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[hr][right][sub]𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. [COLOR=#cd9575]345 ★ ᴏɪᴄ Qᴜᴀᴅ ★ ᴀɪᴍʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴡᴀɴᴅᴇʀɪɴ'[/COLOR]
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𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. [color=722F37]The Saint[/color] [@boreas][/sub][/right][hr]
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	The sounds of static, popping and cracking, from the [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OYpftM-CpEY][COLOR=#cd9575]record[/color][/url] spinning idly on the platter as the stylus skips along the surface smoothly filled in the small space of the typically chaotic and empty dorm. Chaos enveloped the small room in a manner that wasn't [i]too[/i] out of place for the southern belle. Empty bottles littered the floor near the bed and top of her desk pushed against the wall where a number of books and notepads lay open. Pens of varying styles and colors look as if they were just tossed on the surface - some even ending on the floor to join those bottles. Smells of last night's dinner lingered through the shared living space of the third floor dorms, seeping beneath the door and filling Birdie's room with the mouthwatering aroma. She would definitely be having some leftovers tonight. 

[quote]To: [color=722F37]zach attack😝💖[/color]
HELP 😣
idk what to dooooo an I need help
i sent umm,... [i]a pic[/i] to arty 😖 an he hasn't responded[img]https://i.imgur.com/NwNNCCm.gif[/img][/quote]

Meadow eyes scanned her phone and the conversation that began the previous evening played catch up with her addled mind. Even though Zach mentioned he was with Katie - something that would definitely be used to fuel some teasing at lunch - she was more preoccupied with the thought of drinks and even better company. [color=#cd9575]"Mmmhm margs..."[/color] licking her lips she finally rolled herself from her sheets and hopped into the shower.

In no time at all Birdie was walking across the quad, swept up in the mass exodus that was shuttling towards the numerous boards all lined with rush week information; clubs, sports, after school tutoring sessions. It was difficult to find a vacant piece of cork with all the paper that had found a home there. Upon a closer inspection and just pure curiosity on her part, Birdie's eyes skimmed across the Polaroid pictures tacked on like some fifth grade vision board project. [sub][color=#cd9575][i]'The handwriting is neat and pretty at least...'[/i][/color][/sub] There was nothing else for the blonde to do but move on from the list that labeled her and her friends. With all the eyes on her, darting back and forth from her picture on the board to her standing there, it wasn't like it was something [i]new[/i]... it just wasn't something she wanted to deal with what with the Arthur issue taking front and center in her head. Instead, Birdie took off at a brisk pace ignoring the pointed stares and board behind her - a brave soul even called out to her as [b][i]"A pretty face,"[/i][/b] a jab to her appointed title by the elusive Ms Fortune. 

Another text message was sent off to Zach in hopes to catch him before she had to bunker down and actually study for her bio chem 2 quiz. A roll of her eyes, [sub][color=#cd9575][i]'Fucker's gonn' kill us with this. It ain't even a [b]test[/b] what in the hell're they thinkin'?!'[/i][/color][/sub] she couldn't help but berate her professor mentally as she continued her tedious trek to god-knows-where. Too much bobbin' around inside her supposed empty little head to pay enough attention to her surroundings. People milling about for [i]'the Rushening'[/i], gathering at established booths of sports clubs and the like, or even taking their sweet time in setting up - either way this area was going to be packed within the hour. Ms Fortune's little project was to make sure of that.

Picking her head up she caught sight of someone she thought was long gone. A summer fling from back home. A summer full of memories she'd rather not relive. Or a conversation she definitely did not want to have. A chill ran up her spine halting her in place. But as she blinked hard to get the memories to leave she noticed that no one was there. [color=#cd9575]"The mind playin' tricks on me... gotta be the cheap booze."[/color] Though as she did scan the yard from her position she caught sight of a hunk of a man. Taking off as quick as she could, a large smile plastered on her face and his name shouting from her lips, Birdie threw herself onto the first string quarterback. [color=#cd9575]"[i][b]ZACHHHHHHHH~![/b][/i] How was your date with Katie?"[/color]

Though she didn't see what caused the air to turn crisp, that little, lingering feeling was still there. Only held at bay by the warmth the Bishop boy provided.[/color]