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[hr][right][sub]𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. [COLOR=#779894]OIC Office of Admissions | Memory Lane[/COLOR]
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𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. [COLOR=#cd9575]The Pretty Face[/color] | [color=ba314f]The Tyrant[/color] [@smarty0114]
𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. [COLOR=#779894]Grant Petrov[/color][/sub][/right][hr]
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	[i]Golden light cascaded through the open window as the wind took her locks of sun kissed hair and whipped it around her like a halo. The salt in the air burned against his own flesh, as if to mortally wound him worse than the sun's rays earlier in the day. He just couldn't help but to take his eyes off the road and stare at the southern beauty sat next to him in his car. Thinking of all the fun they had had ealier; fun in the sun and all that jazz. Elliot placed a large hand on the bare skin of her thigh, rubbing gently back and forth, her attention finally on him. Where he wanted it. Needed it. How much better it would be having her so ultimately dependent on him... he sighed.[/i]

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When Elliot opened his eyes he was no longer in his ar driving up and down the coast with a pretty little thing in his passenger seat. Nor was he in his own bed with her laying in a mess of herself - he caused, might he throw that little fact in there. No. He was in some apartment his family purchased last minute so he could attend his new home away from home. OIC. [COLOR=#779894][sub][i]'A useless campus,'[/i][/sub][/color] he often thought as he strolled the quad or halls. Nothing seemed to [i]grab[/i] his attention like UCLA but that was to be expected. This place needed to liven up and he was [i]just[/i] the person to do so.

At least, that was until he noticed the bulletin board posted up for all the world to see. Someone calling themself [i]"Ms. Fortune"[/i] [COLOR=#779894]"Cute. There may be hope for this shit hole after all..."[/color] Cognac eyes raked over the names and faces of those plastered, one in particular. A familiar face - or a few if he were honest - but one that caused him pause. The reason he was in this shit hole to begin with. The blonde "pretty face" from Texas. The one that got away. [COLOR=#779894][sub][i]'Not without a few bruises,'[/i][/sub][/color] he laughed out loud continuing on his path towards the administrations office. A notification had caused to pull him away from his [i]very important[/i] plans, trying to [s]hunt[/s] [s]track[/s] [i]find[/i] that special friend of his. A task that would have to be pushed back to a later time. For now he had some questions for a certain admin operator.

[COLOR=#779894]"Like why in the fuck is my name being searched and ran through the database, Petrov?"[/color] Always with the dramatic entrances. The young man behind the counter jumped up from his position, glasses nearly slipping off his face. Green eyes stared on in surprise as he fumbled over his words trying to convey some semblance of decorum; customer service style.

[color=white]"Ah, Elliot- Mr. Underwood?"[/color] The glare Elliot sent the poor guy, easily three years his senior, caused for Grant to swallow thickly and pause in his word vomit. [color=white]"I was just, I mean I had been instructed to-"[/color]

[COLOR=#779894]"To read my files? For what purpose?"[/color]

[color=white]"Uh, no not exactly."[/color] If being on Katie's bad side was an option he would gladly be on her receiving end than be anywhere near this situation. He mentally kicked himself for his potion and working at OIC. Even if they [i]did[/i] offer benefits. If this was going to be a regular occurrence than he could find employment elsewhere. He was NOT paid enough for this shit.

Pinching the brige of his nose and sitting in a more upright position, Grant Petrov collected himself. He just needed to remember that [i]he[/i] was the adult in all this. And it's not like Elliot Underwood had any power over him or his family. [i]They[/i] didn't have any pillow talk to be used against him here. Not this time. Least he hoped. Shaking the intrusive thought from his mind he turned towards the younger man before him. [color=white]"Now, Mr. Underwood. The policies in place are there to protect all students and staff from any untoward behavior from outside sources. I can assure you that your information was not compromised in any way shape or form. Furthermore-"[/color]

The fact that he kept a straight face through his bold faced lie spoke volumes of his character, but Elliot couldn't care less about him as a person. Only that someone was looking into him. Looking at him. A type of attention that sent an ominous shiver down his spine. [COLOR=#779894][i][sub]'Ms Fortune maybe?'[/sub][/i][/color] Elliot drowned out his spiel of policies and regulations and other nonsense. That bit of information didn't concern him. No doubt student files were locked away with a key. A green eyed, bespectacled key...

Turning his attention back towards the Admin officer Elliot brought both hands up and slammed them down on the counter. [COLOR=#779894]"You control all the files in the system correct? Can see and access them all. When they come in and are edited?"[/color]

Being stopped mid sentence to be shown an interest in his line of work - if he can even call it that - threw Grant off kilter. Cautiously he nodded, afraid to speak in case his voice cracked and gave away any misunderstandings that he was up for another round of manipulation. This was perfect. Any and all information that would be needed in order to track down his little Bird would be in one place. Easy to access and gain entry. But out of the way for traditional passersby. Carding a hand through his tousled locks he situated his shoulders, standing tall and offering what he thought a suitable apology. [COLOR=#779894]"Thank you for your time, Petrov. Sorry to have kept you from your very tedious job. I'll see you around."[/color]

Almost as if forgetting something, Elliot turned at the door way, hand hovering over the door knob, [COLOR=#779894]"And this little chat,"[/color] a waving motion through the air between where he stood and Grant, [COLOR=#779894]"Never happened. Later, chief!"[/color]

[COLOR=#779894][i][sub]'Time to go Bird hunting.[/sub][/i][/color]

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