[center][color=Lightslategray][h3]Avaleigh Dawson[/h3][/color]
[color=Lightslategray]Location:[/color] Annabelle House, Room 2
[color=Lightslategray]Interacting with:[/color] Olive [@Classpet] , Class of 2020 (First Years) via Facebook

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As her roommate answered her question, Ava decided to not bother putting the rest of her clothes away. Zipping up her [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/24/3e/1c/243e1c398efa07324ca74c25cc0bb16c.jpg]vintage cobalt blue suitcase[/url] that had hand painted birds on it, she let silence fill the room for a moment or two. The suitcase was a gift from her brother since his sister, more often than not, packed an over abundance of clothes when she visited him in the past. It was something she cherished, even if he probably bargained for the case, making the price incredibly cheap. The suitcase was it's own, and she loved it.

When people do get to know her, they come to realize that the most important person to her was her brother. Jasper meant the world to her. He was the only one she could be honest to about her locked up emotions. [i]Although[/i], he was a hot mess himself and his drinking habits were atrocious, he had a way with knowing what to say, making her feel content with herself. Everything was going to be alright, right? Sure, she hated using him like this but... she needed someone. Everyone at least needed one person. Why not her brother? 

The silver haired girl picked her suitcase up and brought it to the floor at the end of her bedside, leaning it up against the wall. Turning her thin body to let her soft, baby blue orbs meet with Olive's green stare, Ava crossed her arms and gave her a slight smirk, emanating the strong confidence her close loved ones knew best, "[color=Lightslategray]Good. I'd love to take you out tonight to meet some upperclassmen. Make connections, you know?[/color]" 

Putting her pointer finger up for Olive to give her one moment before replying, the dancer sat on her bed and pulled out her laptop (since her phone was not capable of doing modern day things). Patting her bed that was dressed in a light blue comforter, she gestured for her roommate to sit next to her. Yes, on her bed. Opening up her mac laptop, which was the only true expensive thing she owned, Avaleigh stared at the screen of her high school graduation gift. She had left her Facebook open, which was convenient. Quickly, she typed in the search bar of FB: [color=f9ad81][i]Mortimer Class of 2020[/i][/color].

It brought her to a student-made group page that all freshmen, who had a Facebook, were linked to so they could mingle with their colleagues before the first day of classes. [i][color=Lightslategray]Jasper wouldn't mind me bringing some of my fellow classmates...[/color][/i] Her gaze trailed down the screen reading other people's posts. 

[i][color=Lightslategray]And maybe... I could find someone to have fun with.[/color][/i]

[center][color=Royalblue][b]Avaleigh Dawson[/b][/color]

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[indent][color=lightgray]Hey guys! You don't know me, but that's okay. Maybe we'll get to meet tonight? Nick Caldwell, a [i]big time[/i] senior photographer, is throwing a major party tonight! I'm opening the invitation to eight others (+ me and my roommate). Of course, if a shit ton of freshmen go to an upperclassmen party, he'd probably be pissed BUT I can take a few people. PM me and I'll tell you if you've made the cut. I'm not gonna blast his address on here. We'll go together since my brother is my invite :P[/color][/indent]
After pressing post, Ava brought her attention back to Olive, who probably watched her type the message out.

"[color=Lightslategray]I'll give it a minute before my inbox goes crazy. Once I give these kids the deets, lets go grab a bite to eat okay? OH! Do you have something classy yet fun to wear? We [i]could[/i] go shopping after we eat.[/color]"

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[center][color=Sandybrown][h3]Jasper Dawson[/h3][/color]
[color=Sandybrown]Location:[/color] 46 Park Point Drive, Apartment 2D
[color=Sandybrown]Interacting with:[/color] King [@Liriia]
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The devil's voice pierced inside of the also hungover man's head, as Jasper started to realize there was a pounding bass going on in his mind for going too hard by himself last night. This does not change the fact that they were out of damn beer and his sister demanded wine. [i]Fucking great[/i]. Standing up, he walked to the drawer that held the silverware and took out one of his stashed pills for his terrible mornings. Usually, there was quite a few painkillers hidden in random places throughout the apartment. Though, it had been awhile since he last checked his stock and the older man had no clue if he needed more. He hadn't had a devastating hangover in awhile. Even this headache was mild from what he could have.

Sighing as he shook the pills, Jasper glared at the nearly empty container. There was only enough for one of them. [i]Of course there was only enough for one of them[/i].

Even if the senior student was in his dark and foreboding aura, for the lack of alcohol (and painkillers) he had in his household, this mood would only be temporary. Jasper was never a morning person and King knew that by now. Or at least, Jay hoped his damned roommate paid attention to some of his rituals-- like how he drank a fucking morning beer EVERYDAY. 

Morning Jasper hated everything. The lamp that still needed a light bulb replacement. [i][color=Sandybrown]Hate.[/color][/i] The lack of cookies in the cookie jar. [i][color=Sandybrown]Hate.[/color][/i] The missing remote. [i][color=Sandybrown]Hate.[/color][/i] Even that stupid white board on their fridge that their past residents left behind and now they use it to say stupid shit to each other. Currently, the white board had boobs drawn on it. [i][color=Sandybrown]Hate.[/color][/i]

But in all honesty, he didn't mind King. Sure, the guy could be a royal pain but he was manageable and both men had a mutual understanding when it came to their obvious priorities. As long as neither got into each other's personal businesses and allowed the other to bring home who they want, when they want, both men could deal with the other. 

Plus, Jasper was the gateway to the best parties and King knew that. 

Rather than tossing the pills to his roommate, the Walking Dead senior sluggishly made his way to King and took out his wallet, keeping the container tight in his grasp. With his lifeless voice, he darkly stared at the man that gave him a headache worse than a hangover and asked, "[color=Sandybrown]We're out of beer. Since you're going out, could you [i]oh so kindly[/i] restock our fridge? While you're at it, I need Pinot Grigio too. I got the money, don't you worry, but it's the least you can do for drinking the last beer. [i]My beer.[/i][/color]" Taking out a 100 dollar bill, since Jasper was fickle with his money when it came to alcohol, he gestured for the pretty boy to grab the money or he won't get the pills. 

To inspire the man that was taller than him by almost three inches, Jasper's lips curved in an equal smirk to match his roommate's, "[color=Sandybrown]Hangovers are temporary.[/color]" Loosening his grip on the pills, he brought both the money and pills closer to King, as he continued, "[color=Sandybrown]I'm sure you'd love to check out Caldwell's penthouse tonight. So do me a solid and then you got yourself an invite.[/color]"