▌┊ WELCOME TO COLLEGE ❞ FULL/CLOSED

[konfunded]

Colette sighed as she gathered her belongings, stuffing her English book into her purse and tried not to sprint out of class. She loved English and literature with a fiery passion, but her professor was such a bore that she had found herself sleeping in class at least three times now. Colette had never been one to sleep in any of her classes, seeing that she had a reputation and a GPA to maintain at an all-time high. If her GPA even slipped by a .01, she'd personally send herself back to New York, no questions asked. Of course, she'd come back, since she couldn't bare to leave Gen and not to mention, Zeke. There was no way in hell that she could ever leave those two permanently. Seeing the student council building in near sights, Colette couldn't help but break out into a smile. It had been the third week of school and to be honest, she had been swamped with school work, club work, council work, practice, and just work in general. Most of her free time had been taken up by some type of activity and she barely had time to even text her boyfriend.

Of course, it wasn't as if Zeke had all the time in the world anyway. He was constantly stuck in his office or at the soccer field for practice, but what did she expect? Colette had been more than proud when her boyfriend had been announced as the new school president but there were times where she wished they were just two normal college students. Colette scoffed. Them? Normal? They were both so ambitious, so determined, so focused and driven that they would stop at nothing to achieve their goals. Of course, that was what Colette loved about Zeke. She didn't have to worry about her goals intimidating him--in fact, he even encourages her or adds some detail to it. The moment she had sat next to him in Shakespeare and undeniably embarrassed herself was the moment she could never forget. Well, that and the moment they made it official. No denying that they were a power couple to be reckoned with and that they were stronger than ever but Colette doubted that anyone would try and mess with them. They were already intimidating individually, just imagine them walking around campus together.

The building was all too familiar, seeing that she had spent most of her time last year in the very building. She should be stuck behind those mahogany doors too, seeing that she was the newly elected treasurer, but her involvement with other activities excused her from some of the meetings. Plus, when you're dating the president, you can kind of get away with it--as long as Colette doesn't abuse it. Realizing that she had forgotten to text Gen, Colette stopped her tracks, fished her phone out of her purse and quickly looked for Gen's number.



NEW TEXT MESSAGE


To: Gen-Gen
From: Col
MESSAGE: Totally forgot to tell you that
we should start thinking of what liquor
we wanted to get. Can't have all of the
drinks be your all-time favorites (; xo



The moment she and Gen first talked, Colette knew they would be the best of friends. And of course, she was right. They got closer with time and after Gen told her about her little 'secret', it seemed as if they had gotten even more closer. They were roommates to a very very nice apartment--all thanks to Colette's parents--and throwing the first party of the year. Gen was the creative counterpart to Colette's intelligent counterpart and together, they created some of the greatest and pretty memorable 'messes' that George E. Matthews University would never forget. Even though Zeke and Gen would argue like cats and dogs and Colette would be stuck in the middle, she loved them both dearly.

Stopping in front of Zeke's door, Colette breathed in and slowly opened it, making sure not to make too much noise. Making sure to walk on her tip toes, she ended up behind him and she watched as he threw himself into his pile of endless paper work. Well too bad they had a lunch date and a council meeting to attend to afterwards. After days of not seeing him, she was not going to accept a cancelled date. Covering his eyes with her hands, Colette leaned close to his ears and grinned. "Guess who!" She knew that by the smell of her perfume on her wrist and by the sound of her voice that Zeke knew exactly who she was, but it couldn't hurt to have a little fun with him, right?




Schick Merchandise




wwwdotugh

[Calcifer Hyung]

The spacious spot near George E. Matthews University’s parking lot was brimming with six to eight pack abs of half naked soccer team players. Standing next to each other as if they were the marines being ordered around by a laid-back navy captain, they blithely handed out flyers while chanting “The other baloney is friends with slanderers. We’re more genuine and honorable! Vote for Xanders!” It was ironic, yes, but it produced not only a lot of humor for chicks, but also a ton of stress-free afternoons after dealing with Professor Scott Morgan’s Thermodynamics, and a bunch of man-meat afternoon specials. It was all Zeke’s strategic marketing idea.

Safe to say, he was re-elected as Council President.

The said campus leader and spokesperson was spotted behind a pillar tall of paperwork. To say that the office was busy was an understatement. Tens of feet sauntering about, as if it was a room of car sales agents, showing clients around. The only thing missing in that place was two hundred telephones and stock brokers yapping their way through the speakers. Running his hand through his hair, he did not think he would regret being in a stressful occupation soon. It was not always everyday that the chamber of council secrets was full of ‘serious stuff’. More often than not, they were just there, chilling. If they were not overloaded pretending to be working, they would be in a conference, making up stuff that would make their beloved university better, all in forms of satire, parody or lampoonery.

The Student Council is a Cabinet Office of Partying. They voted a Party King, naturally it would be the same for their private sector.

A couple of hours from now, he would be reporting to the Dean with all the ‘fine junk’ they created and agreed upon. Yes, they were awesome, but they were no miracle workers. Safe to say, Zeke made peace with the fact that he had his limits-- he would not be able to make it on time. The twenty one year old would just have to skip lunch; or perhaps have a cold sandwich, at least, if he’s lucky enough. Now taking his mobile out of his pocket, his thumb slid over the screen and instantly found Colette Saunders’ name on it, ready to cancel their midday date. Certainly, she would be upset, and he didn’t want that, but he was in need to finish all these things. Of all the high society women in the country, she would be the one to understand that.

At the next ten seconds, everything went dark as if he was engulfed by hell’s shadows, punishing him for attempting to take a rain check on his girlfriend. It was soon followed by a voice of an angel, "Guess who!", like she’s in cahoots with the demon to make his life’s concord questionable.

“Hey sweetie!” he gently grabbed onto her fingers and gradually moved them away from his face. With the biggest beam he could muster, he faced her and added, “I was just about to check up on you, wondering if you’re not too busy to go out with me.” Lies.

Standing from his seat, he carefully pushed his paperwork along with his fountain pen out of the way so he could have a brand new seat on his desk. As they were immediately eye-to-eye, both of his palms jumped onto the sides of her sleeves and dragged her body close to him. “Mm, that felt good,” he mumbled in her ear while he closed his eyes. Well, the embrace was genuine, and he was indeed comforted to have her near after pushing himself since after brunch. Zeke, having to be swamped with strict schedules, may not be the best choice to be a pretty woman’s boyfriend, and he may prioritize his tasks over her on some days, but he honestly loved Colette, no s**t attached.

After planting a kiss on her forehead, he continued to encase her between his arms. With his muscular biceps present, she would find it difficult to wiggle out of his trap. Phone still at hand, he raised up just behind her head, enough for him to have a good look at his screen. Automatically, he chose May Jones, his vice-pres, out of the many names and typed a few words for her:

TO: MAY JONES | FROM: ZEKE XANDERS
I need all the paperwork done before 2:30.
Make sure to have someone COMPETENT proofread them.
Last time was embarrassing.

“Ready to go?” The man soon ushered the most radiant chick in the university towards the door. As he placed his gadget back in his jean pocket, he was certain that he caught the eyes of his council members, giving him a ‘what the ********]’ look, reminding him through their low frequency telepathy that they have a deadline to meet. Of course, Mister President just glared back. ‘Shut your traps. This will only take an hour and a half tops.’

Blue skies, sun smiling, clouds fluffy, it was a fascinating day out. While the twosome graced the parking lot with their presence, he soon shifted his eyes through the row of cars, searching for his gray Nissan GT-R. “So,” he started while his keys appeared within his grasp and the ‘toot toot’ sound went off. “You’re throwing a party tonight. You must be excited.” Small talk, yes, but they also have a lot of catching up to do.



WHATEVER WORKOUT THAT WORKS. SOCCER _ | _ WHEREFORE ART THOU? UNIVERSITY PARKING LOT _ | _ WHOEVER WITH? COLLETE SAUNDERS

[SatansBltch]

Feel the drums, feel the soft drumming in your ears. Eyes closed. Feel the music, the soft melody, let it take over your body, over your soul. You'll soon move in a beautiful rhythm feeling the cool floor beneath your graceful feet. Your arms reaching for the comfort of a partner yet feeling the air play around your body. You continue to dance, feeling weightless and free. Guided by the darkness and the feeling you so desperately desire. Dancing for what seems like hours but what is actually mere minutes, soon the melody fades and leaves you with the soft rhythm of the drums. The soft tapping slowing your body until the song ends and you're left standing in darkness, shrouded by the cool air.

Soft brown eyes met the open window of a small but cozy dorm room. The view beyond the looking glass held buildings, businesses and a horizon that begged to be explored. Tiny breaths filled the silence of the void, followed by an inhale of fresh air. Early morning, a favorite for the brown-eyed girl, a time to meditate, and be as close to the thing she held dear. May Elisabeth Jones, a sophomore in college and the vice president of a student council ran by a hormonal male who can't seem to keep it in his pants. Despite her annoyance, she found him.. Charming.

But this time, when the air was cool and crisp and the birds sang their song, was her time. During this time, she would finish the work that needed to be done, reply to important texts and emails then finally got ready for whatever was planned that day. For today, there was work that needed to be done at the "office" where she, the other members of the council and the president, Zeke Xanders worked. Before that, she had one single class.

Now later in the day, after her class she was startled by her phone ringing the familiar text ringtone, pulling it out she read the text and sighed. Guess he won't be in the office today. Hanging out with her she thought, pressing the reply button.

To: Zeke Xanders
From: May
Message: Sure, i'll finish what needs to be done.

Send.

Great, guess she was heading into the office a bit earlier than expected. Turning on her heal, the brunette headed towards the office and settled her bag by Zeke's desk, starting on the paperwork.

Sending off the paperwork, May decided to bring out her phone, turning on the music she was listening to this morning. Her current favorite song, 'How it Goes' by A Nighthawk, she continued to work, there was nothing else better to do.


Song of the day: How it Goes by A Nighthawk :: Call Upon A Raven: at the office Present Company: no one


Schick Merchandise



ooc: it's short and i thought it was long, sorry guys! ;a;

[wwwdotugh]

An auditorium echoing with upbeat music and artistically enthused college students stood on the campus of George E. Matthews University as Genevieve Williams swayed her prominent hips to the rhythm of the music and dipped a large rolling paint brush into a tray of paint and continued to roll the lovely warm color of maroon onto a background flat for the upcoming play. Gen wasn’t actually in the show this year, due to too many obligations with her classes, but she sure as hell would paint sets for her fellow thespians. Plus, who wouldn’t want to spend the day goofing around with happy people and paint things for extra credit? The raven haired beauty hummed along to the music whilst painting as she heard her phone go off suddenly. She knew that tone meant her bestie had texted her, and a bright smile shot up onto her porcelain face. She wiped the splotches of wet paint on her hands on her “paint jeans” as she liked to call them, and picked up her nearby phone and opened the text from Cj. “Oh s**t!” Gen had practically completely forgot about the party Cj and her were hosting tonight; the first party of the year. She let out a giddy squeal before hitting reply and began typing out:

”NEW TEXT MESSAGE”

To: C-to-the-J
From: Gen-Gen
omg girrrrrrrl, don’t pretend that my faves
aren’t ******** delicious okay? doesn’t everybody
like whipped cream vodka???? lol don’t worry
baby girl, I’ll pick some harder stuff up right after
thespians, kk?

Gen loved Colette dearly; she was her friend soul mate, honestly, her rock, and her sister. She was there for Gen when things got rough financially in between modelling jobs and when her father completely cut her off a few years ago. And when Gen got plastered drunk one night and spilled her guts to CJ about her secret, she was right there to wipe away her tears and promise her everything would be okay. Of course, Col still gives her playful crap about keeping it a secret from time to time when Gen doesn’t want to do her dishes, but she just laughs along and rolls her eyes. Checking the time and realizing she still needed to pick up the house and now stock the bar with more booze, she decided to skip the rest of Thespians’ club and head over to the liquor store with her newest hefty check from a bathing suit company. She was quite excited about this shoot considering she was going to be on a billboard near the campus. It would be up for all of her classmates to see in a few days and what more could Gen ask for than all of her peers to be peering at her gorgeous body on a billboard? After making sure her paint and roller were put away and that she didn’t have any more wet paint on her person, she made her exit to the parking lot, shouting to the others “Hey! Gotta go set up for the party tonight; just fill me in on what needs to be finished next meeting!”

The store was just down the street, off campus, so it didn’t take long to arrive. Locking her car behind her, she entered the store and began searching for the best brands of whiskey and vodka she could find. She decided on a few different ones and grabbed as many as she could carry to the counter where she was given a friendly, suspicious looking grin. She giggled as she handed over her I.D., “Whaaaat? It’s the first party of year, and we have to leave a good impression on the seniors’!” The male cashier shook his head and before checking her I.D and stating the price of all the booze. She still had a nice amount left from the check after the transaction, so she knew she could score some weed off of somebody later if she needed. With a dumb grin on her face and several bags of booze on each arm, Gen jogged back to her car and headed to the girls’ apartment to start setting up.

Once arrived, she placed all the liquor neatly in a pretty arrangement at the kitchen bar before dashing about the house making sure everything was in its place. With the apartment looking ready for a party, and the girls’ favorite dance and chill mixes set by the stereo system, it was time for the queen to ready herself. She turned on a good song on the system and ran upstairs to her bathroom where she stripped down to nothing and jumped into the shower. Once clean, dry, and pampered hair and makeup was complete, she lied out her favorite, little dress and heels. Still in her silk robe, she returned to the main floor and began setting out snacks for the party guests and lighting candles all about the house to set a good ambiance. Tonight had to be perfect, and Gen planned to keep it that way.

[gorgamander]

A shift in the seat. Calloused hands ruffling harshly, boyishly over already messy locks. Bouncing feet and legs. A loud, deeeeep sigh.

"Excuse me, middle row, in the back. Are you paying attention?" After a pause, "Thomas?"

Attention suddenly up at the front of the lecture hall, Tommy let out a shameless laugh, sent a grin to a middle-aged woman wearing a violet cardigan and a mildly unimpressed expression. "C'mon, Mrs. Hewitt. I hate Thomas. It's Tommy." Like, who the hell was Thomas? It was a name on his birth certificate, transcript, whatever official document, but that was it. He, up and coming little soccer star of George E. Matthew's, already working his butt off to secure position as Captain next year, and a noticeably famous face on campus, was Tommy. Tommy Russo, because no one really knew about the Giles bit and he didn't really care. And right now Tommy was in the middle of peeving one of his favorite professors (who, though she wouldn't admit it, held a bit of a soft spot for him as well).

"Well, Tommy, maybe I'd be inclined to pay more attention to what you hate if I knew you were willing to do the same for me. Now eyes to the front." As he begrudgingly obeyed, a short chuckle left her. "I honestly can't understand how you can have so much energy this early in the morning. Look at the rest of your classmates." He did and laughed, along with the other few who were actually lucid in the 8 AM class. Other than them the place was a dead zone. He didn't understand why; there was rarely a time when the youth wasn't packed with energy. Yeah! Life! People! Food! Soccer!

What he wasn't so pumped about was sitting still for hours at a time. Like now. Or any class, practically no matter what time in the day. Unless maybe he had just finished a massive meal and was consequently enjoying a food coma, he was an action man from the moment he woke up until the moment he dropped himself into bed. Even while he slept his lips were curved in a dynamic little smile. So it was quite the feat of his, somehow preventing people everywhere from falling in love with him or at least liking him. There were other aspects of his personality that were unpleasant enough to do the trick. Hot-headedness, for example. Or stubbornness. Or the tunnel-vision that came with such passion for soccer, both in terms of professional potential and even when it was meant to be fun. Other things tended to be pushed to the back of his mind, almost as if they didn't exist.

Again, like now. Even with the reprimand from Mrs. Hewitt he struggled to remain still, eventually raising his hand and asking to be excused to the bathroom so he could let out a little of this energy and maybe practice a field move he'd recently learned about. But luck had finally decided to pat him on the head because at that moment class was dismissed and he was free. He wouldn't have another class until the afternoon, so he could roam about as he pleased until then. (Homework? Haha, what?) After stuffing his face at the cafeteria and harassing anyone using the on-campus sports facilities he actually felt bored again. Maybe he hadn't socialized enough today. But who to use to remedy that? Scrolling idly though his phone contacts, the Sophomore felt a grin spread at a certain one, May. The two were pretty good friends, got along well and to an extent Tommy felt like he could trust her when he wanted someone to confide in. She was quiet, which was good for him because he was not. It was easy to be around her. And it was fun to bug her, so it was what he was going to do.

Where would she be now, though? He wouldn't ask, because he wanted to catch her by surprise. Hmm. It was about 11 by then, so maybe office stuff? Might as well check, since he had few other guesses and loads of time. Sneakered shoes strolled along the school until he reached the intimidating wooden and glass doors, and a peek through the window revealed that Yes! she was in. Tommy waited until her back faced him before he crept inside, surprisingly stealthily for an otherwise brazen youth. Then, just as she was about to turn to the front he gave a loud and sudden shout. Before she had time to scold him (if she ever would) he laughed and gave a friendly ruffle to the top of her short hair. "Morning, May! What's up?" Sparkling brown eyes surveyed the area and he helped himself to a tour-- no matter how many times before he'd been in here. "Working stuff?" Boring stuff? He flipped through a couple of papers on a desk without actually looking at any of it.






tommy giles russo | the sophomore soccer star | clothes | with may | ooc

HannieGraham