#Jean Paul was studying computer science so yeah he knows his way around computer

[littlefankingdom]

~ Batman: Knightfall

People love to write Tim as hyper competent with computer since a young age, but here is the proof he wasn't good enough to foul a computer nerd like Jean-Paul.

[galysh]

Sweet dreams are made of this

“Sweet Dreams are made of this”

August 16th 2013

               The room looked as if a hurricane had hit it, albeit a rather small, and very localized one. Oscar hesitated in the entrance, wondering if he’d unlocked the wrong room by accident. But no, that’s definitely his poster of Assassin’s Creed hanging over the far bed. Letting out a groan, the teenager entered the room stepping around gaping boxes spewing various items and a truly frightening entanglement of electronics smack in the middle of the room, before he reached his bed, and collapsed onto it. He didn’t remain like that for long, instead he rolled over, collected his laptop from under the bed and sat up. The computer flickered to life, a familiar music soon filled the room escaping from his headphones, and Oscar grinned.  He’d deal with his messy roommate later, right now he needed to focus on defeating the latest wave dark spawn.

               The last rays of a dying sun where shining through the window, when Oscar put his computer away straightening up with a yawn, and a joint cracking stretch. He looked around, noting that the room was still a mess, in fact it looked worse than when he’d seen it a few hours ago. He groaned again and his stomach grumbled in agreement, rolling over Oscar fished out his phone, it lit up displaying ‘7:08pm’ and several missed messages. Oscar scrolled through them, most were well wishes for his school year, though his sister wanted to know if he’d met his roommate yet so Oscar texted back, ‘He’s a slob.’ The sun had completely set by the time he made it out of the room, locking the door behind him. At this hour, there were crowds everywhere, mostly of new students, and their proudly braying parents. Oscar avoided them deftly, striking out through the center of campus towards the only dining hall that he knew was open this late. It also happened to be the only dining hall that he’d been to since arriving on campus a few days earlier.

               The dining hall in question wasn’t particularly large, barely seating 200 hundred students, at this hour it should’ve been almost empty. It wasn’t. Oscar felt a glower darken his face at the mass of unexpected students, and he turned to make a strategic retreat.

               “Hey, Oscar!”

               The unfamiliar voice hailing his name was unwelcome, the arm dropping around his shoulders even less so.

               “Where’ve you been, man? I missed you at Orientation. The rest of the group is here, so come eat with us,” The person the arm belonged to clamored brightly. Oscar frowned up at him, the face seemed vaguely familiar but it soon disappeared into the mass of people he’d been forced to see since his arrival.

               “Actually, I’d rather not,” Oscar started to say, but the guy didn’t seem to hear intent as he was to drag him towards a crowded table. It was filled with what Oscar strongly suspected were first years, the giveaway might have been that they were all proudly wearing their new purple and gold shirts. Giving up on fighting, Oscar filled up a plate and sat down at the table hoping that the sight of his consistently full mouth would prevent people from talking to him. His karma for the day must have been terrible though, for no less than three people attempted to talk to him. In the end he managed to escape unscathed, though the meal had taken him for time than he’d expected, and he still didn’t know the name of the guy that had accosted him. Campus has well and truly given in to the shadows, as Oscar made his way back to Northside Dormitory, the only guiding lights were the occasional emergency poles posted at random intervals throughout the school. It was bordering on 9 o’clock by the time Oscar made it up to his room on the 5th floor. Someone was hogging the elevator with their junk so he’d been obliged to take the stairs, and his mood had further soured it didn’t brighten when he discovered the door to his room open and a vivid pink light escaping from it. For the third time that day, Oscar paused in a doorway and questioned his karma.

               There was no doubt that this was his room, his Assassin’s Creed poster was still hanging on the wall, his computer was still flipped upside down on his bed, the furniture in the room was still in the same place, but the rest of the room had changed and changed drastically at that. The only person in the room, the one no doubt responsible for this absurd change, was currently in the midst of dancing around the now clear floor space, hands to his ears. Oscar continued to stare and stare up until the point when the stranger tripped over one of the remaining items and did an alarming 5 step stagger to collapse on his bed.

               “Impressive, I’d give that a 7 out of 10.” Oscar wasn’t aware he’d been planning to speak, until the stranger was sitting up and staring at him, mouth partially agape, with red blossoming across his face.

               “A 7 out of 10? What are you talking about that was totally a 10! Didn’t you see those perfectly circular pinwheels?” Said roommate protested.

               “You tripped over a rolled up rug. Only novices trip over rolled things, pros trip over air,” Oscar replied, the words barely thought before they were spewing out into the air. The part of his brain that gave thought to such things, was trying to hide, mumbling about thinking things through and not antagonizing strangers. The rest of his brain though was still in shock. He made his way over to his own bed and sat down, bringing his knees up in front of himself, as he stared at the stranger who was now laughing. He had a loud laugh, Oscar noted and tanned skin, the likes of which only people who spend lots of time in the sun get. His hair was on the longish side, pulled up into a rather ineffective ponytail as most of his hair was intent on escaping. Like every other first year, Oscar had seen around campus he was dressed in the school t-shirt and jeans. Oscar shook his head to clear it, noting without surprise that his throat had dried up, and the thought of forcing words through it was painful. Still he licked his lips, and cleared his throat experimentally, the only reaction it drew was the nameless stranger staring at him. Any words, Oscar’s may have thought of promptly disappeared.

               “You’re Oscar, right? My name’s Paul. Paul Erikson. Nice to meet you,” The stranger, Paul, said and held out his hand. Oscar gave a nod, letting out a garbled sound to express his agreement, and then reached out to shake his new roommate’s hand. Paul beamed at him and Oscar offered a hesitant smile back.

               “So what classes are you taking? They don’t start till Monday, right?” Paul asked as he collapsed back onto his bed.

               “Yeah,” Oscar replied, he got up, and reached across shifting through the mass of papers on his nightstand until he found his schedule. “Umm, Spanish, Physics, Math, and First year seminar,” He said, and set the paper aside smoothing out a barely visible wrinkle.

               “Sounds fun, I’m taking Italian, Gender Studies, Geology, Politics, and a First Year Seminar,” Paul said. “Are you taking the Civil Rights Movement, per chance?”

Oscar shook his head in reply, “Gender in Science.” Paul looked disappointed but shrugged it off a second later, he rolled over and looked at Oscar almost reluctantly.

“So, umm, I’ve been told that I talk a lot and can be rather loud about my political views, and it makes people uncomfortable so if I’m making you tense, I want you to tell me and I’ll try to fix it. Okay?”

Oscar stared back at him and then shrugged, “You’re asking me to tell you if I find you annoying? I was going to do that anyway, but sure.” Paul blinked at then grinned again, already moving along to the next topic.

For the first time in what felt like awhile, Oscar found himself talking without reserve, so much so that he didn’t notice how much time had passed until Paul checked his watch and looked up with an expression of horror on his face. “It’s 2 o’clock in the morning.” Oscar frowned at him, trusting his confusion to carry across clearly.

“We’ve got orientation at 8,” Paul said, sitting up with a sigh. Oscar shrugged and muffled his yawn in his elbow. “It’s mandatory,” Paul added.

“So?” Oscar asked, “were you planning on going?” In the hindsight the question is dumb and Paul’s face clearly says so. Oscar sighed, he didn’t really want to attend orientation, and the goodies that they gave out weren’t really worth suffering through the amount of people that were bound to be there.

“You don’t like people, do you?” Paul asked.

“I like certain people,” Oscar replied, he rolled onto his back and pulled his computer up onto his stomach. “Can you turn off the lights?” He asked, setting up his headphones again but not quite ready to put them on. Paul laughed in a startled sort of way but then clambered out of his own bed and hit the lights, cloaking the room in darkness except for the light emitting from Oscar’s computer.

“Good night.”

“Night.” 

*Title taken from the song “Sweet Dreams”, Eurythmics

[celestial-leaves]

Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This#1

August 16th 2013

               The room looked as if a hurricane had hit it, albeit a rather small, and very localized one. Oscar hesitated in the entrance, wondering if he’d unlocked the wrong room by accident. But no, that’s definitely his poster of Assassin’s Creed hanging over the far bed. Letting out a groan, the teenager entered the room stepping around gaping boxes spewing various items and a truly frightening entanglement of electronics smack in the middle of the room, before he reached his bed, and collapsed onto it. He didn’t remain like that for long, instead he rolled over, collected his laptop from under the bed and sat up. The computer flickered to life, a familiar music soon filled the room escaping from his headphones, and Oscar grinned.  He’d deal with his messy roommate later, right now he needed to focus on defeating the latest wave dark spawn. 

               The last rays of a dying sun where shining through the window, when Oscar put his computer away straightening up with a yawn, and a joint cracking stretch. He looked around, noting that the room was still a mess, in fact it looked worse than when he’d seen it a few hours ago. He groaned again and his stomach grumbled in agreement, rolling over Oscar fished out his phone, it lit up displaying ‘7:08pm’ and several missed messages. Oscar scrolled through them, most were well wishes for his school year, though his sister wanted to know if he’d met his roommate yet so Oscar texted back, ‘He’s a slob.’ The sun had completely set by the time he made it out of the room, locking the door behind him. At this hour, there were crowds everywhere, mostly of new students, and their proudly braying parents. Oscar avoided them deftly, striking out through the center of campus towards the only dining hall that he knew was open this late. It also happened to be the only dining hall that he’d been to since arriving on campus a few days earlier.

               The dining hall in question wasn’t particularly large, barely seating 200 hundred students, at this hour it should’ve been almost empty. It wasn’t. Oscar felt a glower darken his face at the mass of unexpected students, and he turned to make a strategic retreat.

               “Hey, Oscar!”

               The unfamiliar voice hailing his name was unwelcome, the arm dropping around his shoulders even less so.

               “Where’ve you been, man? I missed you at Orientation. The rest of the group is here, so come eat with us,” The person the arm belonged to clamored brightly. Oscar frowned up at him, the face seemed vaguely familiar but it soon disappeared into the mass of people he’d been forced to see since his arrival.

               “Actually, I’d rather not,” Oscar started to say, but the guy didn’t seem to hear intent as he was to drag him towards a crowded table. It was filled with what Oscar strongly suspected were first years, the giveaway might have been that they were all proudly wearing their new purple and gold shirts. Giving up on fighting, Oscar filled up a plate and sat down at the table hoping that the sight of his consistently full mouth would prevent people from talking to him. His karma for the day must have been terrible though, for no less than three people attempted to talk to him. In the end he managed to escape unscathed, though the meal had taken him for time than he’d expected, and he still didn’t know the name of the guy that had accosted him. Campus has well and truly given in to the shadows, as Oscar made his way back to Northside Dormitory, the only guiding lights were the occasional emergency poles posted at random intervals throughout the school. It was bordering on 9 o’clock by the time Oscar made it up to his room on the 5th floor. Someone was hogging the elevator with their junk so he’d been obliged to take the stairs, and his mood had further soured it didn’t brighten when he discovered the door to his room open and a vivid pink light escaping from it. For the third time that day, Oscar paused in a doorway and questioned his karma.

               There was no doubt that this was his room, his Assassin’s Creed poster was still hanging on the wall, his computer was still flipped upside down on his bed, the furniture in the room was still in the same place, but the rest of the room had changed and changed drastically at that. The only person in the room, the one no doubt responsible for this absurd change, was currently in the midst of dancing around the now clear floor space, hands to his ears. Oscar continued to stare and stare up until the point when the stranger tripped over one of the remaining items and did an alarming 5 step stagger to collapse on his bed.

               “Impressive, I’d give that a 7 out of 10.” Oscar wasn’t aware he’d been planning to speak, until the stranger was sitting up and staring at him, mouth partially agape, with red blossoming across his face.

               “A 7 out of 10? What are you talking about that was totally a 10! Didn’t you see those perfectly circular pinwheels?” Said roommate protested.

               “You tripped over a rolled up rug. Only novices trip over rolled things, pros trip over air,” Oscar replied, the words barely thought before they were spewing out into the air. The part of his brain that gave thought to such things, was trying to hide, mumbling about thinking things through and not antagonizing strangers. The rest of his brain though was still in shock. He made his way over to his own bed and sat down, bringing his knees up in front of himself, as he stared at the stranger who was now laughing. He had a loud laugh, Oscar noted and tanned skin, the likes of which only people who spend lots of time in the sun get. His hair was on the longish side, pulled up into a rather ineffective ponytail as most of his hair was intent on escaping. Like every other first year, Oscar had seen around campus he was dressed in the school t-shirt and jeans. Oscar shook his head to clear it, noting without surprise that his throat had dried up, and the thought of forcing words through it was painful. Still he licked his lips, and cleared his throat experimentally, the only reaction it drew was the nameless stranger staring at him. Any words, Oscar’s may have thought of promptly disappeared.

               “You’re Oscar, right? My name’s Paul. Paul Erikson. Nice to meet you,” The stranger, Paul, said and held out his hand. Oscar gave a nod, letting out a garbled sound to express his agreement, and then reached out to shake his new roommate’s hand. Paul beamed at him and Oscar offered a hesitant smile back.

               “So what classes are you taking? They don’t start till Monday, right?” Paul asked as he collapsed back onto his bed.

               “Yeah,” Oscar replied, he got up, and reached across shifting through the mass of papers on his nightstand until he found his schedule. “Umm, Spanish, Physics, Math, and First year seminar,” He said, and set the paper aside smoothing out a barely visible wrinkle.

               “Sounds fun, I’m taking Italian, Gender Studies, Geology, Politics, and a First Year Seminar,” Paul said. “Are you taking the Civil Rights Movement, per chance?”

Oscar shook his head in reply, “Gender in Science.” Paul looked disappointed but shrugged it off a second later, he rolled over and looked at Oscar almost reluctantly.

“So, umm, I’ve been told that I talk a lot and can be rather loud about my political views, and it makes people uncomfortable so if I’m making you tense, I want you to tell me and I’ll try to fix it. Okay?”

Oscar stared back at him and then shrugged, “You’re asking me to tell you if I find you annoying? I was going to do that anyway, but sure.” Paul blinked at then grinned again, already moving along to the next topic.

For the first time in what felt like awhile, Oscar found himself talking without reserve, so much so that he didn’t notice how much time had passed until Paul checked his watch and looked up with an expression of horror on his face. “It’s 2 o’clock in the morning.” Oscar frowned at him, trusting his confusion to carry across clearly.

“We’ve got orientation at 8,” Paul said, sitting up with a sigh. Oscar shrugged and muffled his yawn in his elbow. “It’s mandatory,” Paul added.

“So?” Oscar asked, “were you planning on going?” In the hindsight the question is dumb and Paul’s face clearly says so. Oscar sighed, he didn’t really want to attend orientation, and the goodies that they gave out weren’t really worth suffering through the amount of people that were bound to be there.

“You don’t like people, do you?” Paul asked.

“I like certain people,” Oscar replied, he rolled onto his back and pulled his computer up onto his stomach. “Can you turn off the lights?” He asked, setting up his headphones again but not quite ready to put them on. Paul laughed in a startled sort of way but then clambered out of his own bed and hit the lights, cloaking the room in darkness except for the light emitting from Oscar’s computer.

“Good night.”

“Night.”