We Have Rights Too. / Windows Into the Past
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				Title: <strong>We Have Rights Too. / Windows Into the Past</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>06-04-2016, 06:42:08</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">“The past beats inside me like a second heart.” </span></strong></span><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">― John Banville</span><br>(http://s6.favim.com/orig/65/emotions-lovely-memories-photo-Favim.com-588437.jpg)<br><strong><em><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">All significant flashbacks of the WHRT characters take place here.</span><br>Disclaimer: Please keep your posts within the guidelines of Elliquiy. <br>All characters involved in sexual situations must be at least 16 years of age. <br>That includes flashback scenes, which means the backstories posted can <br>allude to there having been abuse or even consensual activity, <br>or mention in general terms that it took place, but cannot describe it in any detail.</span></em></strong></div><br><br><strong>For this thread, we ask that you always use this code, as well as dates and proper tagging if any.<br>You may modify the code as you see fit.</strong><br><br>Photo floating on the right:<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">[floatright][img height=200 padding=15]PHOTO URL LINK GOES HERE[/img][/floatright]<br>[b]Name:[/b] <br>[b]Sortment:[/b] <br>[b]Mood:[/b] <br>[b]Date &amp; Time:[/b] <br>[b]Mentioning:[/b]<br>[b]Tag:[/b] <br>[b]Location:[/b] <br>[hr]</code></pre><br>Photo floating on the left"<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">[floatright][img height=200 padding=15]PHOTO URL LINK GOES HERE[/img][/floatright]<br>[b]Name:[/b] <br>[b]Sortment:[/b] <br>[b]Mood:[/b] <br>[b]Date &amp; Time:[/b] <br>[b]Mentioning:[/b]<br>[b]Tag:[/b] <br>[b]Location:[/b] <br>[hr]</code></pre><br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><strong>THE NON-RP THREADS</strong><br>Activity + Recruiting (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246259.0) | Announcements + Events (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247302.0) | OCC (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246260.0) <br>The Master List (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247304.0) | Character Sheet 2020 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328009.0) | In-queer-y (WHRT Character Casting) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247002.0)<br>Paper Trail (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246514.0)&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><br><strong>RP THREADS</strong><br><br><strong>DIGITAL:</strong> Communications Tower - Cell, Social Media, Email (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246532.0)<br><br><strong>CAMPUS:</strong> Admissions Office (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247048.0) | JCU (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246261.0) | Uni Forum Quad (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247388.0) <br>Dining Center (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246262.0) | Guinevere Staff Apartments (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246577.0) | Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246315.0)<br>Gottwaldʻs Classes + Hospital (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246312.0) | Raina Library and Cafe (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246501.0) | North Court (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246718.0)<br>Jerkins Greek Theater (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246620.0) | Center for the Arts (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246717.0)<br>Knight's Field, Stadium + Locker Rooms (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247392.msg12230512#msg12230512) | West Hampton Hall (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246314.0)<br><br><strong>EVERYTHING ELSE:</strong> Windows Into the Past (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247127.0) | Outside JCP (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246457.0) </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Have Rights Too. / Windows Into the Past</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>06-04-2016, 22:02:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media2.popsugar-assets.com/files/2016/03/02/677/n/1922153/d9e0ff0b_edit_img_image_40409884_1456929933.preview/i/Ruby-Rose-New-Face-Urban-Decay.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Shane Harris<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> 2nd yr Bronze Student<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Ready for a night out with friends<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> Sept. 20, 2015 | 7pm.<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Last year when Shane and Carmen met.<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Carmen Vega (Acidalia)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carmen's dorm room<br><hr><br>Shane was in one of those moods today, she had managed to convince some of her old friends as well as some new comers for a party over in her dorm room after lights out 10pm. Making sure she had booze stocked up and plenty of ice with mixers Shane showered and dressed whilst her dorm mate was no where to be found. Tonight she would apply make-up. And as she was finishing her eyeliner the tip broke and try as she might ruffling through her cosmetic bag Shane could not find a sharpener. <br><br>Annoyed with the fact that she was almost finished but not quite there yet the brunette grown and walked out of her dorm room to the nearest door room knocking. Looking up at the number and trying to remember if she had already fucked the female behind this door of she had even laid eyes on her yet. Shrugging Shane knocked once more and waited patiently leaning against the edge of the wall for the people behind said door to open it. Begging was in order and possibly favors if need be for a working eye-liner or sharpener. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Have Rights Too. / Windows Into the Past</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acidalia</strong> on <strong>07-04-2016, 02:01:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://41.media.tumblr.com/780fc3e1d17ec61741f17f6cfaee6a00/tumblr_o01y8ajqBq1ufykndo2_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Carmen Vega<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Silver Class<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Bored out of her skull<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> Sept 20, 2015 | 7PM<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Carmen and Shane's introduction<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Shane (Mxyzptlk)<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Carmen's room<br><hr><br>Carmen's laughter bounced around the vacant dorm room, giving her-at least the illusion of- company. She hated to admit that she was lonely. In fact, she never did. No, Carmen would rather live in the very obvious state of denial and focus on terrorizing the fragile psyches of others than speak aloud the fact that she really missed being home with her friends, her cousins, and the luscious ladies of her favorite club. So, rather than tumble down that depressing sink hole, she spent a great deal of her evenings texting her cousin, Javi, and reminding him of the predicament he'd landed himself if with her help. Tonight was no different. She had just gotten him particularly wound up when she heard the knock on her door. <br><br>Tossing her cell to the bed- the screen filling up by the second with rapid-fire bilingual texts from Javi- she ran to the door and pulled it open with some oomph. Maybe it was the pizza she ordered a half hour ago. She loved fucking with delivery drivers' minds answering the door in whatever way she could to get a rise out of them. Tonight, she was wearing a white wife-beater tank, no bra, and superman underoos, which could barely contain the bountiful booty she was so gloriously blessed with. Of course, the grin that started out when the door opened dropped away instantly. If this was the pizza guy- or girl- then hot DAMN... she needed to order form there more often! <br><br>"Well," she started, "judging by the lack of cheesy, saucy heaven assaulting my nose, I'm going to assume you don't have my pizza."
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Have Rights Too. / Windows Into the Past</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>07-04-2016, 02:17:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://media2.popsugar-assets.com/files/2016/03/02/677/n/1922153/d9e0ff0b_edit_img_image_40409884_1456929933.preview/i/Ruby-Rose-New-Face-Urban-Decay.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Shane Harris<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> 2nd yr Bronze Student<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Ready for a night out with friends<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> Sept. 20, 2015 | 7pm.<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Last year when Shane and Carmen met.<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Carmen Vega (Acidalia)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carmen's dorm room<br><hr><br>Still leaning against the wall, Shane because a little impatient she was almost done damn it. Pulling out a matchstick and putting it backwards into her mouth as she held her compact mirror out listening to the sounds of a girl laughing behind the door. Finally, the door swung open and Shane had to pull the match stick out as he jaw went slack at who stood before her. Thank the gods, this was one of the new girls for the year. Oh, Shane was looking forward to that new batch and spotting her next door neighbour she wasn't disappointed. Of course, Shane had to do a double-take how the hell had she missed this hot piece of ass during orientation week?<br><br>Her bright blue traveled down the length of the woman's torso. The tank-top leaving no room for the imagination topping it off with superman underoos to complete her ensemble. Shane agreed with the way she answered the door. Moving now to block the door as she leaned against it, her arms crossed an amused smirk on her lips. <strong>"No pizza. Company while you wait?"</strong> Her eyes gazing into the new girl's intently completely forgetting as to why she had bothered to knock on said girl's door. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Have Rights Too. / Windows Into the Past</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acidalia</strong> on <strong>07-04-2016, 05:12:38</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://41.media.tumblr.com/780fc3e1d17ec61741f17f6cfaee6a00/tumblr_o01y8ajqBq1ufykndo2_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Carmen Vega<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Silver Class<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Bored out of her skull<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> Sept 20, 2015 | 7PM<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Carmen and Shane's introduction<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Shane (Mxyzptlk)<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Carmen's room<br><hr><br>Most girls might have felt uncomfortable at such obvious leering, such as what Carmen was receiving at this moment, but Carmen didn't seem to mind. Especially not when the attention came from such a drop-dead gorgeous bitch like the creature in front of her. My god damn, those were some hellacious blue eyes. What's more, Carmen didn't even flinch at the fact that she was standing in basically her underwear. Au contrair, she almost seemed to puff out her chest a little more, put a little more pop in her hip as she leaned against the open door, her hand wrapping around the top corner. Her lips twitched just a touch at the girl's self-inviting. <br><br>"Hmmm. Maybe." she said, before taking notice of the girl's half finished eyeliner. She quirked a brow high."Setting a new trend, mami? Or did you run out of liner?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Have Rights Too. / Windows Into the Past</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>07-04-2016, 06:30:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://media2.popsugar-assets.com/files/2016/03/02/677/n/1922153/d9e0ff0b_edit_img_image_40409884_1456929933.preview/i/Ruby-Rose-New-Face-Urban-Decay.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Shane Harris<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> 2nd yr Bronze Student<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Ready for a night out with friends<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> Sept. 20, 2015 | 7pm.<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Last year when Shane and Carmen met.<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Carmen Vega (Acidalia)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Carmen's dorm room<br><hr><br>Lewd thoughts raced through Shane's mind, it didn't hep that her neighbor barely wore anything when she answered the door, had a body that was spoken complexion that was just golden enough to temp Shane with wanting to get her lady kisses on. Nevermind forgetting about the party she was getting ready for. Nope. Shane wanted inside her neighbor's dorm room badly, craning her neck to make sure that she was in fact alone. <br><br>Back to her spot as if nothing happen aside from a smirk playing at her lips as she gazed back at the gorgeous woman that stood before her. Her amused smirk when the girl said maybe as a way of the possibilities on which this night would go, were now pursued. <br><br>A soft chuckle escaped Shane's lips and she suddenly remembered why she had ended up in front of this woman's door. Tilting her head to the side and squinting her eyes in the process, <strong>"say I ran out. Would it get me in your room?"</strong><br><br>At this point Shane didn't give a shit about her eyeliner, she had plans that included skipping the party or showing up very fashionably late. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Have Rights Too. / Windows Into the Past</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>15-12-2020, 22:07:29</strong>
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				<hr> <hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>i’m going back to the <em>START</em></strong></span></span></div><hr> <hr><div class="floatright">(http://files.jcink.net/uploads/schizophrenia//AA4136AE_0D10_4B2F_B993_5F020819BB46.jpeg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> spencer shay roberts<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> medical staff nurse<br><strong>Age:</strong> 30<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Lesbian/pansexual<br><strong>Mood:</strong> tired after working a double.<br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 08|28|2020 10:00 AM<br><strong>Location:</strong> north court coming out of an m&amp;m<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> missy breaux @kokaine - <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><br><br><hr> <hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br>the nurse in powder blue scrubs exited the science building. after pulling a twelve hour shift at the hospital she had to attend a morbidity and mortality conference that the university medical center insisted on scheduling once a month. m&amp;m’s were never fun especially after pulling a shift prior. they were great reminders for teaching hospitals though. showing what could have been avoided in patient care. be it surgical or other wise. and spencer was so exhausted she has taken this conference extra hard. a patient of hers had died the previous month, spencer had grown close to them. so she was ready to take a hot shower, have a good cry, and crawl into bed. <br><br>but life had other plans as per usual. there she was sunglasses on and cutting a path way from the north court towards the admin building where she had found some parking the evening before when out of no where a brunette she recognised walked out of the building she was about to enter. now spencer was used to surprises, she worked as an emergency room nurse after all; but she was not expecting..<br><br>“missy..”<br><br>she choked on nothing but air, coughing a moment the nurse raised her sunglasses putting them on her head and blinked at the girl who had stolen her heart at 17. only she was no longer looking at a girl but a full grown woman. her jaw went slack. she wasn’t imagining her. “is this real life right now?” she said out loud sounding winded almost. “oh my god missy?!” she smiled wide and couldn’t help herself as she took the few more steps towards the woman and placed her hand on missy’s cheek cupping it. “it’s you... what are you..” she released the brunette’s cheek and licked her lips blushing slightly. realising where she was and not wanting to get fired for being a bad influence on any of the students that attended “that” program. “what are you doing here?”<br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Have Rights Too. / Windows Into the Past</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>16-12-2020, 03:47:26</strong>
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				<hr> <hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>i’m going back to the <em>START</em></strong></span></span></div><hr> <hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/93/a8/54/93a85475e49a5d80f6cc19e2ceb11c04--janina-gavankar-brown-hair.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: palatino linotype;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Melisande "Missy" Breaux<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Music Professor<br><strong>Age:</strong> 30<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> She's so confused<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Chill, w/ a slight side of nerves --&gt;Surprised/Flustered<br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 08|28|2020 10:00 AM<br><strong>Location:</strong> North court emerging from her final interview<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Spencer Roberts (@Mxyzptlk) - <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><hr><span style="font-family: palatino linotype;" class="bbc_font">This final interview was just a formality. She had all but gotten the job. This she knew only because the department head had pretty much told her. There had been just a couple others who wanted to meet her before papers were signed off on and, for the most part, Missy had been fine with that. She understood there were rules to be observed. Especially at a University with such an... interesting program on campus. <br><br>Missy's personal feelings aside, she'd done everything in her power to avoid talking about the subject of sexuality and the campus' approach to things. She hadn't been able to avoid it entirely but thus far she'd managed to say just what she needed to and nothing more. She knew where she stood on the topic anyway. Or at least, she had. The still too fresh voicemails that were still on her phone may have suggested otherwise.<br><br>Not that now was the time to be thinking about such things.<br><br>Inwardly shaking herself back to the present, Missy took a deep breath as her eyes lifted from the ground before her and her usual posture resumed. Regardless of what she'd been told, she knew there was always the chance that things might not go her way. However, pretty much all of her eggs were left in this one basket now that she was on her own so she had to hope that nothing came along to screw anything up. <br><br>Like a slim, fair skinned woman with the most piercing and electric gaze she'd ever laid eyes on.<br><br>Fuck.<br><br>Surprise didn't quite cover the sudden riot of emotion that went off inside her. She'd come to halt--probably the for the best given the pencil skirt and four inch heels she wore did not make balance recovery easy--but somehow lost a few moments between the sound of her name, the reveal of those heart stopping eyes, and the very sudden reality that the only woman she'd ever lusted after like a horny teen (which, in fairness, she had been) was standing in front of her. For one, ridiculously long and weighty moment, all Missy could think to do was lean forward and kiss the ever loving fuck out of Spencer.<br><br>And then her mind seemed to catch up and the real world settled back into place. The one where she was very definitely not about to just up and kiss another woman in public.<br><br>"Oh, uh, h-hey Spencer." It took a second but her face did ease from stiff with shock to something softer, more human, as heat rose to the spot Spencer had touched. "Yeah, its me. Real and in the flesh." Her brows lifted as if she couldn't quite believe it herself. "Wow, I.. I did not expect to run into you here. I'm just.." Missy was not a woman who typically had trouble finding words but it had always been this way with Spencer.&nbsp; "I've got an interview here in just a bit. Gonna be joining the music department if everything goes well." <br><br>Missy smiled and cleared her throat, finding it was far too easy to recall the fondness her 17 year old self had had for the other girl. Mouthy and not a little wild, Missy had spent a whole summer just wanting to be near the other, finding herself all too amused when Spencer broke hearts left and right without even meaning to. "You look, great, Spence. Do, uh, do you work here?" Goof grief she needed to get it together. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Have Rights Too. / Windows Into the Past</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>17-12-2020, 17:41:25</strong>
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				<br><hr> <hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>i’m going back to the <em>START</em></strong></span></span></div><hr> <hr><div class="floatright">(http://files.jcink.net/uploads/schizophrenia//AA4136AE_0D10_4B2F_B993_5F020819BB46.jpeg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> spencer shay roberts<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> medical staff nurse<br><strong>Age:</strong> 30<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Lesbian/pansexual<br><strong>Mood:</strong> tired after working a double.<br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 08|28|2020 10:00 AM<br><strong>Location:</strong> north court coming out of an m&amp;m<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> missy breaux @kokaine - <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><br><br><hr> <hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br>spencer was still in shock and god she wanted to pull this woman into her arms hug her and kiss her senseless but they were in a public place. a place that they bother worked at it seemed or soon missy would be joining the ranks of the school. she hates that program with her entire being and it made her more abs more apprehensive when she was in public. suffice to say spencer had thought about leaving the position at the hospital and finding another job elsewhere, far away from this gif forskanen place but there were a few things stopping her besides the pay and the learning experience. spencer would almost on a weekly basis speak to a student or two in the program and encourage them that this wouldn’t be their whole like and that they could be who they wanted to be. even if the opposite was drilled into them in the program. <br><br>and now when spencer had her weekly quota about leaving the hospital; when one of her close friends had died and they had just had an m&amp;m that featured her friend as one of the patients they had lost. well now spencer really was depressed and didn’t want to be even in the state of virginia. <br><br>until this moment, running into this woman of all people. she had another reason to stay. “missy... god b-“ she stopped herself about to call missy baby. her blue eyes drank every inch of the brunette even the evidence of the faded spot of that ring finger and she frowned. jealousy was an evil feeling in that moment spencer felt this surge and she wanted to know if missy was still married. she also knew it wasn’t her place seeing as the last time she had laid eyes on missy they were 17 and 19 respectfully. <br><br>missy stuttering cause spencer to smile softly, the girl always had that habit around spencer and it was endearing. the nurse listened with her brow raised in shock at it. so missy was going to be working here. she hoped and prayed missy didn’t have the same mentality as the board of directors of the school. licking her lips she nodded and shoved her hands inside her peacoat that she wore over the scrubs. “i do i’m a nurse at the teaching hospital gottwald.” she shrugged not impressed with her position but she really did love the medical field. “that’s great you’re gonna work here, in general for the uni or are you going to be exclusive to that program?” it was almost taboo to say the name of the program amongst the adults on campus. they spoke about it when not in the public of course.<br><br>so she switched the subject because she really wanted to know, “marriage huh? lucky guy.” she almost sounded bitter then because it gave her power back she slipped her sunglasses back on. “listen i was heading to get some breakfast before bed. i pulled a double shift, care to join me? for breakfast... i mean breakfast.. catch up and all?” she recovered blushing slightly. a part of her didn’t want missy to join her a woman she was clearly still holding a torch for and who was clearly unavailable. but the bigger part of her wanted to know everything about the rest of missy’s life. <br></span></span>
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