We have Rights Too. / Jamison Clarke University
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				Title: <strong>We have Rights Too. / Jamison Clarke University </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>21-03-2016, 07:50:17</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jamison Clarke University</strong></span><br><strong>Preparing young adults for the world, giving <br>them college credits, whilst scrubbing the gay away!</strong><br>(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/9/95/HoldernessSchool1.JPG/500px-HoldernessSchool1.JPG)<br><br></div><br><br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><br><strong>You may modify the code and the options in bold 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>[b]Other:[/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><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><br><br><br><br><br><br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Have Rights Too. / Jamison Clarke Preparatory School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mumzers</strong> on <strong>25-03-2016, 02:19:39</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font"></span></span><div align="center">Robin Page Kriegsman<br>(http://a.dilcdn.com/bl/wp-content/uploads/sites/8/2010/08/Kat_von_d_s.jpg)<br>mxyzptlk (shane)<br></div>[/font][/color][/size]<br><br>When the car had pulled up to Jamison Clarke Preparatory School, Robin knew she'd never forgive Bryan.&nbsp; In fact, she'd spend the rest of her time at this fucked up institution figuring out the best way to separate him from his balls.&nbsp; But before that, she had to say goodbye to her mom and Ares.<br><br>"Robin,"&nbsp; Her mom began.&nbsp; "This isn't a punishment, sweetheart.&nbsp; It is an intervention and is only in your best interest to ensure you have the best possible future."<br><br>Robin knew immediately it was verbatim from whatever speech Bryan had given her mom to convince her to send her rainbow flag carrying daughter to the gayest school in the country.&nbsp; It didn't sound like a bad place at first.&nbsp; Loads of chicks ready for...but then she read the class list.&nbsp; Whoever ran this place actually thought this shit.&nbsp; She was already dreading the classes.&nbsp; They probably just forced you to watch dick all day and act like a bitch.<br><br>"And electric shock therapy is a great stress reliever."&nbsp; Ares said as he rounded the back of the car to wrap Robin in a hug.&nbsp; <br><br>"Ares, shush.&nbsp; I won't take anymore of your sarcasm!"&nbsp; Juliette said.<br><br>"Well, Ares, looks like you'll never talk again."&nbsp; Robin said and Ares punched her in the arm.&nbsp; "That fucking hurt, man!"<br><br>"Your language!"&nbsp; Her mom retorted.&nbsp; Before she could elucidate, however, the door to the school opened.
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Have Rights Too. / Mumzers &amp; Shane, school entrance</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>25-03-2016, 02:42:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media.vanityfair.com/photos/55771289ca2dc24e4d265df0/master/h_606,c_limit/ruby-rose-orange-is-the-new-black-02.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Shane Harris<br><strong>Tag Robin (Mumzers)</strong><br><strong>Mood:</strong> Very puckish<br><hr><br>And out sauntered the one and only Shane Alexandra Harris. With a swagger and a smirk, she had already spotted the car pull up outside and overheard some of the more colorful language coming from what she could only assume was one of the newest residents at Jamison Clarke. Putting on her best -welcome to Jamsion Clarke I'm a reformed lesbian- smile as she approached the new girl and her family. <strong>"Hello, I'm Shane I'll be your guide for the day." </strong>Waiting for the brother and mother to look away before she winked at the girl to play along.<strong> "If you grab your bags, I'll escort you to the office for your student pamphlet and schedule. Then I'll show you around. Please make sure any gay or lesbian videos or magazines stay behind. We don't allow it at the school and we have a strict policy on that type of behavior."</strong><br><br><br>Waving off her brother and mother as she helped the new girl away from them, grabbing one of her bags trying to steer her inside. Oh how Shane enjoyed moments like this. Putting a family at ease whilst still attempting to corrupt the new girl. It was satisfying, even after it being her third year and all Shane found it to be quite enjoyable. Bronze student. The woman was never going to graduate, but why would she want to? This place was a gold mind and every year or so there would be fresh meat roaming the halls. Oh she would check out the new girl later, after she got her away from her family. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Have Rights Too. / Jamison Clarke Preparatory School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mumzers</strong> on <strong>25-03-2016, 04:55:01</strong>
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				Hot damn!&nbsp; Did Robin say she was disappointed to have to come here?&nbsp; NOT ANYMORE!&nbsp; If all the girls looked as good as the one that just came out of the door, then she'd just found heaven and would delve deep into whatever savories it might offer her.&nbsp; Shane had grabbed one of her bags and started to pull her towards the door.&nbsp; Her brother, Ares, winked at her and wagged his eyebrows.&nbsp; Just then, Robin remembered Bryan.&nbsp; "Just one sec, Shane."<br><br>Robin leaned down so Bryan could see her clearly.&nbsp; "You are a dick."&nbsp; She said in a calm and steady voice.&nbsp; "But you're a pussy and you have a small cock.&nbsp; Bye, fucktard."<br><br>She flipped him off before turning.&nbsp; Without saying anything to her mom, Robin fist pumped Ares, grabbed her other two bags, and joined Shane towards the door.&nbsp; Once inside, she finally spoke to her.<br><br>"So what's there to do here?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Have Rights Too. / Jamison Clarke Preparatory School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>25-03-2016, 05:35:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media.vanityfair.com/photos/55771289ca2dc24e4d265df0/master/h_606,c_limit/ruby-rose-orange-is-the-new-black-02.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Shane Harris<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Robin (Mumzers)<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Very puckish<br><hr><br>Shane hadn't bothered with the newbie's name just yet. She did however see the look her brother had delivered with ease. Shane's lips quirked slightly in a smirk. Exactly, she thought. Waiting patiently for Robin who already knew her name. Whilst she waited her baby blues did wander to her backside to be exact as Robin leaned down. Shane's head tilted slightly to the side before she straightened back up and grinned at the other girl. Oh she liked her already, her blunt attitude really did make Shane feel like she was back home. Fuck how she missed New Jersey. <br><br><br>A soft snicker escaped the DJ's lips as she witnessed Robin give multiple gestures of goodbye to her family. Turning around to hide the mirth in her eyes, Shane waited as soon as the other girl caught up to her Shane opened the doors to Jamison Clarke's main entrance lobby. Dropping the act of "reformed lesbian" as soon as the doors shut behind them, Shane set Robin's luggage on the floor gently. Grabbing the ones she was holding now and setting them aside besides the stair case and grabbed her hand steering her over to the bulletin board that had the names with the assigned room numbers and dorm mates. <strong>"Name?</strong>" She asked as she placed her index finger on the board and read down the list. <strong>"Loads to do, you just have to know the right people."</strong> At this Shane turned her head to gaze at her with a lopsided grin. <strong>"Hope you don't mind rooming with a boy. We all have to, unfortunately."</strong> She shrugged, finding her name now and the room number which was a few doors down from hers, room 105.<br><br><br><strong>Excellent, you'll be in room 102 with, (</strong><em>insert name of whoever you end up rooming with. You need to plot that out with a male at the school</em><strong>)."</strong> Shrugging in thought,<strong> "hmmm dunno who that might be, but alas, you're right next to me."</strong> At this Shane pointed to her name and her room number tapping it a few times with a satisfied smirk as she now turned around to face her completely. Leaning against the board her arms crossed. <strong>"If you're good I might just show you around tonight."</strong> With that Shane now proceeded to walk towards the stairs, <strong>"leave the bags. The staff will handle it, as long as it has your name on it."</strong> And up the stairs Shane went, this time instead of guiding Robin she let her following along. Shane knew for a fact that the girl would follow, even as they passed various students along the way of different colorful characters. Shane wouldn't let up as they finally reached her room. Pushing the door to Robin's dorm room open and spotting it empty. <strong>"Viola, bare essentials." </strong><br><br><br>Going over to window in the room, Shane threw it open and sat on the windowsill as she lit up one of her cigs and took a deep satisfied drag. Holding out the pack to her. Her eyes finally landing on hers watching her like a cat lazily watched a mouse. Resisting the urge to give her a more satisfied welcome. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Jamison Clarke Preparatory School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StormAngelus</strong> on <strong>27-03-2016, 11:21:43</strong>
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				Snow walked by, heading to the showers as she saw Shane and a new girl walking down the hall. She said nothing, but simply shrugged and strode, wearing nothing but a towel, into the bathroom, but in slow steps to make sure they both got a good eyeful of what they were missing. Her green eyes darkened as she took in the student she didn't know, letting a small smile trail across her lips. Her eyes flicked from the new kid to Shane - and the look became smoldering as they came closer. Her eyes moved back to the new girl and she smiled sweetly, then turned into the bathroom a few feet ahead of them. As they began to walk by, she pushed the door open with one hand and yanked her towel off with the other, giving them a brief glimpse of her shapely ass as the door swung shut. <br><br>She put her towel on the hook and stepped into the stall, setting the water to warm and beginning to wash and soap her hair and body. <em>Sorry, Shane... If you want any, you're gonna have to come and get it.</em> The smile that curved her lips didn't reach her eyes, but instead was hard, cold, hateful. She hadn't been fucked in a good while, and she was getting to where she needed her fix of pussy more than anything else.
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Jamison Clarke Preparatory School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mumzers</strong> on <strong>29-03-2016, 05:36:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/46/3c/b9/463cb92dd9d2cd1c4bc2751475e9b86e.jpg)<strong>Name:</strong> Robin Kriegsman<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Shane (Mxyzptlk)<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Playful<br><br>Robin watched Shane intently.&nbsp; Her movements were fluid and light.&nbsp; She understood her body - how it moved - and was comfortable with every curve of it as she took her bags from her and placed them besides the door.&nbsp; It wasn't until she took Robin's hand into her own that she realized she was staring.&nbsp; <strong>My name is Robin Kriegsman.</strong>&nbsp; She flexed her hand a few times; Shane's heat was still on it.<br><br><strong>Rooming with the opposite sex?&nbsp; That's new...</strong>&nbsp; Robin said as she peered at the name of her new roommate.&nbsp; She was pretty sure she wouldn't remember it even if she tried.&nbsp; <strong>What happens if you're bi?</strong>&nbsp; Not that the answer really mattered.&nbsp; Robin had never had the urge for men.&nbsp; Although she could list the many reasons why (most concerning matters of hygiene), no single explanation could trump the fact that boys didn't do it for her.&nbsp; Girls, however, do.&nbsp; Not just any girl, though.&nbsp; It took a particular sort of woman to gain Robin's attention, attraction, and loyalty.&nbsp; It's not like any naked girl could get Robin to wiggle her clit, but she was still trying to pin point exactly what type of girl did.&nbsp; She bit her lower lip as she wondered what it'd be like to live in a dorm full of girls just like her.&nbsp; <strong>I'll be good.</strong>&nbsp; She said in response to Shane's teasing offer as she followed her up the stairs and down some hallways and got completely lost.&nbsp; <strong>But don't be confused if my <em>good</em> looks like I'm being a cunt.</strong><br><br>A girl crossed the hallway in front of them as they made their way down the hall.&nbsp; The way she looked at them was odd.&nbsp; <strong>Does this place use electro-shock therapy or something?</strong>&nbsp; Robin asked, her eyebrows creased with concern.&nbsp; She paused, watching the girl disrobe and disappear behind the bathroom door, before turning into the room Shane entered.&nbsp; Room 102 looked more like a cell than a bedroom.&nbsp; Each side of the room was a mirror image of the other.&nbsp; Cement block walls painted the color of boring, a metal bed frame that probably made more noise than a 90 year old after eating beans, and a desk, painted the same color as the walls.&nbsp; <strong>Cheery.</strong>&nbsp; Robin said as she took a smoke from the pack Shane held out.&nbsp; <br><br>After lighting the cigarette, Robin sat down on what looked like her bed since the bedding was still rolled up and took a deep drag.&nbsp; Her eyes met Shane's.&nbsp; They were light blue and clear.&nbsp; Like the sky on a cloudless day where you can see the stars despite the sun.&nbsp; Robin perceived that Shane was more than meets the eyes.&nbsp; <strong>How long have you been here?</strong>&nbsp; <em>Gotta be a long time if she's taking it upon herself to be the welcoming committee.</em> Robin thought.&nbsp; It was difficult to decipher because she looked both mature and young - ageless as much as she was androgynous.&nbsp; <strong>Are the classes really as horrible as the pamphlet lets on? I mean, do they <em>work</em>?</strong>&nbsp; She drew her knees up to her chest and wrapped her free arm around her legs.&nbsp; She rested her chin on her knees and looked up at Shane perched on the windowsill.&nbsp; The only thing worse than having to be at a lesbian reform school was being at a lesbian reform school that actually reforms lesbians.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Jamison Clarke Preparatory School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>02-04-2016, 09:40:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media.vanityfair.com/photos/55771289ca2dc24e4d265df0/master/h_606,c_limit/ruby-rose-orange-is-the-new-black-02.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Shane Harris<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Robin (Mumzers)<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Very puckish<br><strong>Current Location:</strong> Dorm room<br><hr>Shane hadn't stopped to consider the bi question. It wasn't like the staff had actually thought that ahead of the curve. The question caused her to snort and shake her head in response. Not saying another word aside from giving a playful shrug. Like the staff cared as long as they were hooking up with the opposite sex. Jamison was the oddest co-ed college/university in the world. Robin made it a point to inform Shane on how much of a good girl she wouldn't be. Which was something Shane actually enjoyed the I-don't-give-a-flying-rat's-ass attitude. Was very refreshing at Jamison Clarke. There were few and far between of those types laying around. Usually, those type of students were the ones that Shane like to befriend. The ones that conformed were harder to make friends with as they always turned their nose up at Shane's extracurricular activities. One of which they had just passed in the hallway the blond that stood beside Snow and was staring daggers at Shane, Robin and then Snow. <br><br>It left Shane with a happy feeling inside as she made it into Robin's dorm room and lite up a smoke, sitting on the windowsill and taking a deep drag before expelling the air from her lungs. Shane snickered finally letting Robin in on the thoughts playing in her head. Standing up with her cigarette in her mouth as she shut Robin's dorm room door and went back over to the window to ash and breath out more marlboro cloud. <br><br><strong>"That was a friend, the redhead anyways. The blond was a um....well. She was the kind that, like to reform and turn up their noses until I prove them wrong. No shock therapy just rich babies afraid they'll be disowned if they don't behave like mommy and daddy want them to. <em>Now</em> to guys like us!"</strong><br><br>At this Shane stood up, cig in mouth her hands outstretched as she kept the cig between her teeth and shouted out the window, <strong>"this place is paradise!"</strong><br><br>Shane turned back around and bounced on the mattress as she sat next to Robin and grinned, bringing her leg crossed over her knee as she held her ankle with her free hand and took another drag of her cigarette meeting Robin's eyes and holding out 3 fingers for her. Pinky, ring and middle finger in a gesture of 3 years.<br><br><strong>"Technically I'm starting my third year now. But forever Bronze baby. Me and Dom got that going on. She's stuck in bi limbo and I'm stuck in gay limbo."</strong><br><br>Shane actually thought about her next question looking up at the ceiling for the possible answers before she took another drag and flicked her cig butt out the window not bothering to see if anyone was below before she laid out on the bed, her hands behind her head as she looked up at the ceiling in thought. <br><br>Expelling air from her lungs with a slight grunt. <br><br><strong>"There are normal classes, you get a college degree in pretty much anything you can imagine. But there are those extra classes we have to take. Some professors are alright. Some hilarious, some laid back. Some are dicks but you can choose which classes to attend. As long as you have at least one elective class of those per semester."</strong><br><br>Shane turned her head now to look up at Robin and grin, <strong>"so you're bi? Are you bi cause there's one guy that rocks your world? Or are you bi cause you're not sure?"</strong><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Jamison Clarke Preparatory School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>03-04-2016, 06:14:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/36800000/Tom-Welling-erika-wesley-36889387-547-800.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hayden Sky<br><strong>Location:</strong> Administrative offices, Jamison Clarke<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> September 27th, 1pm<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Relaxed no rush after lunch<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Dean of Admissions<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Kristen Anderson<br><br><hr><br>His secretary Madison, informed him that his 1 o'clock interview should be running on time shortly after he had returned from lunch. Hayden had opted for some off campus food. Going to his favorite little diner that made an amazing meatloaf and mean apple pie. Feeling stuffed and sleepy he nodded to Madison and entered his office to run through some files of potential students for Jamison Clarke as he waited trying to not doze off in the process. Dressed like the image. At about 2 minutes to 1, he stood up, yawned and slapped himself across the face a few times lightly to wake up and jump up and down in the process. That's when Madison was knocking at the door. <br><br>Hayden moved away from his desk in front of it to reach the door and open it, just as Madison handed him the possible new employee's resume, Hayden smiled and looked up from the C.V. in his hand his eyes wide to the woman that stood next to Madison. <br><br><strong>"Oh you're joking."</strong><br><br>He snorted, a huge grin across his face as he dropped the formalities and hugged Kristen instead. Madison frowned at the exchange and closed the door behind them. As she did Hayden pulled away from the huge and shook his head grinning as he took her in. <br><br><strong>"This is you?"</strong><br><br>He held up the resume for the nursing position and application and grinned once more. Still amused and thinking this was possibly a joke on her part he cocked his brow with a half smirk on his lips. <br><br><strong>"Are you here to bust my balls? Or what? Sit. Let's at least, play catch up."</strong><br><br>He offered her a chair then went around to his desk and sat at his chair, reclining and bouncing back and forth as he did. His elbow propped on the chair his finger on his chin as he had a wide smile on his lips and he just took in the sight of her. <br><br><strong>"Do you really need a job? And what are you doing in Virginia?"</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Jamison Clarke Preparatory School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>03-04-2016, 18:21:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/14100000/Erica-Durance-smallville-14115908-244-326.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kristine Anderson<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> School Nurse<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Flabbergasted<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> Outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/kris_interview/set?id=195163135)<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Hayden Sky <strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Administrative Offices, Jamison Clarke<br><hr><br>She grew up with a career solider for a father, so of course Kristine arrived fifteen minutes early for the interview.&nbsp; She parked her car and stood on the sidewalk taking in the grounds around the administrative building for a few minutes.&nbsp; The campus was certainly beautiful, despite being in a busy city.&nbsp; She straightened the lines of her skirt and jacket before walking into the building.&nbsp; The signs were easy enough to follow and as she said, Hayden's secretary Madison greeted her.&nbsp; She expected to find other candidates waiting or the previous candidate leaving, but was surprised to find that not the case.&nbsp; When Madison called her name to escort her into the office she stood with a professional smile.&nbsp; <br><br>For years she'd been practiced in not showing her emotions.&nbsp; As a pediatric nurse in a hospital geared towards finding cures for diseases that killed children she learned fast to lock her emotions down.&nbsp; All that training went to crap when she saw him.&nbsp; Her eyes grew wide and she actually muttered, "Well holy shit, FlapJack" under her breath.&nbsp; Of course she'd read and heard his name during the application process but never in a million years would she have thought to find Hayden Sky, hick from Kansas, in Richmond, Virginia.&nbsp; It took her a moment to respond in kind to the hug.&nbsp; He'd filled out even more since high school and felt so solid and warm.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Yes, that's me.&nbsp; Every word of it true."</strong>&nbsp; Right down to the PhD in Nursing.&nbsp; Sure she could have stopped at her Master's as a nurse practitioner but why?&nbsp; Heck, one more board and she'd be a Physician's Assistant.&nbsp; Kris liked to keep paths open to herself.&nbsp; This job was below her skill level but she knew they had a medical program and hoped to be able to teach as well as offer medical care to the students. Who knew, maybe he'd hire her to be the school's medical professional.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"That's not why I came in, but I wouldn't be me if I didn't."</strong> She grinned at the ball ball busting question.&nbsp; Kris removed her crisp white jacket before she took the seat across from his desk and crossed her legs neatly.&nbsp; Of course she gave him another once over as they both settled in.&nbsp; He was even more handsome now, with those broad shoulders, striking blue eyes and hints of a mustache and goatee.&nbsp; <strong>"What am I doing in Virginia? What are you doing outside of Kansas and at a school for young adults with other than 'conventional' "</strong> yes she made the air quotes <strong>"Sexual orientations.&nbsp; OH MY GAWD! Did I win the bet after all? Are you gay?"</strong>&nbsp; Her eyes sparkled as she teased him.&nbsp; She couldn't help herself.&nbsp; If you'd told her senior year he'd ever leave the farm she would have fallen on the ground laughing.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"But seriously, FlapJack, I am looking for a career change.&nbsp; Being a pediatric nurse at St. Jude's Children's Research Hospital takes it's toll.&nbsp; I'm wrung out and just can't watch another kid die decades before anyone should."</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Jamison Clarke Preparatory School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>04-04-2016, 07:25:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/36800000/Tom-Welling-erika-wesley-36889387-547-800.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hayden Sky<br><strong>Location:</strong> Administrative offices, Jamison Clarke<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> September 27th, 1pm<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Relaxed no rush after lunch<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Dean of Admissions<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Kristen Anderson<br><br><hr><br>Hayden couldn't believe what Kristen had made of herself reviewing her resume and her ambition on paper it was as if he was looking at a completely different person than the one he knew in high school. He was sure the woman would go into newspaper reporting with the way she was constantly snooping around and so involved in the school paper. Needless to say, he was impressed with the woman she had become. <br><br>Ahh there it was the banter the two got up to in high school she hadn't disappointed him yet. Hayden chuckled with a grin shaking his head his brows raised looking very much like a school boy. <br><br>Throwing his head back in laughter now as she wondered out loud if he was gay. <strong>"Are you kidding me?"</strong> Raising his brow a smile on his lips as he shook his head at her and chuckled,<strong> "don't you remember Karen?"</strong> His high school sweetheart who had torn a hole in his Kansas size heart. Leaving him for his best friend and ended up marrying him and getting knocked up. Come to think of it Kristine was there for that heartbreak. Even if he was stoic and barely spoke his feelings Kristine was about the only one he listened to and actually hugged him when she caught him practically sobbing as he gazed at a picture of Karen. <br><br>It was the first time he knew that they would be friends regardless of the way they took cheap shots at each other. Licking his lips the man leaned in and dropped his voice, hoping she knew this was as confidential as possible. <strong>"Dad died, the farm is in red. I had to take this ridiculous paying job even if I don't agree with the concept. I try not enforce so many insane options for these kids. But that's between you and me the walls have ears."</strong> He raised his brow whispering and leaned back with a grin. <br><br>Nodding solemnly and understanding why she needed the change he cast her resume aside on his desk and asked her, <strong>"You'll be help run the medical student program as well as patch up any kids and staff that get sick. Is that something you could handle?"</strong><br><br>If there was something he was sure of was Kristine's passion. When she loved something she was like a pitt bull to a pant leg protective and wouldn't let up on her project. He knew without having to look at her resume or credentials. She was hired as long as she agreed to what he was offering. The details would later. The man also knew the woman before him didn't mind who was gay or straight. She was a people person and more outward and friendly than Hayden was in school. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Jamison Clarke Preparatory School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>05-04-2016, 17:52:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/14100000/Erica-Durance-smallville-14115908-244-326.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kristine Anderson<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> School Nurse<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Still surprised, relaxing a little<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> Outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/kris_interview/set?id=195163135)<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Hayden Sky <strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Administrative Offices, Jamison Clarke<br><hr><br>How far they'd come since high school, in life and in distance.&nbsp; As much as she'd hated leaving Hayden and some of their friends behind she couldn't wait to get out of Kansas at eighteen.&nbsp; And now here she sat in Hayden's office a world away from where they'd met.&nbsp; School didn't prepare her for what came after and college hadn't prepared her for the emotional toll her career would take on her life.&nbsp; None of that weighed on her mind now though.&nbsp; Hell, part of her felt like that teenage girl again.&nbsp; All nerves and energy at seeing Hayden.&nbsp; And this time, he wasn't taken or devastated.&nbsp; Some small part of her, one she thought had died, had to wonder about the possibilities and implications of them working close together again.<br><br><strong>"Oh I remember Karen."</strong> All to well, and though she never said it out loud, she always thought he was too good for her.&nbsp; <strong>"But I also see you're not wearing a ring now, FlapJack."</strong>&nbsp; Which could mean a lot of things, but given the location of this conversation she had to needle him just a bit.&nbsp; She knew he was too kind and too intelligent to be a bigot.&nbsp; &nbsp;He'd become a better dresser since the last time she saw him too.&nbsp; <br><br>He leaned forward and her breath caught, just a small, fast hitch.&nbsp; As he began to speak though she frowned.&nbsp; New of the farm in trouble tugged at her heart.&nbsp; His parents always worked so hard, but small farms were dying out like a plague had hit.&nbsp; Those that weren't dying were being sold to larger farms owned by corporations not families.&nbsp; She'd heard about his father, even went back to Kansas for the funeral, though she wasn't able to stay long.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm sorry, Hayden."</strong> She said softly.&nbsp; He was in a tough spot and she doubted anyone around here even knew about it. <br><br>She smiled at his question about the responsibilities.&nbsp; <strong>"I could handle it in my sleep."</strong>&nbsp; A bit cocky? Yeah but she could back it up so all in all it was also truth.&nbsp; <strong>"Given what your board seems to want to encourage I would also be happy to give seminars on safe practices and offer a judgement free place to get what they need."</strong>&nbsp; The last thing she wanted was to be dolling out meds like candy because the campus was crippled by rampant venereal diseases or dealing with a rash of pregnant students.&nbsp; No body needed that.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Jamison Clarke Preparatory School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>07-04-2016, 06:43:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a8/8a/af/a88aafd1fb814b6a1dbc9524e77353ba.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Shane Harris<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front of the school by the grass and fountain<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> All Black, Tshirt, skinny jeans, chucks and sunglasses<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> Sept 2 | 11am<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Relaxed<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Leila (Angel Fire)<br><br><hr><br>Shane had her earbuds on, her ipod on blast, sunglasses shielding the sun from her delicate baby blues as she shredded various rails against the cement around the fountain. She was going at it for a good half hour, till some girl walked by her in the growing crowd of students making their way outside; dropping a pencil on the ground without realizing it. Shane's board landed the wrong way, before she knew it gravity came crashing down around her as her skateboard stayed stuck on the cement and Shane went flying towards the girl who had dropped the pencil. <strong>"LOOK OUT" </strong><br><br>Trying to bail and dodge midair was impossible, Shane was good but she wasn't that good. Before she knew it she tucked her body under and managed to clip the girls legs but ended up on her back with the girl falling sprawled out on top of her. <strong>"Ooph."</strong> The wind knocked out of her as she just groaned, at least, she landed in the grass under the partial shade of an elm tree. Even if the girl was petite it still felt like a truck had run Shane over. "<strong>Are.. you.. ok..."</strong><br><br>Shane managed to gasp out making sure she hadn't hurt the girl, least she have her skateboarding privileges removed from the Jamison Clarke administrators. Bastards weren't just trying to suck the gay out of everyone they were taking the fun with them as well. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Jamison Clarke Preparatory School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>07-04-2016, 08:04:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://s3d3.turboimg.net/t1/16988269_Amra_Zadig__Voltaire_1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Leila Kurjak<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front of the school by the grass and fountain<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> As shown in the pic<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> Sept 2 | 11am<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Almost pissed off but finally taken out... literally<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Shane (Mxy)<br><br><hr><br>It was just another setback for Leila in the road to lead her life in her own way.&nbsp; Growing up, it always seemed that her life was always dictated for her... like it was always drawn out for her but unlike her mother who loved stability and always knowing when things would happen, Leila lived on spontaneity.&nbsp; She always took what life gave to her... for better and for worse.&nbsp; Sometimes, the worse, or bad events, gave her a harsh repercussion as is she was noticing before her very eyes.&nbsp; Right now,she was stuck at being at this hell hole of a school where the teachers and staff want to change her for something that she already accepted deep inside of herself.&nbsp; Yes... she was attracted to women.&nbsp; To her, that was normal but it seemed that her mother didn't think so... off she went if she wanted to claim her inheritance.<br><br>She was still pissed off as she went through Orientation and then finally getting to her dorm room.&nbsp; At least, for now, she had that room to herself but she remembered from reading the introduction pamphlet that she would eventually be rooming with a man.&nbsp; She shuddered at that thought but right now, she was glad that her room mate had not arrived yet so score one for living life how she wanted to.<br><br>After all of the stupid orientation speeches and having all of the staff trying to guarantee that she would be straight in three years, Leila had enough of all of the scams that the teachers and staff were trying to pull off on her.&nbsp; She needed time.&nbsp; She needed space.&nbsp; She needed the outdoors and most of all, she needed her Ipod and the most aggressive metal music that she could find.&nbsp; Finally looking through her music library, she settled on a track of old school Thrash metal.&nbsp; Listening to the album, She settled on listening to Megadeth's " Rust In Peace"&nbsp; The crunching guitars and the aggression of the music was oh what she needed at this moment in time.&nbsp; Little did she know that things were going to change for her in a heartbeat.<br><br>It only took a split second after she dropped her pencil from her purse.&nbsp; Leaning down to try to pick it up, Leila did not hear the warning of being impaled from the girl on the skateboard who seemed to lose all control.&nbsp; The next thing that Leila knew was that she was taken down to the ground from below.&nbsp; Her headphones flew completely out of her ears and her Ipod flung completely out of her hands to where... hopefully, it would be a safe spot as she was thrust backwards towards the ground.&nbsp; She had no idea where she landed but she did feel that it was at least a somewhat soft landing from feeling the wet grass on her back.<br><br>It took her about 15 seconds to get her as much of her bearings back as she could... but as she heard Shane's question while trying to focus herself from the sudden ordeal, she still couldn't shake the cobwebs out of her.&nbsp; Deep inside of her mind, she knew that she had to say something but.. what was it?&nbsp; What came out of her mouth wasn't the best introduction but at the time and circumstances, it was all she could muster up to say.&nbsp; <strong>"Ohh... Maybe?&nbsp; Can you tell me the license plate of the girl that hit me?&nbsp; She should... get a ticket for speeding..."</strong>&nbsp; She was still out of it for a bit but one thing was certain.&nbsp; She still had her wits and her propensity to try to make light out of a bad situation.&nbsp; <br><br>Raising her head up ever so slightly, she was glad that she didn't feel completely dizzy.&nbsp; Finally focusing her eyes, she could see this stunning woman that seemed to almost be as brazen and have close to the same style of clothing and a haircut that she had.&nbsp; It was just a small phase of clarity as she seemed to lean her head back.&nbsp; "<strong>"Love to meet ya...&nbsp; catch me on the flipside?"</strong>&nbsp; She mentioned with a more pronounced accent that sounded more Irish than anything.&nbsp; Next thing that Leila knew, she was about to lean back and take a nap.&nbsp; Maybe someone else has other ideas?&nbsp; Deep inside of herself, Leila didn't want to pass out, especially with a woman that she could have so much in common with but her mind and body seemed to be working on two different agendas.&nbsp; Leaning her head back, she was slowly starting to close her eyes.&nbsp; maybe it was to take a nap... or maybe she had a concussion?&nbsp; She didn't know at this point.&nbsp; All that mattered to her now was... sleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Jamison Clarke Preparatory School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>09-04-2016, 00:31:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a8/8a/af/a88aafd1fb814b6a1dbc9524e77353ba.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Shane Harris<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front of the school by the grass and fountain<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> All Black, Tshirt, skinny jeans, chucks and sunglasses<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> Sept 2 | 11am<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Relaxed<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Leila (Angel Fire)<br><br><hr><br>Shane had recovered her breathing relatively quickly. But she hadn't moved for fear that she had done some serious damage to the girl who was currently sprawled on top of her. As she went to raise her head and commented in a rather amusing way over Shane literally running into her, the short haired blue eyed brunette chuckled. <br><br><strong>"It was a hit and run."</strong> Replied Shane with a grin, happy the girl still had her wits intact. Shane smiled at her cradling the back of her head slightly. But when the other girl made her next statement, Shane's eyes went wide with alarm. Sitting up quickly and holding the girl who seemed to be losing consciousness. She held the girl's head in her lap and was softly patting the side of her face, <strong>"hey hey, you should stay awake. I think you hit your head."</strong><br><br>The Skater was pale and her heart raced as she tried to get the other girl to respond to her. Finally looking around and yelling at a random person to get a doctor or nurse from inside the school. Security had noticed rather quickly and before Shane knew it there was a nurse and a medical assistant knelt down beside them on the grass. Telling Shane not to move her. <strong>"I don't know her name! I hit her when I accidently slipped on my skateboard. I think she passed out. I think she hit her head or something."</strong><br><br>A worried frown etched on her forehead Shane Harris for once in her life felt utterly helpless. The poor girl, what if she crippled her? Yet she didn't move from her spot (trying not to godmod is haaaaaaaaard) and waited for the girl to respond as the nurse and medical student checked the girl out. (we'll let Angle fire take it from here.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Jamison Clarke Preparatory School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>09-04-2016, 08:38:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://s3d3.turboimg.net/t1/16988269_Amra_Zadig__Voltaire_1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Leila Kurjak<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front of the school by the grass and fountain<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> As shown in the pic<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> Sept 2 | 11am<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Almost passed out but... awakening a bit and shaking her cobwebs out<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Shane (Mxy)<br><br><hr><br>As the nurse and her first year medical student assistant arrived on the scene, it seemed to be a lot of chaos from the student.&nbsp; Luckily, Thank the Gods, it seemed that the Nurse knew exactly what to do when she arrived at the spot.&nbsp; Maybe it was karma for Leila that the nurse arrived just at the time that she was needed?&nbsp; Life worked in mysterious ways as Leila was still zoning in and out while her head was gently placed onto Shane's lap.&nbsp; As the nurse looked over the situation, she knew that she needed to do one major thing first.&nbsp; That was to make sure that Leila didn't pass out.&nbsp; Taking control of the situation, she looked back to her male assistant and gave out the instructions that were needed to wake Leila up.&nbsp; "Smelling salts.&nbsp; Go get them!"&nbsp; She ordered as she was checking out Leila's neck and head.<br><br>"Thank God.&nbsp; No broken bones in the neck area.&nbsp; She's pretty lucky."&nbsp; She advised to Shane as she let out a soft smile.&nbsp; "You did good by providing her a pillow in your lap.&nbsp; That is the best thing she needed."&nbsp; She added as the male nursing student came back with the salts.<br><br>The nurse opened up the packets of smelling salts and placed them just under Leila's nose.&nbsp; What happened next could have shocked anyone.&nbsp; "What the Eff?!"&nbsp; Leila exclaimed as she was just about to lift her head up and jolt her entire body up as well but the nurse held everything back into Shane's lap.&nbsp; The first clear vision that she saw was of Shane's face.&nbsp; it didn't take much for her to let out a soft grin and try to introduce herself.&nbsp; 'Hi, Mate."&nbsp; She really wanted to get to know Shane right now but the nurse seemed to have other things on her mind... namely to assure herself that Leila' didn't suffer a concussion.<br><br>"Miss?&nbsp; I am Nurse Driscoll.&nbsp; I want to ask you a few questions and check you out to make sure that you are all right.&nbsp; Is that good with you?"&nbsp; The nurse asked.<br><br>Leila seemed to be almost acting like she was a little drunk but falling back to earth so she let out a soft reply.&nbsp; ""Yea.. OK."&nbsp; She sighed as the nurse began her pre-diagnosis.<br><br>First, the nurse checked that back of Leila's neck to make sure that there was no structural damage.&nbsp; That only took a couple of seconds but she seemed very satisfied.&nbsp; "No Broken bones.&nbsp; That is a good sign.&nbsp; Can you feel you fingers and toes?"&nbsp; She asked her.<br><br>Leila let out a huff of breath.&nbsp; "Of course I can.&nbsp; What do ya think that Ah'm invalid?"&nbsp; She asked in a scuff.<br><br>The nurse seemed to be taken back a bit as she breathed a sigh of relief.&nbsp; "No.&nbsp; Just checking.&nbsp; What is your name?"&nbsp; She asked while trying to start a concussion protocol.<br><br>"Who else can I be?&nbsp; I am Leila Kurjak... Daughter to the most well known Female CEO's of the Irish beer making industry!"&nbsp; She added the emphasis of the word female when she talked about her mother.&nbsp; She wasn't sure if Shane was picking up on this information but she had her sense and wits to hope that she did.<br><br>The nurse seemed to be pleased but she still had to finish the protocol.&nbsp; 'What day is it and what time?"&nbsp; She asked.<br><br>"Blimey, It's September second at sometime around Lunchtime.&nbsp; Doesn't everyone know that?"&nbsp; Leila asked in a huff in her voice.<br><br>The nurse was starting to feel more confident that Leila was all right but she did have to make one last test.&nbsp; "How many fingers am I holding up?"&nbsp; She asked as she held up three fingers of her right hand right in front of Leila.<br><br>"Where am I at now, grade school?&nbsp; It's three fingers yer holding up!&nbsp; Ya done here?&nbsp; I have to get cracking with some important things here!"&nbsp; She advised while looking back up into Shane's face and letting out another grin.<br><br>"All right.&nbsp; I am going to let you up slowly.&nbsp; if you get dizzy, tell me."&nbsp; The nurse advised as she started to raise Leila's head up just a bit off of Shane's lap.&nbsp; Deep inside of herself, Leila didn't want to get her head up off of the lap but if this was the only way to get rid of the nurse, she had to play nice for just a bit.&nbsp; With the help of the nurse, her upper body was raised up.&nbsp; She did feel a slight bit woozy but it all passed within a couple of seconds.&nbsp; The next thing that she heard was clapping from all of the crowd of nearby students that seemed to congratulate Leila for being all right.<br><br>"Eh?&nbsp; Crack on with the lot of ya.&nbsp; Nothing more to see now."&nbsp; She advised with more of the Irish accent coming out of her mouth.&nbsp; The crowd slowly dispersed as the nurse and assistant gathered up their belongings.&nbsp; Only one more thing was left from the nurse as she looked back at Leila.&nbsp; "If you get dizzy or have any symptoms, call me.&nbsp; Here is my card."&nbsp; She offered as the card had all of the information about the campus hospital along with the nurse's full name.<br><br>Leila only let out a very soft nod to keep from getting even more dizzy as the nurse and her assistant left the area.&nbsp; Now, it was just herself and Shane.. alone and to themselves.&nbsp; "I'm sorry that I bajanxed everything here.&nbsp; I feel like such an idjit for not paying attention."&nbsp; She sighed as she let out an Irish slang saying of messing things up with the word.&nbsp; She still looked up into Shane's eyes and started to let out her smile some more.&nbsp; "I have to thank ya for saving me.&nbsp; To who do I owe a pitcher of beer to for saving my hide?&nbsp; That is if it's yer poison?"&nbsp; She asked while hoping that, in a roundabout way, that she could find out who this wild and crazy girl was that saved her from a horrible doom.
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Jamison Clarke Preparatory School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>11-04-2016, 04:55:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a8/8a/af/a88aafd1fb814b6a1dbc9524e77353ba.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Shane Harris<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front of the school by the grass and fountain<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> All Black, Tshirt, skinny jeans, chucks and sunglasses<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> Sept 2 | 11am<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Relaxed<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Leila (Angel Fire)<br><br><hr><br><em>Smeling salts!</em> Shane was beyond worried now, she was sweating and trying not to panic. Her blue eyes wide as she watched the nurse and med student work on the girl she hit, apparantly really hard. <strong>"Ugh." </strong>Shane swallowed hard and nodded to what the nurse was saying. Right. If she did so good why the hell did she feel so guilty?<br><br>Pillow.<br><br>That wasn't a word that Shane was described as, the girl was deathly allergic to cuddling and snugs for that matter. Shane nodded numbly at the nurse. Licking her full lips and looking down at the poor girl she injured. Not being able to formulate words to express how sorry she was. <br><br>The moment that the nurse placed the smelling salt under her nose and the girl came to, Shane's heart raced and a sigh of relief escaped her lips. <strong>"Phew."</strong> Shane couldn't help but grin back at the girl as she grinned up at her, raising her brow. <em>English? Irish? Scottish?</em> She couldn't quite place the accent other then it was similar to when Domino was particularly angry or how her friend said, <em>lairy.</em><br><br>Definately from across the pond was her accent. Shane kept her eyes on the girl who would probably hate her the moment she found out Shane was the one that ran into her. Listening to her answer all the nurse's questions. She almost chuckled at the girl's outburst, as the nurse was just doing her job. Luckily the other female didn't seem paralized. Again Shane let out a long deep sigh. Relief flooding her senses. <br><br>Finally her name was revealed. Leila and Irish, her brow shot up in response. <em>Holy shit.</em> Shane was hooked up now, with Irish beer hopefully. Domino was gonna have a field day. Well, if Leila didn't want her run over in retalition for this little accident. <br><br><em>Blimey.</em> Shane chuckled she couldn't help it, she was relieved at the girl's accent really did remind her of Domino when she was angry. Shane wore an amused smirk on her face as she watched Leila interact with the nurse. Finally the medical professional helped her up to a sitting position slowly. <br><br>Shane didn't realize it but she was holding Leila's shoulders steady as the nurse helped her to sit. The clapping from the student body witnessing the event startled Shane. She had completely forgot about the crowd forming. <br><br>Someone yelled out, <strong><em>"How's my driving? Call 1-800-Shane!"</em></strong> At this Shane turned her head to glare at the asshat who said it. Not finding him but the crowd that laughed simmered down right away. <br><br>Though Leila seemed to be handling the situation by telling them off in her Irish dialect. <br><br>Alone at last and Shane raised her brow trying to decipher what Leila was saying. Lucky for her it wasn't as hard as it would be for most. <strong>"I um.. I was the one that ran you over. Shane Harris."</strong> She grimmaced, <strong>"Sorry you dropped a pencil, I didn't see it till the last minute. My board hit it and well I went flying into you. I tried to duck and roll to cushion the blow. I probably owe you a pitcher and lunch?"</strong> She offered with a wince. Hoping the new girl wasn't too offended by Shane's accident.
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Jamison Clarke University </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>11-04-2016, 05:23:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://s3d3.turboimg.net/t1/16988269_Amra_Zadig__Voltaire_1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Leila Kurjak<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front of the school by the grass and fountain<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> As shown in the pic<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> Sept 2 | 11am<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Cleared up in her head and relieved<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Shane (Mxy)<br><br><hr><br>Leila didn't notice the cry out of the spectator who blurted out Shane's name in a phone number as it was all for the best.&nbsp; At that time, her head was still trying to listen to the nurse asking her stupid questions so if she would have heard it, she would make sure that the yelling person would get into some sort of trouble.&nbsp; It felt very relaxing as she felt Shane's hands onto her shoulders.&nbsp; Thank the Gods that she did that because it definitely helped her to stay up and tell all of the crowd off.&nbsp; She knew that she owed Shane a lot more than a pitcher of beer for that.<br><br>As the crowd left it didn't take her long for her saviour to hear her introduction and try to apologize for what happened.&nbsp; <br><br>"I um.. I was the one that ran you over. Shane Harris.&nbsp; "Sorry you dropped a pencil, I didn't see it till the last minute. My board hit it and well I went flying into you. I tried to duck and roll to cushion the blow. I probably owe you a pitcher and lunch?"<br><br>Now she realized what really happened.&nbsp; A dropped pencil and her attempt to recovered it along with Shane flying up and nailing her out of sight.&nbsp; It just had to be fate.&nbsp; Though Shane was definitely sincere in her apologies, she was glad that she shared a common link between them.&nbsp; Letting out a small grin herself, she smirked a bit while coming up with the first thing that came to her mind.&nbsp; yes there were still a bit of cobwebs in her mind but at least she was feeling much better about the situation.<br><br>"Aye.&nbsp; I would really like that.&nbsp; I just came into this bastard of a school just this morning.&nbsp; The teachers... they think that they could change me!&nbsp; That ta'int gonna happen if ya ask me!"&nbsp; She took a deep breath as she started to relax a but.&nbsp; "Sorry, love, I got carried away.&nbsp; But I would love some lunch.&nbsp; Do ya know of a crackin' place to eat round here?"&nbsp; She asked with pleading eyes.&nbsp; If anything, she hoped that, even though it was by accident, that she could find a good friend to talk to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Jamison Clarke University </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>12-04-2016, 06:52:05</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Did you catch the <em>number</em> of that bus?</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a8/8a/af/a88aafd1fb814b6a1dbc9524e77353ba.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Shane Harris<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front of the school by the grass and fountain<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> All Black, Tshirt, skinny jeans, chucks and sunglasses<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> Sept 2 | 11am<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Relaxed<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Leila (Angel Fire) <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br>Leila really did have a thick accent in comparison to Domino. Now that she was talking more Shane could place it as Irish but she wasn't sure exactly what part of Ireland her little leprechaun was from. Irish people man, they could drink like it was no one's business. Irish beer in Shane's opinion was amazing, aside from Newcastle beer which Shane loved. <br><br>Shane snickered at the way she described the school. <strong>"Ya but, it's also a dream. Here we all are these gay people in one place. Try and stop us from actually having fun? Naw it won't happen. I've been a bronze student a long time. This is my third year."</strong><br><br>Shane mused snickering and shaking her head. Releasing Lelia's shoulders as she was pretty sure the girl had enough balance to stay upright now. <strong>"Well on campus we have the dining hall which has a lot of different things to choose from. Salads, grill food, Italian. Then we have the Raina Library and Cafe, books, a latte and a scone? It's up to you really. What are you in the mood for? They both are in equal distance from us."</strong><br><br>Shane wasn't the type of girl to do favors for people, not unless she considered them a friend but a random stranger she just met? Well you know unless she wanted to get into the girl's 'knickers' Shane wouldn't be doing her a favor mostly. But she felt responsible for Leila and needed to make sure she was safe and feed at least. Before she went about her business for the day. Which turned out wasn't much aside from a shower and finding a honey to fuck before she passed the hell out. <br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Jamison Clarke University </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>12-04-2016, 07:18:40</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Did you catch the <em>number</em> of that bus?</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://s3d3.turboimg.net/t1/16988269_Amra_Zadig__Voltaire_1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Leila Kurjak<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front of the school by the grass and fountain<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> As shown in the pic<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> Sept 2 | 11am<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Cleared up in her head and relieved<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Shane (Mxy) <strong><em>closed</em></strong><br><br><hr><br>Leila was getting her bearings back slowly.. but one thing was for sure, she heard the mention of Shane being a Bronze Student.&nbsp; it menat one thing to her as she was starting to realize what these medal type of students were.&nbsp; <em>She is like me.&nbsp; Maybe she can help me through this school while I can still stay true to myself?&nbsp; That would be a dream!</em>&nbsp; She thought to herself as she was a little bit distracted about the lunch options.<br><br>She took a few thoughts adn wished that deep inside that there was an Irish pub nearby but... She would settle for the next best thing since... many of the other options seemed to be too 'healthy' for her at the moment.&nbsp; "How about the italian pub?&nbsp; maybe they have some small draft beers there to lighten up the mood...&nbsp; maybe?" She asked feeling like that the restaurant didn't have anything like that as far as draft beers were concerned but she had to ask.&nbsp; To Leila, this was a start of a wonderful friendship, even though it could possibly take her a VERY long time to get to know the true Shane at the moment.<br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Jamison Clarke University </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>12-04-2016, 08:58:46</strong>
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				<br><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Did you catch the <em>number</em> of that bus?</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a8/8a/af/a88aafd1fb814b6a1dbc9524e77353ba.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Shane Harris<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front of the school by the grass and fountain<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> All Black, Tshirt, skinny jeans, chucks and sunglasses<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> Sept 2 | 11am<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Relaxed<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Leila (Angel Fire) <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br>Shane raised her brow at Leila's request. <strong>"It's not a pub just a dining hall that serves all kinds of shit including Italain. Though I think there is a Italian pub around here. Probably a English one too I'm sure."</strong><br><br>Shane pulled her phone out of her pocket where they still sat and hit the google app to find nearby pubs. They had it a hit, a small hole in the wall dive off Main street. Lucky for her new friend she owned a car. <strong>"Here's one nearby. About 5 minutes. Sure you're ok to have a beer now? I think they sell burgers and chips? What we call fries."</strong> <br><br>Shane stood up and held her hand to her friend. As soon as they were done the blue eyed brunette would gather her board and grab the car letting Leila rest whilst she did the walking to her tiny little beat up Volkswagon GTI. It was a fast car and she loved it, though it cost an arm and a leg for parts. Lucky for her, Shane's father was a mechanic and taught her everything she knew so she could save on labor. <br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Jamison Clarke University </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>16-04-2016, 23:43:52</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Did you catch the <em>number</em> of that bus?</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://s3d3.turboimg.net/t1/16988269_Amra_Zadig__Voltaire_1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Leila Kurjak<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front of the school by the grass and fountain<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> As shown in the pic<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> Sept 2 | 11am<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Cleared up in her head and relieved<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Shane (Mxy) <strong><em>closed</em></strong><br><br><hr><br>Seeing Shane pull out her phone out of her pocket, Leila felt like a fool.&nbsp; She could have sworn that she heard about an Italian pub nearby but it seemed that she misread the google search that she did.&nbsp; All was not lost though as she let out a soft smile and heard about Shane's suggestion.<br><br><strong>"Sure.&nbsp; I am alright to have a beer.&nbsp; It's never too early to start a small party, ya know?"</strong>&nbsp; She asked as she let out a small giggle.&nbsp; <strong>"And I know what Fries are.&nbsp; I did spend some time in New Yawk before coming here.&nbsp; Long story about that though, mate."</strong><br><br>As she saw Shane reach out with her hand, she couldn't help but to smile.&nbsp; Shane seemed to be so chivalrous.&nbsp; It would have been something that she would have done herself but with Shane driving, it was nice to see the tables being reversed for a change.&nbsp; After seeing Shane leave to get her car, she wondered what kind of car it was.&nbsp; It didn't take her long to find out about the beat up GTI.&nbsp; Letting out a soft giggle, she couldn't help herself.&nbsp; <strong>That ride is so you, Mate!"</strong>&nbsp; She exclaimed as she moved over towards the car.&nbsp; She did have one more thing to ask though.&nbsp; <strong>"May I let myself in or... are you doing to do the honors?"</strong>&nbsp; She asked, not sure what Shane was going to do next.
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Jamison Clarke University </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>17-04-2016, 11:52:27</strong>
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				<hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Did you catch the <em>number</em> of that bus?</strong></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a8/8a/af/a88aafd1fb814b6a1dbc9524e77353ba.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Shane Harris<br><strong>Location:</strong> Car then English Pub.<br><strong>Coming from:</strong> Front of the school by the grass and fountain<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> All Black, Tshirt, skinny jeans, chucks and sunglasses<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> Sept 2 | 11am<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Relaxed<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Leila (Angel Fire) <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br>Shane was chivalrous when it came to damsels in distress. Sure Leila wasn't the type of girl that Shane would go for, she liked her women a tad bit more feminine. Not that Leila wasn't she just wasn't Shane's type, even if she was adorable. But Shane felt obligated to spend her afternoon taking good care of the girl. It wasn't charity it was hospitality for almost killing her with her board. The skater chuckled at the girl who was describing fries in apparently new york city. <strong>"That's where I'm from."</strong><br><br>Helping her to her feet she asked her to wait right there, gathering her board and ipod Shane literally went to bite her board as she ran off towards her car. Which luckily was parked close by. Pulling up with her sunglasses on she beeped her horn at Leila and grinned. <strong>"Hop in." </strong> Shane patted the dashboard lovingly, ya the car was so her and she loved ever inch of it. Using her one finger to tip her sunglasses down and cock her brow at Leila.<strong> "This isn't a date baby, just delicious lunch."</strong><br><br>That indeed, Shane waited for her new friend by blunt force trauma to get inside and shut the door before she put the car in first gear and took off towards the exit of the school, shifting into second gear and lowering the volume on the cd player that was blaring some Violent Femmes. <strong>"It's pretty close by. Just around the corner actually."</strong> Taking the side street and making a left out of the JC campus, Shane drove about three city blocks before she pulled into a small parking lot near a building that said, <strong>"McCloud"</strong> In neon green letter. Putting the car in neutral she cut the ignition and climbed out of the car. Waiting on her friend to catch up before she opened the door to the pub giving her a tight lip trademark smile. <br><br>Finding a booth she slid in and waited for the waitress who took their orders. <strong>"I'll have um... whatever's awesome on tap. And a cheeseburger with everything and fries."</strong><br></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Jamison Clarke University </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mumzers</strong> on <strong>25-04-2016, 22:23:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/a8/95/7a/a8957a248354f0fc8d8c209406123314.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Robin Kriegsman <br><strong>Sortment:</strong> 1st Year Student - Newly Arrived<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Disgruntled<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> September 7th, 8:15am<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> ...<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Shane Harris<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room<br><hr><br>Robin watched Shane flop onto her bed and make herself comfortable.&nbsp; After three years, it would be ridiculous if she wasn't comfortable everywhere she was.&nbsp; But for Robin, everything her eyes touched on were new and not up to the standards she was used to.&nbsp; As Shane was saying something about rich kids pleasing their parents, Robin's mind had drifted towards the wall that her currently occupied bed laid against.&nbsp; A plain and sensible cement wall - it needs a mural.&nbsp; Shane flicked her butt out the window without regard to where it would land.&nbsp; Robin smiled, tucking a stray strand of hair out of her face and behind her ear.&nbsp; <strong>Gay limbo sounds like the place to be.</strong> Robin said under her breath while kicking her large duffle bag under her bed.<br><br><strong>Oh, yes, my heart aches for cock.</strong> Robin stared for a moment with a straight face - an eyebrow perched high on her forehead - before reaching to her belt buckle and undoing her belt, the sides dangling at her hips as she unbuttoned her pants.&nbsp; She bent down to retrieve her pants and made her way to the window with them.&nbsp; Out of the right pocket she pulled out a butterfly knife and pointed the edge inwards toward the seam of her belt strap.&nbsp; After a few moments of tearing apart stitches, she pulled free a clear glass pipe, a bag of papers, and a plastic bag full of half an inch across of pot.<br><br>Robin stood at the window in a tank top and a pair of camouflaged boy shorts that said, "Be All You Can Be In My Panties," as she packed the pipe and passed it to Shane.&nbsp; <strong>I never said I was bi.</strong> She said then sat at the foot of the bed with her back against the wall.&nbsp; <strong>Is it cool to light up here or is there someplace special to go?&nbsp; I need to be lit before I even consider what fun and fabulous elective awaits me.</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Have Rights Too. / Jamison Clarke Preparatory School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>26-04-2016, 00:32:34</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>You ever explore on <em>weed?</em></strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://media.vanityfair.com/photos/55771289ca2dc24e4d265df0/master/h_606,c_limit/ruby-rose-orange-is-the-new-black-02.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Shane Harris<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> 3rd year Bronze Student<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Lesbian<br><strong>Gender:</strong> Androgyne<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Very Puckish<br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 09|07|16 8:15 AM<br><strong>Location:</strong> location<br><strong>Content warning:</strong> <strong>Marijuana and possibly smut.</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Robin Kriegsman - <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br>Shane smoked from her cig, leaning against the windowsill but turned around so she could face Robin. Smirking after hearing her agreeing about her paradise of gay limbo up in Jamison Clarke. But she cocked her brow in amusement and wore a smirk as Robin replied sarcasticly to her comment on her sexuality whilst stripping out of her jeans. <br><br>To say that Shane got a hard-on would be an accurate description of the situation as it occurred. Red flags popped in her mind the moment the other woman pulled out a knife. Her blue eyes going wide and her heart racing. This chick was either officially crazy or about to get her world rocked by Shane Alexandra Harris. She paused a moment and her eyes darted towards the closed door then back again on Robin hoping she hadn't slept with the girl at one point and forgotten about her. Yes all kinds of bad shit was popping into her mind and the fight or flight instinct was kicking in. But as Robin started in on her belt Shane raised her brow some of the tension had released from her body watching Robin silently go to work clearly digging for something.<br><br>Belt, knife and pipe, so far Shane was concerned the woman was a heroin user. Shane smoked weed occasionally, once or twice she'd drop some X. Popping a pill for pain or sleep which was rare. But she did not touch the hard stuff. Feeling foolish now as Robin also pulled out some pot and sat on the bed packing a bowl handing it to her. <br><br>Shane was now back to being focused on Robin properly, the erection in her mind was back on and getting aroused by the long legged tatted brunette sitting casually on her bed leaning against the wall. <br><br>What was she doing again?<br><br>Oh right. The bowl in her hand. But first, she shrugged it off as quickly as she recovered, <strong>"eh, you give off that Bi vibe."</strong> The bronze student smirked, sitting on the bed beside Robin now as her baby blues drifted to the slope of her thighs where her boy short knickers met. Licking her lips distracted before she gaze at the woman and smirked. <br><br><strong>"We could explore anything you want." </strong><br><br>Her answer before she flicked her lighter at the bowl and sucked in the massive cloud of smoke into her lungs holding it and trying not to cough as she handed Robin the pipe with the lighter. Her eyes watering as she finally coughed up the massive Columbian smoke from her lungs. <strong>"Shit. That's some powerful shit."</strong><br><br>Shane's eyes watered as she rubbed them then focused and adjusted blinking as she gazed back at Robin's thighs. <strong>"Nice underwear."</strong><br><br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Jamison Clarke University </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mumzers</strong> on <strong>26-04-2016, 02:23:56</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>You ever explore on <em>weed?</em></strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://www.gotceleb.com/wp-content/uploads/celebrities/kat-von/d-latina-magazine-november-2013/Kat-Von-D:-Latina-Magazine--05.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Robin Kriegsman<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> 1st Year Bronze Student<br><strong>Age:</strong> 18<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Lesbian<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Relaxing...<br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 09|07|16 8:25 AM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> SHANE HARRIS - <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Robin could sense Shane's eyes upon her.&nbsp; She recognized the look on her face and the demeanor of her body.&nbsp; All that was needed was a little incentive from Robin and the first thing she'd know of this school is how Shane Harris tastes when wet.&nbsp; That was until she pulled out her knife and scared the living shit out of the woman on her bed.&nbsp; Bemused, she pretended not to see Shane's furtive glance to the door - calculating whether or not she could slip out before Robin could get to her.&nbsp; <br><br>After she was settled with her back to the wall and Shane was passing the pipe to her, she nodded.&nbsp; <strong>I've heard that before.&nbsp; About the bi-vibe, but guys rarely know what the hell they are doing and I'd rather sit back and enjoy rather than having to teach.</strong>&nbsp; She took a deep inhale and closed her eyes.&nbsp; The smoke burned her lungs and the pain - focused in one physical location - calmed her.&nbsp; Earlier, when her mother, brother and that dickwad had dropped her off, she felt like she was being pulled into every possible direction.&nbsp; But here - now - she felt centered in herself.&nbsp; She let the smoke out slowly after holding it as long as she could.&nbsp; Unlike Shane, Robin did cough.<br><br>It was powerful weed.&nbsp; It was consolidated and immediate.&nbsp; It would take Robin weeks to work her way through the dime bag she had and the knowledge that she had relief whenever she wanted it was comforting.&nbsp; <strong>I made them.&nbsp; The underwear.</strong>&nbsp; She twisted to show the words on her ass.&nbsp; The play on the Army slogan was geared towards her last girlfriend who joined the Army to escape the repercussions her stepfather would waste upon her as her supervisor.&nbsp; Robin knew going after his personal assistant was risky, but he never intended it to backfire on Carrie.&nbsp; It was only supposed to cause problems for Bryan and fucking the chick he felt was within his control was supposed to be a nice way to show her lack of affection for him.&nbsp; A welcome to the family gift, as it was.&nbsp; Bryan showed her in the end.&nbsp; Carrie is gone.&nbsp; <strong>I like to surround myself with validating life images.</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>She passed the pipe back to Shane and pointed her thumb to the wall behind her.&nbsp; <strong>I'm going to paint something here.&nbsp; Probably - no, most certainly - of you.</strong>&nbsp; Robin smiled widely before laying down next to Shane.&nbsp; <strong>You know there are ways to welcome me well...</strong>&nbsp; She bit her lip and looked at Shane's lips before lowering her head close to hers and lightly grazing her lips against Shane's.&nbsp; It was an invitation that she need not accept, but if she did....<br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Jamison Clarke University </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>26-04-2016, 02:47:36</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>You ever explore on <em>weed?</em></strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://media.vanityfair.com/photos/55771289ca2dc24e4d265df0/master/h_606,c_limit/ruby-rose-orange-is-the-new-black-02.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Shane Harris<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> 3rd year Bronze Student<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Lesbian<br><strong>Gender:</strong> Androgyne<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Very Puckish<br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 09|07|16 8:15 AM<br><strong>Location:</strong> location<br><strong>Content warning:</strong> <strong>Marijuana and smut.</strong><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Robin Kriegsman - <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br>Shane cocked her brow at Robin, a smirk playing on her lips with her comment about men in general. The delivish grin that appeared at the prospect that Robin was someone she was going to definately sleep with. Could you blame Shane? The woman had goals. Welcoming the student body and professors to the school and keeping them in check as much as possible. <strong>#Goals</strong> Shane Harris always got what she wanted. Currently Robin was teasing her enough to want that. <br><br>Yes.<br><br>There you go that was it, as she turned her ass to show Shane her sexy knickers she had made herself. Oh, Shane would wait to spank that ass. Licking her lips her eyes drifted down to her ass to gaze at the lush junk in the woman's trunk. Her fingers twitched as she gripped at her jeans and sighed out hard. She was high alright, lit and properly aroused. <strong>"Good job. Very Punny." </strong>Ah yes the play on words caused an amuse smirk to appear. <br><br>More red flags this time as Robin passed the pipe back to her and she lit the rest of the bowl contents taking a proper hit. Before setting on the windowsill. A painting on her wall of Shane? Lord this one was probably more crazy than hot. She wasn't sure but she was getting all sorts of alerts going off in her mind. <br><br>Raising her brow at her choice words and trying not to shift her eyes to the door once again. <strong>"Don't you think it's a bit too soon to want to paint my likeness on your wall? Besides, don't I have to pose or something? I can't sit still for too long, doll."</strong><br><br>Shane gave a nervous chuckle as Robin laid beside her and she turned her head to look at the girl. Blue eyes dilated and hazy as she gazed back at the new student and licked her lips when Robin's teeth sucked in her bottom lip biting it. Not moving from her position allowing the other woman to brush her lips against hers. Shane smirked and once again the red flags were gone as she cocked her brow in amusement, <strong>"Welcoming you that way was part of the plan."</strong><br><br>Turning towards Robin now to place her hand on the girl's waist and pull her close. Her full lips crushed Robin's in a heated kiss as her hand drag along her ass. Plans and goals, getting her out of those damn knickers for start.<br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Jamison Clarke University </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>21-12-2020, 02:52:03</strong>
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				<div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Continued from this post and updated to the correct date</div><div class="spoiler_body"><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Did you catch the <em>number</em> of that bus?</strong></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a8/8a/af/a88aafd1fb814b6a1dbc9524e77353ba.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Shane Harris<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the English Pub.<br><strong>Coming from:</strong> Shane's car<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> All Black, Tshirt, skinny jeans, chucks and sunglasses<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> Sept 2 | 11am<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Relaxed<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Leila (Angel Fire) <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br>Shane was chivalrous when it came to damsels in distress. Sure Leila wasn't the type of girl that Shane would go for, she liked her women a tad bit more feminine. Not that Leila wasn't she just wasn't Shane's type, even if she was adorable. But Shane felt obligated to spend her afternoon taking good care of the girl. It wasn't charity it was hospitality for almost killing her with her board. The skater chuckled at the girl who was describing fries in apparently new york city. <strong>"That's where I'm from."</strong><br><br>Helping her to her feet she asked her to wait right there, gathering her board and ipod Shane literally went to bite her board as she ran off towards her car. Which luckily was parked close by. Pulling up with her sunglasses on she beeped her horn at Leila and grinned. <strong>"Hop in." </strong> Shane patted the dashboard lovingly, ya the car was so her and she loved ever inch of it. Using her one finger to tip her sunglasses down and cock her brow at Leila.<strong> "This isn't a date baby, just delicious lunch."</strong><br><br>That indeed, Shane waited for her new friend by blunt force trauma to get inside and shut the door before she put the car in first gear and took off towards the exit of the school, shifting into second gear and lowering the volume on the cd player that was blaring some Violent Femmes. <strong>"It's pretty close by. Just around the corner actually."</strong> Taking the side street and making a left out of the JC campus, Shane drove about three city blocks before she pulled into a small parking lot near a building that said, <strong>"McCloud"</strong> In neon green letter. Putting the car in neutral she cut the ignition and climbed out of the car. Waiting on her friend to catch up before she opened the door to the pub giving her a tight lip trademark smile. <br><br>Finding a booth she slid in and waited for the waitress who took their orders. <strong>"I'll have um... whatever's awesome on tap. And a cheeseburger with everything and fries."</strong><br></span></span><br></div></div></div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Did you catch the <em>number</em> of that bus?</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://s3d3.turboimg.net/t1/16988269_Amra_Zadig__Voltaire_1.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Leila Kurjak<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the English Pub.<br><strong>Coming from:</strong> Shane's car<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> As shown in the pic<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Dec 19 | 11am<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Relieved<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Shane (mxyzptlk) <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><hr><br>As both women entered the restaurant, Leila was starting to think that this could be the start of a beautiful friendship at the very least.&nbsp; If things were to get on the kinky side, all the better.&nbsp; For now, she played it cool as she sat down and heard Shane's order for a beer and a cheeseburger and fries.&nbsp; Looking at the menu, Leila let out a soft gleeful sound as she discovered her beer of choice.&nbsp; The food, she was also in the mood for.<br><br><strong>"Ah like the Dark Guinness on tap, A double Cheeseburger... extra mayo, hold the pickles with chips on the side."</strong>&nbsp; Leila ordered.<br><br>"You mean French fries, do you?&nbsp; I sense that yer not from around here."&nbsp; The bartender corrected the young half Irish girl.<br><br><strong>"Humph.&nbsp; Yeah, Fries as ya Yankees call it."</strong>&nbsp; Leila rebutted as she looked away from the bartender while the person behind the bar walked away towards the kitchen.&nbsp; Looking back at Shane, she let out a snark remark of her own while speaking to her new friend.&nbsp; <strong>"Is everyone around here just as much of an arsehole as that guy is?&nbsp; Ah mean, he needs ta get laid, no question."</strong>&nbsp; She let out her observation, wondering how Shane would take the bluntness of her views.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Jamison Clarke University </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>26-12-2020, 12:33:58</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246261.msg15690975#msg15690975">Quote from: Angel Fire on 21-12-2020, 02:52:03</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Did you catch the <em>number</em> of that bus?</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://s3d3.turboimg.net/t1/16988269_Amra_Zadig__Voltaire_1.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Leila Kurjak<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the English Pub.<br><strong>Coming from:</strong> Shane's car<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> As shown in the pic<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Dec 19 | 11am<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Relieved<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Shane (mxyzptlk) <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><hr><br>As both women entered the restaurant, Leila was starting to think that this could be the start of a beautiful friendship at the very least.&nbsp; If things were to get on the kinky side, all the better.&nbsp; For now, she played it cool as she sat down and heard Shane's order for a beer and a cheeseburger and fries.&nbsp; Looking at the menu, Leila let out a soft gleeful sound as she discovered her beer of choice.&nbsp; The food, she was also in the mood for.<br><br><strong>"Ah like the Dark Guinness on tap, A double Cheeseburger... extra mayo, hold the pickles with chips on the side."</strong>&nbsp; Leila ordered.<br><br>"You mean French fries, do you?&nbsp; I sense that yer not from around here."&nbsp; The bartender corrected the young half Irish girl.<br><br><strong>"Humph.&nbsp; Yeah, Fries as ya Yankees call it."</strong>&nbsp; Leila rebutted as she looked away from the bartender while the person behind the bar walked away towards the kitchen.&nbsp; Looking back at Shane, she let out a snark remark of her own while speaking to her new friend.&nbsp; <strong>"Is everyone around here just as much of an arsehole as that guy is?&nbsp; Ah mean, he needs ta get laid, no question."</strong>&nbsp; She let out her observation, wondering how Shane would take the bluntness of her views.<br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Did you catch the <em>number</em> of that bus?</strong></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a8/8a/af/a88aafd1fb814b6a1dbc9524e77353ba.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Shane Harris<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the English Pub.<br><strong>Coming from:</strong> Shane's car<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> All Black, Tshirt, skinny jeans, chucks and sunglasses<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> dec 19| 11am<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Relaxed<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Leila (Angel Fire) <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br>shane raised her brow as her new drive by <del>victim</del> friend ordered and the waiter decided to mansplain to her. we hate that as gay girls just so you know. at least shane hated that anyways she gave the guy an annoyed expression like side eyed him and everything. before he finished their order looked like he was chuckling as he walked away. the brunette was glad that her new friend spoke up because she was abo&nbsp; it to blow a head gasket at the audacity of the man.<br><br>“son of a bitch. what a dick.” was her response in a growl as she gripped the table edges hard and she wanted to bang her head against the table or get up and punch the guy really. “not everyone clearly, i can’t apologize for his sex but i can apologize for his species and nationally we aren’t all assholes.” she gave leila her best self deprecating smile with a nod. “of course not counting the ones that run girl’s over on skateboards.”<br><br>she snickered a little and the asshole returned with their beers two guiness’ on tap. shane was fine by that as she took a long pull from her mug she didn’t even bother thanking the asshat waiter. licking her lips she swallowed, “ahh refreshing. i’m sure it’s possible water compared to what you’re used to but you know it’s better than the domestic crap we have on tap.” the skater grinned at her new dinner companion then asked leila the question she’d been longing to ask and shane’s writer wasn’t sure if she he asked already but we are going with it. “so the program, i’ll tell you mine if you tell me your reason for being here.” she wagered her brow raised abs a playful smirk playing on her lips. her crystal blue orbs on displayed of course because she wasn’t a douchebag and removed her sunglasses when they entered the establishment. <br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Jamison Clarke University </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>27-12-2020, 17:14:47</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246261.msg15696235#msg15696235">Quote from: Mxyzptlk on 26-12-2020, 12:33:58</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Did you catch the <em>number</em> of that bus?</strong></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a8/8a/af/a88aafd1fb814b6a1dbc9524e77353ba.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Shane Harris<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the English Pub.<br><strong>Coming from:</strong> Shane's car<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> All Black, Tshirt, skinny jeans, chucks and sunglasses<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> dec 19| 11am<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Relaxed<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Leila (Angel Fire) <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br>shane raised her brow as her new drive by <del>victim</del> friend ordered and the waiter decided to mansplain to her. we hate that as gay girls just so you know. at least shane hated that anyways she gave the guy an annoyed expression like side eyed him and everything. before he finished their order looked like he was chuckling as he walked away. the brunette was glad that her new friend spoke up because she was abo&nbsp; it to blow a head gasket at the audacity of the man.<br><br>“son of a bitch. what a dick.” was her response in a growl as she gripped the table edges hard and she wanted to bang her head against the table or get up and punch the guy really. “not everyone clearly, i can’t apologize for his sex but i can apologize for his species and nationally we aren’t all assholes.” she gave leila her best self deprecating smile with a nod. “of course not counting the ones that run girl’s over on skateboards.”<br><br>she snickered a little and the asshole returned with their beers two guiness’ on tap. shane was fine by that as she took a long pull from her mug she didn’t even bother thanking the asshat waiter. licking her lips she swallowed, “ahh refreshing. i’m sure it’s possible water compared to what you’re used to but you know it’s better than the domestic crap we have on tap.” the skater grinned at her new dinner companion then asked leila the question she’d been longing to ask and shane’s writer wasn’t sure if she he asked already but we are going with it. “so the program, i’ll tell you mine if you tell me your reason for being here.” she wagered her brow raised abs a playful smirk playing on her lips. her crystal blue orbs on displayed of course because she wasn’t a douchebag and removed her sunglasses when they entered the establishment. <br></span></span><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Did you catch the <em>number</em> of that bus?</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://s3d3.turboimg.net/t1/16988269_Amra_Zadig__Voltaire_1.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Leila Kurjak<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the English Pub.<br><strong>Coming from:</strong> Shane's car<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> As shown in the pic<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Dec 19 | 11am<br><strong>Mood:</strong> A little miffed but chilling with a pint and a new friend<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Shane (mxyzptlk) <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><hr><br>Leila heard Shane's comments as she was glad that her new friend also was someone who would speak their mind when the right time comes.&nbsp; Yes, men were assholes to her and some women could be as well, but from what she could see, Shane clearly was not the type of person to be an asshole.&nbsp; "Ah wouldn't say that, lass.&nbsp; If ya were an arsehole, Ah bet that ya probably would have just scampered off down the alley without sayin 'Cheers' or anything like that after Ah ran into ya."<br><br>She let out a small snicker as well when the two Guinesses came.&nbsp; She gave the waiter a dreadful stare as he just left without a word.&nbsp; Taking a small sip of her beer, she let out just as small of an "ahh" sound coming out of her mouth.&nbsp; She looked back at Shane after her possible water comment and let out a small snicker.&nbsp; "Guinness can pack a whallop on ya... but this is a watered down version of it for sure.&nbsp; Back home in Dublin, this would be at least three times more potent... and more tasteful."&nbsp; She admitted as she took another swig of the beer.<br><br>By this time, she could finally see Shane's captivating blue eyes.&nbsp; Lucklily, she did not have any beer in her mouth our she would have shuddered on the spot and probably spit it out.&nbsp; Those eyes had her very mesmerized as she wanted to say something about them... but it was Shane that beat her to the punch by asking the question that the girl seemed to find the courage to ask.&nbsp; Seeing Shane licking her lips, she was now certain that Shane was one of us so she was feeling very relieved to answer it.&nbsp; "Sure, that would be grand."&nbsp; She erplied back as a mixed feelings of pleasure and sorrow ran down her face.&nbsp; "Long story short, Ah was going out with a beaut of a lass named Dani.&nbsp; Ah was getting close to her... and Ah mean, really close to her.&nbsp; Sometimes we would sneak off a peck when ma Mum wasn't watching and hold hands secretly.&nbsp; Ah thought that Ah was in love with her.&nbsp; Ah finally get the courage to get down and do the nasty with her in mah bed.&nbsp; Everything was off of us, including our knickers.&nbsp; We were shown as only a divine being was meant to show us.&nbsp; Ah thought that mah Mum was off on a long business trip.&nbsp; She's the owner of a brewing company back home.&nbsp; Anyhew, Ah was just about to get into her box when all of the sudden, the door opened and Ah hear mah Mum screaming, 'Leila Sonia!&nbsp; You get off of her right this instant!'&nbsp; Ah was mortified that Ah was caught flat naked.&nbsp; It was a day later that mah Mum told me, 'Get off to this school in the States and get straight or no inheritance for ya.&nbsp; Ta please mah Mum, here Ah am... but Ah still fancy the lasses, that will not change in me one bit."&nbsp; She finished as she let out a small smile at the end while taking a sip of her beer.<br><br>The food finally came out as it was piping hot.&nbsp; The aroma of cheeseburgers and fries surrounded them as she waited for the food to cool off and let Shane get her reaction to Leila's story out.&nbsp; "All right, lass, yer turn to tell me your novel."&nbsp; She offered as she finally took the first bite of her chips.
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