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 Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 5:00 pm
Ruthie couldn't believe summer would end so quickly. No red and golden leaves yet, but soon the halls of the English building would open, and she would spend her evenings studying Western literature and playing Tetris. Last night, she came sooo close to beating the 31-year old from California, but he T-spinned to victory. Why would he do that? Why?
She stopped before the History Building. Where could she find her economics room? She needed the elective for her core requirements (why bibliomaniacs needed to learn about supply, demand, etc. escaped her) or else she gladly would have enrolled in a course about fairytales or webcomics.
To her left, she found what she could only assume was another student, and somewhat embarrassed, she asked, "Hey, excuse me, do you know where I can find the economics building?"
Oh, she felt shy.
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 9:21 am
Layne couldn't believe he was actually here, this was the worse start to an evening, checking out school. Headphones pushed as deep as possible he was strolling around the campus, music blaring. There was a pamphlet tucked into his back pocket and a list of his classes in his hand but his eyes remained ahead, checking out the girls that passed him rather than the papers. For the most part he was just wandering, not even bothering to look at the map in the pamphlet since he really didn't care to even be here.
In fact he was only here because Stevie had threatened to kick him out if he didn't come take a look at things.
Soon however even that threat would be useless he mused deviously, since now he was legal and able to get a damn job. Pausing to switch his music over he hadn't noticed the girl approaching him and at that barely heard her talking. Looking up at the call he gave the stranger a narrow eyed and none to friendly glare.
Really? She looked old enough to know where the hell she was going. Giving in on a roll of his eyes he pulled a single ear bud out, though continued to play his music. Attention on the girl he lifted a brow, cute, " hey," his chin lifted with the greeting before he continued, "nope. I'dunno where s**t is around here myself." Layne had no probably admitting this and even to it he added, "but I have this damned thing if you want it," moving a hand back he pulled out the crumpled up pamphlet and held it out to her.
A smirk formed as he inquired, just a little curious, "whadda ya in for?" Yes this was prison and he would treat it as such.
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 9:59 am
Ohh ookay. Oookay. He rolled his eyes. Eye rolling did not indicate "Don't worry, delightful child, I'm happy to help you!" or "Of course, sweet lady!". Nooo, eye-rolling meant "Why are you doing this to me? Why don't you leave me alone and fall asleep in an alley or something?".
She smiled. Smiling would negate the eye-roll! Yes! Yes! it would show her as non-threatening and they could be friends! Friendship!
Putting aside her mini-panic attack, she said, "Thank you for the pamphlet!" Oh very good. He gave her something, and everyone knew that in Western literature, the character who gave more cared more!
She laughed at his comment. Ohh he was funny. She cherished academia! How ironic to treat it like a prison.
"English! What about you?"
She smiled. Was he a new student? She could be his DCU spirit guide! She would teach him how to study late into the night, and how to join scholastic bowl, and they could work at the library...
This would be excellent!
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Posted: Mon Aug 26, 2013 2:51 pm
"Yep, yer welcome." He replied dryly with a nod of his head to her thanks, already looking annoyed. Within five minutes of her facial gestures and her speech he knew it, knew it. She was a super freak, one of those people you wouldn't want to meet on Monday morning to early, the ones you just wanted to slap for talking. Peppy happy pep pep. Smirking he figured right about now would be the time, if he was a girl, he gave her a b***h please look. However since he was such a gentleman he pulled the snot to the back of his throat with a deep inhale and then loogied it right out on the ground nearly on her shoe.
"Sorry...allergies..too much sunshine. Clogs m's**t all up...yanno." With a shrug he looked over the pamphlet again, admiring the sorry condition it had taken on just from the washer and his pocket. Those things sure weren't made to be durable he thought with a small laugh to himself. English mayor huh, how boring. "Really? I'dda pegged you sumthin different.." He said, a little tooth coming into his speech to make it sound more hick than necessary.
Leaning back against the building he gives the girl a once over before bothering to reply to the rest of her question. "Gen'Ed. M'here for baseball mostly...." He said, looking off on a shrug then looking back to her a few seconds later, "s'yer name anyways?" He figured he might as well ask, considering she had already ruined nearly half of his favorite song. Switching his music off he pocketed the device and popped his neck before looking expectantly back to her, a silent 'well' given with his raised brow.elza magica Sorry that reply took so long ;; <3
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 11:25 am
Ruthie grimaced. That...That was so gross! He might have seemed a touch pulchritudinous before, but ewwww. Maybe she could remedy this? She sighed. This could be like My Fair Lady, for she could teach him the ways of upper class society! Yes! Yes! He would learn grace and elegance and beauty. Perhaps they could even attend a department formal, and she could bring her anti-Frankenstein, and her colleagues would swoon! They would feel so jealous, and she could receive the credit. Her ego would explode with delight, though that sounded quite disgusting. Maybe it would sputter? No...he probably wouldn't like that either.
Blossom?
Oh. That would be good.
Realizing that she zoned out all twinkly-eyed and red-faced and probably missed half of his reply, she shook her head. "Um. I--" She scratched the back of her head and coughed. "My name's Ruthie." She extended her hand and smiled. "It's a pleasure to meet an athlete like yourself! Where are you from? Would you like to walk to some of your course buildings?"Cheekiebirdiee Haha it's all good! <3 Enjoying this RP thus far!
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 6:03 pm
Inwardly and outwardly he smirked for the grimace, it was good to know when he won. Then it happened, the freak spazzed out on him. If this was how college kids greeted one another he was back to his old impression of wanting none, having not even wanted this one. What in world was going on, blinking he gave a dumbfounded look as Ruthie went red-faced and blank. It was nearly like she had taken a roofie, girl was gone and he was about to be.
Taking a step back he was just about to walk off when she snapped back. Damn, he thought bitterly this time giving his own sigh as she spoke.
His brow lifted curiously as she fumbled for words, for a moment or two he wondered just what she had drifted off to. "Ruthie huh...M'Layne." He rolled the name looking just as unimpressed as before, but even with how annoyed he felt he moved a hand forward and slapped the extended one in semi-friendly greeting. Or well in his own form of greeting. Flicking his tongue out he caught a bright green tongue-ring with his teeth, holding the cheeky gesture of a half extended tongue out for a moment.
"Aint it!" Layne crackled just as excited sounding then promptly snickered afterwards. "Yea yea s'good to meetcha' er whuddnot." Moving his hand up he ran a few fingers through his hair and gave a small tug to relieve some of his own frustration. A part of him just wanted to slap a hand over her mouth or rather put something in it to shut her up, but given he was on campus he didn't want to risk getting kicked out.
A dull gaze passed over Ruthie before he moved his hand down to pick oh so attractively in his ear, replying, "huh? Uh M'from Louisiana?...Whuddabou you? " He wasn't sure if that's what she had meant or not but really could careless as it was. When the rest of her questioning caught up with him Layne deadpanned and couldn't help but ask bluntly, "really? " Really. She really wanted to keep this up, for f*cksake. Sighing he gives a shrug though, figuring it would be better to just get this over with and find his classes even if he had to do it with her. "Rite..well whatever...com'on." Without another word he took off figuring she would trot along to catch up and tell him were to head.
elza magica Hehe I'm glad you are ! Me too ! Ruthie I'm sorrry he's a butthead btw <3 3 C:
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Posted: Thu Sep 05, 2013 9:29 pm
Layne! Like a lane of traffic! Or a bowling lane! His name seemed so entwined with their culture! Maybe he bore the voice of the people. Yes. Layne would bring an eternal peace upon the land, and everyone would shine in infinite glory under his leadership! ALL HAIL THE GREAT KING LAYNE. And yes! The tongue ring indicated wealth! It shone green--the color of growth, fortune, prosperity! Clearly, fate designated Layne the ruler of the people. Yes! Yes!
When he invited her along, she actually felt quite flattered.
"I'm so excited to show you around campus!" she laughed. She walked beside him like a bouncing mound of violet and pink and yellow. "Baseball is so cool, you know! Are you into great American past times? Do you host barbecues on patios and drink beer and watch football at the same time?"
The skies seemed clearer. The sun shined brighter.
"Louisiana's pretty far. I'm just from the suburbs. Nothing terribly exciting. Comfortable. Warm? What's Louisiana like?"Cheekiebirdiee LOL Ruthie loves the bad ones, so he'll do just fine. <333
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Posted: Wed Sep 11, 2013 3:19 pm
"...Riiight. Settle down gurl, it aint prom. " Piper teased unable to help it as they moved along. Inwardly however, he was trying to figure out why the ******** was she so damned excited just to be walking with him, a stranger, girls were psychos. This only further proved it for him. Scratching unattractively in his hair he tugged at a few of the longer locks and clicked his tongue ring against the back of his teeth, hoping to annoying her enough that she bounced right on away from him. Bounced, bouncing, subtly his gaze shifted down at the mentally repeated word. Locked on her bosom, in a deviously sneaky side glance, now he smirked wide in appreciation for the dancing twins. Amused as they jiggled along with the rest of the girls eager body and telling himself things weren't so bad after all.
Nice. Very nice, he could stand useless chatter for that rack and maybe if he could find a way to play it right accidentally trip and fall into heaven for a few minutes. Since judging by the size of those funbags he was fairly certain her voice would be drowned out. Laughing at his own thoughts he barely heard Ruthie as she questioned him, but as he registered he shrugged. The hell kind of question was that? Was she not American? Not that he really gave two s**t it was just kind of a stupid thing to ask someone, or so he thought.
"Kind of sonuvabitch'n question is that? I can't cook, play baseball and drink beer atta same time, hell I'd have ta ave eight arms babe." He said, tone dripping in a smartass snicker.Shaking his head he flashed a wide wolfish grin and gave another shrug, signaling the joke of an answer was all she was getting from him. With a roll of his eyes Layne pulled a door open and motioned her inside of the building with his head, ".....lyke a fairytale. Crowded, fully ah shitty romantic French people an smells lyke strong piss. Afta'ya. " Clicking his tongue he held the door open for her and leaned on it with a wink, hoping the crude answer would detour her from asking him more useless s**t at least for a little bit.
Though now that he had replied he took his own turn, trying to get her to talk about herself since he knew girls loved that kind of thing. "So bout you, kinda junk ya do other than talk'ta strangers n' English?" Glancing up from her now he peered towards the numbers on the doors making note of one as they passed it.
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 1:41 pm
Was he...looking at her boobs? Ruthie coughed. Well, wait. If he looked at her boobs, maybe it meant they had a lovely shape? Yes! Like Phryne, who bared her boobs to the judges of Ancient Greece and escaped punishment. Awesome! Layne seemed so thoughtful! A man of taste! Of intellect!
"Eight arms wouldn't be so bad." She brought her lips to her mouth. "Thank you." She slipped past him. "Carrying groceries, for instance, would seem much easier with eight arms." She smiled. "And romantic? How delightful!" She laughed. "As a hopeless romantic, I can definitely appreciate that."
Oh! He turned the question on her. A gentleman for sure! An experienced flirt!
"Well thank you for asking!" She studied the golden and icy-blue papers taped to the walls. Advertisements for clubs already? How early. "What a clever joke! Just reading the classics and writing. Do you read? Do you have a favorite book?"
These were important questions necessary for determining his character. He seemed perfect thus far, but only through his response could she truly assess their compatibility.
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Posted: Wed Sep 25, 2013 3:28 pm
Don't get kicked out of school, don't get kicked out of school, he chanted to himself mentally to keep from telling the girl she was being an annoying vulgar word. If he got in trouble now that was it, he could kiss his future goodbye. There was no way he could live with Stevie forever no way in hell, so he grinned and beared it at least for the moment.
Layne's eye twitched as the girl oh so conveniently picked out what she wanted to hear from his words. What the hell was she some kind of see the positive in everything nut? He was near ripping his own ears off at this point. As she slipped past him his gaze slid to her a** then on up her back. Think of the future, think of that a**, think of anything but cussing her out and making her cry to the school. To keep from saying something he shouldn't Layne simply kept his mouth tightly shut after asking about her.
Looking off himself to the papers taped to the walls he considered a few of the clubs offered on them, some not looking so bad and the more stuff to keep him away from home till he found a job the better. Job. Peering towards Ruthie he wondered if she would know any places for him to look, any places he wouldn't rip his hair out for that matter. At the inquiry of his favorite book he was close to telling her Superfudge to be a smartass but given he wanted to ask her about a possible place to find a job he simply shrugged and replied honestly, "uh..sumtimes. I'dunno guess Cujo." Books were a general waste of his time but when he did read he liked horror, psychological or murder mysteries, though t.v. was a better option.
"Anyways...say' Ruthie, yanno of any places lookin ta hire?" Why not ask he had to put up with her thus far, might as well get something more than a view out of it. Pointing to a door he added as well, " s'one of mine." One class down only a few more to find.
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Posted: Sat Sep 28, 2013 10:31 pm
Cuuuuujo. Ruthie's eyes lit up with feverish delight. Yessss. DOGS WERE LOYAL. EVEN IF BLOODTHIRSTY. DID THAT MEAN LAYNE WAS LOYAL TOO? Ohhh man. Oh man oh man oh man. She couldn't risk her chance at losing such awesome boyfriend/boy candy/study buddy/party guest material. She laughed and hooked her arm around his, leaning in suuuuper close. "Cujo is an amazing literary analysis about human savagery through canine incarnation." She nodded. Curls bounced. "You must be a complete scholar. Completely and utterly in touch with the foundations of human nature." She studied him with great seriousness. She wouldn't approach this lightly. "It you're secretly a genius, I have a right to know."
Smiling, she pulled away.
"Umm..." She frowned. Silly Layne! Her parents as rich as they were, she didn't have to work! Work ethics were for lame people who earned their dollar instead of bathing in perfumed bubbles. Did Layne not belong to this class? Strange. He seemed so...chic. Edgy. Yes, what a masterpiece. He was brilliant! "I...don't...knoww?"
She hoped he wouldn't judge her. Oh God. Oh God.
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Posted: Tue Oct 08, 2013 11:55 am
He hadn't expected her to cling to him so when she did his body stiffened a bit before relaxing. The scent of her perfume offending his nostrils as she leaned in as close as she did, though it was a little overpowering it wasn't so bad, he might have even liked it if it was a little less. It was the breaking down of him and his choice in reading material that had him rolling inside, him a genius? He barely got out of high-school let alone into community college. Layne rolled his eyes gently and for the moment didn't bother to shake her loose of him.
Thank god for baseball and dumb broads he mused, stormy eyes flickering down to narrow in a teasing manner on those that looked into them. "Well If ah was secretly, it wudd'ant be any fun to tell ya right ofta'bat now would it sweetcheeks?" Leaving the foolishness there he rolled his shoulders around the time she pulled away, popping them on a groan. He was getting stiff on this conversation and not in the good way.
Though just around the time he was thinking about leaving Layne was drawn back into the conversation with her reply to his job inquiry. A curious light flickering to his eyes, was she loaded? Enough that he could take advantage of? Enough to be able to put up with her? Or was she just a semi-hot nerd with no friends and no social life? These were important questions now, ones he figured he might as well try to prod answers for before jetting on her. "Dunno huh? Hah. Don't work I take et? Eh..yer far to prudy for hard labor anyways.." Layne wasn't above using flattery in fact in his experiences most girls tend to love it, even if they denied compliments. Shifting closer to her he purposely leans into her space to point out a class on the map, "I need'ah go tha way, what about you?"
elza magica Sorry this took awhile ! <3
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 11:26 am
”Please, my dear.” Ruthie pressed closer to him, hoping the genius would absorb into her via osmosis. ”You know it’s a shame to hide your brilliance to the world. Think of the dissertations you could write! You could theorize a masterpiece.” She nodded. The boy possessed ineffable intellect, she felt sure. She sensed it in the storminess of his eyes, the swagger of his poise. She wanted to become part of his Louisiana-baseball-playing-Cujo-reading world and bask in his Southern dialect if he would only let her, and yet, he seemed distanced—present physically, but…
Surely it wasn’t a matter of class. A genius needn’t worry about living up to her standards, she felt, but then, she could be wrong. She was wrong about the bookkeeper. She was wrong about the cable in the factory that sent her plummeting. That was a bad memory. No need to think about near-death experiences with Layne. He promised comfort and drawl and closeness. She felt the warmth of his skin against hers as he leaned in. She blushed. ”Thank you. You’re too sweet.” She studied the map. ”I like your face.”
Hey, caught between intense blushing and reading the tiny font, she had little else to say. Mostly she just wanted him to like her.
”I can walk with you a bit longer.” She traced the line running east. ”But then I need to turn here. Sound good?”
She hoped he was a sign that this year would be easier—more enjoyable.
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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 2:58 pm
Oh lord this dame. Layne simply eye'd the girl as she gushed over him, talking about theories and complete nonsense. He was going to need a smoke after this meeting that was for damn sure. Steely blues flickered towards the doors they passed while walking, making note of which he needed to be aware of. Layne was trying to keep his temper down which meant focusing on anything but the actual conversation.
For once as Ruthie blushed though he admire something more than her breast, the dust of pink was kind of cute, even for an airhead. Layne was just about to tease her when she told him she liked his face. Caught off guard, which was a RARITY, he simply blinked for a moment. After the initial shock wore off he started to laugh and elbowed her gently in the side, " yea? Well yer face aint half bad neither.” Looking back to the map as she traced a line he nodded and gave a snort.
"Sounds gud to me, " Smirking he attempted to sling an arm up over Ruthie's shoulders, mind wandering to all the things he might be able to scam off of her. "Yanno Ruthie, I think you'n'me gonna get along real well.." He hummed the words lazily and gave a sneaky lean back to admire her backside, "yep." Maybe this year of hell wouldn't be as bad as he had previously figured, maybe. Heading down the hall, be it with Ruthie under his arm or not, Layne's attention fixated on finding the rest of his classes.
Oak PhD Shall we call it a fin with them walking on ? OR maybe skip ahead to leaving and exchange numbers *shot* o3o
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