Computer Room { Roderick + Tamera }

[Tamera Richards]

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It wasn't exactly the time to be sitting in front of a computer screen. However, Tamera was working on a animated short that she had due for class. She enjoyed doing this sort of stuff so staying in late was really no problem for her. Sometimes people thought that perfection was the only thing that Tammy looked for. That she overlooked anything that wasn't appetizing or her taste. It was only half true for Tamera was her worst critique. No one else could ever make her think twice as she could. It was a power she held over herself that others couldn't compete with.

Her short, decorated nails tapped the table as her hand moved the mouse and clicked, creating an animated praying mantis. It was wrapping up a gift. The tricky part was the legs of the mantis; how to get them to move. Her eyebrows furrowed as her trials failed, she shook her head and hushed softly before 'tsking' and whispering to herself.

There was soft classic rock playing out of the computer. It was quiet but anyone could hear it. Anyone but Tamera, she was far too concentrated on getting those pesky legs to move.

"Oh no, not pesky. No, your legs are beautiful..." she whispered, soothing the 'insult' she herself had given to her own art piece.

[Roderick Hastings]

The computer room was nearly empty, as per usual. Roderick had only recently started to come here for a little peace and quiet since the library was becoming more and more crowded by the day with all the club meetings and whatnot. He didn't do much here though, besides reading the latest comics and watching Youtube videos.

Roderick wore a green t-shirt with a cartoon dinosaur on the front and blue jeans with a thin navy jacket. His thick brown hair was beginning to cover his ears, in need of a trim, at least by his standards. He pulled a chair out and took a seat, leaving a few in between him and the girl talking to her computer.

In the time it took for him to settle down in his spot, Roderick studied the girl's project. Computer stuff was mumbo jumbo to him. He preferred more hands-on hobbies anyway. Deciding to mind his own business, Roderick opened a new window and began scrolling through pictures of cats.

He was doing rather well, stifling his laughter even when the kitten missed the couch completely. It wasn't until he watched a video of a man playing a prank on his girlfriend that Roderick lost all self control and laughed so hard that he had to put his head down on his forearm.

[Tamera Richards]

Just one more tweek, one more... Suddenly, the abrupt laughter made Tamera's finger click on the mouse too quick too soon. She turned her head slowly to the being at the computer a few seats away from her. Out of curiosity the former focused young lady leaned back on her seat to see what was so funny. She took two brief looks before turning her head to the male laughing.

Oh, but young Tamera's funny bone was sensitive and she in no delayed minute was laughing too. "That video is so funny." she giggled before sighing. It was beginning to get rather late for her to be waiting outside of the school for her brother, Gene to come pick her up. Tamera turned back to her own computer and saved everything she had done before inserting her USB disk into the slot. The disk was a shaped like a panda; Tammy's favorite animal.

Curious as to what was happening on the stranger's computer, Tamera took a few steps toward him and stood behind his chair while looking down to the computer. She didn't want to invade his personal space therefore she simply stood with her arms crossed and her eyes looking down. She could never understand why these videos and animals, cats in particular, were simply hilarious. "Does it bother you if I stand here and watch?" Tamera asked him.

[Roderick Hastings]

Roderick had completely forgotten that he was not the only one in the room. Her laughter brought him to this realization and he rose his head in her direction to apologize. He opened his mouth to speak, but was caught off guard by her appearance and even more so by her accent. His eyebrows rose in interest as he watched her save her files.

She had to either be a freshman or a transfer student, because Roderick had never seen her around campus before today. Plus, her accent told him that, whatever age she may be, the girl came from across the pond. What really sparked his interest was the urge to ask her what brought her to New York. Of course, he couldn't be so blunt and ask a complete stranger such a personal question, not the way he was raised.

"No, not at all," he replied, surprised that she was so friendly. He'd expected such a pretty girl to pack up her things and storm out, especially since he interrupted her work. "You can take a seat, if you'd like," he offered, scooting his chair to make room for her. "I'm Roderick." Instead of a shaking hands, he just gave her a smile. He didn't know why, but hand shakes just felt awkward if it wasn't school or work related.

[Tamera Richards]

The level of judgement that Tamera had was very low. She hardly was afraid of speaking to anyone. It may sound as if she had no fear when it came to interacting with people but it was just that the human race did not scare her. She was raised to believe that no one, absolutely no one was worse but neither better than her. As a result, speaking to this gentleman was hardly a task.

A smile formed on her small, full face when the young man responded in such a friendly manner. "Very nice to meet you, Roderick. I am Tamera but please call me Tammy." she presented herself using an upbeat tone. She shifted her eyes softly to the chair next to him and said, "Don't mind if I do!" Tamera sat down and looked to him keeping a smile on her face before turning her head to the computer screen.

"You enjoy watching these flicks?" she asked him before resting her elbow on the long desk and resting her cheek on her fist. "Say, do mind me calling you Roddy?" Tamera was used to calling people by nicknames or simply just names. If she knew his last name, she would whip up a quick alternative for his full name.

[Roderick Hastings]

The quantity of friends Rodie has made since his arrival in New York may be great, but the quality of them was an entirely different story. Some were acquaintances, some neighbors, some classmates, and most were teammates. Not to be taken the wrong way, they were good people, but Rodie never spent more time with them than he really needed to, save for Maira and Sam. Speaking of which, where were they? He hadn't seen either one all day.

"As you wish, Tammy," he said turning in his chair so that he sat in it sideways to face her. Resting his arm on he back of the chair, Rodie smiled as Tammy helped herself to a seat. He really liked that she was comfortable with herself and did as she pleased. There was no awkwardness that usually accompanied first impressions.

Roderick gave a chuckle as he glanced back to the computer screen. "Ah, that I do," he confessed with a hint of guilt.It wasn't his fault that these cats were so darn funny. He really did spend much of his free time browsing the internet. There wasn't much to do for a 15 year old boy with no job, no license, and no car. "Not at all," he replied. "I've been called all sorts of names, mostly Rodie," he added with a shrug. Turning back to the screen, he typed in his go-to website for the most hilarious pictures and videos. "Okay this one is really funny," he grinned.