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[b][color=darkcyan]Location;[/color][/b] Outside by the Cherry blossoms [color=darkcyan]→[/color] Third floor, Mayweather Old West
[b][color=darkcyan]Interacting With;[/color][/b] Mitch & Benny by Text [sub][@HushedWhispers] [@Hippocamp][/sub] [color=darkcyan]→[/color] Sweetheart Milo [sub][@Angel Eyes][/sub] & Asswipe Lucas [sub][@Legion02][/sub]
[b][color=darkcyan]Mood;[/color][/b] In her own world [color=darkcyan]→[/color] Peeved [color=darkcyan]→[/color] Fiery anger. 
[url=http://i00.i.aliimg.com/wsphoto/v0/879321516_1/The-sale-2013-brand-new-knee-length-tunic-ruffle-summer-casual-cute-novelty-lace-white-chiffon.jpg]Outfit[/url][/center][hr][indent]Honestly, when was rest a common occurrence for her? Why would last night be any different? Eliana Lovelace could put others to sleep but never herself. First to rise, last to bed. Always. That should become her motto! By now, she knew how to handle it. Perks of getting little to no sleep meant more time away from her room, away from an [i]annoyance[/i] that would cause her to want to pull her hair out. Alright, perhaps that would be a drastic reaction, but she wasn't going to deny that her roommate, Brooklyn McKenzie or "Little Lapis", got on her absolute nerves. Suffering from insomnia, the brunette with piercing, yet captivating, chartreuse green eyes, sat on a bed of grass, her back leaned against a cherry blossom tree, as she read the dark romance of [i]Wuthering Heights[/i] by Emily Brontë. Leaving her house at the crack of dawn had it's benefits. She could watch the sunrise, go to a 24 hour Diner, eat berry-topped pancakes (Yum!), and she could listen to the sounds of nature around her while she read a phenomenal story. Today was the start of vacation and for once, her mother gave her a break to enjoy herself. Let's see how long that lasts. 

Oh, how she adored this Gothic fiction romance. Ellie stared at the words on the gentle surface and turned to the next page. The transcendental love between Heathcliff and Catherine surpass the boundaries of life and death. It was awe-inspiring and yes, creepy. All characters in this story were driven by their appetites, like desire or ambition, but the romance between the two protagonists resonated the most in Eliana's mind. Heathcliff, the unforgivably horrible man, appealed to a woman, who was torn between climbing the social ladder and her wild love for the fierce and cruel man. As much as Eliana wanted to hate the romance, she couldn't. There were many complexities in this novel that would make any person fall for the dark nature of the world, and she found herself reading it over, and over again. 

Taking a break from reading, the aspiring hero that went by the Alias "Dream Catcher" looked up from her book and scanned her surroundings. Soon, the campus would have students walking and running around. Some believing today was indeed a class day and others simply meeting up with their friends to go on an adventure. Happily alone, Ellie had no plans today. Her options were endless! 

No longer deep in thought, the brunette felt her phone vibrate and sighed. Under her breath, she muttered, "[color=darkcyan]Who could it possibly be...[/color]"

Within this past month, Ellie, the woman who preferred to isolate herself from social situations, seemed to have obtained a couple of friends (Milo and Jess mostly. Mitch doesn't count) and a flock of individuals that gave her a headache. Especially [i]one person[/i] in particular, but she wasn't going to think about [i]him[/i]. 

College was truly something. 

Placing a [url=https://img0.etsystatic.com/050/0/6877497/il_fullxfull.693737322_7957.jpg]vintage flower bookmark[/url] in her novel to save her place and softly closing it with her left hand, she slipped her free hand into her small, [url=https://img0.etsystatic.com/il_430xN.124977521.jpg]white purse[/url] that complimented her simple, light-in-color outfit. Reviewing the texts she received, one from Mitch and one from Benny, she twirled her strand of her hair as she read what they said. Ellie wasn't one to put pet names for her friends in her contacts. Call it whatever, she preferred to take the more old-fashioned/boring route. 

[quote][center][b]To: [color=215435]Mitch Danford[/color]
[color=Darkcyan]That's cute. I got that and some. Isn't extra credit [i]great[/i]?[/color][/b][/center][/quote]

A smirk fell on her face as she sent the text, hoping her teasing jabbed his ego. If he didn't believe her, she would find Miss Margaret, take a picture with the test and highlight the comment: [i]I'll be adding these extra points to your next test, great job![/i]

[b]SUCK IT, MITCH.[/b] Okay, yes, Ellie was competitive as hell, especially with her rival since forever but god did she love crushing people with her excellence. After getting her excitement out of the way, she brought her attention to Benny's text. She had yet to determine how close they were... he was interesting, that was for sure. 

[quote][center][b]To: [color=ABA2B9]Benny Hops[/color]
[color=Darkcyan]...Good morning to you too. Besides being "like" a newborn, how's Benny's world?[/color][/b][/center][/quote]

The text sent and just when she was going to put her phone away, she received [b]another one[/b] from an unknown number: [color=#b53389][b]UR Asian is cute[/b][/color]. And soon after, a picture followed with Milo, wet hair, but still incredibly adorable in a hallway and... faintly she could see in the background... [b]LUCAS[/b]. She wanted to text: WHO ARE YOU?! But instead, she quickly analyzed the photo and the surroundings. Dorm room definitely and... the ass-wipe was there. Her guesses were Old West, especially since the pool room was on the right and not the left like Old East. Jolting up, Eliana, with her protective sister signals tingling, ran in her fair dress to the dorms. Her purse hanged on her shoulder, her book was clasped in her hand, and she sprinted up the stairs. 

Sliding into the hallway, looking right and then left, she saw them, her precious friend and... the [b]fucker[/b]. Storming toward the men, hoping to god the damage wasn't terrible, hoping she made it just in the nick of time, not noticing Milo's shirt was backwards, Eliana teethed (automatically reaching to snap judgments that her enemy hurt her pure cinnamon roll), "[color=Darkcyan]Well, aren't you a damn [b]coward[/b].[/color]" Her green eyes glaringly met with the 5'11" jerk-off she hated the most in the world. She hoped Milo took this moment of distraction to slip away. She could take care of the rest. If Lucas made a sudden action toward Milo, she would not hesitate and wasn't afraid to forcefully throw the object in her hand at his fucking skull while washing a damn nightmare in his peanut sized brain. Her heated emotions made her forget she was holding a book (which usually, calm Ellie would not throw a sacred book). All she could think about was protecting her friend. It didn't help that whenever she cleaned up Milo's nightmares, she was exposed to all his fears of Lucas and that... that infuriated her. Her piercing stare never looked away from her friend's tormentor. 

No one in the third hallway of Mayweather Old West heard faint steps of someone walking downstairs.  
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[b][color=#b53389]Location;[/color][/b] Third floor, Mayweather Old West [color=#b53389]→[/color] Outside
[b][color=#b53389]Interacting With;[/color][/b] Brenna [sub][@smarty0114][/sub], Lucas [sub][@Legion02], and Ellie[/sub] by text. [color=#b53389]→[/color] Observing Milo [sub][@Angel Eyes][/sub], Lucas, Eliana  [color=#b53389]→[/color] Herself
[b][color=#b53389]Mood;[/color][/b] Full of vim and vigor [color=#b53389]→[/color] Devious [color=#b53389]→[/color] Playfully happy!
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Having woken up slightly earlier than everyone else, Gianna Daniels, the sex goddess and Queen of Delphina, had freshened up and chose to wear one of her elegant, yet showcases her long legs, black rompers. Once she was finished with her morning routine, she walked out her room and explored her dorm to find a [i]prey[/i]. A delicious victim waiting for her to devour. She did indeed find someone, a sophomore Mayweather student reading quietly in the pool room. There were far too many book nerds at this school. Truly, they all needed to get laid. Curious and letting a smirk slip on her face, the mesmerizing woman, with a bod to die for, silently entered the room and coolly whispered, "[color=#b53389]I haven't seen you around.[/color]"  

The ginger boy had hipster like glasses on, a wrinkled plaid shirt, and ripped jeans. Looking up from his book, his mouth dropped at the sight of a woman he's seen before from a far but never met face to face. Nervously, he gulped, "Uh... my-" he stuttered uncontrollably, "My-my room is... is in the other... uh... one. M-my friend-" 

Finding him rather sad and pathetic, but not showing that on her face, she sauntered closer to him. He was sitting on a sofa by his lonesome self, such innocence. The closer she got, the more he tried to push backward into his seat. Before he knew it, frozen in his position mind you, she was leaned over him, her face inches away from him. So close, they could kiss. Sweat ran down his face as he felt a sudden "tension" build up in him. Glancing downward, he saw... 

Oh no... immediately, he used the book he was reading to cover his excited 'friend' as the seductive she-wolf leered over him. It was as if he was her morning meal. 

With a light chuckle, her chocolate coated orbs locked with his soft ocean blue eyes and he knew at that moment, it was game over. Her stare was intimidating and undeniably strong. She entrancingly licked her plump lips, which were decorated with light pink lipstick, "[color=#b53389]I can fix that.[/color]" The poor boy was absolutely speechless as he watched her pick up the book, toss it on the floor, trail her fingers down his chest, gave him feverish kisses on his neck, and undid his...

After a sad amount of time, the boy scurried out of the pool room zipping up his pants. Expecting the disappointment, Gianna shrugged at her small snack running away from the best time of his life and reapplied more lipstick. [color=#b53389][i]He needs to get himself a girlfriend.[/i][/color] The woman who held herself with great confidence and trap-worthy allure grimaced in disgust at how no Mayweather could handle her. Every single one of them had a naughty side that they were afraid to admit to, ultimately letting their insecurities rule their lives. Poor unfortunate heroes. It would seriously be the end of the world if she found a Hero that could sex her up as much as she would to them. The only person who truly pleased her day in and day out was her late boyfriend, Vincent Hart. God, he was amazing in bed and wherever else they chose to "make their mark". Her gaze saddened as she stared at the book that was left behind... 

Shaking the sadness away not wanting to think about her dead boyfriend or the fire or her hatred for Mayweathers, she decided to text her babies. 

[quote][center][b]To: [color=powderblue]The Gorg Apprentice[/color]
[color=#b53389]Plans? Fountain in like 10! I want some [i]fun[/i].[/color][/b][/center][/quote]

[quote][center][b]To: [color=8e45c5]My Pup[/color]
[color=#b53389]When R U gonna give me a piece of dat ass? ;) Kidding <3. When ur not hittin' on kids, come say hi to me babe. Same spot.[/color][/b][/center][/quote]

With that she strolled into the hallway and just when she was going to exit, she saw the innocent Milo rushing up it. Swiftly, and without a trace, Gia pressed herself up against the wall on the opposite side of the stairs archway (the side she assumed Milo wasn't going to turn toward). She watched Milo walk pass her, not noticing her, and go the opposite direction as her. She assumed correctly.

Speaking of the devil, she saw her puppy. Before Lucas was given the chance to find her, Gia glided into the stairway and waited until they both were distracted with the other to even notice another presence. An idea popped in her head and the Queen put her phone in camera mode and poked her hand into the hallway, snapping a quick pic. Observing it and shrugging at the angle, she decided to send it to her mentor's daughter. Gia knew Milo was one of the Dream Catcher's weaknesses, even though Ellie had no idea that she cared about the kid as much as she actually did, and as such, the devil disguised as a woman sent the text to trigger the "dream" girl. The Hispanic had stolen Eliana's number from Mrs. Lovelace's phone because-- why not?  

[quote][center][b]To: [color=darkcyan]Experiment[/color]
[color=#b53389]UR Asian is cute[/color][/b][/center][/quote]

Choosing to wait in the stairway, she knew that the darling Dream Catcher would be too distracted by the notion of saving her friend than to notice Gia leaning against the wall, waiting to see how long it took her to get here. In three minutes, the Lovelace girl came running up the stairs and hurrying passed the villain without a second thought. Hearing the girl call Lucas a coward, the light brown haired woman snickered in delight. 

Now it was time to meet up with her Apprentice. Ideally. 

Her steps were faint as she made her way downstairs and out the doors of Old West. Taking in the fresh air, Gia reached her hands toward the sky. Today was going to be a splendid day, wouldn't you think? With her purse on her shoulder, she took out her shades and strutted around campus, allowing Mayweather and Delphina alike to drool over her. 

To the fountain she went~[/indent]