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Post by zane Sebastian Edwards on Apr 19, 2011 0:59:41 GMT -5
Really? When he knew he would be attending a 'lower class' university, he had at least expected some decent dormitories. There wasn't even an onsuite in the room. Did the people who run this university expect him to use public showers and bathrooms, as well? Well, this wasn't starting off as below average as he thought. It was surprisingly worse. Showing in close-proximity with other people wasn't a problem, he was used to it after baseball practice and games. It was the unhygenic infrasctructures and lack of decent facilities which was the main worry for him. Although he did want to save some of his abundance of money for later on, he was beginning to think that he should just buy an apartment now. They were clean, he had the place to himself, and didn't have to put up with obnoxious dorm mates. Okay, so he wasn't overly bad. He just needed to evaluate his closet and stop making so much noise when he attempted to do some light reading. Actually, he should just not make any noise or cause any distractions whatsoever, so that Zane could at least attempt to make the most of this Sunnydale UC experience. But man, it was difficult.
Stepping out of his dormitory and into the corridor, he glanced around, as if waiting for someone to 'pop out' and make his first day even worse. It had become evident within the past few minutes that he wasn't going to be getting any peace by sticking around in his dorm, therefore had decided to take a refreshing walk outside. Do a little sight seeing, as some may call it. The only thing that worried him was that he was afraid of the lacklustre sights he would be finding. After all, poorly-created dorms, cheap onsuites...It couldn't just end there. This entire university was plagued with the 'low rent' style. And in turn, that gave him the 'low rent' tag. He was no where near low rent...It was a disgrace he even had to go through this chaos. Was this his punishment for doing absolutely nothing wrong? Was it his punishment for not donating enough money to the orphanages, or something? Jeez. That was his father's job, not his. Whatever money he had, was his and no one else's. Didn't karma understand the concept of 'earning what you work for?' Apparently it didn't. The bitch.
Finding a safe, secure and slightly adequate location on a bench near some actually nice grass, he took a seat, and retrieved one of his books from his bag. 'Engineering for a Real Purpose,' it read. If this was at high school, he wouldn't even be seen with a book in hand. But it wasn't, so luckily, he was able to enjoy his quiet time without being rediculed by his friends about acting like a nerd, or something along those lines. He had freedom, which he appreciated. He just wished he had the freedom to improve this university, or the freedom to go to the one he should've been going to; a better one, for starters. It just felt weird, that after all of his hard work and dedication, he lands a spot in the 'infamous' Sunnydale UC. Life was grand, wasn't it?!
He was rudely interrupted mid-paragraph by the ringing of his phone. Sighing, he retrieved it from his pocket, looking at the caller, before smiling softly. A friend from Miami. One of those ones he couldn't exactly read books around. "Hello, how are you going Brenda? Good? Good...Yes, I'm doing really well also. At the moment I'm actually on a cruise at Miami harbour...Yeah, its okay I suppose, seen better. What Uni? Hah...Only the best, of course. I'm going Central Miami....I know, awesome huh. Well I better go, we are about to enjoy a grand buffet. Talk to you later." He hung up the phone, feigning a smile, before looking down, beginning to read his book again, with a slight sigh. If only.
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Post by Eva Rayne on Apr 19, 2011 9:03:45 GMT -5
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”Do you know what’s good about living here? Eva petted her miniture cat with stubby legs, almost expecting an answer. ”Well, I’ll tell you!” she kissed her cat’s head and continued talking to it. ”Because I don’t have to live in those gross dorms, eat that fungus-y food, and I get to see you everyday! Eva stood in her bedroom, practically waiting for an answer, but she knew she wouldn’t get anything from the creature. ”Geez! Show some kind of a reaction she kidded, scratching the cat’s tummy. It immediately began to purr and it’s silliness made her giggle. The young blonde put her right earring on, grabbed her laptop bag, and set to leave the house. She was lucky; she lived close enough to UC Sunnydale that she commuted with a 10-minute walk.
Eva began her daily walk, passing the neighborhoods and stores that she’d grown so familiar with. It was interesting, she’d planned on going to NYU or Penn State for school, not UC Sunnydale. However, it was all to be closer to Alex. They two of them had lost so many loved ones, she didn’t want him to think he was losing her too. But he was rarely home anymore. Eva thought it was just a phase; that he’d been running with the wrong crowd, but at the same time she didn’t want to ruin the little social interaction he had. Shaking the thoughts out of her mind Eva checked her watch. Her next class wasn’t for another 35 minutes so she had some time.
She went to the closest coffee shop and searched for something that would settle her stomach as it gnawed away at her. Immediately she picked the croissant and had it warmed for her. She saw their array of teas and saw one of a purple-pink color. It’s vibrant and distinct color made her choose it quickly and moments later she left the shop, croissant and passion-fruit-tea in hand. As she walked, she ate the croissant smiling to herself at what the little multi-tasker she was.
Coming up to the school grounds, Eva sat on a bench. She still had 20 minutes to wait and wanted to finish her tea. This began her daily routine of people-watching. Humans, people—they were all funny creatures. The way they acted to make sure no one watched them, the things that they were clearly hiding, even their body language. Eva heard a phone call behind her, and not that she was trying to listen, but he was there. The boy on the ground was talking about university and a cruise. Eva tried her best not to laugh as she looked around. They were clearly not in Miami, nor were they on a cruise. The blonde took a good look at the boy, and she couldn’t recognize him. He was clearly new to town.
Seeing this as an opportunity to kill time, and meet someone new for a change, Eva stood up to approach the boy. She tried her best to time it to when he was off the phone. He seemed down about something as his eyes wandered down to the ground below him. Then she started ”So…where’s this buffet?” she said with a small smile.
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Post by zane Sebastian Edwards on Apr 19, 2011 10:03:21 GMT -5
Oh, now why was he being approached by a young girl? He knew university life was well, different than high school, however he apparently underestimated that thought a little too much. Maybe it was just a Sunnydale thing? Yes, he thought that could be the answer. People around here seemed a little too 'comfortable' in themselves, when they clearly had their fair share of problems, which he could identify off of the top of his head. In Miami, unpopular people would never be seen socialising with the really popular people, which did ideally include himself. People appeared to recognize their place in the system, and didn't try and break out of it. That is, unless they finally developed an interesting personality, or became someone relevant through something they did. That rarely occured, though.
Glancing up, he caught the eye of a rather beautiful girl who was smiling towards him. He should have taken more precautions to ensure that no one overheard his 'conversation.' It was more than obvious not only to this girl, but to him as well that there was no cruises in Miami, or even a buffet, as much as he would desire one right now. Actually, he would desire that cruise, just so he could sail away from the slight embarassment of this current situation. He had to think for a moment before answering. What was he to say? In all honesty, what business was it to this girl? Did these Sunnydale students not know the definition of private conversations? They were, in essence...Private! That meant, don't listen, don't be within proximity or remain within proximity, and definantly do not decide to comment on the private conversation to them. That was the biggest no-no, which this girl had already decided to break. Did she think she was a rebel, or something, talking to him like this?
"Buffet? Oh, yeah...Me and my friend just joke around like that. You see, she is suffering from depression...And if I told her I was studying at this place...Well, can I say 'Miami Morning News'?" He chuckled lightly.He didn't have any friends like this, luckily. He didn't think he could put up with their problems and hassles. He wasn't too good at the talking them through the problems part. Usually he would think that talking to them about his good fortunes, might ease the suffering a little, though? He stopped himself, looking around for a moment, before glancing back at the girl. "Why were you listening in, anyway? Just curious. Shouldn't you be off, studying, or something? I'm probably the worst person to be giving directions around here...But last time I checked, the library was inside the building over there. Ah, but you're not one of those raging smokers are you? If you are, don't decide to light up around me, I don't need to attract any unneeded attention from the university security around here. And its bad for the lungs, too." This girl didn't seem as bad as many he had met. but she still screamed 'my chances of having a good reputation will be hindered if I befriend her.' He did hate himself for this from time to time, as he hated being mean. At the same time, he was torn. Torn between this reality, and the reality of being someone. He had to be someone, it was what he always worked towards. He wanted to be respected, and known for his class.
After feeling satisfied that he wasn't being watched by potential rich or popular friends, he smiled at the girl. "I'm Zane Edwards. New to town, which is probably obvious by my keen dislike of it. Lets just keep this little conversation between us, yes? My reputation is diminishing enough just breathing in this town...But if people found out I was living and studying here? I might as well be on Miami Morning News as well." [/size] |
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Post by Xavier Avery Flame on Apr 19, 2011 10:46:24 GMT -5
University. Somewhere that he'd longed to be for ages, a place where he could learn. Of course, he had been able to learn in high school, yes, but he'd also quite often been the kid who skived and lied his way out of classes. With good reason, of course, but there wasn't the chance of doing that here. And he only had to do what he liked here, rather than all those irritating subjects such as...maths. Numbers and Xavier were not friends. Hell, he wasn't even friends with alegebra, and that had letters in it. Xavier worked with letters, yes, but only when they formed words and sentances and stories, not some meaningless equation. Here he could write and read as much as he wanted. In fact, he had to do that. It almost made him buzz with excitement.
And it was uni! Apparantly, other people didn't think much of the campus, and his roomates were all complaining about it, but Xavier liked it. It was open, which was nice, and wasn't completely concrete, and there were trees he could sit under and read. And the bathroom that he shared with the other boys in his dorm was in no danger of breaking, unlike the one back home in New York, in that small apartement. That one had always been changing its mind about whether it was going to work or not.
The only bad thing that he could see so far was the fact that pets weren't alowed. Which made playing with Djaq a little difficult, because despite knowing that he could hide her easily, other's might still notice. Especially as he was sharing a room again - Alana had always noticed. She'd laughed and wanted to join in, but he didn't think the boys here would do the same. Or the girls. So he'd taken to escapng outside as often as he could. Not that he needed any excuse, really, he did enjoy being outside. And this town was much better than the stuffy city. He'd hated it there.
Right now he was sat on the grass, leaning against a tree with a book open on his knees. It was quite a warm day, really, so the sleeves of his black button down shirt were rolled up, bunching over his elbows in little bundles - which were, he had to admit, perfect for Djaq to hide under. Usually she liked to wrap herself lazily around his wrist, but the arm was just as good. Anywhere out of sight, after all. From here, though, he could see quite a bit of the campus. People walking around, and talking, and for once only half his concentration was on the book. The other half was on the possible conversations that were going on around him. He wasn't being nosy, he was just...making some of them up in his mind.
Until one conversation actually reached his hearing, of course, which, admittedly, in itself wasn't that entertaining. Or interesting, really. The conversations he came up with in his mind were more amusing to act out, anyway. But it was the fact that he actually recognised one of the voices which made him sit up and take notice (metaphorically speaking - leaning against the tree was actually quite comfortable, and he wasn't that far away). He did chuckle, though, as the boy (who he didn't recognise, actually) started talking about 'reputation'.
"I think he's afraid you'll rat him out, Eva," he said absently, watching the two (who cared if he was nosy? He sure didn't), "To you're amazingly, important, and interested contacts in...where was it? Oh, Miami. Better make sure you don't, eh?" He chuckled again. Reputation. One thing he really didn't understand the need for. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Eva Rayne on Apr 19, 2011 14:15:07 GMT -5
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Eva couldn’t help but laugh as this little prep school “somebody” started going off on his reputation. Clearly, he didn’t know where he was. Sunnydale, California was the last place to start worrying about one’s “reputation.” For that you’d go to Los Angeles or something. She glanced at his clothing, exclusive designer brands began to pop into her head as she made mental notes of each article. He was that vain that he thought himself superior to her in a moment. I suppose… she thought about it. Unlike the boy before her, she wasn’t flashing her money around.
As he went on about his apparent status quo, the blonde just shook her head in disbelief. Now he was lying. Really? After three seconds? He couldn’t have been too famous. Eva lived in L.A., she knew people, she had more money than most could imagine. And it lived very nicely in a bank account collecting interest by the day. ”Look, Mr. Local Celebrity—I…I hope you don’t mind me calling you that but I’m not good enough for a first name…” she started, quite peeved. ”You’re just really amazing…and I just couldn’t help but listen to a phone call to a friend in Miami… Eva wanted so terribly to continue on her rampage of sarcasm, but she knew it wasn’t her. ”Look, I don’t care about your phone call, but there’s no reason to give me some lie…to cover up another lie…. She looked down at the boy. It was people like this that she could remember her father complaining about when she was little. It wasn’t until now that she understood it. This boy wasn’t even real, just a vapid ego.
Eva thought about the boy and how it may have been if he’d given this speech to someone else, and all she got were negative things. She came back to reality as he introduced himself. Oh lucky me, worthy of learning a name… she thought as he went on about his diminishing reputation. “Zane.” she repeated his name, almost as if she was lucky enough to utter such a word. “Zane, I’m going to give you some advice. Sunnydale isn’t Miami. Here, you can’t judge people for what they look to be. Everyone is just full of surprises. If you give the wrong lecture to the wrong person, you should probably hope that you’ll wake up to have any sort of reputation at all… she wasn’t going to tell him the bad things that happened in Sunnydale. Maybe he’d find a rich friend to enlighten him to everything…but that was doubtful.
Eva was about to turn away in her anger when she heard a familiar voice from afar. Instantly, she recognized it; it was Xavier. They’d met here at university just a while ago and they’d already become the best of friends. Xavier was gifted too, much more. “What a good idea! He is being a little rude don’t you think?” she smiled at him and pulled out her phone out of her Burberry bag and pretended to begin a text. Eva looked down at his engineering book and back at him. ”Future business man…” she addressed him. ”Lesson One: You never know who somebody else does.” Eva smiled at him expecting some witty remark about knowing people and reputations and what not. But she didn’t care, and he’d have to learn not to as well.
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Post by zane Sebastian Edwards on Apr 20, 2011 6:39:10 GMT -5
Okay, why was there another person deciding to start up a conversation with him? He had been told he was rather good looking and had an 'angelic' face, but did people at this university, and town, just decide to start up conversations with people whenever they felt like it? If this was high school, people like these two wouldn't even be caught dead near him. If they were, he would end up dead also for even socialising or glancing at them. That was just how the social system worked. Sure, he might not enjoy it all the time and agree with it, but he wasn't going to be one to go all 'martyr' on the system. That whole hero thing was really...Well, lame. And he didn't feel like 'dying' for something he didn't feel that strongly about to begin with. Also, for a system he still enjoys living under.
At least the people who were approaching him were good looking. If this was used against him, he could always just use that as leverage. But their whole 'butting into private business' thing was rather frustrating. What if he was deep in study-mode, or something? Sure, he was talking on the phone about Miami and cruises...But each to their own. They didn't have the right to judge him or what he did in his free time, or were they all serious about everything related to university? Couldn't he just enjoy the shallow loneliness until someone popular decided to come by? Maybe these two were popular? Sure, it was taking a risk, but at least then it wouldn't be so bad and degrading. He did want friends, but at the same time, he wanted the reputation. These people didn't seem to agree with this view, though.
"Hey, its not my fault I was raised to show some class in a conversation. You might not have been taught to eat with your mouth closed, but I was." It was some of the only 'lessons' which he appreciated learning from his father. She was really beginning to annoy him with her hostility. Didn't she realize that she was being rude and unprofessional by deciding to call him out on a conversation not concerning her? "You obviously do care about the conversation if you are continuing to linger on that, private conversation might I add. And you know nothing about me, yet are apparently accusing me of lying. Its like judge, jury and executioner all rolled up into one girl. What is with this town?" He really didn't know whether to laugh, or just walk off anymore. She was then giving him 'lesson's on how to act in Sunnydale. He really didn't need this, from her. "Thanks for the advice...Maybe you can also go and tell that to the next person you decide to interrupt? And I don't judge people by their looks. Otherwise you'd be seen as popular." He chuckled softly. This was just unbelieveable and was exceeding his wildest expectations on how bad Sunnydale was turning out to be. He wanted to go home. Fast.
Now this guy had decided to start verbally attacking him? Who did he think he was? Zane had done nothing to him. Maybe if he wasn't so nosy, like many people around here it seemed, he might not have been disturbed or distracted with what Zane had said. From what the man had said, the two were friends, which made things even more irritating. Was Sunnydale also the home to the 'gang' bangers, who just decide to jump into everyone's conversations, which have nothing to do with them? "Although rather stupid at times, they wouldn't believe the words of babbling idiots. At least they have some sense." Maybe he was a little harsh, but he was trying to mind his own business and somewhat tolerate this university experience. But people kept ambushing him, which was annoying. Don't they have somewhere to be!
When she decided to refer to his book, he looked at her awkwardly, almost confused, before realizing what she was talking about. He glanced down at the book, then back at her. "Oh this? Just leisure read. I'll leave the business for you guys." He really didn't understand her last comment, deciding to just look back down at his book, with a slight expression of boredom placed on his face. Would these people ever go away?
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Post by Xavier Avery Flame on Apr 20, 2011 9:30:22 GMT -5
Xavier wasn't someone for picking on someone else. He didn't like th idea of that just as much as he didn't like watching other people do it. However, just like any other boy his age, he did enjoy a joke, and the way this boy was acting, it was natural to just fall in with Eva's words. They were meant to make friends, really, come to think of it. The point of university, while learning, was to make friends. And he'd already made a friend, a good friend, in Eva. Already that was more than he'd ever truely had before.
He watched the interaction with interest, another small chuckle escaping his lips. Laughing at the speech, and the actions, not at the real people. He wasn't someone to just laugh at how other people acted. More often than not...he just didn't notice. And the conversation in front of him was holding his interest. For once, he wasn't watching people talk and making up responses that would fit in with the actions in his mind. That was something, wasn't it? Absently, he reached up with his hand, rubbing at the bunched up sleeve over the opposite elbow, tracing the coils wrapped around his skin, looking thoughtful as he did so. "Calling people 'babbling idiots' isn't very nice, really." he said with a small frown, but then just shook his head, the hazel waves of his hair falling in front of his eyes for just a moment before being flicked clear again.
After a moment, the druid got to his feet. Sitting down was very nice, but he had to make an effort now, to join into conversations. Xavier was, by nature, not one who generally initiated conversations, come to think of it. He never felt the need, but seeing as Eva was talking to someone, and Eva was his friend, joining in was nice. He thought. He moved over towards them, tucking his book close to his chest, blinking at Eva. "Um...everything is alright, isn't it?"
Except ignoring the other guy wasn't that nice either, so he turned to look at him, offering up a small, nervous smile. "Um...hi. Leisure read?" He read for lesiur. Losing himself in the printed words, letting the imaginary worlds that other people had published for anyone to rad fill his own mind. Power to the written word, some people said. For Xavier, rading was an escape...even if he wasn't entirely sure what he was escaping from just yet. Someone else here like to read like him though? He did think for a moment, that they could talk about it, or something...but then he caught sight of the cover, of the title...and his fac fell. Oh. Oh well. [/size] |
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Post by Vayda Schmidtz on Apr 20, 2011 22:17:16 GMT -5
It trudged towards the lone wooden cabin, massive feet weighing down on the forest brush, acute claws gripping into the mud. The full moon's light showered the dark forest with illumination. The chill of the air hit it's ebony coat making it growl with irritation, it's breath visible in the air. Voices could be heard from inside the cottage, making the pointed ears on it's head twitch with curiousity.
"I don't understand...he was behind me one minute, and the next he was gone."
"Bill, I'm sure he'll be fine. These woods don't go on for acres. He should be able to find the path that leads to the road with no trouble."
The towering creature flicked it's tongue, licking it's awaiting snout. Ripples formed on it's muzzle followed by a deep rumble from it's stomach. The voices simply heightened it's ravaging hunger. Quick instinct forced a peircing howl to emerge from where it once stood. It was now racing towards the cabin, all fours galloping across the damp soil. Within moments it's powerful claws raked at the wooden door frame. Scrambling could be heard from inside as the men rushed for their weapons. With a massive blow to the oak door with its bulky appendages, the barrier was busted from its hinges. The five hunters stood with guns pointed at the creature. The creature lifted itself from the ground now standing on 2 feet.
The rifles all went off at the same time, but the creature dodged the bullets and lunged at one of the men digging its claws into his shoulders. The man screamed as the creature's canines bore deep into the man's neck. With a swift movement, the creature's teeth ripped away from the man's neck taking flesh with them.
"Bill!" One of the other men cried. The creature growled eyeing the man as if making him its next victim. The creature fell to the ground on all fours bolting towards the man. The man lifted his gun and aimed at the creature. As the creature surged through the air, a deafening crack echoed throughout the cabin
"NO!" Vayda shot up from the lecture hall chair breathing heavily as if she had just run for a long period of time. Her eyes scanned the room she was in. The faces of Professor Knicks as well as all the other students in her Shakespeare class stared at her some with confusion and others with amusement.
Silence filled the room for a few moments before Professor Knicks spoke with much irritation. "Mrs. Schmitz, would you like to share what dream could be so horrifying for you to interrupt our class?"
Vayda could hear the snickering from her fellow classmates. With much embarrassment, she shook her head and sat back down trying to collect herself silently.
"Good. Now as i was saying before we were rudely interrupted," Professor Knicks glared at Vayda, "Iago is in fact a pure Machiavel. Now why is that?" The students' eyes fell back upon the front of the room listening to the lecture.
Vayda stared blankly at the dry erase board at the front of the class. This had been the 6th dream she'd had this week that one she could remember and two that she couldn't explain. It was always the same thing. She was looking through the eyes of some sort of creature that walked on two feet but ran on all fours. It had fur, a snout, pointy ears, and claws. And the only reason she knew this was because she could feel it in her dream...almost as if she were the creature herself. It baffled her, and she just couldn't figure it out. She didn't normally find her dreams to be anything significant, but the fact that they were so vivid and were all centered around this creature made her wonder.
Pain shot up her arm, and Vayda winced glancing down at it. She had almost forgotten about the wound covering her right forearm. It was a bite she had received a week ago from a deranged colossal black dog. Ugh, she hated dogs more than anything. But that wasn't what was bothering her. What was bothering her was the fact that every time she had a dream like this, she would wake up with the pain of the wound coursing through her body. Weird? She seemed to think so.
The sound of books closing brought her eyes away from the dry erase board and her attention on the students who were exiting the lecture hall. Vayda hadn't realized it was time to leave. She followed suit, putting the black cap back on her pen and closing her notebook. She stood up grabbing her books and headed towards the double doors which lead out into the main courtyard.
She pressed her books to her chest as she made her way down the Field House stairs. It was beautiful outside. The air was warm which was much different than the bitter cold air in her dream. The sun was shining instead of the full moon. The steps were concrete beneath her feet instead of soil. She wasn't attacking people or getting shot at. She definitely preferred reality.
Vayda scanned the campus. None of the people she was looking at were familiar to her whatsoever. She smiled. Vayda loved a new year. As she surveyed the courtyard, her eyes met a boy's wearing a black long sleeve button down shirt who's sleeves were rolled up revealing his forearms. Now this face looked familiar. How could she not remember his face. He was extremely attractive. She thought for a moment remembering him from just a few hours before in her Advanced Writing class. She tried to remember what he had said during the introductions. ooooo what was his name? She couldn't recall it. She always seemed to be good at faces but horrible at names. Was it Xander? No, it wasn't that. Alex? Nah, that wasn't ringing a bell either. It was something with an 'X' in it. She knew that for sure.
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