[Trigger] So I guess we're roomies

[Axel Livingston]

Axel pushed open the door to b1 and his eyes fell upon a not-so-big, not-so-small room. It was pretty plain except it had a couple of beds in, Axel stood panting, minutes ago he had been climbing the many stairs that lead up to his dorm, carrying his belongings and his guitar on his back. His shoulders ached, his back was in agony and his feet had blistered in the worn Vans that were on his feet. Axel entered the room and shut the creaky door behind him and decided to take the bed that was on the left hand side of the room.
Axel dumped his stuff on the floor next to his bed and sat down on the bed. It creaked as he sat down and didn't feel safe on it, but it would do. Axel pushed his belongings under the bed except for his guitar which he took out of it's case. It was midnight blue electric guitar which he had been playing for the past seven years. It was one of the things Amanda pestered him into and only now he was starting to really enjoyed it as he had his own freedom over it. Amanda made him see the best tutor available wo was about 80 years old and made him play stupid songs and whenever Axel tried to play something different, he normally got a beating from his dad for disobeying Amanda.
Axel set the guitar on the bed beside him and reached into a lare pocket in the guitar case and pulled out a mini-amp which he clipped onto his black studded belt resting on his jeans and plugged it into the end of his guitar. Axel rested the guitar on his knee and began playing a tune that he had made up by himself. He didn't have any lyrics to it yet, but it didn't matter no one was listening, it was just him and his guitar.

[Trigger [Shotner]]

Trigger walked along the corridor of the hostel with a frown on his face, he coughed slightly and shook his head. Almost as soon as he had coughed a smile blossomed over his face, it was a truely beautiful smile that showed every one of his perfectly white teeth. His haid was styled in front of his face into a sore of mohawk and his eyes were slightly outlined in eyeliner. On the left of his lip a silver lip ring glistened noticeably and made his smile look a little more magical.

Trigg was wearing a pair of black jeans and a faded red t-shirt that had a picture of two milk bottles holding a baby milk bottle that was chocolate flavoured with a label saying "from the stork" on it. The daddy milk bottle was looking rather upset and angry whilst the mummy milk bottle was looking confused and perplexed, the baby milk bottle was grinning. It was Trigg's favourite t-shirt and you could tell by how worn it was.

As Trigg was about to go into his room he heard music. A guitar, to be more spesific. He frowned slightly and walked slower, he pushed the door open and peered around it. He saw a boy sitting on the bed and Trigg relaxed slightly, he strode in confidently, "You're my roommate?" he asked with a smile. He crossed the room and sat down on his bed before looking up at the boy again, "I'm Trigger."