<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246457.msg15693173#msg15693173">Quote from: Kokaine on 23-12-2020, 01:28:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">I suppose I ought to eat or drink something or other; but the great question is 'What?'</span></strong></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/gKBLtmu.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: palatino linotype;"><strong>Name:</strong> Araceli Dos Santos | Ace<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br/><strong>Status:</strong> 3rd year student | Silver!<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Hella layers cuz its fucking cold.<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Lab by Alchemy Coffee (A few blocks away from JCU)<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> December 21st | Around 2ish<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Who tf knows?!<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Bunny Boy Dude</span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: palatino linotype;">Getting off campus was not at all a difficult feat for Ace. There were only a select few who would bother with the hassle of trying to stop her from doing what she wanted given her proven ability to cause headaches with a mere look, program or no, and she could be lowkey when necessary. It was getting off campus without folks trying to tag along and draw far too much attention that was the real surprise. Exams really were a damned bummer.<br/><br/>Ace had never liked being left alone too long. Solitude made her broody and left her prone to overworking herself as she could easily get caught up trying to do too much either physically or mentally. Especially if she was trying to ignore the homesickness that often plagued her. If it wasn't that getting to her then she was likely to get herself in trouble because if she wasn't working hard she was bored. And bored Ace was bad. Very bad. <br/><br/>Boredom was the reason she'd ended up losing her original scholarship and getting shipped off to this place.<br/><br/>Wasn't it great then that she'd so clearly learned her lesson?<br/><br/>Exactly.<br/><br/>Humming under her breath, Ace pulled a hand free of her pocket and reached out to open the door. If you asked her, she had not a fucking clue why she was here other than a deep seeded aversion to staring at her text books any longer. But then, did it really matter why? The answer was, of course, no. It didn't matter one little bit. She was stepping inside to a warmer temperature and could scent delicious things of the warm and probably bad for her variety. This was great. She just needed to locate the pretty rabbit. <br/></span></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">I suppose I ought to eat or drink something or other; but the great question is 'What?'</span></strong></span></div><hr/><div class="floatright">(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--WRt8IW1JH8/X-SI3Kc8FfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/SHJ2OlS6mE0x1EmrmGcFQvk-01lofq18ACNcBGAsYHQ/s320/e2b9d9a1e701c3b293e28a1f32b734e5.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><strong>Name:</strong> Rab / Rabbit / The White Rabbit (&lt;-- Only known aliases)<br/><strong>Sortment:</strong> Outsider<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong> Entrepreneur (Dealer, SHHHHHH!)<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Optimistic<br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> 12.21.20 | 1:50 PM<br/><strong>Tag:</strong> Maybe Ace (Koka) / Open<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Lab by Alchemy Coffee (A few blocks away from JCU)<br/><strong>Other:</strong> <span class="bbc_u">Poses as a student. <strong>No one</strong> knows his real name/full name, or that Maddox is his cousin.</span><br/></span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">   The weird thing that no one knew about Rabbit was, that even though waffles and syrup was the shit - he was appalled by the stickiness of it all. So, out from one of his jacket pockets, came a tiny plastic wrapped square, waiting to do damage control for his aversion. He ripped it open with his mouth, because even when you use a fork and a knife, somehow the evil goop still manages to jump onto things. His hands were a mess! With his short nails, Rabbit managed to pinch the white, wet, fibrous cloth out of itʻs home. "Thatʻs the stuff." He mumbled, as the wet sensation made his hands cool with every swipe. Really rubbing it out. The wrapper from his wipey had flipped over and now looked as if it could be a condom wrapper. But no one in their right mind would think heʻd be doing the dirty, right there in the cafe, would they?<br/><br/>   As the blonde haired, bushy tailed one cleaned himself, the door of the shop swung open for the fifth or sixth time that afternoon. Not that he was too eager. There were lots of times he invited Instagram influencers, or YouTube gurus to hang out. A fair amount actually took the guy up on his offer. He was still waiting to hear back from Autumn Towler, seeing as how one of her brothers were now at JCU. But for now, heʻd see if Ace would get the goofy with him. He peeked at her through a finger frame, like The Magicians did in that stupid series, his nerdy client made him watch once. Now, to see if sheʻd be weirded out by his antics. "Ace Dos Santos. Whatʻs in your sandwich?" Heʻd seen a survey once, that asked that very question. Curiouser and curiouser.<br/></span>