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Post by shades on Jan 9, 2017 22:48:46 GMT -5
Metempsychosis n. the supposed transmigration at death of the soul of a human being or animal into a new body of the same or a different species. directory II. rules III. dream
IV. epicene V.
underworld
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university VII. characters
VIII. convenience
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Post by shades on Jan 9, 2017 22:51:49 GMT -5
Rules
n. a set of explicit or understood regulations or principles governing conduct within a particular activity or sphere. Please read, some rules are specified to the roleplay: a. Follow all forum rules; any such major disobedience of these rules can and will get the roleplay deleted. We donβt want that, so please keep everything along the rules set for the new forums.
b. Three strikes, youβre out; this is the respect, courtesy, and appropriateness rule. Please be appropriate in and out of roleplay. be respectful and kind to anyone, always. Any form of bullying against other members will not be tolerated; if you do not like a person, ignore them or leave. Simple. If you get into an area of roleplay you wish to continue in pm to avoid getting in trouble: do so.
c. Power-play, god-modding, spot-lighting, mary-sue, gary-stu, the spiel; you probably all know this one by now. We all have our little moments we want our characters to receive attention or seem perfect. They may be gods and goddesses in mortal form; but even they were jealous and relentless on one another, never perfect. Just be sure to give others a chance to have fun too.
d. The literacy rule; I define it as being grammar and punctuation, quality essentially. I wonβt require linesβeveryone has their days they canβt do a lotβbut just try your best. e. The characters; the rule about characters. one, try not to over-populate a roleplay with one gender and try to keep the ratio balanced. I start the roleplay with a bit of a 2:1 in favor of men, so people who join with a singular female character will not have to make a male right away. two, there are indeed many gods not on this list. You are allowed to ask for any greek god or goddess not on the list; any other deity from other polytheistic religion I will say no to for now. Introducing other gods from Roman tradition may be a possibility in the future.
three, I would like the mention that any god or goddess can be of any gender. You do not have to make Athena a female, or Hades a male. For the sake of roleplay and so everyone can join, however, gods and goddesses in a monogamous marriage will have a FIRST COME, FIRST SERVE basis of gender. I know some people can be uncomfortable with roleplaying same-sex romance. Out of respect for them, the first person to claim a god/goddess in a monogamous marriage will be asked if they have a preference to strictly opposite sex or same-sex. The gender of the other god/goddess will be determined through that. However, a person with indifference to whether there is same sex or opposite sex will then make it be a creative choice for the person claiming the other god and if they don't mind the sex to be opposite or same.
four, the sibling rule. Okay this rule is an odd one. I have no problem with siblings of characters, itβs likely families have more than one child. However, any sibling will be a mortal character. With the exception of Apollo and Artemis (maybe), no two gods and goddesses will be siblings. You are free to make mortal siblings on the join page, have them go to school. But they are not the main focus of the roleplay at the moment.
five, there are asterisks by some names; those you need permission for. Just because they are often in demand
f. Be real; itβs high school, prestigious college, weβve been there, done that. Just think, not all the students have to be rich. Some students can be on scholarship and grants, parents can be paying their students tuition in trickles, or other families could be rather well-off and wealthy. Think logically, or ironicallyβwould your god be in a rich family or a poor one. Letβs also talk about powers, they are human; these young mortal gods and goddesses canβt do much and some such things could leave them exhausted or in pain. I am not writing down the cans and cannots for each godβthat is for you to do and I will monitor it when you use it in roleplay.
g. dramatic moments; drama is always fun, I know that for a fact. Here is the thing: make some, I donβt care. However, in the beginning your character is oblivious to the whole βyeah Iβm a god, call me Zeusβ heritage. Iβll be working on that with groups and individuals or will tell you βyeah you can be creative and reveal it to your character through however meansβ, but until the reveal you can have confused characters with strange dreams, blossoming powers, underworld creatures that look like normal animals: i.e. the hounds. They can attack your character. Donβt go overboard, all I ask (no thunderstorms or massive attacks in the middle of school); and if you plan on these things with other members, there will be a link to a plotting page. If you are unsure on plots that is above basic high school relationships and planning: call me. Say hey we want this to attack my character and this character in this location. Iβll tell you to tone it down, not do it, or say yeah go ahead.
h. Ode to activity; just be active, come in every once and a while. You may not have any muse, thatβs okay. Lurk, chat, use a different character. Just let me know youβre still interested, or I will Nick Fury assemble you sometime.
i. Have fun; because we all joined this roleplay because it looked fun and a new outlook on a roleplayβ¦right? Not because of my amazing good looks and waving chocolate in your face, begging you to joinβ¦uh yeah. Just have fun.
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Post by shades on Jan 9, 2017 22:54:55 GMT -5
Dream
n. a series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person's mind during sleep. There is a common aphorism said throughout the ages: βhistory repeats itself.β Some careful observers would find a nugget of truth in the phrase, maybe when a leader rises to power, or a tragic event occurs; they are comparable to the past, and will be compared in the future. Where is this going? Iβm glad you asked, because not only does history repeat itself in an affair, but also in the humanly body. Philosophers might compare this Buddhism, the reincarnation process, the flame of a dying candle can serve to light the flame of another. But Metempsychosis serves different beings and life-forces all together, they are humans like you or I, but they transpire from a divine force long ago. Itβs an endless life cycle for these particular people, they happen upon each other and feel no resolve, pain, or memories from the very past. Some stay in each otherβs life, possibly become the destined lovers they were once but doomed with another life to find each other again. Itβs the complete transpire of a soul into another body, a new person, a new life story, a new personality, new features, and the ever looming fact that upon death it starts over once again.
It doesnβt happen to everyone! As mentioned above Metempsychosis is for the divine: gods, essentially. They have roamed the world with the final fall of their empire, and moved along into the mortal age in the process of life and death. With the decline of the empire, they began to wage strife on one another, the divine energy and majesty they upheld deteriorating rapidly, crumpling around them until they would not be in existence anymore. As any desperate creature who desired to escape, they improvised: and so the Metempsychosis process began. Letβs flash to the modern age: Over a thousand years of a cycle of existence and demise. The Metempsychosis cycle seems to be effective, as it begins to take a dramatic sharp turn for the once divine creatures suddenly. Though their memories are more βodd dreamsβ, their powers are returning to their celestial bodiesβ¦with little side-effects. Oh! Donβt be worried, itβs just the last few centuries have been full of shorter life spans. Some electric melt downs. Chaos getting many people killed. A few floods. Some wars. Insanity and the creation of βSixth Senseβ. At the time, as their powers began to return, the human bodies could not restrain the celestial ability. Often leading them to death. As memories came flooding back, their brains would not be able to handle it; er, it caused rather odd reactions, but let us just leave it at odd. As far as I know, however, this generation is controlling and suppressing it all wellβ¦at least they havenβt provoked a war or natural disaster this time around. The Metempsychosis cycle also seems to be dragging them closer together, where at first they could be born anywhere in the world, the divinity and power of their beings brought them to one place simultaneously, with no knowledge but a feeling of dΓ©jΓ vu and natural attraction. There still areβ¦some difficulties, however, and itβs just recently become a problem; Iβve noticed. Don't worry, I will handle that for now. There is a story, I swear. Night draws to an end: Eh, you hear the story of Cronus, correct? Titan who was born of the sky and earth and overthrew his father and ate his children, until his son Zeus came along and dethroned him? Well, Cronus never was pleased after being tossed and contained in Tartarus: and with the Metempsychosis in the ripe stages, he couldnβt find any of the deities in mortal forms, their energy and life-force like any other human.
With their powers developing now, and a re-occurrence of memories and their existence (without a quick death), the possibility of the divine returning and recreating their heaven and home of gold is possibleβ¦Cronus has become desperate and focused on finding the mortal beings. His goal: to destroy their Metempsychosis cycle for good and return as king of sky and earth.
Itβs nerve-wracking, without Hades in charge of the Underworld for thousands of years, everything has gone rampant with little authority. Cronus took a hold of from his blackened prison for the dead, using it for his own spite against the children who let him linger in the darkness and stew in his betrayal for too long. This dream is fading... I think Iβve spoken too much, the Metempsychosis cycle is very odd, and there is so much history that everyone has been involved in: it would take forever to point out how Hermes was Alexander Majors and a founder of the Pony Express, or Apollo being Florence Nightingale. So many people, some important, some not, some doomed, some who died heroically, in vain, or even just of old age. As the cycle draws to a close, whether itβs the otherworldly powers and immortality returning in full, or the ultimate demise of them; it will prove a difficult journey for them. With powers returning, and memories impending from their long ago lineage at small intervals, many of the deities will put up a faΓ§ade in front of humans and their kind alike. Itβs only a matter of time, however, before they return with a power like no otherβwith only one question remaining. Will you be able to control it?, or will it destroy you in the end. wake up now.
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Post by shades on Jan 9, 2017 22:58:13 GMT -5
Epicene
adj. having characteristics of both genders or no characteristics of either gender; of indeterminate gender. Because in Metempsychosis, it does not matter: The deities of the heavens were considered to be epicene people; they donβt have genders, technically as deities. Androgynous, is another word for it. The pronouns and features in history were for the benefit of the humans created by Prometheus in the two separated genders of male and female. And used through tales such as the Iliad and Odyssey through Homer simply because it made the stories of the gods and goddesses more relating to readers; also it is based on accounts of how humans saw the celestial beings on earth, did they look like a man or woman? That being, at any point in the Metempsychosis cycle and transition between human body to another human body, at any rebirth could any god be any gender in mortal form. Zeus could have been a girl, Aphrodite a man, Apollo and Artemis could have been switched in genders, or of an equal gender. With the time and modern age, it is widely accepted to feel like a man, or a woman despite biology. That can be applied to the gods and goddesses as well if that is how they feel in mortal form. It is an age of revival and acceptance; I only hope they learn to accept who they are and once again take the thrones of Olympus as their own.
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Post by shades on Jan 9, 2017 23:02:45 GMT -5
Underworld
n. the mythical abode of the dead, imagined as being under the earth. Itβs an otherworldly meltdown: When they were celestial, the gods and goddesses were immortal; unable to die or age, but they were worshiped by the polytheistic Greeks and Romans and when the empire began to downfall, the gods and goddesses began to fade and feel their celestial power dwindle. In order to prevent themselves from fading completely, many gods and goddesses went into a Metempsychosis cycle of mortality. It wouldnβt be until their powers returned would they gain their celestial heritage again: immortality.
Until then, as a human the deities are mortal; they die, but the cycle restarts once again. However, if they are to die a death by the hands of a creature of the Underworld in a mortal soul, their soul would be left to wander down there forever in the clutches of Cronus. Their Metempsychosis would not restart.
The underworld creatures are ruthless, and attack with a vicious nature without command or thoughts that who they are attacking. Nyx, Hades, Persephone are not recognized with the scent of mortality. These are mythological beasts from ancient Greece, the Minotaur, furies, serpents, all attempting to kill the deities. It isβ¦unclear whether they are mind-controlled, or just thinking them to be demigods or possibly other monsters. What's more...odd. Humans, people who arenβt gods and goddesses, can see these monsters. The clever monsters do have their own form of disguise though, and can blend in easily among the humans to strike their target.
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Post by shades on Jan 9, 2017 23:06:42 GMT -5
University
n. an educational institution designed for instruction, examination, or both, of students in many branches of advanced learning, conferring degrees in various faculties, and often embody colleges and similar institutions. Welcome to Corinth University! Home of the Spartans! Corinth University is located in Corinth, Virgina; a decent-sized little town. Itβs not small, but itβs not largeβitβs a mid-sized place that holds a population over a thousand surely, with many things for teenagers to do. It is a hot spot for the Grecian and Roman culture, hence the town name. Every spring there is a Grecian festival; where a Zeus and Hera are crowned, Aphrodite beauty pageant, a giant horse is built for the parade; all in memory of the Greeks and their influence on the West. Itβs probably the only memorable thingβbesides homecoming and promβto the students of Corinth University. Plus it garners a crowd of family, friends, and new people to meet and talk to.
The prestigious school that students attend today is one of the most popular and best colleges on the east coast. The buildings are brown and ruddy red, built from brick during the 1900s. The dorms are not old, but rather newer in fact. Every dorm is called the Eatons with some number between 1-8βeach suite holding four students, with shared common area, and two separate rooms that a pair live together in. Corinth University is made up of seven main buildings and one office building, one is the science building [Cooper Hall], another dedicated to history, law/criminal justice, and english [Hendricks Hall], most of the computer labs, classes and math classes are located in one place [Ross Hall], the education department and other half of the english department [Butterfield Hall], nursing and other medical fields [Gallagher] a whole small building is dedicated to the library [Baron-Fortress Library], psychology and communications departments [Compton Hall], music [Alexanders] and another, much newer one for the gyms, pool, and other such classes that involve home recreation, or just donβt quite fit into its own building [Centennial Hall], two buildings dedicated to the arts [Loveland Hall, Doucet], a place where all students eat three times a day [Van Houten], finally the auditorium is its own place of grandeur [Delilah Auditorium] and the adjacent building for theater classes [Diebold]. There is also a building dedicated to students known as the Wright G. Grobin building, or Grobin for short. The office building is the only wooden building, small and white, named the Lee House.
Campus is actually not that far from the epicenter of Corinth, in fact it is within walking distance of many places; and a small bus willingly takes students to the Walmart on the edge of town. Or you can find a student with a car and hitch a rideβwhatever floats. However, for those of you who need to decide on what to do (besides the normal fast food place or whatever) via a dart board or rolling die, here are the locations:
The Greek House β some say this place is haunted, others say this place constantly reeks of alcohol and the smell of disappointment, and many just go here to hang out. It was once a house for the Phi Mu Alpha division before they disbanded (and they never moved back when they re-chartered), but there is little evidence of that except the stains on the wall, the symbols, an old couch I dare you to sit on, and a ping-pong table with one paddle.
Pizza Shop β though there are some commercial brand pizza in the area, Pizza Shop is locally owned by some family whoβs son is now off at who-knows where. Students often times take jobs here, or they have delivering to their dorm on a Friday night in of studying or fun movie nights in. Crossroads Restaurant β one of the best restaurants in town and the perfect place to take that special someone. Okay not just that, but the pancakes here are to die for on a Saturday morning. Itβs not hard to miss right at the intersection of the middle of town, or maybe itβs the large sign. Sherry will wait on you, sheβs niceβ¦and if you get stuck with Amanda, bless you.
Grecian-Roman Corinth Museum β after four years, the place gets dull. However, itβs still informative on the Greek and Roman culture, with interactive exhibits that define Athens, Sparta, the wars, the fall, the Greek gods and goddesses, alongside their Roman counterparts. It attracts the enthusiasts every once in a while, or families from nearby towns and cities who think the place looks rather cool. It is in its own little historical way, though not large the museum is a decent-sized two story building.
Billingβs Park β a cute, all wooden park a few blocks down in the residential area of Corinth; little kids play at it but also the enthused teenager. It has a pavilion where many students and adults have set up picnics, a small restroom area maintained by the town, and a large oddly shaped rock. The best thing about the park is not only the mansion-like-haunting-castles-steeples to climb in, or the basement like passages; but most of the wood is connected for a hearty game of lava tag!
Corinth Community Park β on the other side of the town, a bit further, is the regular oleβ park. With walking paths, benches, and lots of flowers. A stone statue of some dude name Marcus Pratchett who contributed to Corinthβs former college and museum, and was mythology professor until his passing. There is also a pond that students are technically not allowed to swim in, but the hidden rope swing, and lack of roaming authority makes it scream: go ahead!
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Post by shades on Jan 9, 2017 23:16:10 GMT -5
Characters
n. individuals: somebodies considered in terms of personality, behavior, or appearance. You see, there are many of you; you are not alone: Zeus ; ; god of the sky and ruler of all gods
γ grayson , james γ ; ; driven && sarcastic && stubborn -- nineteen
Poseidon ; ; god of the sea and earthquakes
γ conway , alwyn γ ; ; passionate && creative && scrupulous -- nineteen
Hades ; ; god of the dead and Underworld
γ revel , mika γ ; ; apathetic && detached && ruthless -- nineteen
Hera ; ; goddess of marriage and women, wife to Zeus
γ last , first γ ; ; trait && trait && trait -- age
Demeter ; ; goddess of earth and agriculture
γ last , first γ ; ; trait && trait && trait -- age
Artemis ; ; goddess of the hunt, moon, and childbirth
γ al-farashatan , soraya γ ; ; independent && outspoken && reliable -- nineteen
Apollo ; ; god of light and sun; music, poetry, prophecy, healing
γ hest , xavier γ ; ; good-natured && teasing && loyal -- nineteen
Hermes ; ; messenger of the gods
γ last , first γ ; ; trait && trait && trait -- age
[male] Hephaestus ; ; the god of fire, volcanoes, and the forge
γ last , first γ ; ; trait && trait && trait -- age
Aphrodite ; ; goddess of love, beauty and wife to Hephaestus *claimed; sly chick*
γ accardi , katarina γ ; ; coquettish && manipulative && narcissistic -- eighteen
Ares ; ; god of untamed and violent aspect of war
γ terrance , rowan γ ; ; trait && trait && trait -- nineteen
Dionysus ; ; god of wine and agriculture
γ cazimy , salome γ ; ; emphatic && avant-garde && eccentric -- eighteen
Athena ; ; goddess of wisdom, crafts, and the strategic side of war
γ harel, aviva γ ; ; intellectual && strategic && artistic -- nineteen
Hestia ; ; goddess of the hearth and fire and the home
γ malone , hannah γ ; ; compassionate && patient && loyal -- age
Aeolus ; ; god of the winds
γ dewitt , ariel γ ; ; dreamy && placid && bitter -- twenty-one
Asklepios ; ; god of medicine *claimed*
γ last , first γ ; ; trait && trait && trait -- age
[GENDER] Eros ; ; god of love and desire
γ last , first γ ; ; trait && trait && trait -- age
Hypnos ; ; god of sleep
γ last , first γ ; ; trait && trait && trait -- age
Morpheus ; ; god of prophetic dreams
γ unknown , unknown γ ; ; mysterious && distant && vague -- n/a
Pan ; ; god of the shepherds and flocks, the wild, and hunting
γ last , first γ ; ; trait && trait && trait -- age
Eris ; ; goddess of discord and chaos
γ harlot , cedric γ ; ; manipulative && cunning && sardonic -- twenty
Chione ; ; goddess of snow
γ markell , gray γ ; ; sangfroid && pretentious && unstable -- twenty
Cybele ; ; goddess of nature
γ last , first γ ; ; trait && trait && trait -- age
Eirene ; ; goddess of peace γ last , first γ ; ; trait && trait && trait -- age
Harmonia ; ; goddess of harmony and concord
γ last , first γ ; ; trait && trait && trait -- age Hecate ; ; goddess of magic, witchcraft, and crossroads
γ rothchild , gladys γ ; ; quiet && determined && straight-forward -- eighteen Hermera ; ; goddess of light and the sun
γ last , first γ ; ; trait && trait && trait -- age Hebe ; ; goddess of youth
γ last , first γ ; ; trait && trait && trait -- age Hygieia ; ; goddess of good health and hygiene
γ brennan , skylar γ ; ; friendly && caring && hygenic -- twenty-one Iris ; ; goddess of the rainbow
γ molly , peyton γ ; ; loquacious && flighty && light-hearted -- nineteen Nemesis ; ; goddess of vengeance
γ de luca , giovanna γ ; ; determined && passionate && unreserved -- twenty Nike ; ; goddess of victory
γ last , first γ ; ; trait && trait && trait -- age Nyx ; ; goddess of the night
γ last , first γ ; ; trait && trait && trait -- age Persephone ; ; queen of the underworld, wife to Hades, goddess of spring growth
γ patel , indira γ ; ; trait && trait && trait -- eighteen Eunomia ; ; goddess of good order and lawful conduct
γ penfield , marshall γ ; ; funny && sarcastic && caring -- twenty-one AtΓ« ; ; goddess of mischief, delusion, ruin, and folly
γ harrison , jasper γ ; ; gregarious && curious && daring -- age [female] Psyche ; ; goddess of the soul, wife of Eros
γ hunter-lewis , juliet γ ; ; private && thoughtful && perceptive -- age Alastor ; ; god of family feuds and avenging evil deeds
γ last , first γ ; ; trait && trait && trait -- age
Kratos ; ; god of strength and power
γ last , first γ ; ; trait && trait && trait -- age
Momus ; ; god of satire, mockery, censure, writers and poets, evil-spirited blame and unfair criticism
γ owen , jasper γ ; ; trait && trait && trait -- twenty-one
Zelus ; ; god of dedication, emulation, eager rivalry, envy, jealousy, and zeal
γ last , first γ ; ; trait && trait && trait -- age
Bia ; ; goddess of force
γ last , first γ ; ; trait && trait && trait -- age
Caerus ; ; god of luck and opportunity
γ arden , binx γ ; ; cunning && charming && lucky -- twenty-one
Thanatos ; ; god of death
γ matei-moser , fletcher γ ; ; reserved && thick && charming -- twenty
Relationships are what get you through life: hannah, and gladys are roommates
giovanna, and katarina are roommates name and name are in a relationship name has a crush on name peyton and james are friends
name and name are friends name and name are enemies
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Post by shades on Jan 9, 2017 23:17:51 GMT -5
Convenience
n. something providing ease or comfort: something that makes life easier or more comfortable, especially a labor-saving device A place to keep track of who is who: shades ; ; james grayson, binx arden, fletcher matei-moser honey ; ; mika revel, gladys rothchild koi ; ; giovanna de luca, peyton molly serval ; ; soraya al-farashatan, cedric harlot robin ; ; hannah malone, juliet hunter-lewis, jasper harrison magnifique ; ; katarina accardi intentional ; ; alwyn conway aviva ; ; aviva harel, skylar brennan, marshall penfield *** win ; ; xavier lafayette, rowan terrance, indira patel *** karsk ; ; salome cazimy, gray marshall *** viridian ; ; jasper owen *** ciaran ; ; ariel dewitt *** Any character with *** will be lost and up for reclaim on MONDAY, January 22nd.
In case you missed it, here is the news: γ - - - [ xx/xx/xxxx ] - - - Insert news here. >>> Insert news here. γ - - - [ xx/xx/xxxx ] - - - Insert news here. >>> Insert news here. γ - - - [ xx/xx/xxxx ] - - - Insert news here. >>> Insert news here. γ - - - [ xx/xx/xxxx ] - - - Insert news here. >>> Insert news here. γ - - - [ xx/xx/xxxx ] - - - Insert news here. >>> Insert news here. Credit where it is due: All credit to the layout goes to myself, alongside the idea of the roleplay; Metempsychosis has been created a few times by me. Iβd like to thank you to anyone who stuck around during its first, second, and this creation: you know who you are. And thank you my mom and dad, I have just as many Oscarβs as Leonardo DiCaprio.
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Post by shades on Jan 10, 2017 20:32:10 GMT -5
βI accidentally smiled at you last week and you shined a laser pointer into my eye and screamed βpervβ.β βJames Grayson
It was the beginning of the night, darkness engulfed half of the earth as the thin streaks of moonlight glared through the cracks of the curtains. A faint ticking could be heard from a clock on a desk, the shared room was otherwise silentβlaying a hazy sleep over the atmosphere that continued well into the ungodly hours of the morning.
A disgusting crunching sound pierced through the silence, continuing slowly and almost hesitantly. Pausing briefly, before continuing again. Another crunch sounded, waking the other occupant of the room as a yellow light glared against the blue walls of the room in the small vacation cabin, tired eyes staring at the one causing the noise.
βJames, what the β¬ are you doing?β Roommate and brother asked, briefly pausing to observe the scene across from him.
βI cwouldant sweep,β James said with a mouthful, smiling sheepishly at his brother. Swallowing, βsorry,β was all he said as he spooned another mouthful of cereal, bobbing his head and clearly trying to chew quietly. Eating cereal in the middle of the night, morning, during the day, and for dinner was only a small proportion of a huge ego and personality that was Timothy Graysonβs brother, James.
βGo the β¬ to sleep, man.β
Corinth University Friday, February 24th, 2017 10:45 AM
He was on his fourth drinkβno fifth. The caffeinated beverage warming his gullet and energizing his entire being, bringing warmth into his cold soul for a temporary amount of time. Stormy eyes glared at the vomit green wall of the cafeteria, ignoring the textbook in front of him and the thirty pages that had to be read by yesterday for a quiz today he surely failed at 8 AM this morning. James, however, continued to sip the coffee as though it was a sibling he actually enjoyed, nurturing the dark liquid.
Three empty bowls of varying cereals laid out to the side. Itβs not that he didnβt mind other foods, really. James just had a preference towards whole grain kelloggs. Perhaps his diet was what was giving him the estranged dreams as of late. Odd dreams werenβt unusual, James was used to it and quite frankly never took note of one until now. Weirdly enough, there wasnβt a person in it (or he couldnβt distinguish one) and the entire time he could swore he was in a trance-like stateβit wasnβt the pleasant kind. It was a voice (or multiple) talking in a language he vaguely knew but not where or what.
Definitely a Sigmund Freud daddy-issue thing, James decided. Taking another sip of his coffee carefully, finally taking his eyes off the grotesque walls that art majors refused to critique while watching the surrounding room. The cafeteria was full, it was a slightly chilly day and there was traces of melting snow on the ground and glistening the floor, thanks global warming. Students were milling about, retrieving food, filling up tables and chatting idly to each other on what to do over the weekend and the current day. James overheard a pair of Ξ¦ΞΞ boys talking of a few parties on a nearby street, Water Street, and made mental note of it for the crazy kid down the hall to crash.
βI may be a pain but at least Iβm not Peyton Molly.β James gave his proverbial quote of the daily, wondering where said mole attached to his left buttock was with a furrow of his dark brows. He was personally offended by the art major not being in his presence at the very moment he wished to talk about his dream and mutter his favorite catchphrase like some sort of messiah-like superhero to a youthful, adopted protege.
Heβll need another cupβsix? seven?βto make up for Peyton not being there at the current moment.
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Post by servalstrike on Jan 11, 2017 1:17:20 GMT -5
Soraya: Hood up, head down Soraya stalked out of Cooper Hall feeling drained after the long lecture and quiz she just endured. The bitter cold greeted her by biting at her nose like a playful bird, she tightened the strings of her hood and retreated further into her clothes. She hated the cold. Growing up in only warmth and sunshine did that to a person when they travelled to a different country to further their education. This was her second year at this school and it still didnβt feel like home. Maybe that was in part to a certain lack of friends. Soraya wasnβt good at meeting people, she came off as abrasive and what she thought would be insightful quips came out as rude denotations. That wasnβt to say she didnβt know people. She knew plenty of people and liked to think of them as acquaintances or something close to friends.
Despite the cold she was grateful to be outside. The buildings made her feel cramped and crowded and made her nauseous. She didnβt like winter for that as well; everyone huddled inside left the rooms and halls crowded and loud.
In order to escape the February chill and ease the massing pains of her stomach Soraya dragged herself towards the dining hall. She hoped it was still early enough that theyβd be serving breakfast sausage. The smell of food wafted over her nose as she strode into the dining hall. Stepping into line she ogled the food before her, making an effort not to drool all over herself while she piled up her plate.
With her plate in her hands and her hood still up she meandered between tables looking for a place to sit. The cafeteria was a boisterous place full of noise and the smell of food, people bumped into her as she walked. It was a bombardment of the senses compared to the calmness that had held her outside. Her eyes skimmed over the faces of students, many were already involved in conversations with friends, intent on finishing homework they should have completed the night before, or scooping food into their mouths while their dead eyes stared into nothingness. Her lip curled a little but she spotted a table that appeared approachable.
βMay I have a seat?β Her accented lilted across her words as she spoke. She tilted her head at the boy sitting with his back to her. As her gaze glossed over the tables contents she wished she could shovel those words back into her mouth and go sit with one of the soulless students. Because there on the table were three empty bowls of cereal and she knew exactly who sheβd be sharing a table with. Soraya tried to hide her scowl as she took off her hood- it wasnβt polite to wear it indoors- freeing her dark hair from it's bonds in a plume of joyful waves that bounced against her shoulders. Surveying the boy in front of her she took in his every detail. She knew who he was because sheβd sat near him in the dining hall before. All he seemed to eat was cereal. He was like a damn horse and chewed as loud as one too. She couldnβt be sure but it seemed rude to back away from him after asking to stay, and also rude to ask him when he was leaving, but she hoped it would be soon or at least that he wouldnβt have anything else to eat. "I don't mean to interrupt," those eyes of hers flicked to the book opened on the table, "But you seemed like the...most welcoming person to sit with." By that she meant the only table that had empty seats.
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Jan 11, 2017 16:04:42 GMT -5
Mika Revel & his dobermans { billing's park }
Mika was in no mood for dealing with people today. Then again, he rarely ever was. It was one of the many reasons he had opted to rent a house rather than share a living space of any kind withβ¦ Other people. And when I say rent a house, I mean a house. Not an apartment. Not half of a house. A whole house, entirely his own. You can do these things when youβre rich, you see. So he did. The house he chose was a solid twenty minute walk from campus, but it was worth it. A beautiful old Georgian style house, all red brick and crawling ivy tangles. It was set apart from other homes, centered in an acre of land all its own. Private and all his.
Mika abandoned it now, locking the doors behind him with a satisfying click, three dobermans in tow. He pocketed the key and began his leisurely friday stroll. He didnβt have any classes today and his dogs needed the exercise as much as he did. That wasnβt to say Mika enjoyed the walk. The cold battered against him, tousling his neatly-combed hair and whipping against his cheeks. The young man was miserable. His dogs, on the other hand, were having a grand old time.
Cinnamon, the youngest of the bunch, bounded gleefully through the heaps of snow lining the sidewalk, stopping occasionally to sniff this or bite that. Lavender was about the same, with a level of energy that made her tug on her leash and circle around Mikaβs legs with astounding strength. Lastly was Sweetpea. The largest of his dobermans, glossy, solid black and muscle. He was the calmest of the three, neither tugging on his leash nor pausing to play in the snow like his siblings. The muzzle he wore, however, suggested something else lurked beneath his calm demeanor, waiting to spring.
Twenty minutes slithered past before Mika finally reached Billingβs Park. At this time of year (and day) the park was practically dead. Silence and snow enwrapped the place like an invisible cage. Perfect. Even better for his dogs. With no people around to bother either Mika himself or his three dobermans, he set them loose, freeing them from their leashes. Cinnamon and Lavender bolted at the opportunity, already diving into the snow. They chased each other in circles, snapping and tackling each other in raucous play. Sweetpea, however, hung back, sticking close to Mikaβs side like a muzzled shadow.
Mika scratched the dog behind the ears, suddenly wishing heβd brought some gloves with him as cold sapped the feeling from his fingers. He shivered within the confines of his coat, watching with glacial eyes as Lavender pounced on Cinnamon, tugging at his ear and pushing him down into the snow till Cinnamon yelped mercy.
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Post by koi on Jan 11, 2017 17:09:04 GMT -5
peyton molly ! Peyton Molly slept horribly.
And, man, he usually doesnβt use terms like that lightly, but itβs the only word that can Completely Sum Up the level of terror he had last night. First, he heard his sister and her boyfriendβyeah. That was sh*tty. Super sh*tty. Second, his dream was hella strange, like, he swears he didnβt take hard drugs before he slept but apparently his dreams would not recognize his sobriety, and third, well, there kind of was no third, but sleeping on a pilates mat in the middle of your sisterβs kitchen does not exactly make for comfortable sleeping. Peyton is a small person, but a pilates mat is kind of getting ridiculous, here. Anyhow, because of this, he woke up late, missed his usual bus by three whole minutes, and was now trekking to school by foot which was honestly not a fun time and for what is not the first time in his life he wishes he could conjure his roller skates and just roll on down the road. Walking takes so much effort, yβknow? And Peytonβs legs are short. And because of that small issue, it takes him a disproportionately long time to get down to the universityβs campus, or so he thinks, but Peyton has never been the most patient of people, so it probably just seems longer. All he knows is that he is decidedly not dressed for the weather. Who invented jean jackets anyways? Obviously not someone who has ever experienced cold in any way, shape, or form (but really, Peyton, youβre kinda an idiot for wearing one in the first place. Duh. Itβs one of the ones his sister painted, too, may or may not have Smokey The Bear on the back telling you to stop clearcuts, which he doesnβt think is the intended use of Smokey The Bear, but, whatever, his sister is a hoot and Peyton wants to whack her across the face with a spoon).
Anyhow. When he gets there, it feels like a damn miracle from the heavens above. And his hands are numb. And he has the itch to go talk Jamesβ ear off while said friend probably munches incessantly on cereal because he is gross. But sadly, since The Laws Of This Land require it (aka, peyton mollyβs stomach), he must acquire food first.
Peyton may be scientifically certified Smolβ’ but he still eats enough for two people and their cat, piles enough on his plate that he already feels satisfied before any of it has actually ended up in his mouth, trailing beside a chick with her hood on, distractedly blowing the hair out of his eyes so that he can actually try and scope out where James is, about ready to yell βWHERE THE HELL ARE YOU, YOU DΒ‘CKβ but Peyton doesnβt have to, not even close, because itβs stupidly easy to find him. Heβs surrounded by books that he is obviously not reading and cereal bowls that he really does not need three of and Peyton is struck with the multi-dimensional emotion he is so often struck with upon looking at his A+ Best Friend Because Theyβre Kinda Stuck With Each Other At This Point: James is so freaking extra. (not that peyton can say anything while heβs wearing his sisterβs oversized painted-in-means-of-protest jean jacket, but hey.)
About to all but skip the f*ck over there and launch into Wanna Hear How Messed Up My Dreams Were? There Was A Talking Pigeon In Them, when he cuts himself short, mid stride, because Mysterious Hooded Figure Al-Jdhjahsgsomething takes her hood off and Peyton is struck with awe because her hair is super freakinβ frackinβ pretty, tumbles down her shoulders like Waterfalls of Ink or. Or something. Art Major, Peyton Villanueva, wants to draw it. Normal Person, Peyton Molly, just kinda stares, sets his plate down onto the table James is seated at, sending a wild wave his way, before turning back to Chick With The Hair To Remember and grins at her, wild, front teeth gapped, waves at her too because Equality. He thinks heβs maybe seen her before? Well. He probably has. He wonders, vaguely, towards the back of his mind, why he didnβt recognize her as well as he should. Anyhow, after looking quickly over the textbook James has in front of him, Peytonβs eyebrow raises, before they furrow. βDidnβt you have that test today?β he finally asks.
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Post by shades on Jan 11, 2017 17:46:06 GMT -5
βHe told me he loved me. I didnβt know what to say so I just squirted the ketchup at him.β βJames Grayson
Corinth University Friday, February 24th, 2017 10:47 AM
βLetβs be honest. Iβm pretty sketchy looking.β He sipped his coffee while motioning for her to sit down. Shuffling the bowls into a neat stack and closing Pretrial Litigation: Law, Policy, & Practice with a snap! flicking his wrist towards the clear space now occupied by Peyton-wow-good-for-you-to-show-up-by-the-sixth-cup-of-coffee-Molly. And the way he is eyeing midnight-haired-mystery has him knowing he wants to draw her and talk about the weird dreams he always has which usually involve some sort of fictitious scenario James didnβt know was possible to even dream of. Heavens knows what the boy huffs in his sleep.
βYeah but I know a few things. I just didnβt know what was on the quiz.β Talk about the quote of his entire school career. James twisted his body so his head was towards the girl who would be occupying their space for breakfast (by their he mostly means his). βIβm a pre-law major,β he blurted with an unexpected torrent of embarrassment, turning away, βhow about you?β He amended, stormy eyes flickering to the bronze-skinned, midnight-haired mysteryβnot so much though, James has seen the girl around before. He just didnβt know her name.
What was a true mystery was the secret Big Mac Sauce, however, he didnβt say that out loud thankfully. Heβll tell Peyton about it later, he always ends up telling Peyton-I-donβt-judge-because-Iβm-just-as-β¬ed-up-as-you-Molly.
Perhaps there would be a silver lining to this situation, perhaps βmystery midnightβ turned out to be a decent person aptly able to diffuse the tension caused by James and Peytonβs inept ability to talk to people without blurting the most utterly embarrassing string of words ever. He didnβt have a great natural people sense, nor did he do great with general interactions that didnβt involve off-putting sarcasm and litigation nobody understands.
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Post by servalstrike on Jan 11, 2017 18:42:24 GMT -5
Soraya: She blinked at the boy who kept staring at her and tried to return the smile, but when she tried her lips only pulled away from her teeth and she ended up looking like she wanted to bite his head off. Soraya quickly tucked her lips back into place as she pulled out a chair and sat down, plopping her plate down on the table. Flicking her gaze between her new breakfast buddies. The gap-toothed boy with dark hair and the pretty boy with stormy eyes. She stared at the storm-eyed boy for a second too long before she looked down at her plate. βSketchy...yes you are very sketchy, any artist would want to paint you.β Soraya apparently didnβt understand what he really meant by βsketchyβ and could only think of the artistic term for the word.
While they started talking about school work Soraya started carving into her pile of food. The redness of her cheeks that sheβd earned from enduring the winter chill outside began to fade as warmth filled her belly. A forkful of sausage had been shoveled into her mouth just as storm-eyed boy turned his attention on her. Blinking back her surprise at the sudden outburst she swallowed her food and tapped her the prongs of her fork against her plate. βWildlife biology,β she answered. She should have just ended the sentence there and kept eating until she could leave. But it felt too awkward to just leave it at that. βIβm studying the mating habits of hellbenders. Theyβre salamanders, the largest salamanders in the U.S. actually. Thatβs not to say you donβt know anything about salamanders but I wasnβt sure if a pre-law major would know anything about the hellbenders. You must know more about snakes...being a, uh, pre-law major and all.β Cracking a forced-looking grin at her own terrible joke.
Swallowing hard she continued.βIβm Soraya al-Farashatan by the way. That must have seemed rude of me to ask to sit with you without even telling you my name first.β She shoved her hand out towards the boy and bit her lip to keep herself from saying anything else stupid.
In place of words she started filling her mouth up with more food instead. Wondering just how fast sheβd have to eat before before she could leave. Glancing back at the boy with the tooth-gap she tried to find a way to divert attention from herself. βWhat about you? Are you also a pre-law major?β
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Post by koi on Jan 11, 2017 19:39:47 GMT -5
peyton molly !Peyton was only a mouthful into his food when Pretty-Hair-Cute-Face starts talking, again, remarking about what James had said before Peyton put his food down onto the table like this was an all you can eat buffet part 2. Anyways, she says something about people wanting to paint James and he snorts out a laugh so loudly he violently inhales his food and then spends about 0.2 seconds coughing it up into the crook of his elbow.
βHah. Yeah, okay, no, um, not this artist, tried drawing him once, ended up almost stabbing him with the pencil.β Donβt blame Peyton, okay? James is Impossible with a capital I.
He starts digging in again, rolling his eyes at James when he says his piece about his quiz. What. A. Guy. His brown eyes flick over Soraya and her hair and then her face again and then James, who seems to be kinda spitting out his words like that really old meme of the dog in a chemistry lab with the caption βI have no idea what Iβm doing!β And Soraya answers him, looking Just As Awkward, with her hair Just As Shiny as it was ten seconds ago, and Peyton manages to swallow at least half of what was in his mouth when he makes a vague noise of excitement.
βAh man! Thatβs awesome,β he says. βHow big are they? The salamanders, I mean. This one time I tried adopting a tadpole from a river and I accidentally picked up a salamander instead and I just kind of adopted it for a few days. And then it disappeared. Aaaanyways.β He eats another forkful of his meal before she asks her question, and he wipes his mouth with the back of his wrist as he swallows again.
βNo, Iβm not an idiot,β Peyton blurts. And then raises an eyebrow at James. βIβm actually more of an idiot because I chose to study art and Iβm like--why did I do that. Dumb decision. Oh, and, mβnameβs Peyton. Nice to meet ya."
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Post by shades on Jan 11, 2017 20:22:37 GMT -5
βI just want to pat Timothy on the head, bake him some cookies, and reassure him that, someday, he will get a girlfriend.β βJames Grayson
βDonβt you know?β Timothy had said to him one day, looking up from his βlightβ reading (The Interpretations of Dreams by Sigmund Freud in 1899) his dark eyebrow twitching upwards.
βI know about bats. They belong to the order Chiroptera, which is Greek for βhand wingβ. Many people call them flying mice but theyβre more closely related to shrews and moles. They have a diverse diet. They eat a lot of insects, they suck some blood, and on occasion, they can eat mice, small birds, and frogs. No animal larger than that is afraid of them, none whatsoever. Owls kill them, snakes kill them, house cats kill them, and evenββ
βOkay okay, you know about bats. But donβt you know about it?β His brother motioned to the phone, leaving James even more confused as he shook his head.
βTimmy, you must be on raging drugs right now. I want to know what and who your dealer is. I want in.β
Corinth University Friday, February 24th, 2017 10:49 AM
Taking mystery-girl-Sorayaβs-hand, James stared. Not in the rude oh-get-out-of-here-way. But more of a wow-the-green-walls-are-looking-especially-vomit-today past her at the wall. βBeing a pre-law major isnβt that bad, unless you have Professor Nicholls and mention that not-boyfriend-with-a-girl-name-and-a-lisp-janitor. He gets edgy and pre-teen angst no one wants to deal with.β Deciding not to ask about the salamanders.
Something turned on within his mind, like a light bulb, but instead of giving him an idea, it brought light to something he should have thought of before. βNameβs James.β He mumbled almost quietly, the wall was really interesting. βWhat do you see when you look at the vomit-green walls of the cafeteria. I see previous life mistakes and raging drugs that werenβt actually drugs, but sugar, that time I gave some to my younger brother because he was asking why I kept saying he was on raging drugs but he really wasnβt. Heβs too good for drugs. Anyways, we crushed some smarties, it was a good time. I saved some in a baggie and a month later I found them and thought, I have a stash?β James stared blankly at Soraya, her midnight hair glistened (itβs rude to critique people out loud though, Peyton says), βI donβt, in fact. Except if you count the oreos I have in a purse in a closet labeled, βfor emergencies onlyβ.β
He leaned back, sipping the cold coffee. Soraya must thought he was crazy. βAt least Iβm not Peyton Molly.β Although if James could strike the boy down in a bolt of lightning and End The Misery Of Sleeping On A Yoga Mat, he would. However, then James wouldnβt have someone to moan and complain about going to home games of sports James Doesnβt Even Like But Heβs Good At And It Pays For College. Not to mention Peyton backs his judgmental attitude and cereal eating habits with a nod and talking about his dreams making James-freaking-Grayson feel a little sane.
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Post by mags on Jan 11, 2017 20:48:22 GMT -5
katarina accardi -- How was it that Katarina Accardi, an eighteen-year-old from Malibu, California, ended up in the middle of freaking Virginia for college? I mean, good God, she hated the cold. And humidity. So why was she here again? She would have been much more comfortable with a school back in good ol' Southern California, where dry heat was the worst thing that happened, weather-wise. Of course, sometimes, it would rain. But, like. People in her area seemed to liken a raindrop to the apocalypse. But anyway, she would have been happier there. For sure. After all, USC had been her top choice for years! But even a smaller school, like one of the Claremont Colleges would have been nice. But. Her counselor had suggested that she apply to Corinth University. After all, they had a stellar pre-med program. And since she was interested in pursuing a career in medicine, she figured that, why not take a leap? Go to Virginia! Be a Productive Member Of Societyβ’. So, off to God-knows-where, Virginia, she went.
And honestly, she had not realize just how much she appreciated the city of Los Angeles until she left. There was nothing she adored more than a big city. And a city like LA simply brimmed with possibility and opportunity. Could she say the same for Corinth? So far, uh, no.
And now, with the bitter-cold, east coast weather hitting her like a ton of bricks as she stepped out of her morning lecture, she really wished that she had just stayed the hell home. In sunny California. Where summer was a year-round occasion. She found herself really missing her hometown as she trudged from Cooper Hall all the way to the cafeteria (because, really, the girl needed some coffee). And it wasn't like the walk was terribly long or something, but with the cold weather and the windchill and, just her irritable mood in general, the cafeteria may as well have been in freaking China. (The fact that she was also in, like, 4388947 different jackets and sweaters didn't help her move any faster, though. She needed to get her act together. Like, yesterday. C'mon, Kat, get with it.)
But soon enough, she arrived, looking more like an over-stuffed puffball than anything (she knew that winter clothes did not make her look cute. Well. At least in her not-so-humble opinion, anyway). And, man. The cafeteria was full today. So much for getting a quick coffee and heading right on her way. Nope, she was probably going to have to stay a while, going to have to get comfy. So she took a moment to glance around the large room, removing her top layer parka (which was quite cozy, actually) as she did, and after a few moments, she spotted a table that was about half-empty. And that was saying something, considering the amount of people who sat at the ones surrounding it. Since she didn't see any familiar faces at this point in time as she scanned the area, she figured that this would be the most painless thing to do. Right? Right. Okay.
So after waiting in line for the longest time to get some coffee (which, honestly, turned out to be totally worth the wait) she made her way over to that one, half-empty table, parka slung over one arm and coffee held in her opposite hand. She approached the table, not wanting to interrupt (because how awkward would that be for her). So she walked somewhat slowly, not making a complete bee-line for the table. But soon enough, she reached it. And she flashed two guys and the girl in a hoodie a charming smile as she set her parka down upon the seat.
"Hi," she greeted them, honey-brown eyes light and cheerful (which was surprising, considering she was feelin' more dark-and-twisty right about now), "my name's Kat. Is this seat taken?"
As she inquired, a single eyebrow arched just slightly in question, and her expression remained optimistically-friendly. Completely out of character. Was she turning over a new leaf or something? Ha. That was highly doubtful.
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Post by servalstrike on Jan 11, 2017 21:39:07 GMT -5
Soraya:
Soraya couldnβt help but smile when her strange comments about salamanders were actually greeted with enthusiasm from Peyton. βYou really think so?β She sounded more curious as to why he would find it awesome. βThey can grow up to 29 inches. Well no wonder you couldnβt catch a tadpole, they donβt live in rivers since rivers are too fast moving for them to survive in one.β She almost laughed at his story about βadoptingβ a salamander. βPeyton,β she said his name like she was tasting it. The way a wine connoisseur would taste wine, trying to find out what it was made of or where it was from. βIs not Peyton a girls name?β Not meaning it as an insult just stating what she thought was true.
Soraya found her lip curling as she didnβt understand a word that came out of Jamesβs mouth. It made her wonder if that was just how is he or if he was nervous. Something told her that it was just apart of his personality. She found herself wanting to gag him with anything she could use just to get him to stop talking. Her expression dozed off into itβs usual resting b*tch face that made people think she was glaring at them all the time. Those thick eyebrows of hers drooped over her eyes before she finally said. βYou speak too much. Itβs all nonsense.β Spoken in a matter-of-fact tone rather than one that just wanted him to shut up. βDo I make you nervous or do you just like the sound of your own voice?β
She pulled her attention back to her plate and started eating again. As she started to finish her own meal she remembered all those bowls of cereal and looked at James once more. βYou shouldnβt eat so much cereal, itβs not a filling meal.β Than she found herself looking at Peyton again for something else to talk about. βSo youβre an artist? What kind of arts? Do you paint?β Anything but listening to James talk about the paint on a wall. It wasnβt that she was trying to be rude to him she just. Didnβt know what to say to his odd ramblings.
Then -thank god- another girl walked over to the table. And she was pretty, beautiful even, with a charming smile that seemed too good for this world. Soraya picked up her cup of orange juice and took a sip as she let her gaze graze over the girl, taking in every minute detail. She was tall, a few inches taller than Soraya herself and built like a doll. With hair every shade of brown and gold that shimmered in the light. And her eyes were otherworldly, but something about them made Soraya look twice. Something lurked behind those eyes. The cunning of a fox slipping into a chicken coop with ease. It was intriguing to Soraya, so much so that she would have invited the girl to sit with them but since it wasnβt her table she didnβt feel it was her call to make.
βA pleasure to meet you, Kat. My name is Soraya and itβd be an honor to have the chattiness,β she shot a glance at James, βdiluted between four people. Unfortunately, since iβm also a guest here iβm not in the market to make that call.β
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Post by koi on Jan 12, 2017 2:25:41 GMT -5
peyton molly loves girls. they are so nice.
Peyton eyes James with what could be regarded as vague disgust, either that or completely confusion paired with a solid dose of βDude. Are you high?β actually, he says that, almost-glaring at James with his brown eyes overshadowed by furrowed eyebrows. βOr did you drink too much coffee again.β Itβs not even phrased like a question, basically a statement, expression twenty-five shades of disproving. With one last mom-glare, he turns away from James, to Soraya, who is stupid pretty and actually talking to him and man!! He loves girls. They are so nice.
βYeah! I love animals. Thatβs like, super cool youβre studying them.β And Peyton means it, heβs not just sucking up. There are people who love animals and then there is Peyton Molly. He likes even the weird ones. He had a pet pigeon when he was in grade five, her name was Carol, and last night she appeared in his dream and tried to take him to church. And his eyes, which are already widened with excitement because Soraya is so cool widen even further. βHoly crap. That is freakinβ big. Thatβs like. Lengthy, man. I want one,β he says. He probably should not be allowed to study animals, actually, because heβd just want to get every single one and name them dumb things like Carl and pamper them to the heavens. He grins, wide wide wide at her. βYeah, itβs pretty funny because my last name is. Itβs Molly. My nameβs Peyton Molly. Isnβt that sad?β
It isnβt really sad, because his name rolls of his tongue in a happy way, sounds like the pleasant name of a bubbly valley girl fifteen year old with bouncy, blonde hair. This may or may not be why Peyton occasionally goes by the name Peyton Villanueva. Itβs technically correct, just as much as Peyton Molly is.
And then Soraya just--starts hardcore roasting James. And Peytonβs, like, platonically in love with Soraya. Sheβs such a sweetheart. And he likes her sense of humour. Seriously, sheβs great. After throwing James graciously under a bus, Soraya starts eating again like nothingβd happened (but not before throwing out one more backhanded insult. Itβs great. This is the best day of Peytonβs life. Heβs been trying to tell James that since first witnessing how much cereal he really does consume). She then asks Peyton what he does, and he gives a big ol shrug. βA lil bit of everything, really! I like painting, I paint a lot. But I kind of like doing more unconventional stuff? Like oil pastels are fun. I do a lot of finger painting because Iβm practically five years old.β He loved finger painting. He gets his hands into whatever drawing he can, really, blends out his graphite with the pads of his fingers. βWhat βbout you? What are your favourite animals to learn about?β
Yeah, leave it to Peyton to come up with the most wholesome topic of conversation on this Earth. Finger painting and whatβs your favourite animal? Go ahead and ask Soraya her favourite colour too, while youβre at it, Peyton. Jesus.
This is (probably) when another girl comes along to sit with them, and Peyton belatedly realizes he is going to be sitting at a table with three people that have pretty enough faces he wants to draw them. Actually, two. Because James is not draw-able at this point. Peyton would just accidentally draw devil horns on him. Anyways, this new girl that comes up is very pretty. Sheβs quite beautiful, really. And she smiles and Peyton Loves Girls. Theyβre so freaking nice. He really only had girl friends in school and the odd male friend because, letβs be real, Peyton is a big target for bullying and guys are d*cks.
βHey,β Peyton calls out happily, at Kat as she introduces herself. ββM Peyton. Nice to meetcha. Go ahead, sit down, just watch out for James, heβs higher than the Empire State.β
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Post by shades on Jan 12, 2017 4:52:27 GMT -5
βEvery time I type should my phone autocorrects it to shouldnβt. Even my phone knows my ideas are terrible.β βJames Grayson
βWhy would you think any of this was a good idea?β Timothy asked, peering out of the bushes across the street before being yanked down violently with a loud, obnoxious shh!. He rolled his eyes, looking at his-practical-twin-but-not-really.
βProbably because Iβm a less-than-dangerous sociopath with a long history of shenanigans.β James responded, pulling out a cartridge of eggs from his back pack.
ββ¦oh yeah right, and Iβm your idiot partner, John Watson.β
βThe man may have been brilliant, my dear Watson. But he was dumb...so dumb to follow Sherlock around on his many life-threatening adventures. Mine are more exciting, anyways.β
βI donβt think liquor and cornfields qualify as βexcitingβ.β
ββ¦you donβt realize corn stalks will cut until youβre watching five drunken fraternity boys run from the cops through the corn fields and simultaneously attempting not to get caught for trespassing.β
There was a brief moment, stormy eyes looking into the eyes of each other. They werenβt twins, but they were brothers. Timothy was a mere two years younger and acted thirty years older or forty years younger when he wanted too. A disapproving frown on his handsome features. βJust give me a damn egg, James.β
Corinth University Friday, February 24th, 2017 10:59 AM
Of course Peyton thought he was high. One time. One-freaking-time it wasnβt actually sugar. βNope. Actually pretty lucid today. Besides the weird dream I hadβhey wait, my whole point of my entire morning internal monologue was to tell you about this Weird Ass Dream I have, like your quality shit.β He pouted towards Peyton, watching Soraya carefully. She was a newcomer who Peyton was smitten with. He does not trust her with his platonic-I-love-you-friend.
βI decided itβs a bad thing when I talk, as you can plainly see. But Iβve also decided that I donβt give a β¬.β James responded in kind, half-lidded eyes watching Soraya and the Timothy-frown-of-disappointment-that-they-got-from-their-father. He crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair. βWhat I think, not what you think. It is invalid from the beginning, because it is completely and utterly unrealistic. Pure puffery as we pre-law students. Trust me, I went to mock trial.β
But animals. That was what Peyton was suddenly engrossed in. Animals. James helplessly watched as attention turned to a subject he couldnβt be empathetic towards. He knew about bats, otters, lions, wolves, platypusβhe didnβt think they would enjoy a statistical interruption on the phyla genus species of Some Random Animal James Knew and He Doesnβt Know How He Remembers Or What Book He Read. It wasnβt until the arrival of the new girl did James perk up. Standing before him was the prettiest girl he had ever seen. She was prettier than Betty, than Gwen, and Sarah too. He was pretty sure she was prettier than the girl who was crowned prom queen at his senior prom (for all he knew, the Wicked Witch of the West could look better than the Prom Queen Girl he had hardly glanced at). The girl standing before him was clearly tall and meticulous on her outfit. She was about his age, with long auburn hair and bright copper eyes. βGod must have spent a little more time on you, Kat.β James winked, leaning forward so his elbows were on the table. βYou can sit wherever you damn well please, and Iβll recite NSYNC lyrics to you all day if you donβt have class.β
Trying to keep his jaw from dropping was, for James, harder than complimenting Timothy. She held coffee and wanted to sit with him, oh god. Oh god what does he do. His heart began to pick up. He was attractive (he thinks), sure, but not-on-her-level attraction. He had messy, floppy brown hair, and tempest eyes that seemed too light now that he thought about it.
βOr maybe we can talk about the effects of radiation on the ecosystem and how it is destroying plant life and causing global warming everyone is denying.β And of course The Universe and the otherworldly laws of (unbeknownst to James and co.) godly incest had to put a stop this pleasant bout of flirting (This Timeβ’), ruining Jameβs day. Ha ha just kidding, James just gets nervous when in the presence of girls out of his league. βI mean, uh, never mind.β James scowled to himself. His hand going to his head, knowing already heβd mess up entirely. Pretty girls had that effect on some guys.
βIβm a pre-law major, Iβm not high.β He frowned, the world frowned, Peyton liked the girls and he just enjoyed critiquing vomit green walls as a past time of the day. He also had practice for Some Sport He Played. Soccer. And too light eyes and too floppy hair, and suddenly he is self conscious. Because here is Peyton, getting along, thinking he is high; when James is just a general mess and Has No Idea How to Talk To People.
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Post by mags on Jan 12, 2017 13:15:32 GMT -5
katarina accardi -- Katarina had not really expected to be this warmly-welcomed. A grin tugged at the corners of her lips as she sat down beside Soraya, across from James and Peyton, deciding to keep her coffee cup in her hand for the time being, since, yβknow, it was a source of warmth. She then simply took a moment to listen to the other three people talking, trying to figure out what they were talking about before she interjected anything, and then James addressed her directly. Her honey-brown gaze flicked in his direction, smirking somewhat coyly as he complimented her, though it wasnβt anything she had not heard before. She was used to having guys tell her she was pretty, or whatever, to the point where it was almost routine. Mundane, even. But still. She appreciated the fact that he noticed.
As he continued to speak, she exhaled a soft chuckle, rolling her eyes in light amusement. βAs tempting as that sounds,β she began with a bit of a playful wink, βI have to be at my lab in,β again, she paused, checking the rose-gold watch which adorned her left wrist, βlike, a little less than an hour.β
It was funny because, under normal circumstances, Kat would have to put forth much effort to seem sincerely intrigued. Her interest would have been completely, one hundred percent feigned. But, like. Now, sitting at this table with this group of people, she found her curiosity to be genuinely piqued. It was certainly out of the ordinary for Katarina Accardi to feel this way. Because normally, she was much more crafty. More calculated in her speech and actions. But right now, she was just. Tired. And kind of anxious about her lab later today. So she didnβt really have the patience to deal with her own antics, for the time being. Was it normal for her to showcase herself as a Human Being With Feelings? No. Not really. But hey, maybe today was the day to try something new.
βItβs good that youβre not high,β she chuckled, pushing a lock of dark hair behind her ear. (Getting high was simply something she did not recommend. It made her feel too floaty and out of control. And one thing that was constant about Katβs persona was her love of total control.) βAnd youβre studying law? Hm. Interesting.β Back in Los Angeles, both of her parents worked in corporate litigation. They had always wanted Kat to follow in their footsteps by going off to some fancy law school and getting a job in New York or LA or some other big city, but she had decided against that. Her heart belonged to the sciences. It always had, and it always would. βWhat type of law are you hoping to practice? Do you have any idea yet?β
Her attention then shifted to Peyton, then to Soraya. βAnd what about you guys?β she inquired, expression still light and cheery. βWhat are you studying?β God, she could only hope that she wasnβt going to be stuck here with three pre-law kids. Honestly. Please.
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Post by servalstrike on Jan 12, 2017 14:47:21 GMT -5
Soraya:
She found herself staring at Peyton, taking in his every feature as he talked. Soraya had never met someone so bubbly and kind. She realized he would get along well with her cousin, a girl of pure sunshine and warmth she could befriend a manticore. Soraya had often found she was very jealous of her cousin. How easily she could talk to people. Her hair was another source of envy. It made Sorayaβs look like a simple puff of smoke compared to her lengths of gleaming midnight tresses. Sadja wasnβt here though, and she couldnβt help Soraya not make everyone into an enemy just by accidentally staring in their direction for too long.
But the boy in front of her, he was colorful and happy and genuine and Soraya was drawn to his light as she had been drawn to Sadjaβs. That, and heβd actually backed her up when she pretty much insulted his friend. So she watched as he talked and the smile that crossed her lips looked like as carnivorous as a snake devouring another snake, but it was truly her own smile.
βYou really think so?β It wasnβt that people thought she was weird for wanting to study animals and wildlife, it was just that people didnβt take much interest. βYes! Yes, they are so big! But I donβt think theyβd make good pets. Theyβre not very fun to play with.β She grinned at him, those eyebrows of hers making her look almost malicious. βYou know, I may like the animals but they seem to hate me, like a lot. When I would visit my cousinβs house her goats would always keep bucking me, and when I tried to hide from them, their kids would climb on my back.β Soraya barked a laugh.
Then he says something about his name being sad and she felt bad about saying he had a girls name. βN-no! Oh no no no! I think youβre name is wonderful! Itβs very pretty I just never heard of a boy named Peyton, but the name suits you.β And she meant it, granted she thought she hurt his feelings but she did like his name.
βYou like all kinds of art huh? Thasβgood I canβt paint or draw or any of it to be the honest but,β she looked down at her half empty plate, βI like clay. I always thought it was fun to play with when I was a kid. Iβd make all kinds of things with clay, including animals.β Which brings her to his question about her favorite animals to study. Touching a finger to her soft lips she looked thoughtful. βMy favorites are snakes. But I also like deer and dogs. Is that not a combination of the weird? Bugs are interesting sometimes too.β And she decided that if Peyton were a bug heβd be a butterfly for sure.
As Kat seated herself at the table Soraya couldnβt help but watch the interaction between her and James. And while Kat smiled and made herself look pleased. It was so convincing. A role this girl played many times before, so often that she may not even be thinking of her actions. Just going through the motions by muscle memory. She could actually appreciate the mask that must have been honed by years of being doted on and ogled by every boy in her path. But there was an element to her that was truthful, something about her that was as sincere as the way she walked, hips swishing to accentuate every syllable of her speech and it was interesting to Soraya. She wondered how many times this girl had used her charms to beguile men and women alike to get her way. And she found herself liking this girl.
Speaking of ogling. James string of verbal diarrhea started up again but at least this time it was directed at someone and not just any creature with ears on their head and eyes in their skull. Leaning back in her chair Soraya crossed her arms over her chest and watched the boy. Head-over-heels. Utterly twitter-patted by this new girl who wore snakeskin like it was her favorite dress. The sight of it makes Soraya nauseous, like sheβs been sitting in a hot car for too long after eating fast food. Offering to recite lyrics to her like a Shakespearean love poem. Mercifully, Kat declined.
Kat then asked them a question and Soraya simply shrugged. βWildlife biology,β she said with an assurance she did not have the last time she was asked that question. Apparently watching James flounder over this girl gave Soraya a newfound confidence. βAnd you? Oh beautiful girl who makes men drool all over themselves trying to talk to you.β She shot a look in Jamesβs direction. Tucking a strand of her own dark hair behind her ear she asked, βIf youβre not high then you should at least restrain yourself from the coffee, caffeine is a drug too and if you ever want to ask a girl out on a date you canβt be tripping over your words like a drunkard.β Again, she thought she was only giving advice and it came out more malicious then she intended. Another reason she had trouble talking to people.
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Post by koi on Jan 12, 2017 15:46:52 GMT -5
peyton molly
Peyton cannot exactly talk with food in his mouth. This is something he learned early on in life. So he doesnβt even try to eat (cβmon, Peyton! You had been so excited for that!). Because he wants to talk (to Soraya. About Animals. he LOVES animals. Did he say he loves animals? He loves them. He has a rat named Francisco). This also leaves his mouth free to talk a-mile-a-minute to why-am-I-friends-with-him-this-is-such-a-Curse James.
His eyebrows furrow. βHey, you had a weird dream too?! What was yours about?β Peytonβs was Seriously Messed. His female pigeon turned into a male priest. He had been very worried. He would have elaborated on his dream, right here, right now, but is a little too afraid that Soraya is going to hear and get sidetracked and not tell Peyton more about animals, so. He zips his mouth closed, tries not to regard James again, but. He runs a hand through his hair, messy, as soon as he hears what James is saying, second-hand embarrassment clouding his thoughts What. Is. He. Doing!!! Itβs honestly a miracle anyone has ever talked to James for longer than two seconds, and Peyton is sure it has absolutely nothing to do with his cute face. Peyton shrugs, a small thing under the too-big shoulders of the jean jacket that he realizes smells vaguely of weed and maybe peppermint oil (Thanks, Esther. Sheβs honestly such a spoon. A really gross spoon. That has more stick n poke tattoos than Actual Skin). He has no idea why itβs the first thing he put on. Estherβs had this junk since she was thirteen and has been steadily painting it since then. Anyhow.
His eyebrows furrow further for a second before his expression loosens. βReally? Animals like me. Well. I guess. Sometimes they do. Mostly βcause I feed βem. Your cousin has goats, though? I donβt know if goats like me all that much. I got chased by a kid once,β he reminisces, tone of voice gentle, blows his hair out of his eyes. And then he grins, his expression lights up like the 4th of July. Or some other firework-y holiday. New Years, maybe.
βOh man. Snakes are amazing. And bugs, too. All I draw is moths. Itβs a big problem. My professor keeps trying to relate it to trauma in my childhood but there is none? Anyways. Deer and dogs are real cute too. Whatβs your favourite type of snake to study?β probably James. Haha no just kidding. He sends a closed-lip smile her way, gentle, βOh and donβt worry βbout it. A lot of people think Iβm a girl just from hearing my name, actually! I took English online in, like, grade 10. And we had an assignment to um, like, whatβs the wordβrecite a part of Romeo and Juliet. And my teacher sent me Julietβs version because he thought I was a girl. And I was like cool I love breaking the gender barrier. So then when I actually sent the video in he was like crap. That is a boy. and he felt so bad but I didnβt care. Got 100% on it!β
And Peyton tears his focus away from Soraya for a moment long enough to tell Kat, βArt major over here. Jacket woulda probably told you that though,β tone light and airy as James regresses further and further into his shell like a hermit crab getting poked. Peyton only feels bad about it for about 0.3 seconds, poking Jamesβ head of floofy hair to show his concern, eyebrows furrowed, before he turns to Kat again (what a good friend little olβ Dolly Molly here is).βOh, heβs actually very high. Those who are above the influence are the highest of them all. What about you, Kat? Whatβre you studying?"
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Post by shades on Jan 12, 2017 17:02:48 GMT -5
βSo yeah, donβt be alarmed when you come home after class to find me eating cookie dough out of a margarita glass with a knife and watching The Lion King. Itβs been one of those days.β βJames Grayson
Corinth University Friday, February 24th, 2017 11:05 AM
James stared, beginning to shuffle. Like oh-Iβm-sorry-you-donβt-like-dogs-so-let-me-stuff-breadsticks-in-my-purse-I-gotta-go sort of shuffling. Packing his pre-law in his book bag, mumbling about βsoccer practiceβ tugging on his shirt and grabbing his light jacket.
βIβm not high. Iβm a pre-law major.β He repeated as though that was the perfect explanation for his word vomit. Despite his previous boast, the girls, Peyton, seemed beyond his understanding. Their words were going through one ear, and out the other. It took a few seconds to get a hold of his bearings and Peytonβs A+ Touch of Concern and Words of Wisdom. It didnβt help, he shook his head; not sure if was a silent βno I donβt need thatβ or because Peyton touched his hair and he had the instinctive urge to do so.
James held on dearly to the table as he listened to the animal and art chatter coming out of their mouths. He felt like a tunnel, only tuning into Katβs question on law. It terrified him, because 1) he was only in pre-law because of encouragement from his parents (one lawyer, one doctor) and to hope they wouldnβt be as mad at Timmy when he decides to go to school for Engineering and not Pre-Med. He makes fun of him, but his little brother is Probably The Most Important Thing In His Life (and James would rather die than say that out loud). At least they (the Graysonβs parents) would have Β½ of their dream. 2) He had no idea what benefit he wanted as a lawyer or whatever. He always thought of himself as maybe a Law and Order lawyer, protecting victims from especially heinous crimes. But then he knew he didnβt want to be defending the murderer and Public Defender was just not what he wanted to be. βI donβt know. I was thinking of my own practice so I can make sure the people are the innocent and not the guilty person.β He blurted, not sure on whether that is truly something he wanted to do.
There was more to him, James knew. His parents said he was special, him and Timothy both. But James knew that was just what Parents Saidβ’ to their kids. James didnβt feel any more special than anyone just that there was more than the words spilling from him mouth and the athletic scholarship and good grades keeping him in college.
βItβs not as easy as that, Soraya.β James said quietly, backpack slung over his shoulder. Stormy eyes glaring towards the table (lingering on the midnight-haired girl) in a look he had perfected thanks to A+ always disappointed father and having to babysit/raise a little brother. βMy verbal cascading has nothing to do inebriation and simply wanting to get laid by the end of the night. I know caffeine is a central nervous system stimulant and a widely consumed psychoactive drug and not healthy taken in large amounts. However, it is very different from being inebriated and the symptoms of caffeine overdose are very different than what Iββ He stumbled, swallowed.
βVery different than what you seem to think I am experiencing, when there is nothing wrong at all.β
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Jan 12, 2017 17:56:27 GMT -5
Gladys Rothchild { on her way to class } Gladys yawned, pressing the heels of her hands into her eyes until colors burst against closed lids. A thread of silvery light trickled in through the sliver left by the heavy, velvet drapes stretched over the window. The only form of natural light to pierce Gladysβs dorm and it told her that dawn had arrived. And if that wasnβt enough, then the vibrant red letters glaring at her from the nightstand delivered the finishing blow that dragged Gladys from her bed. She staggered, catching herself on the nightstand and sending a shower of empty Starbucks cans clattering to the floor. She rubbed her eyes again and raked a hand through her cloud of pale blonde hair.
The girl threw on a black and sheer fabric dress and a pair of boots, all while fighting the urge to crawl back into bed and sleep for a millennia. No, two millennia. Just to be safe. Exhaustion clung to her, granite buried in her marrow that weighed her down, making every step painful. Youβve skipped class two days now, a honey-sweet voice coaxed from beneath the fog of sleep, whatβs one more day?
The voice made an excellent point. She was tempted to obey the voice. After all, it made a valid point. And besides, insomnia had dogged her the past few nights, making sleep impossible. It was only last night that Gladys had at last managed a decent amount of sleep. Why not celebrate by staying in her dorm and sleeping some more? But it was that kind of thinking that had kept her from class for two days now. No, for the sake of herself and her sanity, she resolved to attend class today. And tomorrow. Well, no not tomorrow. Tomorrow was Saturday. But definitely Monday. Possibly Tuesday but that was up in the air for now. Best not to push her luck.
Throwing on a coat and hauling her bag onto her shoulder, she ventured out of her dorm, down the stairs, and into the outside world.
Campus was a hive of activity as packs of students bundled in winter attire hurried to class. Or to breakfast. Gladys considered breakfast for a beat, her stomach loudly sharing its opinion on the matter. Unfortunately, her stomach input was only one word: hungry. Not very insightful. Despite that, the girl hovered outside the door of her dorm building, contemplating a tactical retreat back inside for a smoothie and some quick shut-eye.
Oooooh no you donβt! Youβre already outside, itβs too late.
And so it was.
A harsh wind buffeted her hair and breathed scarlet color into her cheeks. She folded her arms against the cold and trudged on. Her first class wasnβt till eleven, a quick glance at her phone told her she had a good ten minutes to journey through icy February weather. If nothing else, at least the sidewalks were cleared of snow.
Gladys hurried along, ignoring the nasty cold biting through her dress and slicing at her legs. Her first class was in Hendricks Hall, a poetry class her advisor insisted would be fun. It was fun. Sometimes. Most days it was hideously boring. So much so, she suspected the class was nothing more than an excuse for their professor to drone on about her poetry theories. Most questions were met with the notorious βwell I believeββ before their professor launched into a full-scale rant about Lord Byron or Percy Shelley or some other dead white guy. Other than that, it was a great way to start the day.
Unfortunate that Hendricks should be so far from her warm, cozy dorm room.
Gladysβs hair whipped freely, caught and twisted in the wind. And in her face. The cons of long hair, she supposed. Her boots clacked against paving as she hurried along. Clack. Clack. Clack. The next clack never came. It was swallowed by the girlβs own frightened squeak as her heel slid out from underneath her, slamming her against the sidewalk, butt-first. Books, papers, pencils all poured from her bag, scattered around her like strange snowfall.
Pained tears sprang into Gladysβs eyes. Forcibly, she swallowed them down. What a rotten day. What a rotten morning! Rotten snow! Rotten ice!
Now she was late for class.
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Post by mags on Jan 12, 2017 20:32:40 GMT -5
katarina accardi -- The fact that James had to repeat himself as he tried to convince everyone of his sobriety was, well, rather amusing. Like. He actually had to work to convince (presumably) his friend, Peyton. And maybe it was just a running joke between the two of them, to make fun of James for being the dork he certainly seemed to be. But it wasn't as if he didn't have a brain in his head. No, he certainly snapped back at Soraya after she told him off for acting drunk off of coffee (was that even a thing? she didn't know. and honestly, she didn't really wanna find out) by going on and on about a bunch of sciencey-soudning stuff. And, frankly, Katarina was not interested enough to listen to the specifics of that retort. She didn't wanna talk about caffeine. She just wanted to drink it. Was that too much to ask?
Her attention shifted back to Soraya as she answered Kat's previous question, and a hint of a smile presented itself across her lightly-glossed lips. Wildlife biology? Wow. That actually sounded pretty interesting. More interesting, to her, than studying the law (but then again, law could be interesting, too, she supposed. she remembered being dragged down to her parents' offices on multiple occasions as a kid and hearing about all of their cases that had their focus at the time. it certainly was not a boring profession, if you got yourself into the right field). She found herself wondering about what kinds of jobs came with a major in wildlife biology, as she didn't really know what that entailed. But animals were certainly cute, and all, so. Maybe Soraya just wanted to do something that gave her the opportunity to study animals. It made sense.
"I'm pre-med," she replied with a slight nod, humming a bit of a chuckle as Soraya gave a surprisingly-accurate description of her inner persona. She had always had the talent of getting others to do exactly what she wanted. Was it because she was a manipulative person? Perhaps, yes. She knew how to use her beauty to her advantage. And, really, didn't that just make her smart? After all, one had to work with what they were given.
It made sense that Peyton was an art major. She could see that, honestly, by simply looking at him (and it wasn't just the jacket he wore that gave her that inclination). His hands were rather delicate-looking. In a way that made her think that he truly valued his work. It was a sort of..different observation, but. It was a dead giveaway. So when he confirmed his choice of studies, she was not the least bit surprised. "Have you always had an interest in art? Or was it just, like, something you decided you wanted once you got here?"
As James discussed his plans for the future, Kat's attention shifted once more, and her gaze was soft as she listened to what he had to say. He wanted to start his own practice? Hm. His reasoning made sense, certainly. If he worked in a larger firm associated with criminal defense, the partners of the firm would be the ones who ultimately decided which cases he took, regardless of the client's innocence or guilt. She found herself admiring James, if only a little, for wanting to take matters into his own hands. He wanted to take initiative, and that was surely intriguing, for sure. Especially because the easier path (without question) would be to interview and begin work at a pre-established firm. James seemed to be a hard worker, and that was a quality that Katarina certainly admired.
"Ah, so you have an interest in defense?" she asked, head tilting slightly to one side as she made her inquiry. "That's quite interesting. I always thought that if I ended up going into law that I would be on the side of the prosecution." She shrugged her shoulders simply, shifting her weight slightly in her seat as she continued to gaze at James. "More action, that way. At least, in my opinion."
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Post by servalstrike on Jan 12, 2017 21:40:25 GMT -5
Soraya:
Soraya quickly grew fond of Peytonβs almost incoherent babbling, only because of how cheerful he was. Even if some of the things didnβt make sense he just seemed so delighted to talk that Soraya was content to listen. That and someone was willing to listen to her as well. βMy favorite type of snake to study is...venomous snakes. The inland taipan is the most venomous snake in the world. But I think the milk snake is the cutest snake. Whatβs your favorite animal?β She asked as if trying to move some of the attention away from her. But then he starts talking about his name and she smiled again. βSo youβre a master of all the arts, huh? I think you would have made a lovely Juliet.β
With a huff that was somewhere between exasperation and exhaustion she cleaned her plate and tapped her chin. She hadnβt meant to accuse James of caffeinated drunkenness but she realized that was certainly how it came out. Wringing her hands together in something of a nervous habit she felt the need to apologize to James, but feared that opening her mouth again would only lead to her insulting him again.
The poor boy was tripping over his words trying to correct Soraya on what she had said to him, and she could only stare as she absorbed his words. Merely watching him without anything to give him in return. So instead she stood up. βAre you leaving?β Picking up her bag she slung it over her shoulder as she pushed aside her now empty plate. βIf I am the reason for you absconding then I will leave in your stead and you may stay.β Pressing her lips together she glanced at Peyton then to Kat. Katarina hadnβt spoken more than two words to her so she saw no reason to stay for her benefit, in fact, leaving seemed more to her interest than staying. But she tapped Peytonβs shoulder, βYouβre friend appears to be rather upset. I take responsibility as the one that soured his mood and hope you can correct my mistake.β Preparing another smile she quickly bent down to his ear and whispered. βYou are free to come with me if you please, we could walk in the fresh air and talk about anything you like.β
When she stood up straight again she bowed her head to Kat. βIt was a pleasure to meet you, Kat, I hope we can talk again soon you seem like an interesting person.β Again she returned her attention to James. βIf you still wish to go then Iβd like to join you. This atmosphere...makes me anxious.β
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Post by intentional on Jan 12, 2017 22:44:27 GMT -5
Alwyn Conway ;;
Alwyn rarely slept. Sheβd always had a difficult time sleeping, and being in college, stressed about exams and grades definitely didnβt help her insomnia. She used to always sneak out of the foster home to sit by the beach and watch the waves come and go. Luckily for her, the foster home was only a couple miles away from the beach, and sheβd walk the street that lead straight to the blue water.
It was weird how the water always managed to calm her down. She loved showering β sorry Californiansβ and could shower for hours if the home had allowed her to. After school sheβd always hang out by herself or with her one closest friend, Avery, at the beach. The sound of the waves crashing would help Alwyn calm herself down and let her relax and itβd also help her think. Oh how she wished there were a beach nearby the school, but sadly, Alwyn had to settle for a park. At least this one was quiet, and there was fresh snow from last night.
Sheβd been at Billingβs Park for at least two hours, since she couldnβt go back to sleep starting around 5 in the morning, but she didnβt know quite what time it was. Sheβd seen the sunrise and relaxed at the quiet park. Alwyn didnβt have class until later today and she was going to enjoy her personal time alone.
Alwyn had sat herself on top of the large oddly shaped rock and was writing in her little journal when she suddenly heard the sounds of dogs barking and playing. She turned around to find the source of the sound, and eventually got up from the rock, pocketing her journal and pen. She walked around the park until she saw the two dobermans play fighting. A boy-like figure was standing nearby with another doberman at his side. The boy seemed small, and she was unsure if he was a boy or a girl. But by the way he carried himself with his dog, dressed in a very nice coat, Alwyn guessed that he was like those small, rich boys in the movies and he lived in a very big mansion-like house that had a warm fireplace and had a servant named Alfred not referencing to Batman.
She wouldβve shied away from the boy, but the dogs drew her in. Alwynβs always loved animals, and when she was younger, sheβd get scolded by the foster parents for staying at the animal shelter after the sun had set. She visited it so much that the entire shelter staff knew her personally and let her volunteer there when she went to high school. Animals seemed to really like her, and Alwyn reciprocated their feelings.
The dobermans looked strong and regal and they were well-kept. The two that were playing were smaller than the one by the boyβs side, and they both looked female. The biggest one had a muzzle, and although she didnβt like muzzles, this one had a basket one that allowed him to breathe. Alwyn guessed he was the most well trained, but quite possibly more dangerous than his fellow doberman siblings.
She perched herself nearby, watching the dogs play. She didnβt want to bother the dogs, who seemed so happy to be free, and she didnβt really want to talk to their owner, who didnβt seem like the most sociable person, and Alwyn felt a tiny bit intimidated by him. So she chose to ignore the boy and focus 100% of her attention to the dogs, and she smiled at their play-fighting.
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Post by servalstrike on Jan 12, 2017 23:31:03 GMT -5
Cedric Harlot:
His house looked like the biology lab in Cooper Hall, an assortment of skeletons and flowers preserved under glass domes while an array of jars of animals in formaldehyde adorned his walls. Yes, Cedric certainly was something else. Delighting in the miseries of those around him with a fascination for what people might find almost morbid and gloomy. His fingers drummed against the desk he kept in his study while he assessed the papers in front of him. He wasnβt much older than the other students that attended Corinth and yet he acted as though he was in his late thirties. Cedric was...bored. Heβd finished all his work early so as to get it out of the way so he may worry about more important matters, but now he floated through the melancholy of his day in a routine manner. Pushing his chair back he stood up and strode toward the door. No, that simply wouldnβt do. Mundane and ordinary were not words he liked. Neither were words such as harmony and peace. He needed excitement. He needed chaos.
Shrugging on his wool jacket he stroked his most precious pet -a big orange tabby named Muffler- on his way out the door. βHave a lovely day, My Sweet, donβt laze about for too long itβs unbecoming you.β Before he stepped out of the confines of his house his eyes caught on a vase of flower by the threshold. He plucked a monkshood for the vase and pinned it to his jacket. That was another thing about Cedric Harlot, his house was filled with flowers. And he made it routine to send his beloved nemesis a bouquet every week. As a reminder of how deep he held their friendship. And to taunt him of course, but he simply couldnβt help himself. He loathed Mika in every way ever since they were children and the only reason heβd bought a house here was to rub it in his face like some kind of jealous lover.
Combing his fingers through his luxuriously dark and fluffy hair he snapped the door shut and locked it before making his way down the sidewalk towards the school. There was always fun to be had at that school. Cedric certainly valued his education above all else but what a delight it was to tease someone with a broken heart or to get some newly-pledged fraternity boy to carry his things when he threatened to divulge his secrets to his new friends. The possibilities were endless when you were the bastard-born son of a wealthy man who would pay you to never speak to him again. Money and time were no barriers to Cedric Harlot.
Cedric took his time strolling toward the park when he heard the oh-so-familiar and incessant barking of those mongrels that his darling neighbor called dogs. Despite the urge to turn back and rub his ears of that wretched noise he instead meandered toward the ruckus. Wandering through the park until he found its source he allowed a lazy grin to twist his features.
Ignoring the playful hounds he approached his mortal enemy. βMickey, my friend, bringing your dogs out for a run are you? Isnβt that precious, I had no idea you had such a soft spot for the beasts. Always full of surprises though arenβt you, Michael?β He tucked his hands behind his back as his golden eyes surveyed the massive doberman that stood obediently at Mikaβs side. The mongrel was vicious looking and that muzzle only made the creature all the more threatening. Surely no one else would have approached his tiny little owner if not for Cedricβs courage.
Pointing to doberman Cedric said, βTell me, Mitchel, how do you walk that monster -Peppermint was it?- without it dragging you through the mud like a rag doll.β Doll was right, Mika looked almost identical to one of those creepy porcelain dolls that would be stowed away in the attic of a haunted house, which his perfect pale complexion and a face that never showed any expression except for disgust and detest.
So engrossed in his conversation Cedric didnβt take note of the pretty girl watching the playful dogs. He hardly cared either.
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Jan 13, 2017 0:45:31 GMT -5
Mika Revel { billing's park }
Sweetpea was the first of the dogs to notice the girl nearby. That came as no surprise, few things got past the dog and people never even came close to that list. A low growl rumbled in his chest, snout wrinkling with the beginnings of a snarl. Cinnamon and Lavender halted their play, alerted to the presence of the girl by their brotherβs warning. Mika, oddly, was the last to see the girl. It irked him that he hadnβt noticed her before, especially since Lavender and Cinnamon had only just gotten the chance to stretch their legs.
Sweetpea slowly rose to a stand, the fur along his spine transforming into a mountain range. There is a reason Sweetpea wears a muzzle. Itβs so Mika can avoid being sued. But more importantly than that, the doberman was not keen on strangers.
His siblings, however, were wary but curious of the newcomer. Eager, energetic Cinnamon was the first to approach, long tail still as he sniffed at her shoes. Mika didnβt budge an inch, didnβt call him off or anything of the sort. His features remained placid, calm in a way that said he didnβt actually care what happened. Lavender followed next, already it was clear she was far less wary than her brothers. Tongue lolling from open jaws, the young doberman bounded toward the girl, sniffing at her hands and pants and shoes. Cinnamon, seeing his sisterβs approval, followed suit.
Deciding that was enough, Mika opened his mouth to reel his hounds in when something far worse than an errant girl opened its ugly mouth like a festering wound.
βOut of your cage early, Harlot? Lovely, Sweetpea was just looking for a morning snack. He gets a light breakfast, you see.β At his side, Sweetpeaβs growl climbed from his chest to his throat, lips raising over white fangs and bright gums. βSilencieux, Sweetpea, pas encore,β Mika planted a hand firmly between the dogβs ears, forcing him back down into a sit. βYouβll have to excuse him. You understand heβs not used to seeing vermin crawling out in the snow. Makes him anxious.β
Meanwhile, Cinnamon and Lavender were sniffing the girl with all the delight and wonder of toddlers exploring the world around them. It was a rare occasion indeed that they interacted with a human other than Mika. Lavender barked giddily, tail wagging and ears as perked as their floppy nature would allow. Sweetpea was the only one among them with his tail docked and ears cropped, the doing of his previous owner, mind you. Mika thought the practice of making his dogs look more vicious than they already were was barbaric. His dogs could easily tear you limb from screaming limb in a matter of seconds, they didnβt need to look the part as well.
Though, ever since Sweetpeaβs littleβ¦ mishap, Mika had considered making his dogs appear more sinisters to ward off any more unsolicited attention. But thatβs what spiked collars were for. Besides, Cinnamon and Lavender hadnβt shown any signs of aggressive behavior. Yet.
βTell me, Harlot, do you enjoy stalking me? Iβd like to know if this is a casual hobby of yours or a full-time career,β Mikaβs tone was ice and deadpan, not a sliver of emotion inched itself into his words.
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