We have Rights Too. / Raina Library and Cafe
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				Title: <strong>We have Rights Too. / Raina Library and Cafe </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>25-03-2016, 21:15:46</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>The Doctor Vinod Raina Library and Cafe</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><em>The two-level campus library invites you to sit and stay for hours. <br>There are reading nooks, on the second floor, as well as armchairs <br>and two and four seater tables throughout. The cafe is open <br>24 hours, for the avid bookworm.</em></strong></span></span><br><br><br>(http://i869.photobucket.com/albums/ab254/Elli_q/tumblr_ntwrxiQt5X1rj8s41o5_1280_zpsolv6gqzu.jpg)<br>(http://i869.photobucket.com/albums/ab254/Elli_q/Cafebreria%20El%20Pendulo%20-%20%20_zpswu5w0hki.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><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><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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Raina Library and Cafe </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>25-03-2016, 23:11:34</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">nor·mal·i·ty</span></span></strong></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://wmfeeddotme.files.wordpress.com/2015/04/stephen-james-mens-health-spain-april-2015-photo-shoot-003.jpg?w=438&amp;h=575&amp;crop=1)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Revelin Towler<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Student: Silver <br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Try-sexual <br><strong>Mood:</strong> Distracted and grumpy<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>[Open]</span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Revelin Towler had a mind to change his courses all together from business development, to neuroscience. If only to find out why things changed, discipline wise. When you're a misbehaving child, the adults take things away from you. But when you get older, punishment is doled out with things piled up for you. It didn't make sense. Revelin hated both means of discipline. But the former seemed more manageable. The fact that it did little to alter his life much was always the preferred method of punishment. He supposed it was his own fault for allowing his father the ammunition to get to him. This way, Revelin was kept on a tight leash <em>and</em> being productive for the family. It brought him to a new level of self loathing that he had never stooped to before. <br><br>He had two big books swinging on his side in one hand, while the other was skimming the economics section. <em><strong>"The most boring fucking books in the world."</strong></em> He mumbled to himself. His phone kept chiming in his pocket. He knew the assigned tone well. Which was why he made no attempts to answer back. Besides that particular annoyance, there were a table of girls towards the end of the isle he was standing in. One of them had a laugh like a hippopotamus dying, and it kept getting louder and louder. His jaw clenched as he gave them the eye. All the while wishing he had some gorilla tape for that laughing slag's mouth. <br><br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Raina Library and Cafe </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>26-03-2016, 03:45:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/29300000/-French-Kate-ian-somerhalder-and-nina-dobrev-29328821-484-474.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eros Towler<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Outsider<br><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Mood:</strong> <br><strong>Calling:</strong> Revelin (rp tag still opened)<br><hr><br><em>Dailing Revelin......</em><br><br><strong>Connected</strong><br><br>"Well little brother? I'm still waiting on an update."<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>ErisXfrost</strong> on <strong>26-03-2016, 04:33:46</strong>
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				<br>(http://rs884.pbsrc.com/albums/ac45/mikamed/936full-andrej-pejic.jpg~c200)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Ebony Rain<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Bronze Student<br><strong>Age:</strong> 18<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> gay<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Library Relief (Rev, open?)<br><br><hr><hr><br><br><br>He was honestly bored. The walls of the school didn’t hold much entertainment for the boy, and so he resorted to hiding within the musty library. It wasn’t the worst place to be; the library was honestly one of Ebony’s favorite places, and he would often times see it as a sanctuary. Still, he couldn’t get rid of this ‘dull’ feeling that burned inside-- it almost felt like he had a caged animal inside of him, and it was clawing at him to be released upon the world. He grumbled, and slowly would move to place a cigarette within his mouth. He flicked his lighter-- a hello-kitty themed thing, which would seem to match his zombie-kitty look--- and brought it up to light that cherry-scented cigarette. <br><br>His crystal-like eyes had tried to focus upon a book. It was some little thing about aquatic-ecosystems, with some pages dedicated to amphibian biology-- not exactly ‘light reading’, but it would keep the boy interested. Animals had always been a passion for the boy-- especially aquatic and semi-aquatic ones-- so he would never pass up a chance to read something about them. With that being said, even this couldn’t bring the boy ‘relief’. The words would seem to blend together, and his pink and black nails would seem to tap with some minor annoyance. Finally, he let out a soft growl-- it probably was audible, but he couldn’t honestly bring himself to care. <br><br>With a ‘thud’ the book would close, and the boy would stamp out his spent cigarette upon a tray in the window. “Have it your way...” He grumbled out; speaking to the book, as if it was the reason why the boy couldn’t get through. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Raina Library and Cafe </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerevan</strong> on <strong>02-04-2016, 07:17:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://41.media.tumblr.com/0a098e1d9077844afcdb29fcbc1fee73/tumblr_o4cpqqq3lf1saikalo6_250.png)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Autumn Towler<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Outsider - University Student<br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Opportunistic <br><strong>Mood:</strong> Mischievous<br><strong>Date:</strong> Mid-Week (TBD)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Revelin Towler</span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>God</em>, it had just been the <em>worst</em> day.<br><br>Autumn had the distinct feeling she’d missed a question on her economics exam. In the grand scheme, perhaps not the worst thing, given that she would still doubtlessly receive the highest grade in the class. But she’d managed a perfect score on the last exam and it would be a damned shame to receive anything less on this one.<br><br>Of course that might’ve been managed if she’d not then had to deal with the whining of her latest boy toy who didn’t seem to realize she was <em>done</em> with him. Why, she’d asked him, would she be interested after he’d wrapped his cherry red Ferrari around a light pole? That had made <em>him</em> turn cherry red and yell that she was a bitch. Which, yes, she was. But that didn’t excuse him screaming at her. Dreadfully crass, that.<br><br>To top all of that off, she’d had to field a call from Eros that left her feeling shaky and out of sorts. It wasn’t as though he weren’t often disappointed in or irritated towards her. If she had to wager she’d say he was like that a good third of the time they interacted. But that didn’t make it any easier to deal with.<br><br>With all that, was it any wonder she’d found herself here? Slipping onto campus was easy. Checking with the fellow who lived next door to Revie led her to the library. After that, she simply had to prowl the stacks until she discovered him. Ironically enough, it was in the economics section that she finally found him. The broad shoulders and tousled hair were easy to identify, even from the back, and of course that “twin sense” meant that she would’ve known him blind.<br><br>As she crept closer, she noticed he seemed tense. Very, very tense. If she had to guess, it would be on account of the twat laughing her head off at god only knew what. Autumn rolled her eyes but grinned mischievously to realize that her steps were well masked by the noise.<br><br>Once she was within arms reach of him, she slid her hands around his waist, pulling herself toward him. Slender arms wrapped around him in an easy embrace even as she nudged her nose gently against his shoulder blade. “Revie,” she cooed. “Guess who?”</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Raina Library and Cafe </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>10-04-2016, 06:16:26</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">nor·mal·i·ty</span></span></strong></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://wmfeeddotme.files.wordpress.com/2015/04/stephen-james-mens-health-spain-april-2015-photo-shoot-003.jpg?w=438&amp;h=575&amp;crop=1)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Revelin Towler<br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Knackered <br><strong>Date|Time:</strong> Mid-Week|Fall Term|Late morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Autumn, Ebony (eventually), Eros to VM&nbsp; &gt;:)<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Most likely Eros and Fox<br><strong>Other:</strong> <span class="bbc_u">No one in school knows Autumn. No one knows that she is Revelin's sister.</span><br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Incest</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><em>Cheeky bastard.</em> The label would be written on Rev's tombstone, if he ever had one. As far as he remembered, the assigned ringtone of the person calling belonged to his sanctimonious father. Throughout the week, he had been calling and badgering Revelin about keeping his record clean. He texted him at least five times a day about keeping class times. Who the eff taught him how to use text messaging properly?! <em>Eros.</em> <br><br>Instead of taking it lying down, Revelin chose to have a little fun with the old stiff. He set his voicemail up to sound like a conversation. It had the musings of a realistic go about. There were pauses in perfect places, '<em>mmmhmms</em>' and '<em>yeah whatevers</em>' where he would usually say them. There was even the static noise and then a string of, "I'm sorry, who did you say this was again? ... Once more?" the message finally ended with a hearty, "Ahh, leave a message you posh tosser." The <strong><em>beeeeep</em></strong> at the end was like a middle finger to the man. Revelin almost wished he could see his father's face when all of this was happening. Once he decided to listen to his voicemail, he'd reckon what all of the fuss was about. For now, his mobile was getting a good muting. Seeing as how it was only adding to the audio assault upon his ears.&nbsp; <br><br>From a young age, Revelin's hearing became hypersensitive. It had to be, when you grew up with a brother as unpredictable as Eros. It did help him attune to his surroundings faster. But when so many things were calling attention to his ears, it was difficult to focus on what was nearby. His ears decided to hear the boom of a book being closed, amid the dying hippo still guffawing. To the unsavory noise of the latter, Revelin let out a plaintive groan. He clenched the fist of his free hand, ready to slam it into the shelf at any given moment.<br><br>Rev's eyes widened as he felt the heat of a warm body pressing into his back. For some reason he felt like he was going to get in trouble for cheating, until he realized, he wasn't dating anyone in Jamison. Looking down at the hands that delicately gripped his midsection, Rev's temper simmered. The all too familiar "Revie," confirmed his assumption. <br><br>He set his books down, vertically in an opening in one of the shelves. Then with carefulness, he did a slow spin. Coaxing Autumn's arms to stay where they were. Both hands tangled into the tendrils of her hair, just behind her ears. <strong>"Hello Poppet."</strong> He tilted her head up, slightly, to inspect her expression for a few breaths. Then gave her a soft kiss on the forehead. <strong>"Are we skipping Uni today?"</strong> <br><br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Raina Library and Cafe </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>10-04-2016, 08:06:07</strong>
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				<div align="center"><div align="center">(http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/29300000/-French-Kate-ian-somerhalder-and-nina-dobrev-29328821-484-474.jpg)</div></div><div align="center"><em>Connected to Revelin</em><br><br>"What do you mean, mhm?<br>Are you even listening to me?"<br><br><em>pauses and frowns</em><br><br>"It's Eros you twat."<br><br><em>Growls</em><br><br>"Hades, are you hard of hearing? <br>clean your bloody ears!"<br><br><em>goes silent then sneers as he holds the phone to his mouth and snarls at it.</em><br><br>"Listen to me you wanker. When I get my <br>bloody hands on you I will make you wish<br>you were never born."<br><br><em>Through gritted teeth flings the phone against the wall hard to end the call.</em> </div><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Raina Library and Cafe </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>12-04-2016, 17:28:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/9778482/740full-emeraude-toubia.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: courier new;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Ezra Bardhi<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> First Year | Bronze Student <br><strong>Age:</strong> 18<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Whatever the fuck she feels like<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Amused + A touch impatient<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> September 19th | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> In line at the Cafe<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Red Nike Yoga pants, white tank top, sneakers, black hoodie<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Diego-NPC classmate, <strong>Open</strong></span><hr><span style="font-family: palatino linotype;" class="bbc_font">Ezra saw him coming the moment he spotted her and altered his intended course just to come over to where she stood waiting in line. You'd have thought she was waving him down the way he changed directions so quickly and nearly knocked over some poor girl in the process but whatever. Five minutes later (ok, a slight exaggeration) when he'd finally picked up his glasses and helped make sure the girl he'd tried to run over was okay, Ezra was still standing in line with her earbuds in wishing he hadn't spotted her waiting in line. <br><br>"H-Hey Ezra!"<br><br>She'd planned to ignore him but as close as he'd come to damn near yelling her name just now... Ezra barely resisted rolling her eyes and shifted her weight, her eyes swing over to land on Diego with an immediate intensity that tended to make quite a lot of folks squirm even while she worked up a smile for him. "Hi Diego." She said his name as if there was more between them than having shown up to the same class or two for the semester and watched as her objective was achieved in a matter of heartbeats.<br><br>Diego's mouth moved but not a sound came out and, unable to help herself, Ezra laughed. "Well... okay then, I guess I'll see you later <em>tonight</em>, right?" Her spazzy classmate only managed to swallow and nod which was enough to prompt her to give a little fingerwave before she very pointedly turned to face straight ahead, dismissing him altogether. Mentally she was hoping he took the hint while also wondering who the hell was holding up the line. Because if she had to wait here long enough for some other poor unfortunate soul to come and mouth breathe at her she was going to get pissed. <br><br>Seriously though, what the hell was the hold up?!<br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Raina Library and Cafe </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerevan</strong> on <strong>15-04-2016, 03:10:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://41.media.tumblr.com/0a098e1d9077844afcdb29fcbc1fee73/tumblr_o4cpqqq3lf1saikalo6_250.png)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Autumn Towler<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Outsider - University Student<br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Opportunistic <br><strong>Mood:</strong> Mischievous<br><strong>Date:</strong> Mid-Week (TBD)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Revelin Towler | Ebony Rain | Open<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Incest AF</span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">It was perhaps a bit of narcissism—but really, who could better afford narcissism than she?—but Autumn thought that she had rather a good effect on Revie. After all, if was entirely because of her that he wasn’t likely to go punching someone in the face over the fact that they were being classless twats, wasn’t it? They’d never know it but they really had her to thank for the fact that they wouldn’t be forced to hide in the nurse’s office.<br><br>“Hello, poppet.” Looking up into his blue eyes, a paler and more ghostlike hue than her own that was nonetheless one of the most familiar sights in the world, she allowed a bright, genuine smile to touch her lips. His hands cradled her head sweetly and she felt the worst of the tension she’d been carrying with her melt away. Oh, fine, she could admit that he was just as good for her and she could be for him. If she were being honest, perhaps even a bit better. Autumn’s eyes closed briefly as his lips touched her forehead. “Are we skipping Uni today?”<br><br>Humming quietly in her throat, she pressed her body into his a bit more firmly. “I suppose,” she said. There was something of a pout in her voice. Clearly not directed at him, for she’d already begun to knead at his shoulders like a cat, slowly working away whatever small tensions she found. “I have a class this afternoon but it’s sure to be <em>dreadfully</em> dull. I hardly see the point of going if the professor can’t even be bothered to be interesting.”<br><br>To anyone who knew her as well as Revie, the layers of her words would be obvious. Yes, she was bored by the class, but something else had bothered her to drive her all the way into his arms rather than causing her to remain on campus and torment the professor in question. Still, just because it was obvious enough and even she knew that he’d read her like a book, didn’t mean that she had to dwell on it. Not when she was here, with him, and it would be so easy to simply forget it all.<br><br>She paused, then, with a mischievous smile she went onto her toes. “Want to come with?” Her lips brushed the spot where his jaw met his ear, teeth tugging oh-so-briefly at his earlobe, before settling back onto her heels. “I promise I can make it worth your while~”</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Raina Library and Cafe </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>16-04-2016, 19:55:43</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>The face is familiar but the body has changed</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://graphicpolicy.files.wordpress.com/2015/09/karen004.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Dawn Murrayfield (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246517.msg12230219#msg12230219)<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Bronze Freshman Student<br><strong>Age:</strong> 20<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Gay<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Surprised (notice a theme here?)<br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> tbc?<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Cafe, A table, waiting for someone (hopefully)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As photo<br><strong>tagging</strong> Ezra (Kokaine), Leila (Angel Fire) (Mentioned in the hope she'll show up)&nbsp; <strong><em>[OPEN]</em></strong> <br></span><br><hr><br>Dawn was waiting. The girl from the party was supposed to be meeting her here, she hoped... Well, Dawn wasn't going to go all mopy and sulky if Leila didn't show up, but she was certainly hoping that she would. She sipped her coke and nibbled on her fries in the hope that the girl she had her heart set on was going to show up and they could actually eat together. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246501.msg12235104#msg12235104">Quote from: Kokaine on 12-04-2016, 17:28:22</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"H-Hey Ezra!"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The shout made her (and most of the rest of the café's clientèle) look up. The first thing she noticed was some fat guy arguing with the teller over the price of his three meals. Apparently, she was trying to charge him for the total amount on his plate and he was arguing that he should be getting some sort of bulk discount.... At least that was what her over-active imagination told her, seeing as she couldn't actually hear what was being said and couldn't lip-read. But then her attention was drawn to the source of the shout. Some geek was trying to chat up a total hottie. <br><br>"Yeah, good luck with that, buster", she muttered to herself. "I'd stand a better chance than y...." Her mouth dropped open as the woman turned to face her. "Holy shit! I'd know that face anywhere..... And now I'm talking to myself, great!"<br><br>But it was true. The geek had called the woman Ezra. Ezra Bardhi, a blast from the past... <br><br>She hadn't thought of Ezra for years. It had been her first experience of lesbian sex, with a firebrand of a kid who had made her realise that no man could ever satisfy her. The affair had been brief and fun, and then her parents had dragged her, kicking and screaming, back to Kentucky and she'd never seen the girl again.<br><br>She was staring, Oh God! She was staring at her old flame from years ago... She looked away, back to her fries. Too late. Far too late.
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Raina Library and Cafe </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>17-04-2016, 00:47:27</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>The face is familiar but the body has changed</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QAXBaE4S50w/VPb_tO50R8I/AAAAAAAAkT8/7g3-7VpA774/s1600/b_2381_174612.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Leila Kurjak<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Bronze Freshman Student<br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Gay<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Regretful but hopefully happy<br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> tbc?<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Cafe, Just entering into the front door<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As photo<br><strong>tagging</strong> Dawn (Chrystal), Ezra (Kokaine)&nbsp; <strong><em>[OPEN]</em></strong> <br></span><br><hr><br>Leila could not believe that she almost missed her text reminder about meeting Dawn over the cafe.&nbsp; She tried her best to get herself together and find the first outfit that would suit her style.. The top of her hair was still slightly a mess but it seemed to her that Dawn loved that look.&nbsp; At least that was one less thing to worry about as she grabbed her small carry bag and rushed over towards the cafe.<br><br>"Don't be late... don't be late."&nbsp; She huffed and puffed as she ran all the way across the campus to finally reach the front door.&nbsp; It took her a couple of moments for her to catch her breath but as she was entering the cafe, she almost went smack into the fat man thast had his three orders on one tray.&nbsp; "Sorry, mate."&nbsp; She admitted as she looked around the cafe to find the woman of her dreams.&nbsp; It took her a bit to find her but the delicious redhead was very hard to miss in the cafe.<br><br>Waving her hands up, she couldn't help but to let out a soft whistling sound that a morning bird would make.&nbsp; She hoped that her signal would be just enough to alert Dawn of her arrival as she waited for the recognition to sweetly come.
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Raina Library and Cafe </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiNxy</strong> on <strong>19-04-2016, 03:36:30</strong>
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				<hr><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"The Dewie Decimal Dilemma"</span></strong></span> </div><hr> <hr><div class="floatleft">(http://img2-ak.lst.fm/i/u/770x0/170aebbb4227403d8c9778599a42051c.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>NAME: </strong> Elijah Montero<br><strong>AGE:</strong> 21<br><strong>LOCATION &amp; TIME:</strong> Second Floor, Raina Library| 9/9/16 8:05 PM<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Antonie Jepson&nbsp; <em><strong>CLOSED</strong></em></span></span><br><br><br><hr><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><br>Ok. It had been a week. A <em>long</em>&nbsp; week, mind you, but a week, nonetheless. He'd hit up a few parties, graced a few familiar dorm rooms with his presence, but he still couldn't get the stuttering string bean out of his head. The fuck was the matter with him? Slipping dusty, dilapidated books back into their stacks distractedly, he tried to think of something else... <em>anything else</em>... besides Antonie and his magnetic pull. He had mountains of tedious assignments going undone in his fixation. Not like him at all, mind you. He was the golden boy, aside from his refusal to switch from dick. Deadlines were his life, even with a party hearty zest for life. <br><br>This week? He'd already missed three different periods' daily question and answer dealios, and he'd totally fucked off on that paper about The War of the Roses. A war, might he remind you, that had all sorts of romantic dalliances and political intrigue. He normally would've eaten that shit, up! But, nooooo... not this fucking week. Instead, he got to shift restlessly in class. He got to glance around corridors to see if Cutie McAdorable was barreling his way. He got to try and coerce the Admissions staff into giving him hints about the elusive students' class schedule, so he could 'accidentally' go limb to limb with him, again. <br><br>Not a single hair atop that fantasy inspiring head had been seen... ALL. WEEK. It was infuriating! It was for the best, honestly, because he wasn't exactly great at the whole relationship longer than a few blinks nonsense... But, that didn't mean he wasn't pissed at himself for hanging on this guy's every nonexistent action. He just had to see him one more time. Make sure that those ridiculous thoughts were just that.. thoughts. Putting him on a pedestal and admiring his hopefully hung loins from afar. Just one glance. <br><br>So, he waited. All students had to hit the library <em>sometime]</em>&nbsp; right? Shifting around the next aisle with his dark eyes peeking through the cracks, he feigned an interested once over of "Whittaker's Guide to Gas Grills: Man Food." Great. A quick reference guide to go over whenever he was on his knees, ready to beat some thick meat into submission. <br><br><br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Raina Library and Cafe </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ajtrue</strong> on <strong>24-04-2016, 22:45:32</strong>
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				<hr><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"The Dewie Decimal Dilemma"</span></strong></span> </div><hr> <hr><div class="floatleft">(http://cdni.condenast.co.uk/1280x1920/k_n/nicholas-hoult-vogue-june-2015-4-scott-trindle_b.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>NAME: </strong> Elijah Montero<br><strong>AGE:</strong> 21<br><strong>LOCATION &amp; TIME:</strong> Second Floor, Raina Library| 9/9/16 8:05 PM<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Elijah Montero<em><strong>CLOSED</strong></em></span></span><br><br><hr><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">He walked through the door to the library, his mind firmly entrenched in the problem he’d be having with the combustion levels of the fuel he’d been working on. It was aggravating in the extreme. Tonie reached up and curled the fingers of one hand around the back of his neck, giving the tightened muscles there a tight squeeze before dropping his hand again.<br><br>He’d spent numerous hours in the lab – after he finally forced himself to head back to Gottwald forty eight hours after “the encounter” – and still nothing. His lack of progress was driving him almost as insane as the loss of the forty eight hours of work he'd allowed before rational thought kicked back in and he talked himself into going back. The missing section of his formula had even started to interfere with his sleep schedule which was not acceptable. And this last time he'd been in the lab, he’d almost singed his eye brows off. Not to mention the distinct possibility that he'd narrowly escaped setting his clothes and hair on fire. That was when Tonie had grudgingly admitted defeat and headed back to the library in the hopes that his missing books had been returned.<br><br>That would be what someone would do if they had books that didn't belong to them and hadn't returned them to the hands of the original owner right? Tonie had been unsure in those first few days whether he'd wanted Elijah to find him or not. But the loss of those books was starting to out weigh his embarrassment and confusion. And since Elijah Montero <em>hadn't</em> found him to return the books, perhaps he'd dropped them back at the library and they'd been re-shelved. Sure, if this was the case he might have to do a little fast talking about why <em>he</em> hadn’t returned them but whatever. He needed those books. Tonie only hoped that Eli – just thinking the other’s guys name brought a tingling sensation to Tonie’s lips he had to draw in a deep breath to power past – had thought to return them.<br><br>It was Tonie’s fervent hope to put off speaking the students doing work study behind the desk – the ignoramuses could never figure out what he was looking for when he asked – so he headed straight for the section of the library where he knew the books lived. It was tucked back in the stacks in the dusty far reaches of the cavernous library. This was one of the things that made his sojourn back at least a little less miserable. The far reaches of the library were usually deserted and he could find all sorts of information to feed his mind.<br><br>Cutting through the tables set out prominently in the middle of the space and past the cozy little seating areas that were supposed to entice the students to spend time studying, Tonie instead made a b-line for the stacks. The back pack slung over his shoulder contained everything he’d need to spend several hours tucked in one of the little seldomly used cubicles in the back: water, his tablet, paper and pens (in case he was feeling old school), a couple of granola bars and a battery operated clip light he'd found useful. He was all set.<br><br>While it might be dark and dusty, Tonie liked the anonymity and peace the space offered him. His backpack shifted and he hitched his step to seat the arm of the weighty bag slightly higher on his shoulder. The action made the toe of his opposite shoe catch on the leg of a chair he was passing. Tonie stumbled, jostling the chair he reached out to grab to prevent falling and striking the ladder back against the wood study table with a loud <em>clack</em>.<br><br>From his peripheral, Tonie noted several people pause to look up at him. <br><br><em>The boiling point of Mercury is 674.1°fahrenheit. To convert fahrenheit to Celsius, you divide by 1.8, then subtract 32 or use the equation T<sub>(°C)</sub> = (T<sub>(°F)</sub> - 32) / 1.8. Thus Mercury boils at 356.7°Celsius. If you add 273.15 or use the formula T<sub>(K)</sub> = T<sub>(°C)</sub> + 273.15, you receive the Kelvin temperature equivalent. In this case, 629.85K.</em><br><br>These thoughts helped him keep the flush from his cheeks as ducking his head, Tonie hurried toward the back of the library. Or at least he fervently hoped it did. Heaving a figurative sigh of relief, Tonie he disappeared around the first of the shelves comprising the stacks and slipped out of sight.</span></span> <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Raina Library and Cafe </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peripherie</strong> on <strong>25-04-2016, 11:49:23</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Addicted to that old Book Smell</strong></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/DcLnexj.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Wyatt Gallo<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Postgrad<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> October 4, 10:00 p.m.<br><strong>Location: </strong> 2nd floor stacks<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Getting over recent social ineptness by doing what he does best, research<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Wil Holmes<em><strong> [closed]</strong></em><hr><br>The library at JCPU elicited mixed feelings from Wyatt. It was a library full of books, which were so much easier to interact with than regular people. But it was also very modern, full of convenience and vivid movement. For him, back and at home and at the university where he got his undergrad, libraries were clinical and quiet - perhaps just the tad bit chilly. And Wyatt had come to expect and rely on the sharp corners and emptiness. <br><br>Luckily for him the research wing was on the second floor in a less glamorous corner. He set his worn leather satchel down at one of the back tables near a window and went to look up a periodical he needed for a upcoming paper. He probably could have downloaded it online, that was in fact how he had looked it up back at his apartment before coming over, but that wasn't the point really. There was a ritual and a process that made writing such a joy for him. it was the closest thing he really had to the hunt. Finding that one obscure article millions of bindings was a small thrill, but one he enjoyed none the less. <br><br>He pulled a crumpled sticky note from his pocket and began to stroll down the isles towards where the English Literature periodicals could be. He needed Volume three, Issue six of the <acronym title="European Journal of English Language and Literature Studies">EJELLS</acronym>. It had an interesting article about vulnerability in writing. Something he had found recently to be a tricky subject indeed. Wyatt let his fingers trail along the spines of the books as he walked down the aisle, settling on the collection he needed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Raina Library and Cafe </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>26-04-2016, 01:31:47</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Addicted to that old Book Smell</strong></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20131031203615/challens-original-character/images/f/f9/Emily_bett_rickards.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Wilhelmina "Wil" Holms<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Graduate Student<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Calm, quiet, centered<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> black tee, jeans, sneakers and a hoodie. <br><strong>Tag:</strong> Wyatt Callo<strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong><br><strong>Location; Date and time:</strong> Second floor stacks, library&nbsp; October 4, 10:00 PM<br><hr><br>She started to question her idea to take a graduate level English Lit class when they assigned a poem analysis.&nbsp; She didn't <em>get</em> poetry.&nbsp; Why couldn't the author just say what they meant?!&nbsp; Why all the flowery prose with allusions, metaphors, similes and other utter ridiculousness.&nbsp; So, what was the analytical mind to do? Find other's analysis of course!&nbsp; The poem they'd been assigned was <em>Richard Cory</em>.&nbsp; A little internet research led her to a periodical the library thankfully had with a recent article on the poem.&nbsp; Volume three, Issue six of the EJELLS to be exact.&nbsp; <br><br>She could find the poem, and plenty of analysis online but there was something about a book, even a journal.&nbsp; It was solid, concrete and something she could interact with.&nbsp; It wasn't as cold and impersonal as staring at an electronic screen in her room.&nbsp; So she tossed a pair of sneakers to go with her jeans, black tee and Old Navy hoodie.&nbsp; In her short time as a postgrad at Jamison she'd already learned she didn't really care for the main part of the library and cafe.&nbsp; But the stacks...oh she loved the stacks.&nbsp; And not for the same reason as so many of her amorous fellow students.&nbsp; <br><br>No.&nbsp; Wil loved the smell.&nbsp; She jogged to the second floor stacks and paused to take a deep breath.&nbsp; Paper and ink.&nbsp; She loved that smell, let it fill her head and lungs until she could forget anyone else might even exist there.&nbsp; The slender blonde began making her way to journals she needed.&nbsp; When she turned a corner to see another student there she squeaked in surprise.&nbsp; "Sorry" She whispered.&nbsp; "Didn't think anyone else even used dead tree journals anymore." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Raina Library and Cafe </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peripherie</strong> on <strong>02-05-2016, 04:12:10</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Addicted to that old Book Smell</strong></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/DcLnexj.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Wyatt Gallo<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Postgrad<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> October 4, 10:00 p.m.<br><strong>Location: </strong> 2nd floor stacks<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Getting over recent social ineptness by doing what he does best, research<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Wil Holmes<em><strong> [closed]</strong></em><hr><br>Wyatt had been walking his long thin fingers down each spine of the books that occupied the third shelf down, taking his time to scan the call numbers and titles to find the journal and the specific volume he needed. This was not a hurried and frustrating effort as it was for so many others. No, each binding held a world inside of it. There was the life of the writer's, their years of study on a beloved topic, the toiled hours of the printers and editors, and not in the least the journey of each material and component of the actual book itself to have finally come to rest in this place. Paper, glue, binding, cover, gloss, ink. Even in the modern age of mass media printing each copy was a glory to behold. Not that there wasn't surely a deeper reverence for the older collections, those that took decades not months to put together. <br><br>Even as his finger's found the EJELLS and were quickly honing on the exact journal issue he needed, Wyatt was pondering where JCPU kept it's more treasured collections and which media specialist or department chair he would need to speak with to gain access. There were hidden things in this library, beyond the coffee house and the sleep deprived co-eds, even if only a few select people had the knowledge and sense to appreciate them. <br><br>It wasn't until the squeak that he even noticed the hooded blond standing at the end of the aisle. "How else can you fall asleep with the book over your face and read it through the process of drool activated osmosis?" That was his chosen method anyway. He has spent many nights in his computer chair, feet propped up with a book, only to wake from the sound of a book hitting the floor and an equally loud crack of the kink in his neck. <br><br>He stood back and did a wide sweep of his arm to let her pass, not quite sure which tome she was searching for. He didn't head back to the desk where he satchel lay, just yet. No, he remained in the aisle, cracking open the journal and (again referencing the crumpled sticky note) finding the exact article that had earlier piqued his interest. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Raina Library and Cafe </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiNxy</strong> on <strong>04-05-2016, 17:35:14</strong>
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				<hr><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"The Dewie Decimal Dilemma"</span></strong></span> </div><hr> <hr><div class="floatleft">(http://img2-ak.lst.fm/i/u/770x0/170aebbb4227403d8c9778599a42051c.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>NAME: </strong> Elijah Montero<br><strong>AGE:</strong> 21<br><strong>LOCATION &amp; TIME:</strong> Second Floor, Raina Library| 9/9/16 8:05 PM<br><strong>MOOO:</strong> Dewie-Done with Dicking Around<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Antonie Jepson&nbsp; <em><strong>CLOSED</strong></em></span></span><br><br><br><hr><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><br>Antonie's inability to take a coordinated sequence of steps worked well in Elijah's favor. So well, in fact, that as he came barreling around the back stack, he found himself face to face, nose to... well, upper chest... and toe to toe with the bumbling behemoth of a boy. Fuck. His daylight dwelling fantasies did him little justice. That hard line of his jaw was far more chiseled than he remembered, and that carelessly disheveled set of burgundy locks he sported made him look that much more fuckable. Shit. He was supposed to be <em>breaking</em>&nbsp; this fixation, not causing it to skyrocket tenfold. <br><br><strong>"Books."</strong> Ah, a sophisticated turn of phrase. It wasn't really something he was capable of at the moment, but he'd given it a valiant effort. Gesturing to the disorganized stack he'd brought back and set on the lacquered pine tabletop in the hopes of returning them, he let his gaze return with a swift sweep of his chin upward, brown eyes fixed on his blues. FUCK. No. He shouldn't want to kiss him this bad. The desirous sensation flowered in his gut and spiraled upward in billowing curls toward his throat where it was practically choking him for words. <br><br>He could do this. He just had to slip his trainer clad foot back and ease around the next corner to be home free. He'd forget the guy. Forget the glances. Forget the gut-wrenching need to bend him bodily over a bookshelf and... and... <br><br>Screw it. Not like his reputation couldn't use a little fluffing in the PDA department. It had been <em>far</em> too long since he'd rattled a stack.<br><br>Firm hand to the back of his neck, he drew his lips down as if water to an achingly, parched thirst. His second hand finding his skewed collar, he bunched it in folds within his clenched fist, his tongue snaking up and in to claim and conquer that which had been driving him all but mad, since Monday. A whimper of need forced him to reevaluate their location and the fact that there was a little too much homo going on for the hetero, so he relocated them a second aisle over so that he could slam him against the sparsely populated stacks in privacy. <br><br>As he did, however, the towering collection gave a groaning protest, having obviously only been given cursory glances in the past twenty years or so, and not quite prepared for the forceful thud of a bodily collision with its bindings. <br><br><strong>"Dorm is empty... just tell me when..."</strong><br><br>Breathing the words breathlessly, the assault on his lips turned a touch more carnal. His teeth bit, his fingernails pinched, his dark eyes clouded with lust. So much for clearing his head and getting back to casual square one. <br><br><br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Raina Library and Cafe </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>11-05-2016, 15:09:14</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">nor·mal·i·ty</span></span></strong></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://wmfeeddotme.files.wordpress.com/2015/04/stephen-james-mens-health-spain-april-2015-photo-shoot-003.jpg?w=438&amp;h=575&amp;crop=1)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Revelin Towler<br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Subdued <br><strong>Date|Time:</strong> Mid-Week|Fall Term|Late morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Autumn<br><strong>Other:</strong> <span class="bbc_u">No one in school knows Autumn. No one knows that she is Revelin's sister.</span><br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Incest</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">The Towlers didn't do "kindly" smiles; not to strangers and definitely not to each other. But when Revelin and Autumn were alone, he knew the ones-- the smiles that belonged to him. He admired this one silently, like he did the others. All the while, unaware that behind his tough looking exterior, his eyes were giving away his gladness. <br><br>Revelin's hands left Autumn's pale, willowy neck. They skimmed down the contour of her back, and joined together in a clasp of intertwined fingers. She had already closed the space between them. And distracted as her kneading hands were, Rev managed to catch every word she said about her dull professor. He was about to weigh in on the subject. Even jokingly suggest that she transfer schools. But mid-laugh, Autumn's lips and teeth caught him between a rock and a very hard place. Now it was his eyes that were closing. <em>His</em> throat let out a low hum. His hands parted. Quickly finding her hips, where he held her roughly. <br><br><em>“Want to come with? I promise I can make it worth your while~”</em> She said. And he knew that she could. His lip curled up in a crooked smile. He walked them across the aisle and pressed her against the large support pillar, between bookshelves. An alcove of sorts. He didn't mean for things to escalate as quickly as they did. It had just been so, so, soooo long. One of his hands slipped back into her dark tendrils of hair. He coaxed her head back, to catch her ear, where he whispered, <strong>"Where am I <em>coming</em> ... exactly?"</strong> <br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Raina Library and Cafe </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerevan</strong> on <strong>13-05-2016, 01:15:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://41.media.tumblr.com/0a098e1d9077844afcdb29fcbc1fee73/tumblr_o4cpqqq3lf1saikalo6_250.png)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Autumn Towler<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Outsider - University Student<br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Opportunistic <br><strong>Mood:</strong> Mischievous<br><strong>Date:</strong> Mid-Week (TBD)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Revelin Towler | Closed<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Incest AF</span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">After all this time it didn’t surprise Autumn to know she had an <em>effect</em> on those she met. The combination of blue eyes, plump lips, and a devil-may-care attitude tended to win over most. And if they didn’t fall to her feet immediately…well, she’d learned to play all the games necessary to get what she wanted. (What she wanted almost always ended with people at her delicate feet and so it really all turned out the same.)<br><br>But. There still always came a delicious thrill when she could make one of her brothers do this. Bring Revie in all his highly masculine glory and Eros in all his tightly controlled magnificence to grasp for her with rough-gentle hands. It could leave her faintly breathless. Make her forget whatever game she’d been about to play for the sheer joy of the moment.<br><br>Just so now. Over a decade of dance practice came in handy as she allowed him to press her back toward a…oh, it appeared to be a pillar. Much more comfortable than bookshelves which tended to press in at awkward intervals. Relishing his crooked smile, she scratched at his nape gently with her fingertips. “Missed me, Revie?” she murmured. Part tease. Part desire to hear him say that he had missed her and these stolen moments.<br><br>In a distinctly trusting move, she lolled her head back into the support of his hand. The slender, pale column of her throat bared itself in a motion that many would read as submissive. “Where am I <em>coming</em>…exactly?” The brush of his breath across her ear caused an exquisite shiver to run down her spine.<br><br>“Ahhh…” Pouting her lower lip in a thoughtful way, she paused as much to give herself time to think as for dramatic effect. “I was going to say that cute little shopping district in downtown.” Give him an out. Always build in an out, just in case, so that refusal doesn’t have to mean failure. Thing she wishes she could turn off, sometimes, but not always. “But then I remembered you haven’t given me a tour of your bedroom here.”</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Raina Library and Cafe </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>16-05-2016, 18:27:57</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Wyatt's Post</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246501.msg12287577#msg12287577">Quote from: Peripherie on 02-05-2016, 04:12:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Addicted to that old Book Smell</strong></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/DcLnexj.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Wyatt Gallo<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Postgrad<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> October 4, 10:00 p.m.<br><strong>Location: </strong> 2nd floor stacks<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Getting over recent social ineptness by doing what he does best, research<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Wil Holmes<em><strong> [closed]</strong></em><hr><br>Wyatt had been walking his long thin fingers down each spine of the books that occupied the third shelf down, taking his time to scan the call numbers and titles to find the journal and the specific volume he needed. This was not a hurried and frustrating effort as it was for so many others. No, each binding held a world inside of it. There was the life of the writer's, their years of study on a beloved topic, the toiled hours of the printers and editors, and not in the least the journey of each material and component of the actual book itself to have finally come to rest in this place. Paper, glue, binding, cover, gloss, ink. Even in the modern age of mass media printing each copy was a glory to behold. Not that there wasn't surely a deeper reverence for the older collections, those that took decades not months to put together. <br><br>Even as his finger's found the EJELLS and were quickly honing on the exact journal issue he needed, Wyatt was pondering where JCPU kept it's more treasured collections and which media specialist or department chair he would need to speak with to gain access. There were hidden things in this library, beyond the coffee house and the sleep deprived co-eds, even if only a few select people had the knowledge and sense to appreciate them. <br><br>It wasn't until the squeak that he even noticed the hooded blond standing at the end of the aisle. "How else can you fall asleep with the book over your face and read it through the process of drool activated osmosis?" That was his chosen method anyway. He has spent many nights in his computer chair, feet propped up with a book, only to wake from the sound of a book hitting the floor and an equally loud crack of the kink in his neck. <br><br>He stood back and did a wide sweep of his arm to let her pass, not quite sure which tome she was searching for. He didn't head back to the desk where he satchel lay, just yet. No, he remained in the aisle, cracking open the journal and (again referencing the crumpled sticky note) finding the exact article that had earlier piqued his interest. <br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br><br><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Addicted to that old Book Smell</strong></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20131031203615/challens-original-character/images/f/f9/Emily_bett_rickards.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Wilhelmina "Wil" Holms<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Graduate Student<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Calm, quiet, centered<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> black tee, jeans, sneakers and a hoodie. <br><strong>Tag:</strong> Wyatt Callo<strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong><br><strong>Location; Date and time:</strong> Second floor stacks, library&nbsp; October 4, 10:00 PM<br><hr><br>When he looked up she grinned a little.&nbsp; He was kind of a handsome guy, in that geeky sort of way she found relatable and not intimidating.&nbsp; Of course she had trouble talking to anyone new.&nbsp; She was just a socially awkward panda and had accepted that ages ago.&nbsp; All the study of human behavior in the world wasn't going to help her!&nbsp; "Well hopefully you're not drooling on the library journals." She wrinkled her nose.&nbsp; Now she kind of never wanted to touch another library volume in her life.&nbsp; It wasn't like she could just head down to the local book store and pick up a single copy of the journal she needed though.&nbsp; Such a dilemma.&nbsp; <br><br>She slender grad student slipped past him, only to turn not far from him and look at the EJELLS volumes.&nbsp; As her eyes scanned them she frowned.&nbsp; "Great.&nbsp; The one I need isn't here."&nbsp; Which meant someone else probably had it and didn't bother to put it back in the right place.&nbsp; And it could be anywhere.&nbsp; Inconsiderate jerk.&nbsp; She sighed.&nbsp; Her eyes swept back to her fellow student and caught just enough of the spine of his journal to see it was also one of the EJELLS volumes.&nbsp; No.&nbsp; Couldn't be.&nbsp; Could it?&nbsp; The odds someone else needed the exact journal she did and stood right in front of her holding it were...astronomical.&nbsp; "You're not holding volume three issue six by any chance, are you?" Her head cocked to the side in a quizzical expression. <br><br>As soon as she asked the question a plan formed in her mind for how to solve the next dilemma.&nbsp; If they both needed the same issue she could just make a photocopy of her article.&nbsp; She'd planned to do that anyway after she read through it once so she could highlight important passages and makes notes.&nbsp; Not to mention she'd need to cross reference it with other sources including the ones cited in the article itself.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Raina Library and Cafe </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peripherie</strong> on <strong>30-05-2016, 02:25:21</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Wil's Post</div><div class="spoiler_body"><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Addicted to that old Book Smell</strong></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20131031203615/challens-original-character/images/f/f9/Emily_bett_rickards.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Wilhelmina "Wil" Holms<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Graduate Student<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Calm, quiet, centered<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> black tee, jeans, sneakers and a hoodie. <br><strong>Tag:</strong> Wyatt Callo<strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong><br><strong>Location; Date and time:</strong> Second floor stacks, library&nbsp; October 4, 10:00 PM<br><hr><br>When he looked up she grinned a little.&nbsp; He was kind of a handsome guy, in that geeky sort of way she found relatable and not intimidating.&nbsp; Of course she had trouble talking to anyone new.&nbsp; She was just a socially awkward panda and had accepted that ages ago.&nbsp; All the study of human behavior in the world wasn't going to help her!&nbsp; "Well hopefully you're not drooling on the library journals." She wrinkled her nose.&nbsp; Now she kind of never wanted to touch another library volume in her life.&nbsp; It wasn't like she could just head down to the local book store and pick up a single copy of the journal she needed though.&nbsp; Such a dilemma.&nbsp; <br><br>She slender grad student slipped past him, only to turn not far from him and look at the EJELLS volumes.&nbsp; As her eyes scanned them she frowned.&nbsp; "Great.&nbsp; The one I need isn't here."&nbsp; Which meant someone else probably had it and didn't bother to put it back in the right place.&nbsp; And it could be anywhere.&nbsp; Inconsiderate jerk.&nbsp; She sighed.&nbsp; Her eyes swept back to her fellow student and caught just enough of the spine of his journal to see it was also one of the EJELLS volumes.&nbsp; No.&nbsp; Couldn't be.&nbsp; Could it?&nbsp; The odds someone else needed the exact journal she did and stood right in front of her holding it were...astronomical.&nbsp; "You're not holding volume three issue six by any chance, are you?" Her head cocked to the side in a quizzical expression. <br><br>As soon as she asked the question a plan formed in her mind for how to solve the next dilemma.&nbsp; If they both needed the same issue she could just make a photocopy of her article.&nbsp; She'd planned to do that anyway after she read through it once so she could highlight important passages and makes notes.&nbsp; Not to mention she'd need to cross reference it with other sources including the ones cited in the article itself.&nbsp; </div></div><br><br><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Addicted to that old Book Smell</strong></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/DcLnexj.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Wyatt Gallo<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Postgrad<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> October 4, 10:15 p.m.<br><strong>Location: </strong> 2nd floor stacks<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Stepping into some new social ineptness<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Wil Holmes<em><strong> [closed]</strong></em><hr><br>Wyatt face turned into an embarrassed scowl as he admonished himself. His joke had meant to be droll but all that came of it was a soggy feeling hanging in the air between himself and this fetching lady who seemed to have his same excellent taste for reference materials. This was the second woman in short order that he had gave cause to remark critically on his approach to things. Was he this awkward as an undergrad? His speculative nature guessed yes, his youth had just made him more oblivious to it. <br><br>Deciding to allow her to try and forget his sad attempt at conversation without further reminders, he said nothing more started thumbing through the book. It only took a moment before he heard her exclamation. <em>Oh, great! </em>And he had also taken her needed journal! This was turning into a complete blunder of a week. He would have to go home and write about it. Often life's mishaps became comedic gold in the writing world, yes? If so he was destined to make millions. "As a matter of fact, yes it is." Wyatt slipped the crumbled sticky note in the middle of the page he was on and held up the cover as if either one of them needed further proof to be sure. <br><br>"You know..." He was about to admit something else nerdy and embarrassing to this complete stranger, but why stop while he was sorely deep in it now? "I actually printed the digital copy before I headed here so.." He stretched his long arm out (which gave away the fact that the sleeves of his overcoat were ever so short for his lanky frame) to pass the book to her. "it's all yours. Honestly I only came to see if anyone else had highlighted any interesting parts or wrote in the margins." He gave a shrug as if somehow that is what all normal people did. <br><br>Perhaps he should have taken up Anthropology over English - as interested he was in the passing of culture through the written word. He would have to check out any upcoming Anthro courses that the JCP was offering. But that was an internet search for a different day. Unbeknownst to him he would be in need of the sticky note now squished in the pages of the contested periodical which was probably thrilled at being the center of so much drama. He had written down the reference number for a much needed course book that was paid for, packed, and ready for pick up at the section of the bookstore used for class materials. It was the forgotten second errand he had meant to take care of that night. (Trouble was he had already deleted the voicemail left by the grumpy lady at the bookstore who probably wouldn't be too keen on a visit saying he had lost that oh so important number.)<br><br>Wyatt shifted his sleeve back down over his wrist and adjusted his scarf in preparation for a hasty exit. "Happy studying." Was there anyone on that campus let alone the world that would actually understand that he was serious when he said that?
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Raina Library and Cafe </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>03-06-2016, 20:06:51</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Addicted to that old Book Smell</strong></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20131031203615/challens-original-character/images/f/f9/Emily_bett_rickards.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Wilhelmina "Wil" Holms<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Graduate Student<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Calm, quiet, centered<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> black tee, jeans, sneakers and a hoodie. <br><strong>Tag:</strong> Wyatt Callo<strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong><br><strong>Location; Date and time:</strong> Second floor stacks, library&nbsp; October 4, 10:00 PM<br><hr><br>Her brow knit together at the change in his expression.&nbsp; She didn't know how to interpret the scowl.&nbsp; Had she said something wrong?&nbsp; Had she misread a situation again?&nbsp; Wil sighed mentally.&nbsp; She didn't want to make a bad impression on yet another stranger.&nbsp; He seemed like a nice guy.&nbsp; And what were the odds they would need the same journal at the same time.&nbsp; How many people used paper journals anymore anyway.&nbsp; She chuckled when he said he had the journal she needed.&nbsp; She glanced over the cover and smiled.&nbsp; "If I could sing at all now would probably be an appropriate time for 'It's a Small World' or something." Except that she couldn't sing worth a lick and couldn't carry a tune in a bucket.&nbsp; <br><br>She didn't want to deprive him of the needed journal.&nbsp; "I was just going to photocopy the article I need."&nbsp; She couldn't check the journal out anyway, that's how it was with research materials.&nbsp; Then he mentioned he had printed a digital copy already.&nbsp; "Are you sure you're done then? I can wait..." She offered.&nbsp; Jo took possession of the journal.&nbsp; She noted the just too short sleeves and could relate.&nbsp; Well sort of.&nbsp; Her jeans always fit poorly because she wasn't as hippy as she was tall or if she got them to fit her hips and butt they looked like crop pants.&nbsp; <br><br>"Good luck with your assignment." She smiled and waved the fingers of her right hand in farewell.&nbsp; Then she remembered they hadn't introduced themselves.&nbsp; "Oh, hey, by the way, I'm Wil."&nbsp; The school wasn't so big that they'd never run into one another again.&nbsp; She thought maybe she should at least give him her name.&nbsp; That's what people did right? She watched him walk away before searching the journal for the article she needed.&nbsp; <br><br>She came across the sticky note and looked up, but he was already gone.&nbsp; She frowned and tucked the note into her pocket.&nbsp; She'd find a way to get it back to him later. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Raina Library and Cafe </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessLowell12</strong> on <strong>17-12-2020, 16:12:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/498689782172614678/789150662150848522/image-original.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lauren Ashton<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Postgraduate<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Stress Free, Flirty<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> December 12th, Mid-afternoon<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> <br><strong>Tag:</strong> Shane <br><strong>Location:</strong> Doctor Vinod Raina Cafe<br><strong>Other:</strong> <br><hr><br>Lauren leans back against her arm chair, sipping on her coffee as she flips another page in her book. She was enjoying herself, it was officially break, she didn't need to deal with her aunt and uncle, and she could read all she wanted, while drinking coffee. It was her day off from the firm, and she was absolutely abusing every single second of it to enjoy her day. <br><br>Which is why she was sitting in the Cafe, sipping at a large caramel latte, loaded with caffeine and sugar, and reading her current obsession, "The Criminal Mind: An In Depth Look Into The World's Most Famous Serial Killers". It was a good morning, and judging by how empty the campus is, and how quite the cafe was for now, that wasn't going to change anytime soon. <br><br>Now all she needed was a little bit of company. Which was scarce during winter break, but then she was also confident that if she just waited long enough, someone would come by.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Raina Library and Cafe </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>17-12-2020, 16:57:21</strong>
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				<hr> <hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>i’m too <em>SEXY</em> for my <em>SHIRT</em></strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(https://media.giphy.com/media/TbjTQ9wuxCSPK/giphy.gif)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Shane Harris<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> 3rd Yr Bronze Student<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Lesbian<br><strong>Mood:</strong> confused and horny dangerous combo <br><strong>Time &amp; Date:</strong> 12|12|2020 1:20 p.m<br><strong>Location</strong>: raina cafe<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> LJ (@jesslowell12)-&nbsp; <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><br><br><hr> <hr><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br>let’s clarify one thing, shane harris didn’t study so shane was rarely found at the cafe that also housed one of the university’s libraries. you might be wondering if that was the case, when on god’s green earth was shane found in said library also sipping a latte? well it was quite simple. these days as of late shane tended to avoid the more popular cafeteria near the quad. it helped not to come face to face with staff members, and the many conquests shane had. plus this particular cafe she was sitting in was quiet this time of the day.<br><br>less interruptions meant thar shane could place her earbuds in and listen to some of the new music out that she could incorporate into her tracks when djing. and during the school year she was constantly being asked to be a dj at parties. weekends was when shane made her seed money she was hoarding away. the blue eyes beauty was dressed very “butch” today being androgynous allowed her to be whatever she was feeling that morning. and that particular morning she was feeling very much boy than lady. <br><br>but as we’d have it shane’s solitude was quickly interrupted by a beautiful blonde that had walked into the cafe. ordered her coffee and was sitting by herself reading. shane had been watching her for quite sometime. when she realized said blonde wasn’t going to be joined by anyone else; and when she noticed said blonde glance up occasionally yet no one she was meeting could be seen. almost as if people watching. the brunette decided to stand up and walk over. sliding into the booth beside the blonde offering her right earbud. “hey i need your opinion, does this song sound easy enough to get lost in and dance too?” she grinned with a chuckle. the song being “right said fred’s i’m too sexy.” of course it wasn’t dj material but it was a good ice breaker. <br><br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Raina Library and Cafe </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessLowell12</strong> on <strong>17-12-2020, 22:54:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/498689782172614678/789150662150848522/image-original.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lauren Ashton<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Postgraduate<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Stress Free, Flirty<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> December 12th, Mid-afternoon<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> <br><strong>Tag:</strong> Shane <br><strong>Location:</strong> Doctor Vinod Raina Cafe<br><strong>Other:</strong> <br><hr><br>Apparently today was an 'ask and ye shall receive' kind of day. As soon as Lauren was considering getting up and seeking out some company for her day, someone plopped down in the seat across from her with enthusiasm. Lauren had noticed this individual when she first walked in, but had chosen not to bother them due to the presence of ear buds in their ears. She had figured that they were either busy, or would approach when they wished. She had been right.<br><br>Lauren was fairly certain by the way Shane approaches and sits down with absolute confidence that there was no way she wasn't about to enjoy this conversation. Even if it just ended in Lauren essentially profiling this newcomer, it meant she would have a good time, but it was a major benefit that this person was very attractive. <br><br>"Lauren." she gives her name first, amused by the lack of an introduction to begin with. Straight to the point, that was nice.<br><br>"Lets see." Lauren reaches out and takes the ear bud, popping it in her ear, and grins as the music flows. <br><br>"I don't know, if you are dancing to it, then yes." A wink is thrown, making it clear she isn't afraid to flirt here, before Lauren chuckles at the lyrics. How ridiculously perfect for an ice breaker, and how very obvious a way to start. She appreciated that. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Raina Library and Cafe </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>21-12-2020, 01:58:31</strong>
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				<br><hr> <hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>i’m too <em>SEXY</em> for my <em>SHIRT</em></strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(https://media.giphy.com/media/TbjTQ9wuxCSPK/giphy.gif)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Shane Harris<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> 3rd Yr Bronze Student<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Lesbian<br><strong>Mood:</strong> confused and horny dangerous combo <br><strong>Time &amp; Date:</strong> 12|12|2020 1:20 p.m<br><strong>Location</strong>: raina cafe<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> LJ (@jesslowell12)-&nbsp; <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><br><br><hr> <hr><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br>and just like that shane harris struck gold again. she had talent in many aspects, meeting beautiful girls and making them interested in her; well that was something she was born with. her and domino would often compete on who could score the most in one outing. they did this up until not too long ago when they decided one drunken horny night to have sex. feelings were now involved of course and domino had the habit of avoiding shane when she brought it up. how you ask? she’s take off her clothes. what could she say she did give her roommate props on her clothing optional choices when in their room. it work. but that’s all another story. <br><br>currently shane was meeting lauren, a beautiful blonde who helped her decide if “right said fred’s” i’m too sexy for your shirt was a good dance best. shane knew it really wasn’t, but she couldn’t argue that lauren had a style in the way she answered the brunette. she knew the girl’s name without asking. thaf was always fun. it made shane grin at the girl and when she waited forever the verdict the dj shrugged. “i guess, depends on who i’m dancing with.”<br><br>the brunette smirk and switch the song, to NIN’s closer and asked after a full verse if the song had passed, “what about this one lauren?” she gave her a shy smile but we all know there was nothing shy about it. “i’m shane by the way.” the blue eyed girl glanced at the door as a couple of students walked in, pretending like for a moment she was interested in what walked in before she glanced back at lauren, “or how about this. i take you back to yours and play some other of my favorites. of course if it was up to me tenacious D’s ‘fuck her gently’ would be playing at the places i dj at.” shane harris was no fool and was an expert at subliminal messages. ground control to major tom and all that shit. <br><br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Raina Library and Cafe </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>26-12-2020, 15:10:57</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246501.msg12315305#msg12315305">Quote from: Cerevan on 13-05-2016, 01:15:48</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(https://41.media.tumblr.com/0a098e1d9077844afcdb29fcbc1fee73/tumblr_o4cpqqq3lf1saikalo6_250.png)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Autumn Towler<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Outsider - University Student<br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Opportunistic <br><strong>Mood:</strong> Mischievous<br><strong>Date:</strong> Mid-Week (TBD)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Revelin Towler | Closed<br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Incest AF</span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">After all this time it didn’t surprise Autumn to know she had an <em>effect</em> on those she met. The combination of blue eyes, plump lips, and a devil-may-care attitude tended to win over most. And if they didn’t fall to her feet immediately…well, she’d learned to play all the games necessary to get what she wanted. (What she wanted almost always ended with people at her delicate feet and so it really all turned out the same.)<br><br>But. There still always came a delicious thrill when she could make one of her brothers do this. Bring Revie in all his highly masculine glory and Eros in all his tightly controlled magnificence to grasp for her with rough-gentle hands. It could leave her faintly breathless. Make her forget whatever game she’d been about to play for the sheer joy of the moment.<br><br>Just so now. Over a decade of dance practice came in handy as she allowed him to press her back toward a…oh, it appeared to be a pillar. Much more comfortable than bookshelves which tended to press in at awkward intervals. Relishing his crooked smile, she scratched at his nape gently with her fingertips. “Missed me, Revie?” she murmured. Part tease. Part desire to hear him say that he had missed her and these stolen moments.<br><br>In a distinctly trusting move, she lolled her head back into the support of his hand. The slender, pale column of her throat bared itself in a motion that many would read as submissive. “Where am I <em>coming</em>…exactly?” The brush of his breath across her ear caused an exquisite shiver to run down her spine.<br><br>“Ahhh…” Pouting her lower lip in a thoughtful way, she paused as much to give herself time to think as for dramatic effect. “I was going to say that cute little shopping district in downtown.” Give him an out. Always build in an out, just in case, so that refusal doesn’t have to mean failure. Thing she wishes she could turn off, sometimes, but not always. “But then I remembered you haven’t given me a tour of your bedroom here.”</span><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><hr><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">nor·mal·i·ty</span></span></strong></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://wmfeeddotme.files.wordpress.com/2015/04/stephen-james-mens-health-spain-april-2015-photo-shoot-003.jpg?w=438&amp;h=575&amp;crop=1)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Revelin Towler<br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Engaged <br><strong>Date|Time:</strong> Mid-Week|Fall Term|Late morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Autumn<br><strong>Other:</strong> <span class="bbc_u">No one in school knows Autumn. No one knows that she is Revelin's sister.</span><br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Incest AF</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><br>The ever weighing scales, they were a constant in Revelinn's psyche. When people gave him more than one option, he internalized them thoroughly. <em>'Do I say what they want me to say? Do I say what I am really thinking? <em>Or</em>, should I just change the subject all together?'</em> In this instance, he was torn, more than usual. Of course, he wanted his sister to be happy. But which option would make her the happiest? Would shopping give her more satisfaction, today than fooling around? Would showing Autumn his room do it? Or, was she hungry? These were the things that set off the pistons on Revelinn's brain. <br><br>Where Eros was obviously calculating, Revelinn seemed outwardly impulsive. But, what not many people knew was, that he <em>had</em> calculated his moves. While they may not have been the wisest, at times, they were the best, for the good of the family. Perspectives drastically differed in the Towler family. There was nothing the Revelinn could do to change that. But in this very moment, he dared to think, <em>'What would Eros do?'</em> There was a ton of things that his brother would do. Not all of them nice. Then his brain began imagining. <em>'No. Stop.'</em> He told himself. Because if he didn't stop, things that should not make him angry or jealous, would do so.<br><br>Pleasure was always a quick fix, to distract a troubled mind. After a good talk with himself, there was clearly only one option. Looking up to see if anyone was watching, he leaned in and said, "Don't be afraid of it's size." He let out a mischievous laugh, as he untangled himself from Autumn. Pulling out keys from his back pocket, he jingled as he walked backwards. Wondering if she'd really follow him to his tiny dorm room.</span>
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