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Location; Outside by the Cherry blossoms → Third floor, Mayweather Old West
Interacting With; Mitch & Benny by Text @HushedWhispers @Hippocamp → Sweetheart Milo @Angel Eyes & Asswipe Lucas @Legion02
Mood; In her own world → Peeved → Fiery anger.
Outfit
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 annoyance 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 Wuthering Heights 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, "Who could it possibly be..."
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 one person in particular, but she wasn't going to think about him.
College was truly something.
Placing a vintage flower bookmark in her novel to save her place and softly closing it with her left hand, she slipped her free hand into her small, white purse 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.
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'll be adding these extra points to your next test, great job!
SUCK IT, MITCH. 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.
The text sent and just when she was going to put her phone away, she received another one from an unknown number: UR Asian is cute. 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... LUCAS. 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 fucker. 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), "Well, aren't you a damn coward." 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.
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, "Who could it possibly be..."
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 one person in particular, but she wasn't going to think about him.
College was truly something.
Placing a vintage flower bookmark in her novel to save her place and softly closing it with her left hand, she slipped her free hand into her small, white purse 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.
To: Mitch Danford
That's cute. I got that and some. Isn't extra credit great?
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'll be adding these extra points to your next test, great job!
SUCK IT, MITCH. 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.
To: Benny Hops
...Good morning to you too. Besides being "like" a newborn, how's Benny's world?
The text sent and just when she was going to put her phone away, she received another one from an unknown number: UR Asian is cute. 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... LUCAS. 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 fucker. 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), "Well, aren't you a damn coward." 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.
Location; Third floor, Mayweather Old West → Outside
Interacting With; Brenna @smarty0114, Lucas @Legion02, and Ellie by text. → Observing Milo @Angel Eyes, Lucas, Eliana → Herself
Mood; Full of vim and vigor → Devious → Playfully happy!
Outfit
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 prey. 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, "I haven't seen you around."
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, "I can fix that." 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. He needs to get himself a girlfriend. 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.
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?
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~
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, "I can fix that." 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. He needs to get himself a girlfriend. 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.
To: The Gorg Apprentice
Plans? Fountain in like 10! I want some fun.
To: My Pup
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.
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?
To: Experiment
UR Asian is cute
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~
Everyone's doing great!
I don't know if I'll get to post tonight x.x
I don't know if I'll get to post tonight x.x
I'll probably get a post in tomorrow :3
yay for having some things written xDD
Red dress. Black dress. Red dress. Black dress.
God fucking dammit, why was being a woman so goddamn complicated?! Aisling Hawthorne held a dress on a hanger in each hand, placing it against her body, back and forth, debating on her options. Tonight, she was invited to to her soon-to-be boss' happy hour. This was her chance to network with the people she would spend the next couple of years with. When she looked up the bar online, she realized this wasn't her typical happy hour. The bar was inside a five star restaurant, where a single plate cost at least 30 dollars. With a sigh of exasperation, the brunette stared at herself in the mirror, contemplating her appearance. Honestly, she couldn't wait until she came home for her nightly bath and a glass of red wine.
Black dress. Red dress. Black dress. Red dress.
Five years had passed since she graduated high school, since she left her childhood behind, and since she moved on to pursue a career. Thanks to her time at Camp Liberty and her time with her old friends, the 'Mother Wolf' still having contact with Alex and Oliver, but not so much anyone else, especially Jackson, she discovered she wanted to work at an editorial company. Who would have known her love for reading would soon become a career of hers? Most people would assume she would get a job working outdoors or a job working with children since there was no denying that she would be a good parent someday. The thing she loved about editing and helping authors get their books ready to be published was: it was a form of counseling, in a sense. She was going to help writers make beautiful masterpieces and give them something to be proud about. On the plus side, her mother didn't disagree with her pursuing this career path either.
As much as thinking of how her first impression would go with the majority of people that worked at her company, she didn't want to get flustered or nervous thinking about it - god knows she couldn't afford making a bad impression. Ash knew she'd be fine, she just needed to make sure not to come off as a complete bitch, that should be easy, right? Her thoughts began to trail back to the people of her past... Alex had confessed to her shortly before she broke things off with Jackson. Like she told Jackson, she had expressed to Alex that she couldn't enter a serious relationship, not now, at least. Luckily for her, he cherished their friendship over romance, any day. Oliver was feeling more and more at home the closer he got with people at Liberty. He actually had a wild romance going on between him, Kitt, and Tate, having run to Ash for comfort on multiple occasions. Eventually, he decided to take a chance with Kitt, and Tate understood that perfectly fine. When it was the last day of camp, it was kind of bittersweet. He actually began to cry knowing Ash was leaving. She assured him to never hesitate to contact her if he needed her, and he didn't. He writes emails to her like diary entries and she still absolutely adores him.
Thinking about the last day of camp made her mind fall on that childish smirk she remembered so fondly. Jackson Drake. As much as time passed, she still could remember his facial expressions vividly and his goofiness that made her laugh. Bringing both dresses close to her in an embrace, she thought about the man she pushed away to continue her life as her mother's daughter. To this day, Aisling still struggles with being honest with herself. Where was he? How was he? Was he happy? Did he have--
"I think you should go red. I haven't seen you in that dress in awhile."
Her mind was ripped out of her thoughts of her first love. Glancing by the door of her bedroom seeing her handsome, mysterious fiance with a glass of bourbon in his hand, she gave him a playful stare that translated 'of course you want me to go red'. With little to no disagreement, she tossed the black dress on their bed (yes, she and this man had recently gotten a house in LA together - he still has a home in Manhattan, though). Midway through college, when Ash was losing her way and not believing in her pursuit, this dashing, successful man came into her life and lifted her up when she was down. He understood where she was coming from and he took care of her. She was lucky to have him in her life. Without him, she didn't know how she'd function. He kept her emotions stable and helped her mind not think about her own darkness (a darkness she never realized she had until he came along). He was too good of a man for her and she was internally grateful.
Oh, and he was right, she couldn't remember the last time she wore this dress actually.
As if able to read her thoughts, the 6'1" man answered with a light smug on his face, "It's when I took you to Tapestry, two years ago. Our third date... I think."
Nodding in remembrance, also surprised he remembered something like that, she gave him a soft and loving stare, a look she had only given to one other man before and that man was no longer in her life, "Oh yeah! Of course... that's when you almost choked on your water." Chuckling to herself, knowing very well it was cruel for her to find it funny, she started putting on her dress as his eyes hungrily scanned her thin yet fit body.
"And you almost choked from laughter." Her dress dropped on her body. Placing his drink on a nearby dresser, he strolled behind her and traced his finger down her bare back. He took in her addicting scent and gently pulled her hair to one side. Softly, the man she assumed to be the love of her life, caressed her neck while zipping up the dress from behind.
"You're beautiful, babe." Her eyes closed as he whispered sweet nothings to her. However, that was short lived, when he pulled away from her with the noise of sudden banging and ringing of the door. Her eyes snapped open in frustration - whoever that was killed the mood, great.
"Who's that? Emily shouldn't have gotten here yet--"
"Probably some Jehovah's witness or hyper ass girl scouts. I'll get it." Giving her a deep peck on the lip, he whispered, "Maybe after my flight, we can Skype..." He winked at her like the bewitching wolf he was, and left her to do whatever.
Strolling down stairs, the muscular man walked to the front door of his second home and peered through the peep hole.
Who the fuck is this? He thought to himself, with an annoyed expression plastered on his face. Ash's fiance didn't like what he was seeing. Going to his window, the door still very much making too much damn noise, he peered through his curtains and noticed a red car and a hot blonde. Well, the car at least was nice and the babe, but he didn't like the insolent boy on his porch. Not one bit. Opening up the door, the hazel green orbs blankly stared at the face in front of him. The man immediately felt superior to him because of the lack of class this visitor had. Plus, who would deny that he was far better looking than this... thing. Not Ash, that's for sure.
Stepping out of his door barefooted, and closing it behind him, he crossed his arms, "Can I help you? If you're trying to sell me anything, I'm not interested."
@Altered Tundra Tried to keep it in Jackson's perspective since it made more sense in my head xD
@Altered Tundra Good xD I'm sleepy.
There's gonna be a party in the control room, I can tell.
-snipped-
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