<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/17/f3/34/17f33405cb4d535c9add38547889026e.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Name:</span></span></strong>Oliver Demitri Alphonso Groti (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.0)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Date | Time:</span></span></strong>Monday, September 30th| 2pm<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Location:</span></span></strong>Grand ballroom| Under the table--Beating a hasty retreat to anywhere but here<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Outfit:</span></span></strong>See picture (Black overcoat olive sweater & Jeans)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Mood:</span></span></strong>Curious| Admiring<del>everyone</del>the castle<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Content:</span></span></strong>Familiarizing himself| Yanked under the table and held against his will?<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Tagging:</span></span></strong>Open| Leena<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Honestly every instinct in Oliver should have gone off like an alarm to not poke fun at the girl, as clearly poking crazy would only lead to trouble, though just as sharp as those instincts were they also went into the other direction to prod further; it made life both interesting and also full of what happened next. The playful poke resulted in what Oliver could only describe as a wild animal reeling and coming back with an attack as Leena seized the lapels of his coat to yank him yet again, which in itself was mildly irritating, but he already wound this clearly off her rocker chick enough so yelling wouldn't resolve anything. Hell chances were if he did most would be dubious of his intentions in having followed her under the table in the first place, and Oliver<em>wasn't</em>going to go down that rabbit hole...not on the first day of course. While yelling wasn't on the table Oliver was more privy to give Leena some lip for her obviously crazy way of thinking, not making it until the end of the year? Pfft this wasn't some fantasy story, although there were certainly more than enough gorgeous people all gathered, so maybe<em>that</em>aspect wasn't too far fetched. And then she shushed him again!The audible grumble could be felt against her finger as Oliver briefly considered biting the digit, after all who shushes people like that?<br/><br/><strong>"Listen....whoever you are. Clearly you need to take a moment and-"</strong>The Boston born started with some annoyance in his voice, about to make some crack of someone needing to get back on their medicine, but Leena was already moving away.At first Oliver was somewhat relieved as it would stop her insistent grabbing of him for reasons beyond his understanding, clearly already painting her off as some girl with a loose nut; a cute one but usually the cute ones were pretty batty. The mouthed silent words of 'watching you' were met with a light narrow of his own as Oliver gave a deflated sigh, it had barely been an hour and yet he managed to find the craziest person around, it wasn't the best first impression honestly. Just when the male was fully content it couldn't get<em>that</em>much worse the spazz seemingly was able to not only throw him under the bus, but solidified her bratty behavior with announcing to the entire ballroom with the ridiculous fabrication of what had transpired. Seriously??<br/><br/>Oh he was so going to get that girl...<br/><br/>Now painfully aware of what awaited him once he maneuvered himself out from under the table Oliver could feel his ears vibrating a hot red even under the table's safety, the cringe making his entire form flushed; but he couldn't just stay under the table even if he wished it now. Slowly winding himself back into his chair he had once been ripped from Oliver could only offer a bashful smirk to any within his vicinity, a free hand already moving to cup the back of his neck as he chuckled.<strong>"Yea...uh jet lag is a bitch."</strong>He could only give the lame excuse he had been given, already reaching and grabbing the nearby cup to swallow a good gulp of water to sell the act. When he saw that chick next he was going to....well he didn't know yet. But karma was also a bitch.Of course after a display like that Oliver was more than willing to make his own sort of escape, the last thing he needed was some uppity snark shot his way that would eventually turn into the scrapper falling back into old habits, a few sips of water 'seemingly' settling his ailment before the young man pushed himself back to his feet. On his way out he did pass by the overflowing buffet fit for kings and regrettably found what hunger he once had long been pushed back thanks to that weird girl and her, well whatever the hell happened, but it would be rude not to at least snag something considering the staff had gone out of their way to create the mouth watering menu.<br/><br/>Grabbing a few finger sandwiches in a napkin to cradle in his hand Oliver made his way out from the ballroom with his metaphorical tail hung between his legs, this being far from the first impression he wanted to present, but well shit happened he supposed. Tearing a piece of sandwich to cram into his mouth Oliver would boredly explore the halls for the next few hours, idly chomping on his food while his mind wandered towards just how he'd get his sweet revenge for Leena's bat shit crazy antics.<br/><br/>--> Continued in Dorm room