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Post by liz on Dec 30, 2016 21:32:18 GMT -5
"Oh," She said, quite startled at the girl's quick and sudden exit. "Well, okay. Lovely meeting you...." Shaking her head, she realized the girl wouldn't be able to hear her and sighed. Not having much to unpack, Eve realized she had no clue what to do now.
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Post by Amber on Dec 30, 2016 22:05:54 GMT -5
heey
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Post by torr on Dec 30, 2016 22:10:32 GMT -5
wee woo wee woo
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Post by liz on Dec 30, 2016 22:10:35 GMT -5
Sup my homies)
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Post by Amber on Dec 30, 2016 22:59:18 GMT -5
Hmn...
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Post by Amber on Dec 30, 2016 23:19:17 GMT -5
you and your kdramas, Scarreh!
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Post by Amber on Dec 30, 2016 23:31:57 GMT -5
LOL I always get it bad when someone else gets me hooked on something. All of the dialogue is Korean, right?
My sister and her friend are obsessed with a Korean band.
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Post by Amber on Dec 30, 2016 23:54:01 GMT -5
I don't really watch any t.v, but when I do, I don't think I am picky.
I honestly have no idea. I know they have been listening to the Big Bang(?) but I am not sure if that is THE band they listen to, lol. My sister got hooked by her friend.
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Post by Salted Squid on Dec 31, 2016 0:01:40 GMT -5
Aah, there it is again: The all-too familiar feeling of stumbling upon a roleplay you'd love to join and finding the spots all claimed
I'll be stalking this one))
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Post by intentional on Dec 31, 2016 0:31:35 GMT -5
hey guys! sorry i wasn't on today -- i finally went to go see Moana and it was soooo good :') ;; did anything happen? ]
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Post by intentional on Dec 31, 2016 0:35:52 GMT -5
the short before the movie was so cute ;; i cried at least 4 times during the movie :') moana is a precious child ;; haha i'll stalk your last post and write up a reply heheheheee ]
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Post by intentional on Dec 31, 2016 0:43:16 GMT -5
[ what even you're just like my friend -- she has NEVER cried during movies or a tv show and i'm here like i ball my eyes out when a dog dies or when something dramatic happens like whuuuuuut hahahaha ;; sorry this post is short -- i seem to be low on muse today ;; on the other hand, i noticed your little blurb underneath your ADORABLE sloth icon and see that you're a slytherin !! and your mbti type is one letter off from mine -- lol hahahaha ]
Spencer stood by the steps, his tall form hidden by the tall height of the boxes that the woman was holding. He did want to help, but her unwillingness to let him help combined with his love for teasing wasn’t making this task any easier for either of them. She intrigued him and Spencer always loved to entertain himself, so why not bother her a little bit more?
This woman was stubborn, and although she told him to remove his grin, the grin remained plastered on his handsome face as he followed her up the steps and to the rooms like a lost puppy. His hands were behind him, resting comfortably on his back, and his long legs took up the steps quite easily. She seemed to be struggling a little with the boxes, but she wouldn’t let him help her.
“You sure about that? I’m sure this task qualifies as more than just ‘a little exercise’.” Spencer said, as he followed her around.
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scar
talk about bb with me
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Post by scar on Dec 31, 2016 1:00:48 GMT -5
[ ahahahaaa idk, i've never been an emotional person i was a counselor this summer, and my campers called me "no emotions maia" no worries, mine'll be short as well sloTHS ARE PERFECT <3 lol, wow you're a feeler though gross ]
Finally, she was making her way up the stairs. It felt like it had taken her forever to get from the car to that spot. Ollie took each step carefully, knowing that it would be worse to stop her packages now than before as they would not only tumble to the ground but also fall down how many steps before reaching the bottom. When she moved to step up but found that her foot landed with a hard tap against the floor indicating that she had reached the top, a small smile appeared on her features. She had managed to make it to the top of the stairs. What an accomplishment!
The raven-haired lass shuffled down the hall, aware of the unwanted presence behind her, wiping the grin from her lips. Seriously? Why couldn't this accented man leave her alone? She had thought that it was clear that she didn't want-no need his help. As the words left his mouth, irritation flickered in her eyes.
"Well, I guess I can just skip strength and conditioning training tonight then, huh?" she replied, stopping in her tracks so that she could spin around to look at him. Her murky brown gaze remained fixed on the lad as people maneuvered around them. What was with this guy anyway? She took another moment to study him, again refusing to let herself believe for one second that this man was the slightest bit attractive. Nope, nope, nope. He was infuriating, not handsome.
After a moment of staring at the stranger, she shook her head, glancing at the number on the door. "Well, if you're done bothering me now, this is my stop."
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Post by intentional on Dec 31, 2016 1:08:30 GMT -5
F is for FEELINGS ;; people think i’m heartless but i’m like noooo i cry at the sight of puppies and kittens i just don’t show it to you bc i don’t know you LOL ;; YIKES these are so short i'm sorry heheheheee]
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He’d taken to whistling as he followed her around. He didn’t notice she’d stopped in front of her apartment, and he’d almost crashed into her tower of boxes, but he managed to not make a fool out of himself. He noted that he was considerably taller than her, although she was quite tall herself. The boxes had made her seem smaller, of course.
His blue eyes met her muddy brown ones in a challenging, amused stare before he moved from her to the number on the door to the one next door.
“I suppose so. But if you ever need a workout partner, let me know.. neighbor.” He grinned as he pointed at the number next door. It was his place, already slightly unpacked. The anatomy mannequin was out and unpacked along with his skeleton model as well as his enormous books clattered around the floor.
“I’m Spencer Wrey.” He finally introduced himself. “And you are…?” He asked, intending to follow her if she decided to leave him at her steps.
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Post by intentional on Dec 31, 2016 1:18:19 GMT -5
[ huuuuuuu FEEL THESE EMOTIONS WITH ME !!!!!! feeling is healthy Lol so do they have different rooms in the apartment ? that's what i was assuming lol sorry for my post ]
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Post by intentional on Dec 31, 2016 1:42:22 GMT -5
yIkES everybody needs to feel my feelings for me sometimes i feel too much ;; emotions are not dumbbbbbb i can’t control how i feeeeeeeeeeeel HAHAAH
okie hehe thanks for clarifying hehe ]
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Spencer almost laughed as her eyes widened up at him in surprise and annoyance. He ran a hand through his jet black hair as he nodded at the woman’s question.
“I’d be happy to help you with exercises. I’m quite the athlete.” Spencer grinned. “Yup. My stuff’s in the room next door. And I think there may be another room? But I’m not sure. I haven’t had the chance to explore much of this place.” He answered nonchalantly.
He hoped that she wasn't too annoyed with him. He wanted them to get along; it wasn't his fault she took offense in his offer for help. He wanted to be the gentleman like he was raised to be. And she hadn't even introduced herself -- of course he'd stick around until he knew his roommate's name.
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[ yikes my posts seem to be getting shorter and shorter and shorter whyyyyyyy huuuuuuuuuuu :’( ]
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scar
talk about bb with me
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Post by scar on Dec 31, 2016 1:53:04 GMT -5
[ i don't like feelings i feel weak blech lololol
np probs shoulda been clearer but then i would have had to write more stuff out and i'm just too lazy for that whoops lo
i have no muse tonight wowl ]
"That was not a request for help exercising!" Ollie protested, crossing her arms as she let out a little huff. Seriously though, what was with this guy? Did he not just hear her say that she didn't want his help? Selective hearing, for sure.. Did she really look like she didn't know any exercises? For christ's sake. The gal was on the college's volleyball team and had been playing sports and exercising since she could walk.
Deep breaths, Ollie, deep breaths, she told herself, reminding herself what her mother had told her any time she had gotten all riled up over nothing. He didn't mean anything of it, right?... Right? She shook her head to clear her thoughts, and offered the tall lad a forced smile. They'd be living together for the next year, so she should probably not try to bite his hand off on the first day.
Ollie glanced at the apartment quickly before returning her gaze to Spencer. "I see... Well, I have another load of boxes to grab. If you'll excuse me for a moment," she finally spoke, realizing that she had been staring at him while lost in her own thoughts.
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Post by intentional on Dec 31, 2016 2:05:56 GMT -5
yikes same hehehehehe i wanna see how ollie and spencer will get along during school hehehe spencer will be doing lots of poking for science lol
OMG I JUST SAW YOUR FC FOR OLIVIA and i’m dying i love her and wong fu sooooo much squeeeeeeeee ]
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He almost caught himself thinking that her little huff was cute. She reminded him of an annoyed fluffy cat, with her large brown eyes and messy black hair. Spencer shook himself out of his little daze and saw that she was also in a daze herself. He didn’t mind her dazing, and he flattered himself because she was definitely staring at him.
He chuckled a little as she started to speak again. He wouldn’t follow her this time, for he wouldn’t want to annoy his new roommate that much so early in the year. After all, they’d be seeing each other for a while.
“Just let me know if you need help unpacking or sorting. I’m just next door.” He grinned before heading back into his room to sort things out.
He liked the new girl, although he didn’t get the chance to catch her name. As he was sorting his things, he found his desk supplies. Thankfully the furniture for his room was here, and he set up everything neatly. He was putting his post-its away when he had an idea. He scribbled a little note on the post-it with his almost-illegible handwriting and left it on her door before heading back to his car. He hoped his note wasn't too forward.
On the note, it read :
Hello, I’m your new roommate. It seems we got off on the wrong foot this morning, and I never got the chance to catch your name. As a peace offering, I request that you give me a call or a text to my number, and I will take you out for coffee.
Your new roommate, Spencer Wrey
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scar
talk about bb with me
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Post by scar on Dec 31, 2016 2:28:56 GMT -5
[ they're quite entertaining lol i see him teasing her endlessly bc he finds it fun and amusing and her getting so annoyed and snapping but i also see them getting along in a fun witty banter kinda way idk
c': yeS VICTORIA PARK IS BEAUTIFUL ]
At his offer, Olivia rolled her eyes and nudged her boxes further into the room before heading back out of the apartment and toward the stairs. She furrowed her brows, running through the strange encounter again as she made her way back toward the black bug parked outside. Mr. Spencer Wrey was quite the odd fellow she decided, and she wasn't quite sure how to feel about him yet. He was a tad irritating, yet his determination to annoy her was oddly endearing. Maybe he wouldn't be too bad after all. Or maybe this fellow would get on every one of her nerves and she'd be forced to punch him in the face. Who knew? Only time would tell...
Lost in thought, the gal grabbed her remaining boxes, stacking them up again though this time she only had five boxes to bring up. A much less exciting challenge but a challenge nonetheless. Olivia shuffled back toward the building, giving herself a mental pat on the back for remembering to prop the door open, and headed back up to the apartment. This tip was far less exciting as she managed to avoid the commotion in the lobby and returned to the apartment without any trips or acquiring any new leeches, hoping to suck every last ounce of her patience.
She stepped inside once more, butt bumping open her door, and set down the load of boxes. A sigh escaped her lips as she took a look around, noticing for the first time that other items were scattered around already. Had Brinn arrived before her? Her best friend must have gotten there before her and set her things down. How had she missed seeing her friend on her way in? Tipping her head to the side in confusion, the dark-haired girl moved to begin unpacking and organizing. She grabbed her phone and scrolled through her playlists before pushing her earbuds into her ears and pressing play.
Music blasted into her ears, drowning out the sounds of the others in the apartment who had already arrived. She'd save the socializing for later-after she had finished unpacking and organizing her side of the room. Ollie danced toward the door to close it a little, leaving it open just a crack, when she noticed Spencer's note. She pulled it from the door and read it curiously, an eyebrow raised as her eyes flickered from word to word. Peace offering? Was he apologizing for annoying her? When she got to the end of the note, an amusing smirk rested on her lips as she searched the post-it for the phone number she was meant to use. After flipping over the paper a few times and rereading the scribble to no avail, she let out a soft laugh and set the paper down. Perhaps he'd just knock on her door in a bit if he really wanted to get coffee.
She shrugged, turning up her music, and began unpacking and organizing while dancing along to the music, lost in her own world for a little while longer.
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Post by intentional on Dec 31, 2016 2:43:02 GMT -5
Hehehhee love their bantering lol
I honestly don't know what to do after this post lmao why am I so low on muse ???? I hate ittttttttt :// ]
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