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Post by intentional on Dec 31, 2016 3:04:57 GMT -5
[ hehe they're so cute lolol
you're the best scar hahahaha i'm tired so my brain isn't functioning :// ]
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Spencer had left to grab a little bit more furniture and some little snacks to sustain himself and his other roommates during this arduous process of moving in. He bought a pack of water and some crisps in different flavors as well as a couple more boxes for his room.
He set the foods down in the kitchen as he helped himself with a water and grabbed one for his roommate. As he was walking to her room, he could hear the movement of feet against the hardwood floor in an almost-rhythmic fashion. He slightly cringed at how off-beat the dancing was, and his usual-stoic expression changed to one of pure amusement as he saw who was dancing.
It was his roommate, clueless to the world around her, as she danced in her room with her door slightly ajar to the music flowing through her earbuds. He dared not laugh aloud, but he watched, very amused. He was tempted to record it to have it on hand, and he managed to record a full minute of her dancing before knocking on her door to alert his presence.
He hadn't received a call from her in the hour or so that he was gone, which probably meant that she couldn't read his handwriting, or she hadn't read the note. But the latter wasn't true, because the note wasn't stuck to the door anymore, and he opted for his first guess.
"I'm guessing you couldn't read my handwriting, could you? I've got a water for you and some crisps in the kitchen if you get hungry." Spencer said, leaning against the doorway. "As for the coffee, let me know when you're free and I'll take you to a great spot I've found nearby campus." He grinned, replaying the dancing scene in his head.
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scar
talk about bb with me
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Post by scar on Dec 31, 2016 3:20:48 GMT -5
[ eeeee big fan, big fan
why, thank you, i try ahahaa, but it sounds like someone needs to hit the hay ]
Olivia continued shuffling around the room, arranging her things neatly. She danced along, or, well, tried to dance along to the music blasting in her ears. Unfortunately for the lass, she was a terrible dancer. One might say she had two left feet. There was not a rhythmic bone in the poor thing's body. But what did she care? Brinn knew she was an awful dancer, and the rest of her suitemates were in the other rooms, so no one was going to see this mess. Or were they? She moved along, nearly finished with her unpacking, even letting some of the lyrics escape her lips.
She bent down to open the last small box, shaking her hips as she did so, and rooted through the items. When she found what she was looking for, the twenty-one year old stood only to find one Mr. Spencer Wrey standing in her doorway. She jumped, startled by his appearance, nearly dropping the item in her hand. When did he get there? And how long had he been standing there? The girl didn't even want to think about how much of that he had just witnessed.
"Jesus Christ, you scared me half to death," she muttered, pulling out an ear bud. "I'll have you know that it is rude to just waltz right into someone's room without them knowing. And someone you don't even know at that..." She fixed her companion with a glare before turning and setting down the lamp in her hands. "But you really should work on that handwriting of yours. It looked like a completely different language." Olivia turned once more to face the lad in her doorway, wiping a hand across her forehead.
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Post by intentional on Dec 31, 2016 3:28:04 GMT -5
[ noo but this is so much fuuuuuuuunnnn and i got my 6 hours of sleep lolol i'm not thaaaat tired huuuuu ]
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His smile didn't waiver as she stared at him menacingly. She had no idea how long he'd been watching her off-beat dancing, and that he'd recorded at least a full minute of it on his phone. And she'd never know, unless he had to blackmail her for something, which would surely be useful.
"I did knock, but you were too busy... dancing." Spencer grinned, his facial features scrunching up a little at the word 'dancing'. He necessarily call that dancing, but everyone had their own unique styles, so he wasn't one to judge. "And I do admit I have horrid handwriting. It hasn't improved much from primary school, sadly." He said.
He set the water down at her desk and his blue eyes studied her.
"I never did catch your name, Miss...?"
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Post by intentional on Dec 31, 2016 3:54:25 GMT -5
[ lol haha i still have a week more of break and then it's back to the gruesome place I call school :// ]
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Olivia Harper. Ollie. The name suited her quite well.
His eyes caught her blush and that made him chuckle. Somehow she found out that he saw her dancing. It had been a good idea to record her dancing, Spencer, he thought proudly to himself.
"Nice to meet you." He grinned, pleased at finally having learned her name. "Ollie. I quite enjoyed your little dancing routine. And I hope to catch it again sometime, maybe over a coffee?" He asked as he mimicked her dancing of the 'shopping cart' move as he moved towards the door to leave.
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scar
talk about bb with me
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Post by scar on Dec 31, 2016 4:05:12 GMT -5
[ ahh, lucky i signed up for a jan term this year, so i have to head back to campus on the 2nd and start on the 3rd ]
This boy... He would be the death of her this year, she could already tell. Olivia couldn't even begin to imagine the other characters she would soon call her roommates. If they were as annoying as Spencer, she'd surely cry. Her eyes widened at the thought of eight more Spencers, all buzzing around just waiting to pick on her or bother her about something or other.
At his words, the lass let out another huff and turned to find something to throw at him. The first thing that happened to catch her eyes was a stapler. Mmm... Better not give him a concussion on the first day. Maybe in a week? She shifted her gaze and grabbed the nearest shoe she could find before whipping it at the back of his head. Unfortunately for her, the shoe just missed him, hitting the door instead with a thud.
"Damn, so close..." she grumbled, a frown resting on her lips. What was that throw? She wasn't normally that off. Perhaps she'd have to talk Brinn into a bit of catch soon if only to practice for next time she needed to throw something at Spencer's head.
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Post by liz on Dec 31, 2016 10:16:28 GMT -5
Eve sat in the middle of the empty hall, leaning against the main door of the flat. Humming softly to the music, which was not Broadway this time, she scribbled hastily in her notebook, glancing up every few seconds to look at the giant window showing a perfect view of the city. Drawing was her relaxer, while it didn't excite her like musical theater, it tended to calm her down and bring out her mature side that only came out around adults and casting directors. This notebook was her adventure notebook, whenever she began a new chapter of her life she'd draw something to remind her. It was never people, mainly because no one stocked around when they discovered just how passionate was when it came to anything artistic. When it came to expressing herself, while very talkative, Eve could never find the right words. Art seemed to be the only way to get a message across.
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Post by intentional on Dec 31, 2016 13:23:04 GMT -5
[ yikes sorry for falling asleep hehe but that sucksssss heading back to school so soon ????? :// ]
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As Spencer headed back to his room, he heard a thud on the door behind him, at the same height as his head was. He smirked at the action, but didn't reply back as he went to unpack his furniture and finish up tidying his room.
Ollie was very similar to his immediately younger sister, whom he liked to tease and annoy very much. She often had tantrums and he would get in trouble whenever he annoyed her by their parents, but he always did so anyways. It was his source of entertainment. But bothering Ollie would have to become a hobby instead of a full-time job.
Yes, he liked to tease, but he'd come to college to study and become a doctor. He most certainly wouldn't have time to bother her all day once the term started. In fact, he'd be the most quiet one here, and would become the night owl thanks to the incredible amount of studying he would have to do.
Spencer unpacked the last of his furniture, finished placing the books on his shelves and finished his closet work and sat down on the beanbag chair in the corner. He looked over his room, proud of how it looked, and he grabbed an extra set of clothes and hopped in the shower.
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scar
talk about bb with me
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Post by scar on Dec 31, 2016 13:40:44 GMT -5
[ no probs, bobs it was like 3am so i needed to go to bed too haha
yeah just have one class,so it shouldn't be too bad though it's at 8am... ]
When she was sure he had gone, Olivia pushed the ear buds back and pressed play once more. She made sure to shut the door all the way before returning to her organizing and dancing party for one. She didn't need another stranger witnessing the hot mess of her dance moves. It was unfortunate for her that Spencer had been the one to walk in on that. Why couldn't Brinn have been the one to stumble upon the sad dancing? Shaking her head, she forced the thoughts out of her head and began her finishing touches on her part of the room.
Once she had finished, the raven-haired lass fell onto the floor, spreading her legs and arms out, back against the floor. Whoofta, what a task that was. She stared up at the ceiling silently as music continued to blare into her ears, droning out the rest of the activity in the apartment. Perhaps it was time to meet the others?
But before she could do that, the twenty-one year old needed to clean up. She hadid worked her booty off organizing and unpacking and had actually worked up a bit of a sweat. Just as she was about the stand and grab fresh cloths, she remembered that she needed to head to the gym for a workout Late in the day anyway. She couldn't let down on her exercising if she wanted to make sure she got playing time thar season. After a moment of the mental back and forth, she decided on showering anyway and talking another soak when she finished her daily workout.
Lifting herself from the floor, Olivia shuffled to the closet, pulling out an old volleyball tee, some running sorts, and a pair of black crew socks, before making her way to the bathroom for a quick shower.
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Post by intentional on Dec 31, 2016 13:52:38 GMT -5
[ yiiikes i hate high school for making us get up at 6/7am for dumb classes at 8am :// when i graduate this year i will be soooo happy UGH ]
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Spencer hummed a tune as he showered in their new bathroom. It was a nice shower, and short-lived for he hated it when his skin got too prune-like. He got out of the shower after ten minutes of showering, and rummaged the steam filled room for his clothes. He rubbed some lotion on as the steam began to clear and he saw that he'd forgotten to bring a shirt.
At least it wasn't his pants. And he was a guy, so what did it matter anyways?
He finished cleaning up the bathroom before letting the towel sit on top of his shoulders to catch the droplets that fell from his hair. He opened the door, letting the steam out, and instead of walking back into the room, he walked towards the kitchen to grab another water.
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Post by torr on Dec 31, 2016 13:58:31 GMT -5
hello friends ~
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Post by intentional on Dec 31, 2016 13:59:18 GMT -5
[ i will be poofing for a bit for i have to go to the airport to pick up someone but i will be back in a few hours ]
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scar
talk about bb with me
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Post by scar on Dec 31, 2016 14:07:56 GMT -5
[ lol ew early mornings i was such a slacker my senior year--didn't have a first hour class, so didn't get to school until around 9:30 but now my earliest classes are 9:10 and i only have one class on t/th at 2:40 lol college life, man ]
At the sound of feet in the hallway, Olivia looked up to find a shirtless Spencer making his way toward the kitchen. She furrowed her brown, fixing her gaze on the tall lad curiously. It wasn't like she had never seen a shirtless man before, but for whatever reason she hadn't expected to see one strolling through he apartment. Well, not so early on.
After a moment, she found her tongue. "Ahhh, my poor, innocent eyes!" she called down the hall, shielding her eyes jokingly.
[ short short short phone replies = lazy replies ]
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Post by liz on Dec 31, 2016 15:02:46 GMT -5
Eve is sitting outside the flat if anyone wants to stumble upon her. She's leaning against the front door. )
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Post by Amber on Dec 31, 2016 18:45:37 GMT -5
Heeeeellooo
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Post by intentional on Dec 31, 2016 21:16:12 GMT -5
[ back back back that one errand turned into multiple errands lol --- will post a reply asap ! ]
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 31, 2016 21:17:50 GMT -5
((Happy new year all!! ^.^))
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Post by intentional on Dec 31, 2016 21:22:26 GMT -5
As Spencer made his way to the kitchen, he almost jumped at the sudden sound of Olivia's voice. He looked around, moving his wet, dark hair out of his eyes to see that she was indeed out of her room and covering her eyes.
"I don't believe your eyes are that innocent." Spencer shot back with a grin as he continued to the kitchen.
He opened the fridge to grab a water and an apple that was on the counter in a bowl. He bit into the crisp apple, enjoying the sound as he stared at the shorter woman.
"If you're going to shower, turn the knob left for the hot water. The knob is sort of misleading." Spencer lied, for his own amusement, and he covered his smirk with the large apple that he was currently biting into.
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Post by torr on Dec 31, 2016 21:27:32 GMT -5
pro tip: never work at a fast food chinese place on new year's eve
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Post by torr on Dec 31, 2016 21:36:23 GMT -5
u wild
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Post by Amber on Dec 31, 2016 21:42:40 GMT -5
Toorrrr Heeey
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Post by torr on Dec 31, 2016 21:46:06 GMT -5
heeeeeeeeyyyy
IM SORRY OK IM GONNA TRY TO GET IT UP BEFORE THE NEW YEAR
go home scareh ur drunk
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 31, 2016 21:52:41 GMT -5
'Yeah, I don't really need to either,' Cain agreed, 'but I enjoy working. 'I feel like I'm making myself useful; contributing, I suppose. And I prefer to be on my feet... I'm always on the go and my head is always racing, so it helps when I'm in a fast paced environment. I got a job at the coffee shop down the road- Chronos Cafe- for days I'm not at college, and I got one at the pub a block over- The Ravens ring- for nights.' He seemed content to speak about work and his daily activities, and it was slowly becoming clear that his social anxiety might actually be caused by a lack of an actual social life. He'd been on his feet almost his entire life, and he preferred it that way. 'I might have to stop by sometime.' He then grinned, looking up at him. 'So what job did you get? Ticket master? Cleanup? Working the food?' (Sorry for not replying, and for the short length ;_; New Year's has me busy) "Ticket master," Teddy answered with brows bent in thought "I'm not a fan of cleaning peoples' messes, and working the food is just... meh." He'd made a face at that last sentence for whatever reason. Then, continued "Busy person you are, juggling that handful of jobs, plus your figure skating gigs. Plan to focus on one thing once you finish college?" Teddy assumed figure skating, but one never knew the future for sure. The topic caused him to briefly run through his own possibilities, amusing himself a little. He usually never talked to people about their plans, or his own, for more than a day ahead, if at all. The coal-curled man had promised himself that he'd open up to others, and make friends as well upon the move into the state.
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 31, 2016 21:53:48 GMT -5
((Spencer just murdered Cain's poor innocent eyes as well))
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