Welcome to Baum {Silas}

[RIPLEY "TRAMP" GWYNN]

Truth be told, there was a new kid on the block, and Tramp--being the ever hospitable, was marching her swanky ass over to properly welcome this new lad to Baum. Gathering up a few bottles of booze, and a couple already rolled joints she packed them into her bag, slung it over her shoulder she slipped out of her room. Was what she was going wrong? The temporary sick feeling in her gut told her it was. She was with Xander now, wasn't she? But why did that idea scare her? Perhaps it was a selfish reason--she was supposed to be strong. So letting down those walls was possibly the most terrifying thing, even letting them down for Xander.

People got hurt, and with the awakening of the one called Wicked--Tramp felt even more withdrawn from the world. It made Angel and Wes' disappearance make more sense. She still missed them, all she had now was Xander and Nahnie. And there was no way that she could break down and cry over her friends who left, there was no way she could let someone else see how much she hurt. And most of all, she didn't want to be alone. Xander was tutoring some brat, and that left Tramp painfully alone. That's when she heard whispers amongst the ladies that there was a new boy.

Rose might call it escapism. Or would she? Angel might have a few words to say about it as well. For now though, Tramp was going to have her fun. It wasn't like she went over intending to do anything. Have a few drinks, share the weed. Afterall, the guy could be one of those goody-two-shoes and tell her no. Pressing her cherry red lips together to smooth her lipstick, she curled her fingers around the bag over her shoulder and let her stockinged legs carry her across the small field to the boys dorms.

She was glad to see that her reputation still preceeded her. It would have been easy for people to circle in on Tramp, now that she didn't seem to walk around as part of a trio. And yet no one dared make the move to yank her bag from her, or turn to report her. Surely the scantily clad misfit was carrying some illegal contraband within her bag, but one stone-cold gaze made the scattered few look away. Oh yes, Ripley Gwynn still had it.

Her lips murmured the number that the frightened freshman had squeaked out when Tramp cornered her. Her lips curled slightly at the thought--Wicked had liked that as well. It seemed that even though Tramp had to share the space, so to speak, Wicked for the most part was content with her host. Perhaps even a little protective. There had been a bit of an argument over Tramp's recent choices, but it was still the blonde that called the shots. Her fist raised as she knocked on the door, before lowering her hand back to her hips. "Welcoming party. You should open up."

[/b] The girl could be loud, but her voice was softer. No need to draw attention. Either way, her raspy voice carried loud enough to be heard through the thin dorm doors as she waited to see the face of this fresh meat.


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[SILAS SCHMIDT]

Silas stood in the small bathroom, staring at his reflection in the mirror. He looked fucking badass. Only two days ago he had gotten his lip pierced. Technically, it had been pierced twice, the same on each side. His snake bites, stud earring and tongue piercing were all complete. Soon, he would need to get a tattoo. But sadly, he didn't want to go alone. At the same time.. It was something he wanted to do by himself. He didn't want to risk crying in front of Serenity, Stella or Addison. They wouldn't understand and he'd have to explain the sad, sad story of how his father died and he wanted this tattoo, so he could feel his father with him all the time. But he didn't want to tell that story.

He stood there for a few seconds longer, vainly looking into the glass, then he lit up a cigarette and turned off the light. Thank God Tyler had never been assigned a roommate. He flopped onto the other bed, making use of the ceramic-bowl-turned-ashtray on the nightstand. He sighed, closing his eyes to rest for a while, trying to escape from thought. Rap music played in the background, a little quieter than he'd have liked, but Tyler seemed to dislike complaints from the other occupants of this hall. He wondered if there were working smoke alarms in the room as he blew out a stream of smoke. If there were, then this school must be full of angelic kids, because he hadn't heard any of them going off lately.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door and Silas's eyes flew open. The voice behind it was unfamiliar, but was a female voice, and that was good enough motivation for Silas. He got up lazily, wondering vaguely what on earth the welcoming party consisted of. Silas didn't bother turning on the light, or removing the cig from his lips. He opened the door and looked around, only to look down pretty quickly. And what a view he had.

A blonde girl with enormous heels, stockings that ran up to her thighs and only a long tank top as what seemed to be meant as a dress stood there, holding a bag. His eyebrows went up slowly, taking in this girl. He decided almost instantly that he liked her. She sort of screamed "danger", which was a synonym for "fun" in Silas' book. A smirk crept to his newly pierced lips and he looked her over a couple times.

"Party indeed. Come on in, girl. I was hoping there was someone like you at this school."

Outfit