his face. Though knowing Angelo, he probably hadn't heard the full implications of what happened, or that the Anti-RSOR had gone so far as to draw a sort of connection between Oliver's two lives. Though fortunately they did not recognize it as such. Oliver almost wondered if he should find a way to take advantage of what they already knew, and throw them completely off course...but that would mean getting a handle on his awkwardness whenever anyone from the Anti-RSOR was around, which was a challenge in itself.

He turned his attention from that to the canvas that Angelo turned in his direction. Both his eyes and his mouth were open at the sheer amount of detail depicted on the canvas. It was fantastic, and to think Angelo had only done this with a day's work. It was most certainly impressive, and Oliver wasn't even sure he knew what to say on the matter. He decided a bit of praise was due, of course. "Well this makes the sketches I saw when I was recruiting you seem like nothing..."[/color] The corners of his mouth turned up into a grin. He was pretty much stating the obvious, but he didn't know what else to say on the matter. The guy was good! And Angelo...Angelo was still a puzzle. Oliver was still trying to gauge Angelo in many respects.

Word count: 605
To: Jez-E with Angelo (and possibly Kat with Nate)
Notes: That felt like a lot of rambling. XD

[Angelo Elden Reese]

trying hard to capture the moment,
this morning i don't know…

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Angelo often dropped pieces while he was in the middle of working on them. Sometimes he wouldn’t go back to one for several years. But when it came to painting he was different. Angelo didn’t enjoy leaving a painting unfinished. Oddly enough it reminded him of the long and horrible time spent painting the Sistine Chapel. He liked the solid knowledge that he didn’t need to paint again at all if he didn’t want to and having nothing to complete was part of that mentality. Well that and this nightmare needed to get out and stay out. This was meant to help with that and Angelo hoped when he went to sleep he wouldn’t have it again…ever.

Angelo was still struggling with finding a place at Riverdale. In ways he had been here long enough, having been here a year, to find a space for himself. But something hampered that chance. Being in RSOR had certainly helped things but he still felt out of sorts with just about everyone. Oliver was comfortable enough to be around which was better than his previous encounters. Angelo just didn’t socialize. He couldn’t even explain why. He just didn’t tolerate people well, he hated social games and social rules were obscure and strange to him. He hadn’t followed them when he knew them in his previous life, but in this life he still found them hard to follow as they were always changing so dramatically based on people, place, time, season and a million other factors. It was easier to just not deal with it all…but Angelo in a way wanted to deal with it and actually make some substantial relationships.

So far, Angelo had lived a life with minimal contact to individual people over and over. He had lived holed up doing his work and with only assistants and apprentices to keep him company, both of which considered him to be a bit on the disgusting side. But then again, his personal grooming had been pretty bad, and he had improved it in this life dramatically. That had been the first step to his giving a shit. Of course, he still didn’t give a shit, but it was a start right?

Sure his clothes were still stained, and his hands always filthy with stains. He may always have some sort of substance in his hair and in strange places on his body like his elbow or his upper arms, but that was just part of being an artist. Angelo made a mess and he didn’t understand why he should change his clothes when he’d just dirty the next pair and the next. He had given up on trying to keep clothes clean and his mother had struggled to do that for him at his home in this life. She barely managed it, and when he didn’t care like she did he didn’t stand a chance. He just didn’t waste time on it.

Angelo started picking at the dried paint on his hands a moment as he watched Oliver for a reaction to the piece. He didn’t care much for what the reaction would be one way or another. In this life Angelo had yet to get a negative reaction. Then again, he was a grand master of history in this world so different from the Renaissance. Angelo’s work was legend and none in this world had gone without seen his work in some form, even if they were not aware that they were looking at his work. So naturally in this world and this life, Angelo’s work was ogled at and made a positive fuss over that Angelo felt was often a bit much. Add to that the fact that Angelo only rarely cared what others thought and he didn’t mind whatever reaction Oliver would have to offer.

Angelo listened as Oliver mentioned Errol busting in and explained how things had gone. He recognized the name but wasn’t sure where from. ”Errol…?”

[/b] He said uncertainly a moment before pausing, ”He’s from the Anti club right?”[/b] Angelo inquired, trying to recall. He didn’t care much for most in the school and if they were not in RSOR they were not worth remembering their names. Angelo wasn’t a social person initially and without knowing who he really was people would never understand him. Hell, Angelo couldn’t explain him to anyone who asked to help them understand…Though Oliver was right about one thing, Angelo was unaware of the complications and issues of Errol breaking in like he had.

Angelo made note that when he moved his stuff in his should remember to lock the door. He’d gathered that much. Oh yeah, he hadn’t even mentioned that to Oliver or Nate since he got here. He mentally shrugged realizing he should probably mention it now. He paused a moment before saying anything, trying to collect what he wanted to say. ”I am going to swap rooms and move in here,”[/b] He said it as a mix of a statement and a question. He wanted to know Oliver’s opinion but was uncertain how to ask and get that opinion. ”I’ve talk to my parents, whom I don’t usually speak to and they are donating money to the school on the condition that I be relocated to a more appropriate dorm. I don’t enjoy my current roommates and I’ve made a request to have that room.”[/b] He gestured to the extra space that was loaded up with stuff since Xelios had left.

Angelo waited for Oliver to get over the sheer shock of the details on the canvas. He noted the way Oliver’s jaw had moved and approved of the reaction at least. Angelo was feeling a mix of smug and confused at why he gave a damn. ”Those sketches were quick couple minute works that were just meant to occupy my time. I have hundreds of sketchbooks loaded with images like those,”[/b] Angelo explained in a neutral tone. ”This was far more extensive. Not to mention I’ve had these images running through my head for a few weeks now. They are very vivid in my mind.”[/b] Angelo added.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

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[Oliver Lee Winchester]

Thanks to RSOR, Oliver had found a place. He didn't know where he would be without RSOR, to be honest. RSOR gave him Wilbur and Katharine back. Hell, RSOR helped to mend the relationship between Oliver and Cindy in this life. They were far closer now that the fact that they were both reincarnates was out in the open than they'd ever been. RSOR was a place where he felt as though he really did belong, for the first time in his second life.

To some extent he wanted to extend the same to Angelo, but he wasn't sure if Angelo wanted that feeling of acceptance. Angelo was an intimidating person in both nonverbal cues and general height. Oliver had grown an inch from the time that he and Angelo met, now standing at 5'6", but Angelo still had several inches on him. That coupled with his standoffish demeanor? To say Angelo was difficult was an understatement, and he was sure that he was not the only one who felt that way.

Oliver was certainly impressed with Angelo's work. It was evident by the look on the reincarnate's face. At the same time, though, he opted not to make a huge deal out of it for the time, at the very least because another subject was coming up. A subject he did not particularly enjoy, but needed to be discussed with Angelo nonetheless.

"He is, and he's one you need to watch out for. He and the rest will go to almost any length to uncover our secret. Locked doors are a must."[/color] Oliver stated in a firm tone, his face unusually serious. There was no way he wanted to have an incident like that with Errol again. Otherwise he might have to switch dorms so that Errol wouldn't find him. Though he'd request that Nate do the same...

Speaking of switching dorms, Oliver was completely caught off guard by Angelo's next statement. "You're..."[/color] Oliver's surprise was not so much at the fact that Angelo wanted a different dorm, but rather at the certainty with which Angelo spoke. He'd yet to hear a thing about it, and one would think that if everything was set in stone Oliver and Nate would have heard about it before now. The next part of Angelo's statement provided more of an explanation, though he was still a tad surprised. "Well, I suppose it'll get you away from dangerous territory, at least..."[/color]

He considered rooming with Hayden and Harold to be dangerous, yes. Hayden didn't seem like too much of a threat, but he was still a normal, and any normal rooming with a reincarnate posed a problem if the normal came across something they weren't supposed to. Besides that, Harold gave him the heebie-jeebies ever since that tutoring session.

"We'll have to do a bit of moving around, but I don't see where that would be a problem."[/color] Oliver smiled. He was actually quite pleased with this turn of events as well. He had nothing outwardly against normals, but it was hard to be himself around normals. Impossible, really. He considered his dorm and the attic to be the only two truly safe places in the school, and if a normal moved in, his dorm would be taken away. If anything like the incident with the keys happened again, that removed the attic...and Oliver would have no idea what to do. At least he and Wilbur would be able to store all of their projects in the room still. Though if Angelo used the closet he'd probably be a bit puzzled as to why various assembled parts of a hang glider came tumbling out...

Oliver might not have been an artist, but he certainly knew what it was like having ideas floating around in your head that you needed to get out somehow. So he understood that part at least, and understood why a work that Angelo spent more time thinking about and perfecting would be better than simple sketches. That didn't mean that he wasn't impressed with Angelo's sheer skill, however.

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To: Jez-E with Angelo (and possibly Kat with Nate)
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[Angelo Elden Reese]

trying hard to capture the moment,
this morning i don't know…

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Angelo couldn’t deny attempting to be intimidating in ways. He knew he could be very daunting for some and he played on it a lot of the time to keep people away from him. At the same time he did want to be accepted and seen for who he was. It was harder for him when he didn’t want to make the steps himself. Angelo had found that Oliver’s pushing to get him into RSOR had given him someone to sort of consider a friend. Well, not a friend per say but Oliver was someone Angelo didn’t mind so much and who had sort of forced his way in and accepted that Angelo was the way he was…or at least Angelo was pretty sure Oliver thought that way. He couldn’t be sure.

Angelo listened to what Oliver had to say about Errol, assuming it to be true. He knew that Anti-RSOR was a plague on RSOR and he tried to keep himself informed about their movements. Angelo was very particular about security and so far, he was pretty sure Anti-RSOR was unaware of his involvement in RSOR. He hadn’t been pestered and Anti-RSOR would be sorely mistaken if they ever tried to pump him for information. Angelo was not a nice guy when you were on his good side half the time let alone his bad side.

”Locked doors have always been a preference of mine regardless. Better safe than sorry…and they’ll be sorry if they end up discovering my involvement…”

[/b] and Angelo meant it. He also knew if they tried to use his involvement they’d regret it later. Angelo would find a way to get them back for anything they instilled on him.

Angelo paid close mind to Oliver’s reaction to his proposal about the dorm change. He was still waiting for his second-mother to take action. She was always attentive to Angelo just wanting a connection to him. Angelo was a little off set by her and he found he pitied her. He couldn’t be the son she wanted him to be and he felt far from the likes of a child or a teenager. He was an old man and far from needing parents to fuss over him. No, she was better off with him remaining detached because as soon as he could manage it he would be gone from his second-parents’ lives and living separate and alone again. It was better if they didn’t get too attached to him.

He noted that Oliver appeared surprised and Angelo wasn’t at that seeing as it hadn’t been put through to the school quiet yet. But give it a bit of time and it would be. ”It would. And it means I won’t be pestered when I attempt to create something. Not to mention the intentional irritation from Hayden is a bit much to deal with…”[/b] Angelo explained. He hated how Hayden tried to get a rise out him. It was irritating as all hell.

Angelo couldn’t deny he was pleased to have Oliver’s approval. Strange as it was, Angelo did somewhat care what Oliver thought and he tried to force that from his mind. He was Michelangelo and he didn’t need anyone’s approval. Though Angelo was also sure that Orville and Nate wouldn’t question his artistic endeavours and it meant he wouldn’t have to hide quite so completely. That in itself was a gift.

”Good to hear. I am hoping to get established next week.”[/b] Angelo explained. He was once again picking dried paint off his fingers irritably. Paint started to itch after a while and he paint on his arms and hands were irritating his skin. He didn’t care enough to fuss and eventually stopped picking at the paint altogether.

”I’ll be leaving these supplies here for now. That way I don’t have to move them back here later. Is that alright?”[/b] He asked. He didn’t specify that he would clean it up. He intended to and he figured it went without saying. Angelo didn’t want to have to deal with the mess later. That would be a pain in the ass.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

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[Oliver Lee Winchester]

It was strange to think back on how Oliver and Angelo's friendship began. In any other circumstance, Oliver likely would have given Angelo a wide berth after Angelo made it clear at their first meeting that he didn't like Oliver prying. It was Oliver's duty as a recruiter that forced him to keep pushing, however, and now Oliver and Angelo were on quite good terms. That said, he never wanted to go through another recruit like Angelo's again. That was just too stressful!

Oliver couldn't help but arch an eyebrow at Angelo's comment of 'they'll be sorry'. It wasn't so much that he didn't believe Angelo (because if Angelo was intimidating normally, he could only imagine how intimidating Angelo could be if he were actually riled up. At the same time, Oliver felt a bit of satisfaction when he heard the words. If Angelo wanted to move to Oliver and Nate's dorm, that meant some added security, which Oliver certainly wasn't upset about. In fact, the thought of Errol breaking into the dorm only to find Angelo, and a particularly wrathful Angelo at that...well, it was a pleasant mental picture.

Oliver shook his head. "Hayden doesn't do that so much with me, but I can certainly say I understand the feeling thanks to Errol. Some people just don't know when to back off."[/color] Unfortunately, Errol knew that he didn't need to back off because there wasn't much Oliver could do to get Errol to back off. Oliver was not a fighter, he was an inventor. That meant that he couldn't defend himself as well as some of the other RSOR members, though he thought that the hand zapper made for a good defense when he needed to use it. When it didn't develop a short and shock him, of course.

It was also a tad amusing that the two were discussing not knowing when to stop when Oliver gave that impression to Angelo during the recruiting process. In reality, Oliver had wanted to back off early on, but he couldn't do so when he was almost positive that Angelo was a reincarnate.

Oliver responded with a nod at Angelo's assertion that he was hoping to move in the following wee. Oliver was pleased with that, as it gave Nate and himself time to tidy up a bit before welcoming their new roommate. Not that Angelo was one to really care much for tidiness, but it seemed like the polite thing to do. Besides, Oliver and Nate did have to move a few things around to ensure space for Angelo, at least if this was to become a permanent situation.

Another nod. "Yes, that is fine. I don't see the point of packing it all up just to bring it back in a week. Do you have an exact date for when you plan to move in?"
[/color] That would be helpful for planning purposes, although it was not essential. Really, Oliver was just curious as to when to expect Angelo so that he and Nate weren't caught by surprise one day.

Word count: 521
To: Jez-E with Angelo (and possibly Kat with Nate)
Notes: Actually finished this a few days ago...just didn't get it put up. XD

[Angelo Elden Reese]

trying hard to capture the moment,
this morning i don't know…

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Angelo didn’t think too much on how he and Oliver met. He also often overlooked the fact that by technical standards of what a friend was defined as, Oliver was as close to a friend as Angelo had. Oliver looked out for Angelo’s interests and understood him better than anyone else, even if he didn’t really understand him. Then again, who did understand Angelo? Angelo kept to himself and that prevented people from understanding him, not to mention he often drove people further away from him.

Angelo and Oliver were generally not compatible. Angelo was a loner, he kept to himself and avoided people. Oliver was also the type to keep to himself, though he was more social than Angelo would ever be. The two of them were an unlikely set of friends…though Angelo still didn’t recognize them as friends.

Angelo knew that he could easily intimidate most people. In fact, most people directly avoided him. Before RSOR everyone avoided him because it was easier and Angelo gave enough push to prevent social contact. But if Anti-RSOR ever found out who he was, or if they ever started pressing him for information, they’d be intently sorry. Angelo would make sure of that. He may not be a warlord, or know how to use a sword or a gun, but he has his own ways to be detrimental. Not to mention he was more than a match for a group of normals.

Angelo listened to Oliver’s take on Hayden and shrugged. ”He likes to pester me…”

[/b] was all he added. But it seemed Oliver knew what Angelo was talking about or at least how he was feeling. He wasn’t aware of the Errol situation as much as Oliver would think. He knew Errol was bad news and irritating as hell, but he wasn’t fully in the mindset that Oliver couldn’t really do anything to shake him off. It just hadn’t crossed Angelo’s mind that Oliver had no means to intimidate or combat the other boy.

Angelo didn’t really think about the implications of his moving in or about what Oliver and Nate would have to do to get ready for him moving in. Angelo yawned and wiped the side of his eye, leaving behind a blue paint smear on the side of his glasses and his face. ”As soon as the donation gets to Hanston,”[/b] Angelo said. ”A cheque should arrive any day.”[/b] He turned to cap the paints and then shifted them to the side, absent mindedly, the tops of them all smeared with different colours of paint from his handling them with paint covered hands.

Once he managed to get them all set aside he turned his attention back to Oliver. ”Don’t concern yourself too much with the room. As long as there is room for me, my clothes and my art supplies,”[/b] Angelo explained. ”You can still store things in the space if you’d like…”[/b] This alone was exceptionally generous of Angelo given his requirement of personal space. It was his equivalent of a poor person handing someone a gold nugget and saying keep it. Angelo required space, the poor person required gold.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

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•• Words • 525 ••
•• Outfit • CLICK ••
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[Oliver Lee Winchester]

The way Oliver interacted with people depended largely on how close he was to a person, the situation he was dealing with them in, and how much they had in common in general. Oliver fully recognized that the only reason he and Angelo even knew each other was because of the recruit. Otherwise, they'd probably have never crossed paths. Or, rather, they might have crossed paths, but never really spoke.

Even Oliver had some defenses against Anti-RSOR, though he'd rather not use them. He had the shocker that he'd modified into something powerful enough to be considered a mini taser. He didn't like the thought of using it, but in both cases he'd used it against Errol he'd been in a very bad situation. In one case, Errol was attempting to steal his backpack, and in the other, entering into his dorm without permission and generally making more than just a nuisance of himself. Fact was, though, without creating his own protection, he didn't really have much. His strengths lay in the intellectual and mechanical area, and not so much in the physical arena.

It finally hit Oliver just what Angelo was saying. "It's a large enough donation that it will convince Hanston?"[/color] Angelo wasn't relying on simply asking Hanston if he could move, Oliver realized. Angelo's bets were on the donation his parents were providing to the school convincing Hanston. Oliver knew relatively little about Angelo's background, but this most definitely suggested that the Reeses had money to spare.

It was as if Angelo had read his mind on the state of the room. Oliver knew that a few things needed to be moved around to accommodate Angelo, and he was perfectly willing to do this, so long as he and Wilbur had ample warning to get everything set up. At the very least, that bottom bunk needed to be cleaned off. Which reminded Oliver... "Do you have any preference as to which bunk you'll take?"[/color] Oliver preferred his top bunk, but despite the fact that Angelo was taking up residence in this room, Oliver was going to treat him as a guest. This meant that Angelo would get first pick for bunk.

"We'll make sure you have plenty of room to do everything you need to do."[/color] Oliver stated with a smile. He wanted to give Angelo a warm welcome, and certainly didn't want to make this experience unpleasant from the get go. Oliver considered it to be a compliment that Angelo even wished to move to their dorm in the first place. Oliver knew full well just how solitary that Angelo was, and that he was not only accepting the Wrights' company, but in fact chose it over any other dorm? Well, it was flattering, to say the very least.

Word count: 480
To: Jez-E with Angelo (and possibly Kat with Nate)
Notes: Finally finished this. XD

[Angelo Elden Reese]

trying hard to capture the moment,
this morning i don't know…

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Angelo was not exactly a physical threat to Anti-RSOR. At least not in the sense that Isa was, or even Jennah. They were warlords and he was an artist. But Angelo was very cunning, and creative. He found ways to pay people back, and when he got angry, he was more than capable of being physical. Angelo was a tall and intimidating guy and that usually worked in his favour. However, Angelo was more than capable of making an impression physically when the need came up. He didn’t relish fighting, but he wasn’t opposed to it either. If Errol got into this and revealed anything of Angelo’s involvement in RSOR or gained any intell at all while Angelo was here, Errol would pay the price…and he’d pay dearly.

Angelo’s real pay back would be in much more creative measures. He’d work on something more incriminating, or uncomfortable, for the person he was targeting. If anything, Angelo was good at making people uncomfortable. You didn’t want Angelo for an enemy, not with what he was capable of. All his small scale assaults would add up, and it wouldn’t be pretty.

Angelo never thought twice about his family’s wealth. He didn’t care about money or material so it was hard for him to see the value in it. Not to mention he also didn’t see much value in emotional contact, food, clothes…hell…all that mattered at large scale to Angelo was art. So he also didn’t really hide anything on purpose. It was just that no one really knew him or was close to him, so no one was really aware of his life at all. It was fine that way, and Angelo didn’t realize how much of a mystery he became to others as a result.

When Oliver asked about the donation, Angelo shrugged. ”I can’t be sure what Hanston considers an acceptable amount but for such a small request, I don’t see her turning it down.”

[/b] Angelo responded. Not only did the Reeses have extra money to spare, they were swimming in it. His family had tons of money, and Angelo himself didn’t reflect that in the slightest. At a closer look, he had a really expensive cellphone, even if it was smudged with various art supplies and treated like a piece of crap. His clothes were not bad in the least, if you looked past the ruins caused by artistic endeavours. But the biggest clue everyone overlooked was the large slabs of marble that showed up in the RSOR room. Angelo had them sent to the school, his mother sent and paid for them.

Angelo didn’t use this as a means to milk his second life parents. But they wanted contact with him and he couldn’t be what they wanted him to be. So he could benefit from it and they could feel wanted and loved by his requests, as that was all his parents recognized as love. Material desires…such a strange notion truth be told. But there was one last telltale that only a roommate would notice. Angelo always ordered food for dinner. He ordered to the dorms and it was always something simple, small and just within the area. He could eat the same thing daily and not care, but he always ordered it so he didn’t have to prep it himself.

Angelo was surprised at the question of which bunk…he didn’t have a choice before. It had just sort of happened. ”Bottom”[/b] he didn’t say why but it was simply what he was used to. It wasn’t like he was used to sleeping that high back in his first life after all. To be honest, Angelo didn’t fancy the top bunk in the slightest. ”I just need room to sleep, my things will find their spot once I get here.”[/b] Angelo explained as if it was the simplest thing in the world.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

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•• Words • 645 ••
•• Outfit • CLICK ••
•• Lyrics • "Bed of Roses" by Bon Jovi ••

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[Oliver Lee Winchester]

Oliver shrugged as Angelo explained the donation situation. "I don't see her turning it down either."[/color] In fact, the donation might not have been necessary at all. If Angelo wasn't getting on in his room, it made sense that he should be able to switch. Oliver was pretty sure that it worked that way when it came to dorms on college campuses, so why shouldn't it work the same way? If Angelo put in a request to change dorms, it should be granted regardless of whether there was money to sweeten the deal or not.

...that said, having money to sweeten the deal would likely expedite the process.

Oliver himself came from a middle class family. His family had money to spare for small things (hence how Oliver and Cindy were able to afford attending Riverdale High), but they were by no means rich, living in an average two story home with three bedrooms to accommodate the two parents and two offspring.

Oliver was surprised to hear Angelo's hasty response to which bunk that he wanted. He was also pleased, as it involved the least amount of shuffling things around. "Well, that works out quite nicely."[/color] Oliver stated with a small grin. "Darwin had the bottom bunk."[/color] Yes, they'd have to move the few items that had taken up storage there in Xelios' absence, but that could be easily remedied. Oliver did not much care where he slept, though he'd grown used to his top bunk perch. While he (obviously) did not have such a high sleeping quarters for the majority of his past life, he and Wilbur had fashioned loft beds near the ceiling of their camp building at Kitty Hawk.

Room to sleep was indeed the most important, and Oliver already had plans in the works to accommodate that request. He had yet to share the news with Wilbur, of course, though he planned to. He couldn't see Nate being too upset with the proposition. After all, Angelo was a reincarnate, and a respectable one as well (at least, not along the lines of Clyde Barrow, who they'd likely have to watch their belongings around). The only time he could see Nate drawing an objection would be if Angelo were a normal, and Oliver wouldn't be entirely pleased at that set of events as well. Their dorm was their only safe haven during the infamous 'Key Incident' a couple of months prior. While he certainly did not want such a scare to occur again, he still wanted to be safe in his assumption that at least in his dorm he would be (mostly) safe from the intrusion of a normal coming across the big secret. Sure, Errol could bust in uninvited again, but they were taking extra care to make sure that did not happen twice.

On top of that, plans for the first meeting of the Aviation Club could go on unhampered. Dorm 220 was supposed to be the site of the first meeting.

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To: Jez-E with Angelo (and possibly Kat with Nate)
Notes:

[Angelo Elden Reese]

trying hard to capture the moment,
this morning i don't know…

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ANGELO REESE[/size][/b]
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Angelo didn’t really have much more to say about the money situation. Angelo didn’t know jack about how dorm room accommodations worked. He never went to college or university. He never went to school before now, or at least not the modern sense of the term. He learned through an apprenticeship as a kid, not through an institution and each apprenticeship was different. You fought for the chance to be taught by the best and if the best didn’t do their job, you showed them how it was done…or at least Michelangelo had. So naturally he assumed money was the major sweetener. Then again, his family would have donated more if he had asked for it…

Like everything, Angelo’s choice of bunk wasn’t really a big deal to him. Some would say his priorities were a little skewered but when you look at it, it was more like he didn’t care for the necessities. Food was a bother and something he didn’t enjoy. Sleep was alright, but where he slept really didn’t matter much. If he could get away with it a gain his hygiene wouldn’t be nearly as good as it was now and even then his clothes were always coated in something. Angelo just wanted to create. He had a different purpose than most other people, he just preferred it more when he lived in a time where doing just that paid well enough to make a living. What was he going to do when artists in today’s age didn’t get paid well?

”Not anymore…”

[/b] was the only response Angelo gave. He had no attachment or contact really with Xelios so he didn’t really care too much. He would have comment more harshly but he was aware that generally people were not too happy when someone spontaneously vanished off the face of the earth. Though, Angelo did take note of some of the stuff on the bunk, but found he pretty much didn’t care about what was there. Now there’s a surprise!

Angelo barely noticed how the conversation has sort of stalled out. His lack of social skills meant he also wasn’t 100% on board with social cues. He did have the forethought to remind Oliver to let the other roommate know though, and that was something right? ”Please let…”[/b] Angelo paused a moment. He didn’t know Nate, and that meant Angelo hadn’t even tried remembering the other boy’s name. He did know he was a reincarnate and Orville’s past brother if he recalled correctly. But he couldn’t for the life of him remember a name. ”You’re brother know.”[/b] Angelo finished, his tone with a slight question to it.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

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•• Outfit • CLICK ••
•• Lyrics • "Bed of Roses" by Bon Jovi ••

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[Oliver Lee Winchester]

Living in a dorm was a relatively new experience for Oliver as well. The comment on Hanston's approval was merely conjecture on Oliver's part, but it was conjecture that he could say that he had some confidence in. For one, Hanston was generally a fair person, albeit a bit strict. The most important factor, as far as Oliver was concerned, was the danger of having Angelo in a dorm with Harold and Hayden. Obviously, a separation of normals from reincarnates was unfeasible, but that particular blend of normals plus reincarnate did not jive well. And weren't disputes between roommates usually the primary reason for changing dorms regardless of where you were?

The corners of the reincarnate's mouth turned up a little at Angelo's observation. He could tell that Angelo had not initially meant the comment as a joke, but it struck Oliver as amusing nonetheless. No, it was no longer Xelios' bunk. It would be Angelo's in a short period of time. There were still times when Oliver missed Xelios, and definitely times where he wondered where his former roommate had gotten off to on such short notice. He hadn't heard anything from Xelios since his leaving, and thus was almost as in the dark as anyone at Riverdale High where Xelios' fate was concerned. He could only hope that the young man didn't run into any trouble there.

Oliver, on the other hand, could tell that the conversation was fizzling. They'd covered most of what needed to be covered, and it was clear that if there were any new developments Angelo would communicate them with Oliver. Or at least Oliver hoped that was the case. He'd made it pretty clear that he didn't want Angelo to show up completely unannounced to move in. He wanted to make sure that he and Nate were ready and prepared for it.

The freshman nodded an affirmation to Angelo's request, even if it did come out sort of awkward. Oliver didn't even realize that Angelo was grappling for a name. Regardless, he supplied a name nonetheless. "I'll let Will know. I'm sure he won't mind. So long as we room with another reincarnate, I don't foresee any problems."[/color] Now, if Angelo were a normal switching into the room, the brothers would have to discuss what they would do about the situation, but with Angelo, there was minimal worry. They could still be themselves within the safety of the dorm room, just with a little less room again. And that in itself was worth it's weight in gold.

Word count: 429
To: Jez-E with Angelo (and possibly Kat with Nate)
Notes: Didn't expect to finish this post when I started it, but...I guess I was pleasantly surprised? XD