Coffee's a reason to be here (Jolie/open)
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		<h1 id="title">Elliquiy Role Playing Forums</h1>
		<h2 id="linktree">Non-Adult Sandbox =&gt; Non-Adult Roleplays =&gt; Topic started by: Jolie on October 23, 2009, 10:29:01 pm</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Coffee's a reason to be here (Jolie/open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jolie</strong> on <strong>October 23, 2009, 10:29:01 pm</strong>
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				((Just a little drabble with my favorite girl.&nbsp; Figured I'd trot her out.&nbsp; Jolie's (http://alphabet-city.com/phpBB3/viewtopic.php?f=106&amp;t=107) a very passable transsexual woman, which means she was born a boy and is now for all intents and purposes(save the very last) a woman.&nbsp; Anyone's welcome.))<br>(http://i87.photobucket.com/albums/k124/electrakitty74/jolie/strawbellabeagoddess_250_height.jpg)<br><br>Cutting across campus always made Jolie feel about 10 years older than her actual 26. She wondered when 19 had started looking so young, and had no answers for herself. <br><br><em>Every year the girl's tops get smaller and their breasts bigger</em>, she observed with a tiny smile. Not that she usually had any room to talk in the scantily-clad arena, but usually she wore her sexy clothes out to the bars. These kids seemed to walk around with their clothing all but falling off. Not that she was complaining about that in the slightest, some of the boys looked pretty hot with their pants all but sliding off. The girls too, if she were honest with herself. As she was watching a scratch game of Frisbee on the quad, a drop of moisture slid suddenly down her cheek. The rain that had been threatening all afternoon began without so much as a preamble.<br><br>"Ah shit," she grumbled. Not only was she wearing silk, she'd just had her hair done. Dupioni did not suffer water well, and her hair would be a positive hedge if it got wet. Spotting the largest building up ahead, she made for it. She remembered seeing students coming out of there with paper cups of coffee in their hands, there must be a coffee shop in there somewhere. If it would offer shelter from the rain and caffeine, that building couldn't be half bad. Now if only they wouldn't put her out for having Estella tucked under her arm. Gripping the poodle more firmly, she made a dash for it, along with a herd of other students. Some, she noticed had stayed where they were, and were either standing with upturned faces or dancing in it. "Crazy kids," she murmured with a small warm smile once she and the dog had reached the shelter of the awning on the union building.<br><br>She joined a fairly wide stream of humanity down the stairs and into the building, asking a tall lanky gentleman with a coffee cup where she could get one too. He responded with a sexy British accent and pointed her in the correct direction. With a smile, she thanked him kindly and felt his eyes on her as she walked away. It didn't bother her to be ogled, never had.&nbsp; Just for the hell of it, she made it a point to swish her hips just a little bit more as she walked away.<br><br>The coffee shop was right where he'd said it would be and she ordered herself a non-fat triple caramel mocha. The price made her eyes widen considerably, it was astronomically higher than the same drink would have been at another franchise of this same chain off-campus, but she figured the company had no real competition on campus and a captive audience, as it were. Sighing, she took her warm drink and went to find somewhere to go sit with it for awhile. After a few moment's searching, she found a conversation area with overstuffed armchairs and a fireplace, with students milling about, laughing and conversing. It was almost enough to make her wish she'd gone to college, which of course was ridiculous. She'd graduated from high school, but just barely, scraping in at #249 out of a 400 member graduating class. No college would ever give her the time of day. She snickered at the thought that the president himself would probably come down himself to escort her off campus if he'd known she'd infiltrated his student union, and found herself a place to sit, setting Estella on her lap.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coffee's a reason to be here (Jolie/open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nitro</strong> on <strong>October 23, 2009, 10:48:59 pm</strong>
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				I am wanting to play but i am curious how did you put a picture on here and well if I did would you mind me Playing a Guy?. or would you rather me play a girl?.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coffee's a reason to be here (Jolie/open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jolie</strong> on <strong>October 23, 2009, 10:51:10 pm</strong>
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				Matters not to me either way, and I put a picture on using this code:<br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[img]http://i87.photobucket.com/albums/k124/electrakitty74/jolie/strawbellabeagoddess_250_height.jpg[/img]</code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coffee's a reason to be here (Jolie/open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nitro</strong> on <strong>October 23, 2009, 10:53:22 pm</strong>
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				okay thank's i think i will play my post might not be as long as yours.by the way that was really good.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coffee's a reason to be here (Jolie/open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nitro</strong> on <strong>October 23, 2009, 11:14:09 pm</strong>
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				(http://[IMG]http://i877.photobucket.com/albums/ab334/Litrori/A_Moment_of_Madness__by_Em_j_akahan.jpg)/img]<br><br>Jareth had just walked in and ordered a coffee he had just got done with his midterms and was worn out.his brain needed a break and so did his back his bag weighed like a 1000 pounds or so it felt.he paid for his drink and went to find somewhere quiet to drink it. he was the busy body in the school he wrote for the school paper.he also did a couple of the big blow outs that happened during the year.<br><br>most of the time his schedule was jam pack but thank god it was open all weekend.He found a nice comfortable chair to sit in and plopped his bag down.sitting his cup on the table he then sat himself in the chair. he looked around the coffee shop his dad might run the college but he doesn't run his life.but it seemed like it his dad was always interfering in everything he was doing he couldn't wait to graduate then he would be free of him and his rule's.he was 24 for goodness sake it was time for his father to let him grow up and treat him like a man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coffee's a reason to be here (Jolie/open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nitro</strong> on <strong>October 23, 2009, 11:16:46 pm</strong>
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				heres that image that i was going to put up there&nbsp; &lt;a href="http://s877.photobucket.com/albums/ab334/Litrori/?action=view&amp;current=A_Moment_of_Madness__by_Em_j_akahan.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i877.photobucket.com/albums/ab334/Litrori/A_Moment_of_Madness__by_Em_j_akahan.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;[/url]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coffee's a reason to be here (Jolie/open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nitro</strong> on <strong>October 23, 2009, 11:26:01 pm</strong>
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				well for some odd reason it says it is deleted when its not so i am going to try this one if it doesnt work i give up on a picture <br><br>(http://i877.photobucket.com/albums/ab334/Litrori/stuart_lestat.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coffee's a reason to be here (Jolie/open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jolie</strong> on <strong>October 24, 2009, 07:44:27 am</strong>
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				Movement in Jolie's peripheral vision caught her attention.&nbsp; She was used to keeping tabs on everyone in a room, especially males.&nbsp; Two years had passed since she'd started hormones and it had been at least six months since she'd been easily 'read' by anyone on the street, but there were those in the world (mostly gay men and children under 10) who still saw straight through her, and she was wary, suspecting of everyone.&nbsp; She watched the young man enter (so not her type) and sit down.&nbsp; Other than marking his movement and position, she paid him little attention.&nbsp; College students rarely interested her in the slightest.&nbsp; They were largely too wrapped up in their own lives to pay her even the littlest bit of attention.&nbsp; Not to mention they were usually broke and almost never willing to spend money on a lady.&nbsp; <br><br>She recrossed her legs, shifting her position in the chair, and sipped from her beverage once again.&nbsp; &nbsp;Estella saw this as an opportunity, however.&nbsp; The six pound poodle used her mistress's movement to jump from the chair and trotted primly over to the young man's backpack, sniffing intently at one of the pockets.&nbsp; <br><br>Jolie was mortified, eyes widening as she stared her dog down.&nbsp; "Estella!" she hissed, patting the side of the chair urgently.&nbsp; "Come here!"&nbsp; But the dog, for her part, ignored her entirely and just went on, this time sticking her head into a side pocket, snuffling about for anything edible that might have been left.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coffee's a reason to be here (Jolie/open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nitro</strong> on <strong>October 24, 2009, 02:57:07 pm</strong>
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				Jareth took another sip of his coffee as he lifted his head as he heard a loud sniffing noise.he looked down and smiled seeing the dog he reached down and petted its head"hey there were did you come from". he reached in his bag and pulled out a wrapper as he had a left over pizza crust he had just eaten."is this what you are smelling?"he asks the dog holding it out smiling and looking around as he see's the woman that had spoken to the dog and he smile's "oh she is fine she is not bothering me"he says in a soft tone .<br><br>Jareth tilts his head he thought this woman was really beautiful. he was too shy to say it out loud but he thought it in his head."I haven't seen you around here before do you go here?".he asks wondering if she does because he wouldn't mind getting to know her better she was his type but he didn't want to seem pushy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coffee's a reason to be here (Jolie/open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dorthyinwonder</strong> on <strong>October 24, 2009, 05:05:17 pm</strong>
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				(OOC: Just for lack of boredom and I'm waiting for Z to catch up on some sleep, I'm going to go ahead and play with ya'll!)<br><br>A young girl looking to be in her late teens, somewhere between a high school senior and a college freshman, pushed open the door to the shop, shivering at the sudden warmth. It had quickly progressed from a light rain to an outright downpour and she had been caught unprepared. She pushed the hood of her pullover back and stuffed her hands deep in the pockets of her university-hoodie. Another shiver raced down her spine as she removed the clip from her blonde hair, causing it to tumble over her rain-soaked shoulders. Her gray eyes quickly scanned the shop, unable to find the source of her latest frustration. Instead, she squeezed between the tables and chairs and made her way to bathroom in an attempt to pat herself dry...among other things. <br><br>As she emerged from the bathroom somewhat drier, she stood in line to place her order. She handed a ten dollar bill across the counter as she placed her order - a large hot chocolate with peppermint and a few cookies, and quickly made her way to one of the large inviting chairs by the fireplace, hoping to warm her bones.<br><br>She crossed her bluejean-clad legs as she settled herself into the chair and sighed, pulling her phone out. After a quick text message to her sister she glanced around her again, taking stock of the other patrons. With a sip of her hot chocolate, a nibble of her cookie and a deep contented sigh, she began her observations.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coffee's a reason to be here (Jolie/open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jolie</strong> on <strong>October 24, 2009, 09:30:19 pm</strong>
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				Jolie smirked at the boy in disbelief as she stood and hurried over to scoop up the dog.&nbsp; Until she had Estella in her arms all she could think about was keeping her away from that horrid piece of whatever he had stashed in his bag.<br><br>"Do I look to you like a college student?" she asked incredulously, returning to her seat.&nbsp; She kicked off one shoe as she resettled herself, this time sitting on her bare foot.&nbsp; "Sugar, please."&nbsp; Brown eyes rolled heavenward and she dug Estella's pink rhinestoned leash from her purse, clipping it on her just in time to catch the poodle and prevent her from hurrying toward a young woman who'd approached.&nbsp; So instead she decided to bark at her.&nbsp; <br><br>"Shut it, Estella!" she hissed, looking around quickly to make sure that no one had heard.&nbsp; Clearly some had, but so far no one seemed overly interested in kicking them out of here.&nbsp; "I'm sorry," she said to the girl, a slightly tense smile on her face.&nbsp; "She's horrible."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coffee's a reason to be here (Jolie/open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nitro</strong> on <strong>October 25, 2009, 12:25:16 am</strong>
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				Jareth felt a little upset he was just trying to be friendly and here he got pushed out like he was a no body he shrugged and rolled his eyes getting up and putting his back pack back on his shoulders and walking out of the coffee shop.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; [ Jareth Exits]<br><br>( Occ :I guess since my Character wasn't for her then he got pushed out its cool i understand you two have a good time later and i hope you both get approved)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coffee's a reason to be here (Jolie/open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jolie</strong> on <strong>October 25, 2009, 09:21:12 am</strong>
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				((Gah!&nbsp; I'm sorry, didn't mean to make you feel pushed out!&nbsp; She's not especially nice sometimes.&nbsp; ;)&nbsp; Sorry!))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coffee's a reason to be here (Jolie/open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dorthyinwonder</strong> on <strong>October 25, 2009, 06:48:13 pm</strong>
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				(I don't see how Jareth was shut out. He could easily have turned his attention to the girl and struck up a conversation, or addressed the both of them. I was actually waiting for him to respond before I wrote my next bit, but with him gone, now...)<br><br>The young blonde looks up from her hot choclate to the woman addressing her and notices the yappy poodle struggling to break free of its leash. "Oh, no. He....she's fine. I don't have a dog, myself. I heard they make great companions." <br><br>She looks up to the woman holding the leash and flashes a smile, taking an absent-minded bite from one of her cookies. "Little star, right? Isn't that what her name means? Very unique, I've not heard any pets with that name. A lot of people now are giving their pets names that have no business being names."<br><br>Torn between snuggling deeper into the chair or leaning closer towards the source of all warm-goodness, she sighs and leans forward towards the fire, scooting her chair closer to the hearth. <br><br>She may not always understand those with dogs, specifically poodles, but she can, she would hope, sympathize with them. Especially with this weather. <br><br>She watched as a young man stormed off and slowly drifted her attention back to Jolie with an arched brow, giving the "What's-his-problem?" look of confusion. Stifling a yawn and content with her new proximity to the fire, the girl snuggles back into the chair, pulling her feet up and bringing her knees up to her chest, curling herself into a neat little ball. <br><br>The girl tilts her head, inspecting the woman and narrows her eyes a moment. "What brings you to the university?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coffee's a reason to be here (Jolie/open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jolie</strong> on <strong>October 25, 2009, 07:06:42 pm</strong>
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				"Great Expectations," Jolie replied, when asked where about the dog's name.&nbsp; "She's my favorite character in a book ever."&nbsp; And, in fact, she'd been the kind of girl Jolie had wanted to be when she was a child.&nbsp; Her and Laura Ingalls Wilder.&nbsp; Never mind.&nbsp; Jolie watched the young man leave as well, her eyes never leaving him until he was well and truly out of sight.&nbsp; She tracked another man across the room as well, marking where he sat before turning her attention back to the young woman.&nbsp; <br><br>"An appointment," she replied, nodding.&nbsp; "Doctor here on campus."&nbsp; It was, in fact, her therapist.&nbsp; She saw no point in the state-required therapy she had to undergo before she continued her transition, so she wasn't about to pay for it.&nbsp; Participating in University research was simply the most cost-effective way to go about it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coffee's a reason to be here (Jolie/open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dorthyinwonder</strong> on <strong>October 25, 2009, 08:42:05 pm</strong>
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				A brow inches up a bit more at the revelation of the name. "I actually preferred the eccentric Miss Havisham." After a brief moment of consideration, the girl amends herself, " Actually, I prefer Hawthorne's writing to Dickens's, but in the context of the aforementioned book...Miss Havisham."<br><br>The girl winces catching herself a bit too late and sighs. "I'm sorry. My sister's a Literature major here and we tend to get into discussions about various greats. We tend to get a bit out of hand and at times it slips up in other conversations. She prefers poetry, I prefer novels; she prefers the argument of nature versus nurture, I prefer original sin. In my spare time, however, I tend to read romances while she works on puzzles. So much for the identical part of twins." With a smirk, the girl pulls a book out, the cover revealing a bare chested man with his dark hair blowing in the wind. "I was in the middle of a particularly good scene when I realized what time it was. She was supposed to meet me here half an hour ago and I haven't heard from her."<br><br>The girl gives a lazy stretch indicating her comfort level and slips the book back into her hoodie pocket. With a sigh, she stares at her own jacket a moment and shrugs. "She hates it when I wear her clothes..." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coffee's a reason to be here (Jolie/open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jolie</strong> on <strong>October 26, 2009, 07:28:15 pm</strong>
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				At the sight of the romance novel, Jolie smiled, her eyes widening.&nbsp; "I love those!" she admitted.&nbsp; "They're like brain candy or something.&nbsp; It's not like I'm into literature too much or anything, but what's better than a good romance?&nbsp; You have beautiful people, a good fantasy plot, good sex. . . not too much could be better!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coffee's a reason to be here (Jolie/open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dorthyinwonder</strong> on <strong>October 27, 2009, 05:01:37 pm</strong>
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				The girl's smile got a bit more impish as she heard the woman. "What's a world without romance? Old, harsh, uninviting...We have romance, so why shouldn't the worlds that are created? There's nothing remotely amusing about a word without romance...unless its a good comedy."<br><br>With a sigh the girl flops back to the back of her chair and laughs at herself. "The same goes for movies, as well. Most people often overlook gay movies, but they make wonderful chick flicks, as well; they're generally extremely romantic. They constitute some of my favorite movies." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Coffee's a reason to be here (Jolie/open)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jolie</strong> on <strong>October 28, 2009, 09:29:19 pm</strong>
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				Jolie smiled at that comment.&nbsp; Could it be she'd found an ally here?&nbsp; Or maybe a friend?&nbsp; She chose to play things close to the vest, as she often did until she knew better.<br><br>"Really?" she asked, one brow arching as she wondered if the girl had read her.&nbsp; "Like what?"
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