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 Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2015 11:15 am
 I've learned so much being ｌｏｎｅｌｙ .
xxxxxx “ T h e x s a d d e s t x t r u t h . ”
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x but sometimes we have to pretend everything's okay ↷ .xxxxxxxxxxxx o. o. c. //; word count-xxx
f. e. e. l. i. n. g. //; busy
l. o. c. a. t. i. o. n. //; Salt & Lane's Dorm xxxxxxxxxxxxxSalt Augustus
Salt gave Tatsuya and endearing smile when he told her his favorite tea, saving the words in her memory so that she could call upon them when the time requested. The young woman turned back to making the tea, but her attention was diverted to Tatsuya again when he concluded that it was time to leave. She opened her mouth to disagree, but he seemed set on it, plus, she didn't want to interfere with his work. Salt gave him a small bow of appreciation as he made his way out, waving happily.
After he left, she checked the time and saw she still had time until classes began. Salt took care of her tea, lowering the flame. She transported all her things into her bed-space, getting to work on filling the bookshelf there with all of her books. The extremely large roller bag she carried contained most of her materials and clothing, while the smaller boxes had things such as soap, lotions, hair-ties, shoes, etc. It was very fortunate that Salt was so tiny. Many of her things didn't take up much space, such as her clothing. In the bathroom, she placed her vanity items.(Toothbrush, toothpaste, lotion, body-wash, soap, hair items, cleaning supplies, and more). Lastly, Salt prepared her contact solution. She place it atop the counter so the substance could marinate and properly clean as well as protect the lenses. Contrary to popular belief, glasses actually made one's eyesight worse overtime. Her father had done extensive research and determined the contact lenses were best. She wore glasses today for convenience, as it would take a while longer for the materials to get properly handled in her dorm(so they were sanitary in the new space). Salt wore her glasses when she needed to, and always carried an extra pair around in her brown leather bag.
Salt focused on her clothing, now. She put the articles in their respective places, along with her shoes and few accessories. Finally, her bed was set and adjusted to what she was used to. The young girl kept much of her things in small little corners, as to not bother her room-mate. When all was said and done, Salt rushed into the kitchen to take care of a steaming kettle, sitting down to some tea. She sipped it as she organized the kitchen items and added her own little things here and there, hanging her cute apron from the pantry wrack. Salt washed her things when she was finished, and returned to her niche to make sure all of her materials were there. A quick check concluded that her tote bag had her inhaler and reading book, as well as handkerchiefs. In her travel/carry bag were her materials for her very first class, Literature. Salt had to go into her bookshelf and even stack books in and around her area because there just wasn't enough room for all her books to stay, some even rooming with her clothing since she was a dainty one. Her mini-laptop was stationed on top of the lower part of her bed, making a make-shift desk. She was proud of her work.
Her books were in order at last, and the bag and books were grabbed as she checked the time. Perfect, she'd made it there early. Salt quickly ran to the bathroom to tend to her injured knees, happy that they had stopped bleeding and begun to scab over. A quick, gentle wash was applied before she left.
EXIT TO: ENGLISH LITERATURE
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ENTER: AFTER LITERATURE CLASS....
Salt scuttled into her room and ran over to her corner, setting her things on the ground. She emptied out her bag of the books and journals, exchanging it for her tote bag, which had many similar things within it. Journals, a book, extra pair of glasses, handkerchief, pencils, inhaler, hand-sanitizer, agenda, and phone. She removed her scarf and hung it from the prong connected to her bed. The little woman ran to the bathroom and checked on her injuries once again, concluding that it was alright to leave the wound open to get some oxygen. She brushed her hair quickly and cleaned her glasses, checking on the contact solution. Still not ready. It should be a few more hours. She looked in her agenda quickly, concluding she needed to go to the library and had all of the essential things in order to be productive there.
Salt left soon after, heading to the library.
EXIT TO: LIBRARY
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 3:20 pm
I've learned so much being ｌｏｎｅｌｙ .
xxxxxx “ T h e x s a d d e s t x t r u t h . ”
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x but sometimes we have to pretend everything's okay ↷ .xxxxxxxxxxxx o. o. c. //; word count-1800
f. e. e. l. i. n. g. //; worried
l. o. c. a. t. i. o. n. //; Salt & Lane's Dorm xxxxxxxxxxxxxSalt Augustus
On her way back to her dorm, Salt encountered yet another board filled with posters and such. It was positioned in the hall connecting their dorms and the school. Taking a moment to read over just what all the bright colors wanted to tell her, they young girl was pleasantly surprised to find that there were many options for clubs at this school. From the swim team, to kendo, to archery, to cross country, and many more. Taking out her pen, Salt considered which to join. In highschool, she'd participated in the Basketball team as their equipment manager and athletics director. Working along the coach, Salt used her academic prowess to calculate the perfect strategy and workout for the most optimal outcome. The team had gone to nations. She was very proud of them! Sports were so very interesting to her. A bad history of anemia and docility in her family caused her to react badly to a lot of physical exertion, so much of what was on the list couldn't apply to her.
Salt also noticed a cooking club, and had to hold herself back from signing up. If her father found out, he would be very angry. Her father never approved of her doing anything in the kitchen. She gripped her pencil harder in frustration. He'd always compare her to her mother. Salt couldn't be like her mother, Salt needed to be better. Her tiny heart of hearts cried out in pain, concealed by mountains of information.
In her trance, Salt's eyes found a Volleyball form. Her eyes started gleaming. Volleyball and Basketball took place in the same gym. Salt would find her eyes following the ball as it bounced back and forth, the tall and conditioned strategically placed bodies following it expertly. She'd always wanted to play it. It looked invigorating. The past Libero of her highschool was a small girl like Salt. It gave her hope that sports could be something she'd do, too.
But then again...
The young girl thought of her academics. She shook her head and wrote her name down cleanly on the flyer, as well as contact info and dorm number. There was going to be a practice soon, too. Salt took out her agenda and made a note. It was only then did she finally make her way into her dorm.
Immediately, her stuff was set down and she went into her clothing, pulling out a modest dress to wear to this, "c**k-tail party." Salt was familiar with them; however she had never attended. Semi-formal was something she knew all too well of. Dress to impress, indeed. She looked at herself in the mirror, trying to decide what to do with her long, dark brown hair. After thinking a bit, she believed a braid or a bun would suffice. Salt would figure it out later. She also checked on her contact lens solution and squeaked in excitement when they almost done. That was good, it meant she didn't have to wear her glasses to the ballroom. Salt always took up the chance to not wear her glasses; she liked her face better without them. It reminded her of the fact that she wasn't all a nerd.
Salt snapped out of her thoughts and needed to be out and about again. She had a meeting with Mr. Ishiin in a few hours, and then come back and prepare for the banquet. Pouting again at the thought of her professor's ridiculous question, she grabbed some of the books she checked out, along with her tote back, and ran out of the dorm, carefully examining a map as to where this 'grog shop' was.
EXIT TO: THE GROG SHOP
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2015 4:40 pm
 Lane got excited when Faith reminded him that she was going to be in college the next year because then they would be able to room together. Last year, he had roomed with a Japanese old man named Masato and they definitely didn't see things on the same level. It was still fun, though, be able to get through living just barely as he tested his limits with the smoke man. Lane wondered if Masato was still going to school. He'd have to go and check the Kendo dojo soon because more than likely Masato was going to be there. It was like the male lived in that place. He hoped that that when he got to his room there wouldn't be another guy there. While it was fun rooming with Masato a cute girl to wake up to each morning was more his style.
As they continued to walk, Lane looked down at Faith as she held her hand out. He looked at her, confused, but laughed whenever she offered her assistance to help him carry around his bags. "I got this pat down." He reassured her as he hoisted up his bags so that it would stop falling down on his shoulders. They both passed a couple of students squealing about the formal event happening in a few hours and he groaned when they were out of hearing range. "Ugh, I forgot about that. Here's to hoping that I kept my suit from last year." He said, more to himself. They were standing in front of the Ashwood Dorm now. Moving faster to grab the door before her, Lane let Faith go into the building first. "I guess I should let you go early since girls like to spend forever getting ready for an event, right?" He said with a smirk as he let the door close after she walked in. He walked down a hallway and passed the common room looking for his dorm room. He looked up and saw the familiar numbers: 104.
Opening the door, Lane could smell the aroma of tea. He groaned as he swung open the door. "Masato!" He called out as he walked into the room further but noticed that the belongings were made for a girl and not that gawdy Japanese man. He looked dumbfounded for a second before throwing his bags off of him to do a signature celebration pose. "I'M ROOMING WITH A GIRL!" He yelled before going over to grab Faith in an embrace. He was totally crying happy tears now. He laughed as he let go and walked over to the stove that they had, lifting the kettle. It was still a little warm. "Guess the roommate made tea. You want some? It's a bit cold now." He offered.
Pedestriane Lane's in the room now. BOOM
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2015 12:30 am
Faith Mirandez ✧ With; Lane. ☠ Wearing; White and Blue School Outfit(in picture) ✧ Feeling; Curious ☠ Location; Salt and Lane's Dorm ✧ ⇝ The realization that there was an event coming up, a formal one, seemed to be news to Faith. She blinked and looked back over her shoulder at the girls before looking to Lane. " Oh for suuuure." she replied, then shrugged. " To be honest I didn't even remember... thank god I still have my dress with me." she spoke, walking into the dorm building. As she looked back at him, she rolled her eyes and grinned. " What? Don't like a formal event? I'll have to make sure you save a dance for me~" she winked at him before stopping next to his dorm when he did. She let him open the door and when he called out, she stepped in behind him and looked around. She could see his side of the room already, a mess. She laughed to herself before looking over to the other side of the room just as he realized he was rooming with a girl. And oh did he make it known.
She was distracted by the thump his bags made as they hit the floor and she glanced over to them before she felt his arms go around her and he shouted again. Laughing, she shook her head at him, returning the hug before she was released. She pushed his bags over to the side of the room which she assumed was his, before looking at him. " Eh? Sure, if they don't mind. Tea is always good!" She grinned at him and sat down on his bed, resting her bottle of "water" on the bed.
She sat back and leaned on her hands, smirking at him. " I can tell this is your side of the room, still a mess!" she teased him and looked around. Although she said that, it probably could have been worse. Then again she wasn't aware of the boxers that the teacher had to throw to the side earlier for his roommate not to see them. She brought her eyes back to Lane and tilted her head at him. " Who was your old roommate to make you so happy about rooming with a girl?" she asked curiously, a smile on her face. If he was that happy, he could be a player, or maybe his ex-roommate was just that bad. Still, never know if you don't ask right? ⇜ OOC;
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2015 11:28 pm
Faith had responded to him that she would like a cup of tea and he nodded, looking over at the kettle. He picked it up and shook it a bit before opening the lid to look in it. There was more than enough to fill two glasses. He set the lid down and wiped his hands on his pants before looking around for some sort of cups. He had brought some red, plastic cups from home earlier because if he had learned anything it was that he didn't like to wash his cups after he used them and all of his ex-roommates hated that. The solution was just to use what you wanted then throw it away. Simple as that. Now Lane just had to remind himself not to get lazy about throwing out the trash when it was full. He probably could've conjured up some penicillin with the mold that he had last year. Grinning at the thought, Lane dug around his wardrobe and pulled two cups out but not before he noticed Faith looking around at all of the sunlight coming in from outside. "Oh, yeah." He muttered under his breath as he set the cups down by the tea pot and ran over to close the binds. He did what he could about the amount of sun coming through but it was still somewhat bright so he grabbed his folding chairs and set it where it was dark. He stepped back and nodded to himself in approval before walking back to the tea and pouring them in its cups. "Man, I'm being a real good host right now." He said as he laughed, grabbing both cups to take to the chairs. He handed one off to Faith before sitting down, taking a sip. It was eh. Probably better when it was a lot warmer, though.
Lane took another gulp before setting the cup on the floor. He laughed again when Faith commented on knowing which side was his based on the mess. He raised a hand up to scratch his arm, taking a glance away from her. "Haha, not even three days and I've already made it known which side is mine." He responded, looking around the room. It wasn't too bad but there were things that he could've picked up from the floor. He thought about going over to grab them and shove them in a drawer somewhere but what was the point? Faith had already seen it and Lane was way too lazy to show her his cleaniness. He reclined back in his chair as Faith asked him about his old roommate and he groaned. "This guy was the worst as a roommate. I don't even know how we're still friends but his name's Masato. He's very..." Lane looked up towards the ceiling as he thought of the word to perfectly describe his old pal. "Dickish." He finished, looking at Faith with a straight face before bursting into another spout of laughter. He smacked his leg a couple of times like he had told a very funny joke. He calmed down some, wiping a tear from his eye. "But, no. He's very picky on how certain things should be. If you ever come across him, I'm sorry, but he's fun to pick on. I actually think that, if I have enough time between clubs and classes, I'll join Kendo just to spite him." He told her with a devious grin. He had been thinking this for a long while now but after knowing Masato and his living habits he and Lane didn't really have anything that would require for them to meet up anytime soon. Their majors were different and they weren't in any clubs together. As much as Lane disliked the punctual man, he still considered Masato to be a rather close friend. Taking another look around on his roommate's side, he hoped that she wasn't some female version of the uptight smoke monster.
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After talking for some time now, Lane took a glance at his watch and sighed. He then did a double take as he stared at the time once more. "Oh, ********. It's almost time for that formal." He said, standing up and knocking over the now empty cup. He looked at Faith. "I told you that I'd let you go so you can spend your three hours on getting ready, right? Whoops." He said, laughing. He didn't even bother with the cup anymore as he walked over to his wardrobe filled with random stuff and tried to find his suit. It was on the bottom of his baseball uniform, crinkled, but still clean-ish. He pulled it up and patted it from the dirt that was on it and threw it on his desk chair. He sighed before sitting down in the chair. "I don't want to get ready for this. Suits are uncomfortable." He whined before looking over at Faith. "At least I'll be able to see you in your cute little outfit, right?" He teased. "But I'll embarrass you if you come up and ask for a dance. Can't do it except for, like, the Cha Cha Slide or something." He added in. "But before we go off talking for another four hours I'll just head towards the bathroom. Maybe you won't follow me and we'll meet up at the formal." He said with a laugh.
KiyokoXXXInuzuka HAHA. You mentioned the underwear. You, my dear, are the real MVP. LAUGHED SO HARD.
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2015 12:56 am
Faith Mirandez ✧ With; Lane. ☠ Wearing; White and Blue School Outfit(in picture) ✧ Feeling; Shocked, Excited ☠ Location; Salt and Lane's Dorm ✧ ⇝ When Lane moved around her to shut the blinds, she laughed. She let him have his moment though, despite her not being extremely sensitive to the sunlight. He had his moment, wasn't going to take it from him. Although she'd eventually let him know. As she watched him go about the room, getting all the things he needed. Cups, which were able to be thrown away she noticed, and the tea. She vaguely wondered if the roommate would mind if they had any but the thought quickly slipped her mind as Lane started to talk again. She tilted her head at him as she listened, taking the cup offered to her with a smile. She took a sip and giggled, having to cover her mouth for a second before shaking her head at him. Had she said anything about him being super messy? Well, probably. She wasn't known for being sutble. She took another drink of her tea as she listened to his roommate and she scrunched up her nose. Well, at least his roommate sounded organized, but probably too much so for her. She wasn't a big fan of having a roommate anyway, she liked her space and her time. Although rarely did she decline an offer to join someone doing something, a perfect example being her pulled into Track. Would she have decided to join otherwise? Probably not. And well, unless it caused her harm physically or mentally she'd say no but... " He sounds... interesting. I'm sure he'll love it if you joined his club." she replied, laughing and watching the other boy as he laughed at his own, apparent, joke. She didn't get it, but his actions were funny so that sounded good to her.
She shifted her legs and shook her head at him once more as he thought to himself and another conversation started up. She found his company enjoyable, although he was a tad touchy compared to her other friends but she was getting used to it already.
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They kept talking and she enjoyed every second but when he looked to his watch and looked again, she tilted her head. Oh really? Had time flown that fast? She felt her cheeks heat up a tint of red, that certainly was a first for her. She always paid attention to the time! She watched him walk over to his boxes and she smiled slightly, taking both of their empty cups off the floor before tossing them into the trash. She rolled her eyes at him as he whined about the formal dance. " Oh come on, they could be making you do worse." she replied, reaching for her bottle and bag that she had taken off her shoulders about halfway through conversation. The strap had been hurting her shoulder a little.
She smirked at him when he made a comment about her apparel, thinking about what she had for a dress. She had the red one with her, the one that brought out her eyes. It wasn't the most fancy, but it was a nice dress and simple things suited her. She probably would look nice in a super-formal dress, but she'd never had one on before. Which was even surprising to her. She laughed as he mentioned dancing and she simply shrugged it off. " I'm sure you'll love my dress, it brings out my eyes~" she first said, winking at him before readjusting her bag on her shoulder, it was going to start hurting again. " Oh I'm sure a smart boy like you can learn. I could teach you in a matter of minutes to do a formal dance, but if you prefer that dance I'd be fine with it." she had never been one to be overly concerned with formalities, unless it was a life saving one. She blew her bangs out of her face and blinked at him before walking up to him where he sat in the chair. " Oh? You sound like you're making an offer. But unfortunatly for you, my dress isn't here, it's in my dorm." she teased, sticking her tongue out at him before giving him a quick hug and a barely noticeable, although he'd feel it, kiss on the cheek. " See you at the dance, Lane~ try not to miss me too much!" she then walked over to the door of his dorm and opened it, smiling back at him once more before shutting the door behind her.
She had to take a second to gain her composure, patting her cheeks to make the redness go away. Ugh, she was always so... so shy when it came to such things. She figured though, she might as well reward him for keeping her company, right? And he'd managed to do something no one else had for a long long time. She'd lost track of time. Sighing, she quickly walked towards the exit of the building, seeing as she wasn't exactly sure what time it was and she didn't want to show up late and disappoint anyone. ⇜ OOC; Well naturally! I may or may not have looked at all the convo's in the dorm room before posting so I could pick up on little things. Haha. I had a lot of fun writing this post, these two make me smile.
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2015 10:26 am
The entire night of the event, Lane had been wandering around the place, eating the snacks, and looking for anybody that he might've recognized. He saw some old friends that he normally hung out with but he didn't see anybody that he really just wanted to catch up with. On the flip side, he noticed Faith but she seemed busy with a group of other people. It didn't look like she was afraid of them or anything so Lane figured that he might as well just let her have her own fun. There would be plenty of times where they could hang out especially because he had successfully added her to the Cross Country roster. The club wouldn't be meeting anytime soon as they were still waiting for an advisor to show up and accept the job but for now Lane figured that he might as well get some running done. His other club, baseball, wasn't exactly up either. As they were looking for more people for the team, Lane knew that he would have to step up his invitation game if they wanted to actually play in the games without forfeiting because of insufficient players. He wanted to kick some a** in the skill sense that is known as baseball. It didn't make him any angry, though, since it wasn't the right season to be playing anyway.
With nothing else to do at the event and the teachers having already said their spill, Lane decided to go back to the dorm and get some laziness out of his system. He was kind of depressed that this was his last day of freedom before buckling down on homework and stress but he told himself that he was almost finished. Actually, it was such a surprise on how he had gotten this far into college but here he was. When he opened the door, Lane expected to finally be able to meet his roommate but the person still didn't seem to be there. He quietly stared at his roommate's belongings before looking around to make sure that the person wasn't still in there before walking over and snooping around in their stuff. One thing was for sure, his roommate was a total nerd. He was beginning to get flashbacks from his old Japanese roommate. Just thinking that it could've been Masato, Lane did another quiet look-through of his room. Masato was a smoke spirit, or something, so he always had a way of being in the room but not and it would always freak Lane out. Of course, even with his human senses, Lane was pretty well versed in his spiritual sense and would often listen to that itchy feeling that something wasn't right so even if he couldn't see Masato sometimes, he knew that something was in the room and more often than not, it was him.
After looking around his roommate's belongings, which he had come to realize was a chick named Salt, Lane stripped down into his night clothes and jumped into his bed. He knew that he wasn't going to be sleeping anytime soon, he never was able to sleep the day before classes started, but he felt that since there was absolutely nothing to do and people were probably getting to know their other roommates, he would just lay there until some sort of sleep hit him.
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Come morning, Lane still didn't see his roommate but he was pretty sure that they had come in, slept, then immediately left. Probably for classes. He was drowsy from the restless night but he was feeling energized at the same time. He stretched, raising his arms towards the ceiling, touching his fingers against the top as he yawned. He wasn't ready for these classes to start. He didn't even have all of his books with him. Basically, he was just going to wing it. Last semester, and the semester before that, Lane had spent his money on buying his books that he really only used as a paper weight and then struggled to find money for his food and necessities the rest of the time. Somehow, his old-Japanese-guy-roommie had enough money to spend for the both of them. Lane was beginning to think that he sold his body often to get that income since there was always a high supply of green.
Jumping out of his bed, Lane went to go get ready for class but he was already dreading every moment of it.
[[ ooc :: Lane is now in Journalism class]]
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