<br/><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>To Speak Or <em>Not</em> To Speak, That Is The Question.</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://33.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxux9f2n8W1qanpzp.gif)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><strong>Name:</strong> Selene Adele Hollis<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 20<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Silver Level Student, 2nd year at JCPA<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Lancelot Dorms | Room 107 (Selene Hollis &amp; Maddox Avery Dorm)<br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> 9/3 | 1st day of fall term for JCPA | 1:27pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> NPC girly | Maddox Avery | CLOSED</span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">She let her arm drop as they reached the soda fountain, stopping as Maddox moved forward to grab their cups. She took the one he offered, twisting the rough textured, utilitarian plastic glass in her fingers and enjoying the sensation. At least the cup looked clean this time. She'd taken to examining the lip of the glasses before she used them after spotting some left over lipstick during her first month at JCPA.<br/><br/>“Cali. Sweet. San Diego is the shit." She flashed him a small smile and stepped up to the soda fountain. Selene paused, perusing her options like she hadn't been looking at them for the last two years before making a decision and answering his return question. <br/><br/>"Here and there. Mostly the East Coast though. The ‘rents are living in-" she stopped, her eyes glancing upward as she tried to calculate where they most likely had landed for the current season, "Philly right now I think?” She added a shrug to that as if she didn’t really care. And the truth of the matter was, she really didn’t. Her parents were inevitably staying in one of the four homes they maintained on the East Coast. Because the pretentiousness of her parent's couldn't be contained by only one show place home. No. They needed to spread the love around. <br/><br/>Deciding it was going to be half Tropicana Twist Orange Soda and half Dr. Pepper with her BLT today, Selene stepped up and started filling her cup. She monkeyed with the buttons, moving her glass back and forth between the nozzles for best mixture while she felt him move up beside her and start filling his own drink.<br/><br/>‘<em>Sara?</em>’ she heard him ask and glanced over her shoulder at the older woman working over the stove. Sel’s smile was genuine as she looked back at the soda dispenser.<br/><br/>“Sara’s from around here. Lives in one of those <em>really</em> run down houses in a sketchy part of town. But she has a heart of gold.” Her expression became momentarily serious as she looked at Maddox. “She deserves respect. Especially for working in a joint like JCPA.” The serious mien melted from her face like it had never been and Selene slid her hip sideways to bump into his playfully. "Besides, the woman is a Goddess with a spatula."<br/><br/>He was kind of cute in that boy next door kind of way Sel decided as she reached for a straw. Maddox had the kind of face you pictured when you had those fantasies about making out and getting dirty with the kid across the fence after he'd just gotten all hot and sweaty mowing the lawn or something. Her mind detoured to Maddox riding a little John Deer Lawn tracker and taking time out from weed whacking to "show her his tree house."<br/><br/>A bit of a humorous smirk curled up the corners of her lips and she concentrated on ripping one end off the wrapper of her straw while she choked back the bubble of laughter that wanted to trickle out of her mouth. Turning her back, she tossed the wrapper in the trash and slipped the straw into her drink. Taking a large gulp of the mixture, Sel sighed dramatically with pleasure. Her mirth (and imagination) back under control, she hooked her arm back around Maddox’s shoulder once again and guided he and the full pop he carried to a table near Sara’s work station. It was close enough to hear when the woman called to them to let them know the sandwiches were ready, but still next to a window and off to one side out of traffic. Sel folded herself into the chair.<br/><br/>Leaning forward as he booty approached the seat of the chair, Sel rested her weight on her elbows and tucked one leg up and underneath her then settled back and pulled her drink close enough to run her fingers through the condensation on the outside of the glass making swirling patterns in the accumulating water.<br/><br/>“This is your first term at JCPA right? I don’t remember seeing you on campus before?” she asked nodding her head and sending a wave over the back of his shoulder at a passing friend.</span><br/>