Surprise!

[Samson Blackthorne]

Dumping the last of his stuff unceremoniously on the bed which he assumed was the spare one, Sami surveyed the results of his labours and sighed heavily. God, he never knew he had so much stuff, and he certainly hadn't been aware that he'd packed so much of it to bring with him, either. Still, it was all installed now, thank Heaven, and the boy collapsed onto the bed for a moment. He needed to take a break before he even considered starting to actually unpack. Where on earth was he going to put everything?

Mikala Palakiko

[Mikala Palakiko]

Mika was over Kentucky! He was over of the cold, over the lack of ocean, just over everything really! And he had another whole year when this one was over! If it wasn't for the fact that he had a sister here that he was still getting to know, he would have gone back to Hawaii and remained there at the start of summer.

He pulled his gloves and hat off as he made his way up to his room, looking forward to spending some time in the warm room. His steps slowed as he saw the door was ajar, a door that he had closed and locked when he had left earlier. Drawing in what he hoped would be a calming breath, he walked forward and entered the room. "What are you doing in my room?"

[Samson Blackthorne]

Lost in quiet contemplation for once in his life, it took a considerable time for Sami even to realise that someone else was in the room. In fact, he didn't actually realise the fact until that person spoke, and the blond nearly jumped out of his skin as he turned sharply to face the door.

There was someone else in the room.

Well, obviously, he'd been aware that someone else was going to be sharing the space; the state of the room when he'd come into it had made that more than obvious. But, he had to be honest, he'd been expecting a rather warmer welcome when he got here. Still, it probably wouldn't last forever... He hoped.

"Hey!" he greeted the stranger brightly. "Uh, I was told to put my stuff here. Got the impression that I was supposed to be sharing with you." He grinned. "Great to meet you- I'm Samson, but I prefer Sami."

[Mikala Palakiko]

Mika arched an eyebrow at the bright greeting, his eyes studying the boy on the spare bed... well, it obviously wasn't a spare anymore. His brows dipped slightly; from's Sami's hair, he would have assumed that the bow was a surfer, but he didn't talk like one, and wondered if the hair length was to fit the name he had been given, but honestly, would people actually be stupid enough to do something like that?

"I'm Mika." He replied, not even bothering to give his full first name, it was just easier if people knew him as Mika. "I like the place tidy, so you're going to find your stuff out the window if you're a snob." He wasn't in the mood for pleasantries. "And don't use my towels." He walked over and flopped over onto his own bed, a little warning from the faculty would have been nice.

[Samson Blackthorne]

Clearly, the guy was less than enthusiastic about sharing his space, and Sami could understand that! If it had been the other way round, he probably wouldn't have been too keen on someone barging into the room which he'd made his own over the last... however long... either. Although... actually, that was probably more or less entirely inaccurate, because Sami was just a big fan of people in general; the idea of not only getting to meet someone new but also getting to know them really well through sharing a room was enough to make him want to jump up and down and clap his hands.

Not that he did. That would have been weird.

"Well, hi, Mika!" He grinned at the other boy. "Nah, I'm really tidy, I promise. And I have my own towels." He hoped. He knew he remembered packing them, but as to where they'd got to...

[Mikala Palakiko]

Mika arched an eyebrow, it was going to be a very trying next five months. "Pets? Annoying habits? Annoying siblings?" Mika didn't have any annoying habits, or siblings, so he was lucky there. Sure, he had a sister, but she wasn't annoying (that he knew of), or likely to just barge into the room either.

He sat up and grabbed his ipad, may as well check to see if he had any messages that needed his attention, and when finding none, he began to look through the photos he had taken over his short time back home during the summer. "And what's with the hair? Do you have to pay for your own haircut and your parents didn't give you enough allowance before coming here?"

[Samson Blackthorne]

The blonde shook his head firmly. "No pets. Uh. I dunno if I have annoying habits or not... They don't annoy me. No one's ever mentioned it, so I guess not. And I have a sister, but she's... OK." Granted, they didn't always get along; there was a marked difference in their personalities and preferences, but in general, they tended to band together against their parents, who were by far the greater evil, in the opinions of both siblings. "She's my twin."

He frowned, disappointed, as the other boy devoted his attention to the iPad in front of him- Sami had kind of been hoping that he'd get the chance to chat for a bit, and get to know the boy who he was going to be sharing a room with for the rest of the year. Still, he shrugged inwardly and pulled out a copy of American Cheerleader from one of his plethora of bags. He didn't want to be a nuisance on the very first day.

But he hadn't managed to get through more than the first paragraph before Mika spoke again, and Sami looked up, his cheeks flushed red. He'd spent the last fourteen years of his life being criticised by his parents; he hadn't expected to encounter the same thing here. "I like it this way."

[Mikala Palakiko]

Mika nodded at the information, not knowing if he was disapointed about the no pet thing, but glad there didn't seem to be any annoying habits he'd have to get used to. "Twins huh? Lucky you." Life would have been a lot different if he and Kona had been twins.

He quirked an eyebrow at the reply to his comment about Sami's hair, and laughed as he held both hands in the air in mock surrender. "Each to their own." He said. "I was just making sure I wouldn't hear any whining about you needing a haircut, because then I'd have to suggest asking one of the girls for a razor or wax." He threw the device aside and sat up, even photos of home weren't making him miss it any less. "Most guys I see with hair like you are waxing their boards and waiting for the most gnarly wave, dude. And, no offence, you're not a surfer."

[Samson Blackthorne]

"It has its moments," the boy conceded, grinning. Most of the time, he really liked having Jo around; she was fun, and the two of them looked out for each other, which was necessary more often than not when they were living in the same house as their parents. Neither of them was exactly what the adults of the family thought that they ought to be, and equally, neither of them had any intention of changing, which just meant that they were even less popular. Of course, there were also times when the two of them drove one another up the wall, but, by and large, they got on pretty well.

Sami laughed, leaning back on his bed as it seemed that perhaps the other boy wasn't going to be so standoffish after all. "Nah, I'm sure I can manage to find a decent hairdresser around here somewhere." Admittedly, the town had looked pretty thin on the ground when they'd come through on the way in, but all these students had to get their hair done somewhere, right? "And no, I don't surf. Don't get on too well with water." He grinned. "But I like to be different."

[Mikala Palakiko]

Mika nodded, though as he really didn't have many experiences with having siblings, other than other foster kids in homes, he really couldn't comment, as by the time he really knew what was going on, he was an only child and memories of actually having a sister were mixed with those of other kids he'd met before being adopted.

"I had mine done when I went home over the summer and then fixed up again when I went home for Christmas, other than that I kind of have to deal with it myself." He ran his hand through his hair, messing it up as he went. "Nothing wrong with being different, I guess." Not that Mika was known for doing things by the straight and narrow. "Do you at least ride?" How could one not get on with water? The body was more water than anything else!

[Samson Blackthorne]

Sami frowned thoughtfully. OK, so maybe no hairdresser. Damn. Well, that was an unforeseen setback, but still, he was sure that he could find some way to deal with it. As to what that would be, he didn't know... it wasn't as if he could cut his own hair, after all; not without some incredibly complex arrangement of mirrors and levers which would probably be very difficult to set up, and not worth the trouble for the end result. Hmm... Maybe some of the girls here could cut hair. It wouldn't surprise him; they all seemed to have an incredible array of weird and wonderful skills which he could only marvel at. Not to worry. Something would turn up.

"Of course I ride!" he returned with a grin. "I'd hardly be here if I didn't, would I?" It was, after all, a riding academy; the clue was in the name of the place. Learning to ride was what it was all about.

[Mikala Palakiko]

Mika was sure he could see steam coming out of the younger boy's ears as the wheels turned in his head. "Chill, dude. Before you hurt yourself." He said with a laugh. "I'm fussy about who I let touch my hair. I'm sure there must be someone local that does hair cuts. I doubt some of the chicks around here would handle months between a trim."

He shrugged as he flopped back on the bed at the boy's answer. "You wouldn't be the first one if you didn't." He said with a wicked grin. "Rumour has it that a girl in Blue House is terrified of our equine friends. What disciplines do you ride?"

[Samson Blackthorne]

Sami grinned sheepishly, running a hand through his hair and leaning back on the bed which he supposed was now going to be his. "Sorry." It wasn't that he was obsessive over his hair, but he did like to keep it in good order- otherwise, it was only ammunition for his father to insist on his having it cut, and Sami wasn't keen on that. Chiefly out of base perversity, it had to be said, but he did like it. He thought it suited him.

Melodramatically, the boy gasped. "A girl who doesn't like horses? Here? Say it isn't so!" Honestly, though, he couldn't see why anyone would want to come here if they didn't ride. What would be the point? "I ride English. Dressage, eventing, natural horsemanship. You?"

[Mikala Palakiko]

Mika shrugged off his roommate's apology, as he didn't care how long the other's hair was. Unless of course, it got to Rapunzel proportions and then they'd be sitting down for a talk. Mika's hair would be longer, if it wasn't for the look of disapproval he'd get from his parents, and quite frankly, he didn't want to chance embarrassing them in front of the hoity-toity friends and find himself in another kind of boarding school.

He nodded sadly. "Apparently she attends because of the Olympic gymnastics coach we have. I think there may be more behind that story though." He shrugged, though he was leaning on it being drugs. "Butch and I do a bit of everything, though during the show season we focus on eventing." That is if he could get the damn horse to behave himself long enough to actually listen. "He's still kind of a new horse for me, so we're still treading the water with how far we can push each other."