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- torgs
Jan 26, 2017 22:21:05 GMT -5
Post by torr on Jan 26, 2017 22:21:05 GMT -5
OMG U WILD THING
THAT SHRUG EMOJI IS LITERALLY ME DAILY
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- torgs
Jan 26, 2017 22:23:14 GMT -5
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Post by mags on Jan 26, 2017 22:23:14 GMT -5
IM THE WILDEST REMEMBER THE COCOA
IM LAUGHING ABT MAGICAL MAGS HAHAHAHAH
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- torgs
Jan 30, 2017 20:41:24 GMT -5
Post by mags on Jan 30, 2017 20:41:24 GMT -5
katarina accardi -- okay so tbh i wasn’t really sure where to start?? so i kinda just did this whole messy thing or whatever. i figured it would maybe give u a little more to work w for stella since idek what i wrote for seb lol whoopsif u wanna bring in will now, maybe have him run into kat since she’s just kinda chillin & drinking coffee? and then maybe they can like meet up again at the party?? up to u bro (‘: also -- i can age kat up a bit if u want. wasn't sure how old to make her?
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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 single raindrop to the apocalypse. But anyway, she would have been happier there. That she knew. 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 Allen 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 Society™. 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 this place? 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 final lecture of the day (which, surprisingly, was pretty early, as what would normally be her last class was cancelled for today), 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 the science building all the way across campus (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 nearest Starbucks 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 at the coffee shop, 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). She was surprised to see that the Starbucks was not nearly as crowded as she had expected it to be. So that was a plus, at least. She needed something to warm her up (since her layers-upon-layers of clothing just? Weren’t gonna cut it). So within a couple, quick minutes, she ordered her mocha and settled into a chair at one of the corner tables. She now had some time to kill, didn’t she.
Ah, yes. A new year, new classes, new reasons to stress. College simply wasn’t what Katarina had thought it would be. She had expected to have time to go to more than an occasional party, to spend more than a little time here and there with her friends. Her schedule was constantly swamped with lectures and homework and note-taking — and if she were to be quite honest? It was a drag.
She had always been an overachiever, so it was not as if she could just let her daddy’s generous donations guide her through school. (It just..didn’t feel right to do the bare minimum in order to graduate. Even though she knew she could easily get away with it. Something about it was much too..unethical, even for Katarina — who, in all honesty, was, like, the freaking queen of immorality. But, whatever.) So. With all of the work she was expected to complete regularly, there was little time left over for socialization.
But everything seemed to be falling into place for tonight.
At the last minute, her final class of the day had been cancelled (something about the professor wanting to give everyone more time to acquire the required textbooks? She didn’t know. Or particularly care. It was just one less thing for her to worry about, thank god). And since it was Friday night, she knew that there was bound to be some sort of party to get her out of the freakin’ dorm room and into civilization. Like a Real Human Being™. It was only the first week of classes and already, her schedule was cramped. Too much homework, too little time. Well. For tonight, at least, Katarina planned to forget about her responsibilities and just have a little fun (as cliché as that sounded).
And she knew exactly who would be at the forefront of all of the fun:
Stella Petunia Hamilton.
She was Katarina’s close friend. And honestly, if anything worth attending was happening on campus, that girl would know about it. She was the real party animal of Allen University. (And, to be quite honest, that made her fun to be around.) So, pulling her phone from her parka’s pocket, Kat shot a text to Stella. It simply read, “what’s the plan for tonight (;”
She assumed that the girl would be with Sebastian Serafin if she were home, since those two, recently, had been practically joined at the hip. (Was Kat jealous? Maybe. She liked to be the center of everyone’s attention. It was what she yearned for, what she craved. But I won’t get into that now.)
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- torgs
Feb 1, 2017 12:26:40 GMT -5
Post by mags on Feb 1, 2017 12:26:40 GMT -5
sebastian serafin -- woo hoo reposting this here bc then it's all in one place?? y'know
why do u think my writing is good torr it's So Bad ---- Jet-lag took a freaking long time to wear off. It was a pain. Why had he decided to go abroad anyway? And why had he decided to come home the dang day before class resumed? Because he was dumb. Like, really, really dumb. He should have come home earlier, but hey! It was Spain. He had been transfixed by Europe. After all, this had been his first solo trip. No friends, no family. Not even Tobias. Just Sebastian. (And, y’know, he’d met some pretty girls, and he’d had his flings, but that hadn’t been the purpose of his trip. It would’ve been the reason for Tobias going abroad, but. It was different for the younger Serafin. He liked to immerse himself in the culture of a new place. To meet the locals. To taste the food. A new country equalled a new experience. But anyway, moving on.) But now, five days later (that’s right, it was already Friday) and he was still about to freaking fall asleep at every single lecture. (Was that pathetic, or what?) He was ready to crash after his final class. But. That was out of the question, since it was Friday, and everyone would probably be going out to some party.
And who was Sebastian Serafin to miss out on a good time?
After finally finishing his last class of the day, the young man headed back to the house, expecting to see, well, at least someone? Probably a few people were home by now. At least, he assumed that this were the case. Especially considering the fact that some lights had been flipped on. That was a dead giveaway, obviously.
(Now, oddly enough, Sebastian was not the type to openly voice his opinions. He liked to observe, more than anything. It was his specialty. And because he wasn’t the most vocal in the house, it made sense that he sort of appeared broody or unapproachable at times. But, though he didn’t talk about other people in the house frequently, he certainly had his opinions. Sebastian was closest to Stella and Rivers — that much was obvious. They were the two people in the house who were..most like him, in personality. Both of them liked to have fun, like he did. Granted, Stella’s party life was a bit much for Sebastian — only because of his school schedule — and he always found himself curious as to how she avoided getting into too much trouble. But, anyway. None of the others in the house interested him all that much? Ariella was too uptight. Skylar was too much of a goody-goody for his tastes. And Aleks? Well. He didn’t really know what the hell to think of that kid. He didn’t really know what to think of Mikkel either. Something about him just..rubbed Sebastian the wrong way. So he steered clear, for the most part, and stuck with his friends.)
As he entered the house, Sebastian hiked his messenger back up onto his shoulder, pausing in the entryway as he heard voices conversing in the next room. Something about a party? God, they were predictable. Friday night was party night. (Well. Except for Stella. Since, y’know, every night was one of those get-out-and-get-wasted types of nights for her.) As he stepped into the living area, he took a little survey of who was already home. Ari, Skylar, and..Rivers? Weird. He flashed his friend a slightly-confused grin as his eyebrows puckered, forming a small “v” across his forehead. However, within a moment or so, he shrugged this feeling aside as he decided to join the group.
“What’s this I hear about a party?” He raised an eyebrow slightly, a bit of a smirk brightening his features.
And just then, Stella burst through the door, entrance as dramatic as ever. And he couldn’t help but shake his head, eyes casting downward as he huffed a chuckle of amusement. This girl never ceased to entertain him. She was just spunky. Like, he never really knew what to expect from her.
He noticed the look of perplexity in her expression, and again, his eyebrows raised slightly as he met her dark gaze with his narrowed, pine-green eyes.
“What’s up with you?”
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- torgs
Feb 2, 2017 10:12:45 GMT -5
Post by torr on Feb 2, 2017 10:12:45 GMT -5
haaahahaaa "so bad" if u want "so bad" look no further will's is coming along swimmingly i should have it up by tonight <3
i was thinking of making will a senior so omg what if he tas one of her labs but like labs dont start til the second week so they wouldnt know haha stella h. Evenly meeting the gaze of her housemate, Stella quickly changed her expression to one of neutrality. She literally brushed Sebastian’s question aside with the flick of her wrist, simply stating, “Nothing.” She was just surprised to see everyone hanging out--such an unlikely group of students from diverse backgrounds getting along? Unthinkable. For her, anyway. There was no way she was even going to pretend to tolerate the people she had to live with. It was almost a joke, really. This ragtag group of strangers living with someone such as herself? Ridiculous. She certainly regretted not taking up her father’s offer to rent her a nearby apartment now. They were all simply unbearable. Well, almost all of them, that was. Thankfully the majority of the males in the household were smokin’ and mostly up to her standards. She enjoyed Sebastian’s company in particular, if you could catch him not half-asleep, that is. A grin spread across the girl’s face as the knowledge that it was Friday reemerged into her head. Ah yes, Friday. The day of all days, what everyone yearned for during the week was finally upon her. The party day. Of course, everyday could be a party in her book with the right amount of alcohol, but Fridays were in a whole different ballgame. You want to get so wasted you can’t even think? Friday was your day--no consequences or time to regret it--that would come Saturday morning. With this information rolling around in her brain, Stella sauntered over to Sebastian, reaching for his arm so she could cling to his side. “You are coming out with me tonight, right? You promised,” she insisted, once again reaching up for his shoulder and pulling him down closer. “You’ll have a really good time, I’ll make sure of it,” she added in a playfully hushed tone. Without waiting for an answer--I mean, really, was there any doubt in her mind as to his answer? No.--she released Sebastian and drew her gaze over the group, pointedly lifting her chin up higher to create the illusion of peering down at the rest of the lot. She opened her mouth to speak but the ’bzzt bzzt’ vibration of her phone thankfully drew Stella’s attention away from the group of housemates lounging in the common area. She had been about to pipe a snarky comment on the strange gathering but busied herself instead by glancing down at the screen. Expecting a notification from twitter or instagram or something of the like, she was surprised to see a message from one of the only female contacts she had--Katarina Accardi--or Kat, as the name appeared in her phone, with a little emoji next to it. While most all other females were tragically annoying and downright intolerable, Kat was a breath of fresh air. She and the young freshman had clicked right of the bat, and she often felt as though she had taken the girl under her party-experienced wing. Taking a seat on the arm of the couch the girl tapped open the message and skimmed its short contents. Unable to provide an answer just yet, she tossed her phone onto the sofa and leaned back onto the cushions. See, there was a problem. There was no plan for tonight. Not yet anyway. There were far too many options open for the night, and the topic had been the subject of a great mental debate all day. You see, she would have liked to have gone out clubbing tonight, but one of the frats haha sorry i know nothing bout fraternities lmao was throwing a kegger that you would have to be crazy to miss. Both were good options, but if Kat was planning on heading out tonight as well, the kegger would be the easiest route. Sure, she could probably grab her a fake in the next couple of hours, but that required a decent amount of effort and time that she wouldn’t even give for herself, let alone another person. With that decision out of the way, she reached for her phone and fired off a text reading: finally decided to go out tonight?? [winky emoji] hitting up [insert frat name here]’s kegger. gonna snag some senior babes [fire emoji x2] [silly wink emoji]
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- torgs
Feb 4, 2017 10:25:20 GMT -5
Post by torr on Feb 4, 2017 10:25:20 GMT -5
hahhhahaaa idek what this is sorry william n. On this lovely afternoon, the one and only William Ryan Nottem was off on a jog/run around campus. With classes his classes ending fairly early on Fridays (before 12pm--score), he was given lots of free time Friday afternoons to hit the gym up, or, in today’s case, go for a run. Despite soccer season not being until the spring, for obvious reasons, being the captain and all, it was in his best interest to keep in shape. Not only that, but he really enjoyed working out and keeping a (mostly) healthy lifestyle in general. His motivation? Winning. The team had just lost in the final round to their Californian rivals, heartlessly ripping away all they had worked for over the past year. The defeat had been a rough one for the whole team, but he had taken the loss especially hard. However, the upcoming season was looking promising, with some skilled new freshmen added to the lineup, they would surely be this year’s champions if they continued to work and train hard. So with that thought in mind, he did. For many, the weather today would be considered just a bit too cold for a run, but that sure as heck didn’t stop this boy. The sun was shining, not a single cloud in sight, the air was crisp--it was the perfect time for a run. Clad in a light jacket, compression pants, gloves, and to top it all off, a toque sporting the Allen University logo, William looked as though he certainly did not know how to dress for the weather (the opposite was true, of course). But, hear him out, he needed to dress lightly in order to move easily. Besides, he would keep warm by running--plus, a little cold never hurt anyone. He was a native north easterner. Having grown up on the east coast his whole life, this boy knew how cold it could really get. This? This was nothing. However, that being said, after a good forty-five minutes of keeping warm by running and jogging around campus William was feeling the chill of the wind while cooling down. Thankfully, just up ahead was one of campus’ many coffee shops--I mean, every university student practically lived on coffee, himself included. About to take off at a jog towards the coffee-y goodness, he was caught off guard by a puffy figure entering the shop. Too far away to discern any shape of face from the figure, he couldn’t help but quirk an eyebrow in surprise. It certainly wasn’t that cold today. He wasn’t sure if it was ever cold enough to warrant dressing so heavily--maybe in Antarctica, but not at Allen University. Sure, maybe he was a little under-dressed for the weather and his hands were starting to feel numb from the cold, but… he wasn’t sure where he was going with that thought, too preoccupied with his now shivering shoulders to continue. He breathed into chilled hands and rubbed them together before taking off at a run to close the distance between himself and the warmth of the shop. Once inside, William pulled his gloves off and shoved his arm under his armpits and bounced up and down in the balls of his feet in an attempt to warm up. Thankfully the lineup was surprisingly short (where were all the art and english majors relishing in Starbucks’ “atmosphere” as they called it?) and the barista was calling out his order within a few minutes. “Thanks Jen.” He thanked the female behind the counter--a classmate of his--taking the cup teasingly labelled 'Rian’.“Hey Ryan!” came a voice to his left, sending his head whipping to the left to catch the voice’s owner. Unsurprisingly, one of his teammates was seated at a table with his girlfriend, and even more unsurprising--they were both English majors with their macbooks opened up presumably “working” on an essay of some sort. The thought of essays made him wince--he hadn’t written a proper essay since first year and let me tell you he wouldn’t be writing one unless absolutely necessary. “Connor, Abby,” he greeted the two while ambling over, eyes scanning the shop. “Good to see you.” A curiously familiar-looking jacket seated at one of the corner tables caught his eye. Was that the puffball from earlier? He felt a laugh forming in his throat but he managed to hold it back--mostly. An odd laugh-cough ended up escaping from his lips and he turned his head away from the girl to not seem like he was staring. After a short conversation with the two fourth years, he learned that they were, in fact, working on essays. Did he know English majors or what? Anywho. His curiosity kept him sneaking glances over at the female in the corner table. It seemed absurd to be wearing so many layers on such a “mild” day? He had to know what the deal was. A nod and a good-bye to his friends and he was off, Rian cup in hand to approach the table of one puff-clad lady. “Hey,” he greeted, placing his cup down on her table and helping himself to a chair. He wasn’t one to feel awkward in any situation--not even greeting and randomly sitting down at a stranger’s table in Starbucks. Never.
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