<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>The Cleanest Mess <em>You'll</em> Ever Know</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.megan-fox.com/gallery/albums/Modeling/Armani%20Jeans%202010/Shoots/normal_18.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name: </strong> Fox Kingsley<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong> Bronze 1st Year<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> Bisexual <br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Pleased <br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 09|02|16 8:00 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The outskirts of Jamison University<br/><strong>Coming From:</strong> Dorm 120 <br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eros Towler - <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"> If <em>passion</em> were a superpower, and super powers existed, it would be one of the Towler family's legacies. Fox could testify on it. Her interactions with any one of the ménage always left her with a feeling of enlivenment. Although, the twins were still an enigma to Fox. Their bond was unrivaled by any relationship she had ever seen. At one point in time, she was sure that she and they were close knit chums. But she was wrong. The two were inseparable, and Fox didn't really understand why. Never having siblings of her own. The twin link was the main reason, Fox <em>guessed</em> that she and Autumn never became truly close. While it made her feel odd, it wasn't tearing her up inside. What attention she lacked from the two,  Eros more than made up for.<br/><br/>The influence the family had on Fox was uncanny, but only to be noticed by those of their intimate circle. At times she, herself was mistaken for the fourth Towler. She never corrected the misconception. For, more than she let on, Fox loved being with them. They were her version of order to the parts of herself that felt an unholy mess.<br/><br/>On her first day at Jamison, Fox vowed that she would not call or text Eros. Because she knew that once she did, he would be her savior, in all things within his power. And that wasn't fair to ask of him. But like any addict, Fox was weak. She gave in far too easily and way too soon. It didn't matter the reason for the texts. If that crazy counselor hadn't freaked her out, it would have been something else. The bathrooms weren't clean enough. The sheets on her roommates bed made her color-sick. There were birds in the trees! Anything to justify and share her disdain with the one person who understood her the most, Fox was going to find a way to have it. And have it she did.<br/><br/>Other people's time was a foreign concept to Fox. As it was with most young ladies of her pedigree. When she had her mind set on getting something done, the task needed to be completed in full. No diversions. Rushing was not in her nature either, unless she was running for her life, from unwanted interactions. Because her ... <em>thoroughness</em> was usually met with impatience, Fox became quite numb to the adversity it attracted. During her extended bath, she was even able to completely drown out the sound of her phone's continuous text alerts. Even as she packed her overnight bag, the chime went off without a reaction from her. By the way her roommate shifted, she might have thought it made him flustered. Had she cared. She didn't. <br/><br/>She made sneaking a craft. Even in heels, she found a way to tread so lightly, that her feet seldom made a sound. Tonight, it was a black, strappy number (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/86/18/c7/8618c75ef8633e3466d8208d406f7885.jpg) that aided in her impromptu escape. Her long, bare legs glowed in the darkness. While her charcoal t-shirt dress (http://in1.ccio.co/r3/U1/sB/6726P488.jpg) continued to ride up with every movement her body made. If not for the leather jacket Fox was tucked snuggly into, she might have looked like she was wearing a t-shirt, with no pants. The outfit was impractical by getaway standards. But it was the simplest outfit Fox could manage, in the small amount of time she had.<br/><br/>Seeing the car waiting, she opened the door and slid in.  <strong>"It was either late and flawless."</strong> She paused for good measure. <strong>"Or <em>less</em> late, and potentially covered in Jamison grunge."</strong> She leaned into her fiance and whispered in his ear, <strong>"You're <em>wel</em>come, darling."</strong> Letting her hand rest on his upper thigh. Then gave him a kiss on the cheek. She took extra precautions not to wear any lipstick tonight, lest he decide to send her back to her dorm room for the negligent misstep. <br/></span></span>