We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms
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				Title: <strong>We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>22-03-2016, 04:05:47</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.unclebobs.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/dorm-feature1.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>IC:</strong> Students are allowed to visit other rooms but must <br>be in their own dorm by 11 in the evening. Random room searches will occur for misconduct. At the beginning of your freshman year<br>you will be assigned a random dorm room. Some students get four to a room (Like a studio [two to room] with a kitchenette/living room, bathroom) some get two (smaller space. with only two beds and a bathroom) There's no logic to it. If you wish<br>to switch dorms please contact a staff member and all parties involved must consent to the room change.<br><strong>OOC:</strong> Please pick your own pairing for mates and your own room assignment. you should discuss it<br>with other WHRT players in OOC or in PM. Please contact me&nbsp; in pm with the code below to add you to a room. We have the options <br>of four to a dorm room or two to a dorm room. It is your choice what you want. We don't care about the pairings.</span></em></span></div><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">[b]Room number:[/b] <br>[b]Name of character(s) in room:[/b]<br>[b]4 bed studio or 2 bed dorm:[/b]<br></code></pre><hr><br><div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Room 101:</strong> Quinn Fabray &amp;&amp; Storm Nightsong<br><strong>Room 102:</strong> [4] <br><strong>Room 103:</strong> Andrea Bellows<br><strong>Room 104:</strong> <br><strong>Room 105:</strong> Shane Harris &amp;&amp; Domino Rocha <br><strong>Room 106:</strong> <br><strong>Room 107:</strong> Selene Hollis &amp;&amp; Maddox Avery<br><strong>Room 108:</strong> Leila Kurjak<br><strong>Room 109:</strong><br><strong>Room 110:</strong> Open</td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><strong>Room 111:</strong> Revelin Towler<br><strong>Room 112:</strong><br><strong>Room 113:</strong> Open<br><strong>Room 114:</strong> [4] Open &amp;&amp; Javier Echevarria &amp;&amp; OPEN &amp;&amp; OPEN<br><strong>Room 115:</strong> Bailey Herrera<br><strong>Room 116:</strong><br><strong>Room 117:</strong> Alexis Cantrell<br><strong>Room 118:</strong> Open<br><strong>Room 119:</strong> Araceli Dos Santos &amp;&amp; Fox Kingsley<br><strong>Room 120:</strong> Open </td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">LIST OF OOC/IC LINKS</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/63/Whrt-new2.png)</div><hr><br><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">We Have Rights Too Game Map &amp; Links</span></span></em><br></div><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC LINKS: sheets, announcements, casting couch, paper trails, etc</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;GM announcements and Events schedules&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;</span></strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247302.0)<br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><ul class="bbc_list"><li>WHRT discord: For your plotting needs (https://discord.gg/ZPYrb9zs)</li><li>WHRT: OOC (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246260.0)</li><li>WHRT: Character Sheets (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328009.0)</li><li>WHRT: Master list (names, genders and sexualities ABC's) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247893.0)</li></ul></td><td><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Paper Trails: Shipping threads (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246514.0)</li><li>In.Queery.Y: Casting Couch (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247002.0)</li><li>Face Claim and Game Stats (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247304.msg15684853#msg15684853)</li><li>WHRT Interest Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246259.0)</li></ul></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></div></div><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OTHER IN CHARACTER THREADS FOR POSTING NOT ON MAP</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>L I N K&nbsp; 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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StormAngelus</strong> on <strong>22-03-2016, 07:30:27</strong>
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				Name: Snowden Frost<br>Rank: Bronze student<br>Pic: Maureen O'Hara&nbsp; https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/11/3b/0b/113b0b3de0c5f7f6ab8cec4a6dbadbc9.jpg<br>RP is open to anybody<br><br><br>Snow walks around the dorm, bitching about sharing rooms. "I want my own room! Screw these guys, I'll just walk naked around anyone anyway! It's not like I should be ashamed of my body, ya buncha screws."
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErisXfrost</strong> on <strong>22-03-2016, 21:23:00</strong>
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				Name: Ebony Rain<br>Rank: Bronze Student<br>RP: Ebony RainXShane Harris<br><br><hr><hr><br><br><br>He had just finished his introduction, and was already being set up with a roommate-- how lucky was he! Sarcasm was practically dripping off his form, and his soft gaze held smell daggers for the counselor who gave him the slip of paper. Who thought that this was a good idea? It wasn’t that he was bothered by sharing a room with a woman-- he just couldn’t help but feel that this would be a bit of a hindrance for his more ‘expressive’ hobbies. What if she was one of those ‘reformed’ freaks’-- or worse, a religious one! Ebony practically cringed at the thought. <br><br>In all of his musing and cringe-inducing thoughts, he hardly noticed himself reaching his destination-- room 105. As much as he hated the thought of his roommate, his bags were getting quite heavy, and he couldn’t wait to put them down. The overly-warm air of the dorm had made his hair grow flat, and he was ashamed to admit that he was actually sweating-- who did he have to blow for some air? He let out the tiniest of huffs, and would push open the door to the fairly-empty room. The boy stepped inside, and after placing his bags upon the bed, would go to work shaping his once-perfect-hair into a reasonable bun.<br><br>When he was finished with his task, the boy would move over to gaze at himself in the mirror. Sparkling blue-hues gazed back him, and a smile couldn’t help but spread upon his glossed lips. Even after that trek, he still felt that he looked damn good! He wore a skin-tight T-shirt, a light pink, with a contrasting zombie-hello-kitty design upon it. The blood was black, and added an interesting feel to the boy's look. Black jeans clung to his legs, skinny, and tight-- he made sure that it showed off his more ‘prominent’ features. His nails were painted pink and black, and they would seem to glimmer as he slid them up along the front of his shirt, feeling himself, exploring his form a little, while he was alone. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>22-03-2016, 22:50:46</strong>
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				<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246315.msg12173016#msg12173016">Quote from: StormAngelus on 22-03-2016, 07:30:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Name: Snowden Frost<br>Rank: Bronze student<br>Pic: Maureen O'Hara&nbsp; https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/11/3b/0b/113b0b3de0c5f7f6ab8cec4a6dbadbc9.jpg (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/11/3b/0b/113b0b3de0c5f7f6ab8cec4a6dbadbc9.jpg)<br>RP is open to anybody<br><br><br>Snow walks around the dorm, bitching about sharing rooms. "I want my own room! Screw these guys, I'll just walk naked around anyone anyway! It's not like I should be ashamed of my body, ya buncha screws."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br><br><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246315.msg12174433#msg12174433">Quote from: ErisXfrost on 22-03-2016, 21:23:00</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Name: Ebony Rain<br>Rank: Bronze Student<br>RP: Ebony RainXShane Harris<br><br><hr><hr><br><br><br>He had just finished his introduction, and was already being set up with a roommate-- how lucky was he! Sarcasm was practically dripping off his form, and his soft gaze held smell daggers for the counselor who gave him the slip of paper. Who thought that this was a good idea? It wasn’t that he was bothered by sharing a room with a woman-- he just couldn’t help but feel that this would be a bit of a hindrance for his more ‘expressive’ hobbies. What if she was one of those ‘reformed’ freaks’-- or worse, a religious one! Ebony practically cringed at the thought. <br><br>In all of his musing and cringe-inducing thoughts, he hardly noticed himself reaching his destination-- room 105. As much as he hated the thought of his roommate, his bags were getting quite heavy, and he couldn’t wait to put them down. The overly-warm air of the dorm had made his hair grow flat, and he was ashamed to admit that he was actually sweating-- who did he have to blow for some air? He let out the tiniest of huffs, and would push open the door to the fairly-empty room. The boy stepped inside, and after placing his bags upon the bed, would go to work shaping his once-perfect-hair into a reasonable bun.<br><br>When he was finished with his task, the boy would move over to gaze at himself in the mirror. Sparkling blue-hues gazed back him, and a smile couldn’t help but spread upon his glossed lips. Even after that trek, he still felt that he looked damn good! He wore a skin-tight T-shirt, a light pink, with a contrasting zombie-hello-kitty design upon it. The blood was black, and added an interesting feel to the boy's look. Black jeans clung to his legs, skinny, and tight-- he made sure that it showed off his more ‘prominent’ features. His nails were painted pink and black, and they would seem to glimmer as he slid them up along the front of his shirt, feeling himself, exploring his form a little, while he was alone.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br>(https://media.giphy.com/media/TbjTQ9wuxCSPK/giphy.gif)<br><br><strong><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">Shane Harris</span></strong><br><strong><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">Lancelot Dorms</span></strong><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Rp: </strong>Stealing a wild Snow and an Ebony for shits and giggles</span><br><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size">(holy shit I love that old actress Maureen, she's gorgeous)</span><br><br><br>Holy shit another year at Jamison Clarke. This was her third year to be exact and she was still stuck with the bronze student group. Not that it bothered her one bit, as much as she hated having to stay at the school, the twenty year old it was easy pickings whilst working on college credits. What more could you ask for when you were a rebellious lesbian? Once receiving her assigned dorm room for this term, Shane read the name <strong>"Ebony"</strong> as her roommate and wondered briefly if the staff at JC had finally given up and assigned her a female. Her crystal blue orbs slid down the piece of paper to the sex of the student. <br><br><br>Male.<br><br><br><em>Well that's an interesting name for a guy</em>, she thought. As she stopped short her eyes scanning the source of the commotion. A smirk gracing her lips as Shane took in the sight of the redhead who was kicking up a fuss about her living quarters. <strong>"Interesting." </strong>One look at the new student and you'd assume she was one of those bi-sexual dames that looked very much like a 1960's Hollywood star. But no amount of lighting or fair skin could prepare Shane for the outburst the girl let out. It made Shane's lip quirk in a slight smirk, if the term "you can't judge a book by it's cover," applied to anyone it would be to this girl. Running her fingers through her hair, Shane stopped her rants and grabbed the girl's hand tugging her towards her own dorm room that she was going to be sharing with this Ebony kid. <br><br><br><strong>"Come on, gorgeous. Come meet my roommate, it's not so bad. Trust me. We're all here for the same reason."</strong> She smirked with a slight chuckle as she tugged the redhead towards her dorm room. Before opening the door Shane leaned in towards the girl and whispered softly, <strong>"have you ever hung out with a gay boy? They smell better then most."</strong> It amused her as she straightened up and opened the door to the dorm room she'd be sharing with Ebony. Spotting an androgynous looking boy gazing at himself in the mirror. Blond, petite for a guy Shane couldn't help but grin at the blond kid with a man bun. Oh yes they would be amazing friends, Shane could tell instantly the moment she spotted him. Though he had to be sure the this was in fact Ebony and not some random guy who got lost on the way to his own room. <strong>"Ebony? I'm Shane. And this stray pussy cat is.....?"</strong> She asked as she squeezed the girl's hand and smirked in her direction. Shane androgynous looking herself tended to have both sexes attracted to her. Including but not limited to some straight girls questioning their own sexual preference. Letting go of Snow's hand the brunette with the tattoo's made her way to the window and opened it. Sitting on the windowsill she pulled out a pack of smokes and lite a cigarette blowing smoke out the window as her crystal blue eyes look below to the ground, watching various students walking in and out or chatting in groups. Like a cat she watched them lazily noting the ones she was interested in before she turned her attention back on Ebony and Snow. <strong>"She refuses to room with boys."</strong> Shane smirked as a way of introduction. Not knowing much else about the little redhead. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StormAngelus</strong> on <strong>23-03-2016, 01:40:21</strong>
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				As Snow was unceremoniously dragged toward Shane's room, she couldn't help but notice that she smelled incredible, and when Shane commented about rooming with gay boys, it finally hit her that that was likely going to happen to her - and she stopped bitching, just like that. "Same could be said for you..." she muttered as she was pulled into the room. When the beautiful boy with huge blue eyes looked at them in surprise, Snow stopped dead in her tracks. <br><br>He. Was. GORGEOUS! "OH my gawd, you're so pretty!" she said to Ebony before the words would stop. "I'm sorry!" she said, clapping her hand over her mouth. At Shane's remark about rooming with a boy, she tossed her an annoyed but amused look. "If I have one as pretty as him," she said, nodding to Ebony. "I don't think I'll have a problem. My name's Snow - and as you could see, I'm across the hall in 104. I don't think they've been able to find a roommate for me, yet." She snickered. "I think they're worried I'd run them off. Not that I care - I prefer girls any day of the week." She smiled. "Nice to meet you both, Shane, and, since Shane forgot her manners..." She extended a hand to Ebony. "Nice to meet you too. And I love your nails!" she said, noticing. She wasn't really a girly type, but she did have hers dark red with a shimmer in it, kept well and only about a quarter of an inch above the tips of the fingers. She wore a little schoolgirl's skirt - all the better to show off toned, well-muscled but sexy pale legs - and a white button-up blouse unbuttoned halfway, showing off the edges of the pale green lacy bra. "My full name's Snowden Frost, but my friends just call me Snow. Hence why I don't hear it much." She laughed. "Most people find me quite... intense." Her gaze slid to Shane. "This is my first year. What about you two?" she asked, her eyes flickering between the two.
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErisXfrost</strong> on <strong>23-03-2016, 02:13:22</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246315.msg12174812#msg12174812">Quote from: Mxyzptlk on 22-03-2016, 22:50:46</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br><br><br><br><br>(https://media.giphy.com/media/TbjTQ9wuxCSPK/giphy.gif)<br><br><strong><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">Shane Harris</span></strong><br><strong><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">Lancelot Dorms</span></strong><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Rp: </strong>Stealing a wild Snow and an Ebony for shits and giggles</span><br><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size">(holy shit I love that old actress Maureen, she's gorgeous)</span><br><br><br>Holy shit another year at Jamison Clarke. This was her third year to be exact and she was still stuck with the bronze student group. Not that it bothered her one bit, as much as she hated having to stay at the school, the twenty year old it was easy pickings whilst working on college credits. What more could you ask for when you were a rebellious lesbian? Once receiving her assigned dorm room for this term, Shane read the name <strong>"Ebony"</strong> as her roommate and wondered briefly if the staff at JC had finally given up and assigned her a female. Her crystal blue orbs slid down the piece of paper to the sex of the student. <br><br><br>Male.<br><br><br><em>Well that's an interesting name for a guy</em>, she thought. As she stopped short her eyes scanning the source of the commotion. A smirk gracing her lips as Shane took in the sight of the redhead who was kicking up a fuss about her living quarters. <strong>"Interesting." </strong>One look at the new student and you'd assume she was one of those bi-sexual dames that looked very much like a 1960's Hollywood star. But no amount of lighting or fair skin could prepare Shane for the outburst the girl let out. It made Shane's lip quirk in a slight smirk, if the term "you can't judge a book by it's cover," applied to anyone it would be to this girl. Running her fingers through her hair, Shane stopped her rants and grabbed the girl's hand tugging her towards her own dorm room that she was going to be sharing with this Ebony kid. <br><br><br><strong>"Come on, gorgeous. Come meet my roommate, it's not so bad. Trust me. We're all here for the same reason."</strong> She smirked with a slight chuckle as she tugged the redhead towards her dorm room. Before opening the door Shane leaned in towards the girl and whispered softly, <strong>"have you ever hung out with a gay boy? They smell better then most."</strong> It amused her as she straightened up and opened the door to the dorm room she'd be sharing with Ebony. Spotting an androgynous looking boy gazing at himself in the mirror. Blond, petite for a guy Shane couldn't help but grin at the blond kid with a man bun. Oh yes they would be amazing friends, Shane could tell instantly the moment she spotted him. Though he had to be sure the this was in fact Ebony and not some random guy who got lost on the way to his own room. <strong>"Ebony? I'm Shane. And this stray pussy cat is.....?"</strong> She asked as she squeezed the girl's hand and smirked in her direction. Shane androgynous looking herself tended to have both sexes attracted to her. Including but not limited to some straight girls questioning their own sexual preference. Letting go of Snow's hand the brunette with the tattoo's made her way to the window and opened it. Sitting on the windowsill she pulled out a pack of smokes and lite a cigarette blowing smoke out the window as her crystal blue eyes look below to the ground, watching various students walking in and out or chatting in groups. Like a cat she watched them lazily noting the ones she was interested in before she turned her attention back on Ebony and Snow. <strong>"She refuses to room with boys."</strong> Shane smirked as a way of introduction. Not knowing much else about the little redhead. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246315.msg12175322#msg12175322">Quote from: StormAngelus on 23-03-2016, 01:40:21</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">As Snow was unceremoniously dragged toward Shane's room, she couldn't help but notice that she smelled incredible, and when Shane commented about rooming with gay boys, it finally hit her that that was likely going to happen to her - and she stopped bitching, just like that. "Same could be said for you..." she muttered as she was pulled into the room. When the beautiful boy with huge blue eyes looked at them in surprise, Snow stopped dead in his tracks. <br><br>He. Was. GORGEOUS! "OH my gawd, you're so pretty!" she said to Ebony before the words would stop. "I'm sorry!" she said, clapping her hand over her mouth. At Shane's remark about rooming with a boy, she tossed her an annoyed but amused look. "If I have one as pretty as him," she said, nodding to Ebony. "I don't think I'll have a problem. My name's Snow - and as you could see, I'm across the hall in 104. I don't think they've been able to find a roommate for me, yet." She snickered. "I think they're worried I'd run them off. Not that I care - I prefer girls any day of the week." She smiled. "Nice to meet you both, Shane, and, since Shane forgot her manners..." She extended a hand to Ebony. "Nice to meet you too. And I love your nails!" she said, noticing. She wasn't really a girly type, but she did have hers dark red with a shimmer in it, kept well and only about a quarter of an inch above the tips of the fingers. She wore a little schoolgirl's skirt - all the better to show off toned, well-muscled but sexy pale legs - and a white button-up blouse unbuttoned halfway, showing off the edges of the pale green lacy bra. "My full name's Snowden Frost, but my friends just call me Snow. Hence why I don't hear it much." She laughed. "Most people find me quite... intense." Her gaze slid to Shane. "This is my first year. What about you two?" she asked, her eyes flickering between the two.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><hr><hr><br><div align="center">(http://49.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxlrsew05k1ql9h78o1_r1_500.gif)</div><br><br><div align="center">When they entered into the room, their senses would be instantly teased with a hint of strawberry. It wasn’t overpowering, but it was just strong enough to draw somebody towards the androgynous boy, and seek out more of that delicious scent. His sapphire eyes didn’t seem too phased by the entrance of the two women, and his hand would continue it’s trail back down his sleek body. He smiled towards the androgynous woman-- she seemed different than what he expected, and he silently hoped that this was ‘his’ Shane. “The one and only,” he almost posed as she said his named, and his smile only lingered when she had given him her own. <br><br>As Shane went to light up, the androgynous boy would make his move towards the redhead-- he inched closer to her, gazing at her features, and walking around her almost as if inspecting her. “You should really switch to a different shampoo...” He would comment, before moving once more to stand in front of her. “Your hair is gorgeous, but it has so much unrealized potential!” What? He liked to help. It wasn’t that she wasn’t pretty-- the woman was beautiful, but Ebony could see so much more in her future!<br><br>“I know...” He would smile at the compliment, painfully aware of his looks. “If you don’t want your boy, darling, I’ll certainly take him...I’ve been itching for some fun since I got here.” He took her hand, shaking it in his soft, sugary-scented grip. “Ebony Flourette Rain, and it’s pleasure, darling.” He winked to her, before slipping away to join Shane near the window. “There’s nothing wrong with intense-- it can lead to quite the workout.” He chuckled at his own little joke, and would pull out a cigarette of his own. He lit the stick, and took a slow drag, exhaling out of the open window.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StormAngelus</strong> on <strong>23-03-2016, 04:21:30</strong>
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				Name: Snowden Frost<br>Rank: Bronze student<br>Pic: Maureen O'Hara&nbsp; https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/11/3b/0b/113b0b3de0c5f7f6ab8cec4a6dbadbc9.jpg<br>RP is open to anybody<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246315.msg12175424#msg12175424">Quote from: ErisXfrost on 23-03-2016, 02:13:22</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><hr><hr><br><div align="center">(http://49.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxlrsew05k1ql9h78o1_r1_500.gif)</div><br><br><div align="center">When they entered into the room, their senses would be instantly teased with a hint of strawberry. It wasn’t overpowering, but it was just strong enough to draw somebody towards the androgynous boy, and seek out more of that delicious scent. His sapphire eyes didn’t seem too phased by the entrance of the two women, and his hand would continue it’s trail back down his sleek body. He smiled towards the androgynous woman-- she seemed different than what he expected, and he silently hoped that this was ‘his’ Shane. “The one and only,” he almost posed as she said his named, and his smile only lingered when she had given him her own. <br><br>As Shane went to light up, the androgynous boy would make his move towards the redhead-- he inched closer to her, gazing at her features, and walking around her almost as if inspecting her. “You should really switch to a different shampoo...” He would comment, before moving once more to stand in front of her. “Your hair is gorgeous, but it has so much unrealized potential!” What? He liked to help. It wasn’t that she wasn’t pretty-- the woman was beautiful, but Ebony could see so much more in her future!<br><br>“I know...” He would smile at the compliment, painfully aware of his looks. “If you don’t want your boy, darling, I’ll certainly take him...I’ve been itching for some fun since I got here.” He took her hand, shaking it in his soft, sugary-scented grip. “Ebony Flourette Rain, and it’s pleasure, darling.” He winked to her, before slipping away to join Shane near the window. “There’s nothing wrong with intense-- it can lead to quite the workout.” He chuckled at his own little joke, and would pull out a cigarette of his own. He lit the stick, and took a slow drag, exhaling out of the open window.</div></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Snow chuckled, then turned. "Gimmie a sec, one of those sounds heavenly right about now..." She hurried back to her room, grabbed her smokes - one thing her mom wasn't aware of, thank god, she'd have never heard the end of it - and came back, using Shane's lighter to light her smoke and took a long, soothing drag from it, exhaling a few rings and blowing a line through it, laughing. "Eh, the beauty thing's never worked out for me. My mom seems to think it's sick to have a body." She shrugged. "And she's trying to 'cure my gay' - Lord, she's so stuck in the Dark Ages." She grinned at Ebony. "I'll let myself be your canvas, and you my artist, hmmm? Perhaps you can teach me what my mother never let my friends." She took another drag. "Ugh, nothing like what I prefer, these, but they do the job." Exhaling, she laughed at Ebony's comment about the boys. "Well, if any of them are like you, I won't mind so much. Though I'm sure we can work out a rental agreement." She snickered, dropping her smokes. "Shit..." she murmured, bending over to pick them up - and giving Shane a nice sneak peek at her matching pale green thongs. Straightening, she turned back to them. "So, yeah. If you wanna doll me up sometime, let me know. I'm willing to try anything once, twice if it felt good, all the time if it gets me laid frequently!" She grinned mischievously. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>23-03-2016, 05:54:48</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246315.msg12175424#msg12175424">Quote from: ErisXfrost on 23-03-2016, 02:13:22</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><hr><hr><br>(http://49.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxlrsew05k1ql9h78o1_r1_500.gif)<br><br>When they entered into the room, their senses would be instantly teased with a hint of strawberry. It wasn’t overpowering, but it was just strong enough to draw somebody towards the androgynous boy, and seek out more of that delicious scent. His sapphire eyes didn’t seem too phased by the entrance of the two women, and his hand would continue it’s trail back down his sleek body. He smiled towards the androgynous woman-- she seemed different than what he expected, and he silently hoped that this was ‘his’ Shane. “The one and only,” he almost posed as she said his named, and his smile only lingered when she had given him her own. <br><br>As Shane went to light up, the androgynous boy would make his move towards the redhead-- he inched closer to her, gazing at her features, and walking around her almost as if inspecting her. “You should really switch to a different shampoo...” He would comment, before moving once more to stand in front of her. “Your hair is gorgeous, but it has so much unrealized potential!” What? He liked to help. It wasn’t that she wasn’t pretty-- the woman was beautiful, but Ebony could see so much more in her future!<br><br>“I know...” He would smile at the compliment, painfully aware of his looks. “If you don’t want your boy, darling, I’ll certainly take him...I’ve been itching for some fun since I got here.” He took her hand, shaking it in his soft, sugary-scented grip. “Ebony Flourette Rain, and it’s pleasure, darling.” He winked to her, before slipping away to join Shane near the window. “There’s nothing wrong with intense-- it can lead to quite the workout.” He chuckled at his own little joke, and would pull out a cigarette of his own. He lit the stick, and took a slow drag, exhaling out of the open window.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246315.msg12175775#msg12175775">Quote from: StormAngelus on 23-03-2016, 04:21:30</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Name: Snowden Frost<br>Rank: Bronze student<br>Pic: Maureen O'Hara&nbsp; https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/11/3b/0b/113b0b3de0c5f7f6ab8cec4a6dbadbc9.jpg (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/11/3b/0b/113b0b3de0c5f7f6ab8cec4a6dbadbc9.jpg)<br>RP is open to anybody<br><br>Snow chuckled, then turned. "Gimmie a sec, one of those sounds heavenly right about now..." She hurried back to her room, grabbed her smokes - one thing her mom wasn't aware of, thank god, she'd have never heard the end of it - and came back, using Shane's lighter to light her smoke and took a long, soothing drag from it, exhaling a few rings and blowing a line through it, laughing. "Eh, the beauty thing's never worked out for me. My mom seems to think it's sick to have a body." She shrugged. "And she's trying to 'cure my gay' - Lord, she's so stuck in the Dark Ages." She grinned at Ebony. "I'll let myself be your canvas, and you my artist, hmmm? Perhaps you can teach me what my mother never let my friends." She took another drag. "Ugh, nothing like what I prefer, these, but they do the job." Exhaling, she laughed at Ebony's comment about the boys. "Well, if any of them are like you, I won't mind so much. Though I'm sure we can work out a rental agreement." She snickered, dropping her smokes. "Shit..." she murmured, bending over to pick them up - and giving Shane a nice sneak peek at her matching pale green thongs. Straightening, she turned back to them. "So, yeah. If you wanna doll me up sometime, let me know. I'm willing to try anything once, twice if it felt good, all the time if it gets me laid frequently!" She grinned mischievously. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br>(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/8c/d0/ea/8cd0ead462d447999e9e6d44b39a3af4.jpg)<br><br>Shane watched the two of them carefully, studying each of their behaviors. Snow was correct, Ebony was a gorgeous human being. If Shane didn't know any better she would think the boy was a girl for a brief moment. His almost white locks were perfection against his skin tone. Shane couldn't help but smirk at Snow's remark. Almost offering up the pretty little boy swapping roommates if she wanted him that badly. The brunette's brow arched high at Snow's comment about her manners. Almost rolling them it was apparent she didn't know Ebony herself and was just meeting him as well. <br><br><br>Shane's eyes glanced down at Ebony's nails and Snow's in turn. Extending her free hand that wasn't holding her cigarette to glance at her own nails. Black. Short. Just the way she liked them. A lesbian with long nails was a hazard to most women. Best to keep them short, unless you were completely femme. Clearly Shane didn't fall in that spectrum, but could pull off make-up, high heels and a dress if need be. Snow. Another interesting name. Intense? Shane cocked her brow as Snow described herself, a partial grin appeared briefly on her lips as she pulled another drag from her cigarette blowing it out. Intense wouldn't be a word she would use to describe the newbie Snow. Exuberant. That was the word. Yet Shane didn't say this out loud. <br><br><br>Instead opting for casting her eyes on the one and only boy in the room. Beautiful, a bit cocky yet someone that Shane could handle as a roommate. Besides the kid smelled like strawberries. It was almost like sharing a room with another girl. Shane snorted at Ebony's response to Snow. Her eyes taking in Snow once more as her imagination ran rampant. Intense and workout clearly helping to fuel Shane's imagination. Licking her lips the brunette flicked her bud out the window making sure there was no one below before she did so. <br><br><br>Her attention turning back to Ebony as he joined her by the window for a smoke of his own. She watched the petite man take a drag of his cig, her eyes casting down to his neck. Before they met his face, smiling slightly as she turned in the direction of the other girl who had exited the dorm to get her own smokes. <strong>"Think she likes you. Watch yourself, she might just turn you straight."</strong> She chuckled teasing her new dorm-mate before her attention was once again on Snow as she rejoined them. <strong>"Wanna switch?"</strong> Shane asked Snow turning then to Ebony as she pulled out another cigarette and lite it, lighting up Snow's cig in the process. Shane wondered if maybe Snow wanted to be roommate's with Ebony instead. But her eyes met with Ebony's as her brow shot up almost disappearing into her hairlines. Her lips pursed together before she smirked. Her attention drawn to Snow who had dropped her pack of smokes on the floor. <br><br><br>Yes her eyes wandered, yes they got a good look at the pale green thong she was wearing. Shane's eyes spoke volumes yet she said nothing to confirm she had just checked out the other girl's ass. Instead she reached for Snow's long red hair, right on the back of her head and tugged it gently to bring her closer. Shane's face mere inches from Snow's as her eyes took her in, studying every inch of her face. <strong>"You don't need a make-over."</strong> The corner of her lip tugged slightly with a soft quick smile as she released the redhead gently. Before she took another drag, raised her brow then turned her attention back on Ebony. <strong>"So..."</strong> She exhaled, <strong>"we should have a get together. This is my third year and I get bored easily." </strong>Honestly if she didn't find a way out of this school she'd become the school's mascot soon enough. There was only so much meaningless sex you could have, tempting girls to the right side before you grew bored of it all. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErisXfrost</strong> on <strong>23-03-2016, 06:44:35</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246315.msg12175775#msg12175775">Quote from: StormAngelus on 23-03-2016, 04:21:30</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Name: Snowden Frost<br>Rank: Bronze student<br>Pic: Maureen O'Hara&nbsp; https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/11/3b/0b/113b0b3de0c5f7f6ab8cec4a6dbadbc9.jpg<br>RP is open to anybody<br><br>Snow chuckled, then turned. "Gimmie a sec, one of those sounds heavenly right about now..." She hurried back to her room, grabbed her smokes - one thing her mom wasn't aware of, thank god, she'd have never heard the end of it - and came back, using Shane's lighter to light her smoke and took a long, soothing drag from it, exhaling a few rings and blowing a line through it, laughing. "Eh, the beauty thing's never worked out for me. My mom seems to think it's sick to have a body." She shrugged. "And she's trying to 'cure my gay' - Lord, she's so stuck in the Dark Ages." She grinned at Ebony. "I'll let myself be your canvas, and you my artist, hmmm? Perhaps you can teach me what my mother never let my friends." She took another drag. "Ugh, nothing like what I prefer, these, but they do the job." Exhaling, she laughed at Ebony's comment about the boys. "Well, if any of them are like you, I won't mind so much. Though I'm sure we can work out a rental agreement." She snickered, dropping her smokes. "Shit..." she murmured, bending over to pick them up - and giving Shane a nice sneak peek at her matching pale green thongs. Straightening, she turned back to them. "So, yeah. If you wanna doll me up sometime, let me know. I'm willing to try anything once, twice if it felt good, all the time if it gets me laid frequently!" She grinned mischievously. <br><br><br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246315.msg12175994#msg12175994">Quote from: Mxyzptlk on 23-03-2016, 05:54:48</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br><br><br><br>(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/8c/d0/ea/8cd0ead462d447999e9e6d44b39a3af4.jpg)<br><br>Shane watched the two of them carefully, studying each of their behaviors. Snow was correct, Ebony was a gorgeous human being. If Shane didn't know any better she would think the boy was a girl for a brief moment. His almost white locks were perfection against his skin tone. Shane couldn't help but smirk at Snow's remark. Almost offering up the pretty little boy swapping roommates if she wanted him that badly. The brunette's brow arched high at Snow's comment about her manners. Almost rolling them it was apparent she didn't know Ebony herself and was just meeting him as well. <br><br><br>Shane's eyes glanced down at Ebony's nails and Snow's in turn. Extending her free hand that wasn't holding her cigarette to glance at her own nails. Black. Short. Just the way she liked them. A lesbian with long nails was a hazard to most women. Best to keep them short, unless you were completely femme. Clearly Shane didn't fall in that spectrum, but could pull off make-up, high heels and a dress if need be. Snow. Another interesting name. Intense? Shane cocked her brow as Snow described herself, a partial grin appeared briefly on her lips as she pulled another drag from her cigarette blowing it out. Intense wouldn't be a word she would use to describe the newbie Snow. Exuberant. That was the word. Yet Shane didn't say this out loud. <br><br><br>Instead opting for casting her eyes on the one and only boy in the room. Beautiful, a bit cocky yet someone that Shane could handle as a roommate. Besides the kid smelled like strawberries. It was almost like sharing a room with another girl. Shane snorted at Ebony's response to Snow. Her eyes taking in Snow once more as her imagination ran rampant. Intense and workout clearly helping to fuel Shane's imagination. Licking her lips the brunette flicked her bud out the window making sure there was no one below before she did so. <br><br><br>Her attention turning back to Ebony as he joined her by the window for a smoke of his own. She watched the petite man take a drag of his cig, her eyes casting down to his neck. Before they met his face, smiling slightly as she turned in the direction of the other girl who had exited the dorm to get her own smokes. <strong>"Think she likes you. Watch yourself, she might just turn you straight."</strong> She chuckled teasing her new dorm-mate before her attention was once again on Snow as she rejoined them. <strong>"Wanna switch?"</strong> Shane asked Snow turning then to Ebony as she pulled out another cigarette and lite it, lighting up Snow's cig in the process. Shane wondered if maybe Snow wanted to be roommate's with Ebony instead. But her eyes met with Ebony's as her brow shot up almost disappearing into her hairlines. Her lips pursed together before she smirked. Her attention drawn to Snow who had dropped her pack of smokes on the floor. <br><br><br>Yes her eyes wandered, yes they got a good look at the pale green thong she was wearing. Shane's eyes spoke volumes yet she said nothing to confirm she had just checked out the other girl's ass. Instead she reached for Snow's long red hair, right on the back of her head and tugged it gently to bring her closer. Shane's face mere inches from Snow's as her eyes took her in, studying every inch of her face. <strong>"You don't need a make-over."</strong> The corner of her lip tugged slightly with a soft quick smile as she released the redhead gently. Before she took another drag, raised her brow then turned her attention back on Ebony. <strong>"So..."</strong> She exhaled, <strong>"we should have a get together. This is my third year and I get bored easily." </strong>Honestly if she didn't find a way out of this school she'd become the school's mascot soon enough. There was only so much meaningless sex you could have, tempting girls to the right side before you grew bored of it all. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><hr><hr><br><div align="center">(http://49.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxlrsew05k1ql9h78o1_r1_500.gif)</div><br>Snow definitely seemed like the hyper-sort-- not that this was necessarily a bad thing. Still, he couldn’t help but ponder if such a trait could get her into trouble. His crystalline eyes watched as she would leave the room, and when the coast was clear, he would turn those bright hues back towards his intriguing roommate. She was handsome, in her own right, and held a strange beauty that Ebony found attractive in a dorm-mate-- he thought that they would be a good match, a great contrast. Of course, only time would tell if this was actually true. <br><br>Ebony would chuckle at her comment, and his smoke would seem to linger around his delicate form. “Really? I think you’d have a better chance at that, than her.” He would tease back, before putting his own cigarette out on the windowsill. It honestly wouldn’t surprise him if some confused soul developed a crush on him-- it wouldn’t be the first time, and he was sure that it wouldn’t be the last. They found his androgyny comforting, and though it was clear that he was gay, they would still seem to get so disappointed when he turned them down. <br><br>The object of their conversation would finally return, and by this point, the boy was starting to light up his second smoke. “Aww, you don’t want me, Shane?” The boy would tease, his tone taking on a feigned hint of sadness. “You wounded me~” He placed his hand upon his heart, and would rest the back of his cigarette hand against his forehead in a very dramatic fashion. With his little display finished, his gaze would return to the two women-- a smirk clearly resting upon his painted features. <br><br>The cherry of his cigarette glowed brightly, as he would focus on the hyper red-head. Her mother wouldn’t let her express herself, with her own body? What a shame-- she truly sounded like an unfortunate woman, who no amount of Vaseline could fix. Ebony’s parents saw his own make-up as just a phase, and until they found out about his little attraction to men, they would ignore it-- living in a world of delusions, while blinding themselves to the truths around them. Even if they did try to stop him, the fact that it was ‘forbidden’ made it all the more fun. <br><br>“Darling, I can show you a whole new world! I have just the look for you-- do you like gold?” Make-up was a passion, and any unfortunate soul who would put themselves into his hands, he would be happy to help. <br><br>His features seemed to light up at the mention of a party, and he would flick the remainder of his cigarette out of the window. “That’s something you and I have in common. This place seems like a total drag-- we need to light a fire under it’s ass!” The boy was already in the mood to raise a little hell, and any chance to scope out the local ‘meat’, he would be more than happy to take. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StormAngelus</strong> on <strong>23-03-2016, 09:35:35</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246315.msg12176084#msg12176084">Quote from: ErisXfrost on 23-03-2016, 06:44:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><hr><hr><br><div align="center">(http://49.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxlrsew05k1ql9h78o1_r1_500.gif)</div><br>Snow definitely seemed like the hyper-sort-- not that this was necessarily a bad thing. Still, he couldn’t help but ponder if such a trait could get her into trouble. His crystalline eyes watched as she would leave the room, and when the coast was clear, he would turn those bright hues back towards his intriguing roommate. She was handsome, in her own right, and held a strange beauty that Ebony found attractive in a dorm-mate-- he thought that they would be a good match, a great contrast. Of course, only time would tell if this was actually true. <br><br>Ebony would chuckle at her comment, and his smoke would seem to linger around his delicate form. “Really? I think you’d have a better chance at that, than her.” He would tease back, before putting his own cigarette out on the windowsill. It honestly wouldn’t surprise him if some confused soul developed a crush on him-- it wouldn’t be the first time, and he was sure that it wouldn’t be the last. They found his androgyny comforting, and though it was clear that he was gay, they would still seem to get so disappointed when he turned them down. <br><br>The object of their conversation would finally return, and by this point, the boy was starting to light up his second smoke. “Aww, you don’t want me, Shane?” The boy would tease, his tone taking on a feigned hint of sadness. “You wounded me~” He placed his hand upon his heart, and would rest the back of his cigarette hand against his forehead in a very dramatic fashion. With his little display finished, his gaze would return to the two women-- a smirk clearly resting upon his painted features. <br><br>The cherry of his cigarette glowed brightly, as he would focus on the hyper red-head. Her mother wouldn’t let her express herself, with her own body? What a shame-- she truly sounded like an unfortunate woman, who no amount of Vaseline could fix. Ebony’s parents saw his own make-up as just a phase, and until they found out about his little attraction to men, they would ignore it-- living in a world of delusions, while blinding themselves to the truths around them. Even if they did try to stop him, the fact that it was ‘forbidden’ made it all the more fun. <br><br>“Darling, I can show you a whole new world! I have just the look for you-- do you like gold?” Make-up was a passion, and any unfortunate soul who would put themselves into his hands, he would be happy to help. <br><br>His features seemed to light up at the mention of a party, and he would flick the remainder of his cigarette out of the window. “That’s something you and I have in common. This place seems like a total drag-- we need to light a fire under it’s ass!” The boy was already in the mood to raise a little hell, and any chance to scope out the local ‘meat’, he would be more than happy to take. <br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Feeling Shane pull her back by the hair, even gently, was enough to start her temper flaring, but her words stopped her voice flat. Shane thought she was cute? That was a first. Most chicks - even the non-femmes - really didn't dig Snow's look. They thought she was mean, and, well, yeah, she was - living with her mother had kind of turned her into a bully. She blinked in surprise at her compliment, though, and it took her a moment to register what Ebony had said. "Gold?" She blinked again, then covered her sudden nerves by taking another drag from her smoke. "Oh, yeah... Just don't make me look like the Happy Hooker, and we're good, ya know?" She leaned her butt against the desk on Shane's side, monkey fucking one cigarette from the other and pinching out the tip, throwing it out the window once she saw it was clear.<br><br>Snow spotted the looks going between the two and felt like a third wheel. However, when a party was mentioned, she could hardly stop grinning. "Oh, I've already got a party in my bag," she gestured over her shoulder with the hand holding the cigarette. "But if you have something a little more legal in mind, I'm game." She grinned, inhaling on her cigarette. "And no, Shane, as sweet as that is, I think Ebony should be the one to decide that, and hell - he's right across from me, so I can borrow him if I need to." She winked at Ebony in a friendly manner, letting him know she wasn't into the game of falling for the wrong sexuality. "Besides," she added, stepping close to Ebony and putting her face alongside his in a playful, over dramatic gesture. "How could I take this beauty from thy presence? Somebody's gotta keep you up nights, chatting." She drew back from Ebony, grinning and giggling a little, starting to relax around them. "So, what kind of par-tay did you have in mind?" Finishing her second smoke, she pinched it out again and threw it out the window, again watching for targets. <em>That could make for some hilarity...</em> she mused quietly. "Water balloon bombing people from here, maybe?" She teased. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>24-03-2016, 07:02:54</strong>
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				<br><div align="center">(https://img.buzzfeed.com/buzzfeed-static/static/2015-08/25/2/enhanced/webdr14/anigif_enhanced-4596-1440484028-8.gif)</div><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><br><br>The male blond threw banter back at Shane expertly, causing the brunette to smirk. <strong>"Naturally,"</strong> Shane had the knack of calming women down. Snow wouldn't be an exception, not yet anyways. So far she hadn't done anything to impress Shane just yet. Of course that all changed when the woman in question bent over far enough for Shane to see her pale green thong. But that all happened shortly after Shane offered up switching dorm mates. Ok, officially Ebony was adorable in Shane's eyes. There was no way she would give up rooming with the guy. Snickering slightly at his dramatic display. "What can I say, doll. I'm a heart breaker." The woman smirked with a wink before she took a drag of her cigarette. <br><br><br>Raising her brow now as Ebony went on explaining about gold make-up and such. There were times that Shane applied slight make-up. But gold? That sort of stuff you found on strippers. Snorting and slightly covering her mouth with her fingers before she shook her head. Shane cocked her brow at Snow a slight grin on her lips as she watched her now get up in Ebony's face. "Easy slick." She smirked as she put her hand on Snow's shoulder and tugged her back gently. Nodding about being in her third year. <strong>"Mmmhmmm"</strong> Shane pursed her lips and twisted them to the side slightly as she narrowed her eyes thoughtfully and shook her head, <strong>"water ballons? Not today doll."</strong> <br><br><br>Standing up of the windowsill she clapped her hands, <strong>"tonight, there will be a DJ."</strong> She pointed to herself with a grin. <strong>"Booze." </strong>She opened up a cupboard that was on her side of the room, <strong>"boys annnd girls."</strong> A devilish grin now graced her lips as she walked out the room, to spread the word. As she walked out, you could hear her every couple of minutes saying,<strong> "Party in room 105. Bring your own stuff for cover charge."</strong> Shane new the rules, she knew exactly what the staff would be up to tonight. They would be having a party of their own and be too busy to give a shit about the students. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StormAngelus</strong> on <strong>24-03-2016, 07:37:08</strong>
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				Snow laughed. "Just booze? What if I wanted to bring something a little.... better?" She grinned. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>26-03-2016, 20:28:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://communabuilder.tapuz.co.il/UsersFolders/roni1/images/1704200544805.jpg)</div><br>It had been a confusing last few months for Aisha and it didn't seem to be ending any time soon. She had been into girls for as long as she could remember but only recently did she start to feel bad about it. Why couldn't she just like guys, like most girls. After she had shared her struggles with her parents, who told her they loved her no matter what, eventually they came up with a brochure about the school. Aisha did some research and eventually signed up. <br><br>She had travelled alone to the school, with just her trusty e-reader and a suitcase full of her belongings as she knew she would be staying on campus. <br><br>The school though, confused her even more. It felt as if the students were there because they wanted to be there but for all the wrong reasons. None of them seemed to be bothered about their sexuality and in fact most seemed to cherish it. <br><br>She had been sitting in the hallway until the introductions began. At this stage, everybody sat at the back, as usual in highschools and colleges but Aisha found a seat on the front row, desperate to learn more about this school and hoping she could go home sooner rather than later. Cured and ready to start her new life with a boyfriend and perhaps a baby. <br><br>Introductions over, she had been assigned a room with a guy, which was exciting for her until she learned that the male she was sharing a room with seemed to be a metalhead, emo kid or whatever they are called and they literally no topics in common to talk about. So after a rather forced and very awkward 'get to know you' with her room mate, Aisha left, trying to find the famous library. <br><br>It only took two turns before she was lost. Not just the library but also the stairs leading down and in fact, her own room. Carefully she stuck her head around the corner of an open door. A female was in the room but Aisha couldn't see a guy. Next to it, on the nametag it showed two names, Domino Rocha and some other exotic name. Both names meant nothing to her so she didn't know the name of the girl.<br><br>"Ahem... Excuse me? I eh.. I'm new and I'm kinda lost already." <br><br>She stuttered for excuses and wished the floor would open beneath her.<br><br>"I was looking for the library. Could you... tell me where it is?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ajtrue</strong> on <strong>27-03-2016, 01:34:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://33.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxux9f2n8W1qanpzp.gif)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Selene Adele Hollis<br><strong>Age:</strong> 20<br><strong>Status:</strong> Silver Level Student, 2nd year at JCPA<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lancelot Dorms | Room 107 (Selene Hollis &amp; Maddox Avery Dorm)<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> 9/3 | 1st day of fall term for JCPA | 1:27pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> NPC girly | Maddox Avery | CLOSED</span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">The girl moaned against her lips. Selene's tongue skated along the roof of the mouth she was kissing as her hand traveled slowly from waist up ribs to settle over the warm soft flesh of a breast. <br><br>"Mmmm," Sel murmured back, pulling out of the kiss just far enough so that her lips brushed against the girls when she spoke. "That feels good." The words were more of a statement than the question she meant them to be but Sel dove back into the kiss before allowing the girl her answer anyway. <br><br>They shifted on the bed, the girl rolling until Sel was on her back and was effectively mounted. The heat between her legs - Tonya? Mona? -&nbsp; settled firmly against Sel's thigh and rubbed firmly. Then her knee ground into the sensitive spot between Sel's own legs and Sel gasped with pleasure, her neck arching as -Lydia? - started to grind against her thigh in earnest.<br><br>Sel bit her lip and tilted her head back down to watch and caught sight of Lucinda's kiss bruised lips. Her eyelids fell to half mast and both hands traveled back to the girl's waist. She stroked the skin there softly.<br><br>With teasing yet firm motions she slipped her hands under the fabric of the girls shirt and worked it upwards.<br><br>Then with a sudden burst of movement, Sel curled upward at the abs, her hands pushing Nina's arms up as the fabric was forced up and over the girl's head. A little sound of satisfaction purled past Sel's lips as a lacy black bra came into view. Sel's own shirt had been lost to the floor moments after they entered the room. She felt Lola fumble with the clasp on the back of her bra.<br><br>The shirt was discarded and Sel leaned in, her mouth closing over one turgid nipple under the black lace as her arms curled around Tina. One arm went up to press into the creamy soft skin between her shoulder blades. The other slid down into the small space between the girl's spine and the hem of her jeans. Sel grabbed a handful of tight, young ass and squeezed just as she felt the clasp on her bra give way.<br><br>Using her teeth, Sel tugged the black lace out of her way as the girl in her arms writhed and gasped for air. Once the nipple finally popped free of the lace, Sel dove forward to feast on it. That was about the time she heard the door to her dorm room open...</span> <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / (ajtrue &amp; Mxyzptlk) Maddox and Selene</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>27-03-2016, 02:08:49</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246315.msg12186456#msg12186456">Quote from: ajtrue on 27-03-2016, 01:34:28</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Selene Adele Hollis<br><strong>Age:</strong> 20<br><strong>Status:</strong> Silver Level Student, 2nd year at JCPA<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lancelot Dorms | Room 107 (Selene Hollis &amp; Maddox Avery Dorm)<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> 9/3 | 1st day of fall term for JCPA | 1:27pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> NPC girly | Maddox Avery | CLOSED</span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">The girl moaned against her lips. Selene's tongue skated along the roof of the mouth she was kissing as her hand traveled slowly from waist up ribs to settle over the warm soft flesh of a breast. <br><br>"Mmmm," Sel murmured back, pulling out of the kiss just far enough so that her lips brushed against the girls when she spoke. "That feels good." The words were more of a statement than the question she meant them to be but Sel dove back into the kiss before allowing the girl her answer anyway. <br><br>They shifted on the bed, the girl rolling until Sel was on her back and was effectively mounted. The heat between her legs - Tonya? Mona? -&nbsp; settled firmly against Sel's thigh and rubbed firmly. Then her knee ground into the sensitive spot between Sel's own legs and Sel gasped with pleasure, her neck arching as -Lydia? - started to grind against her thigh in earnest.<br><br>Sel bit her lip and tilted her head back down to watch and caught sight of Lucinda's kiss bruised lips. Her eyelids fell to half mast and both hands traveled back to the girl's waist. She stroked the skin there softly.<br><br>With teasing yet firm motions she slipped her hands under the fabric of the girls shirt and worked it upwards.<br><br>Then with a sudden burst of movement, Sel curled upward at the abs, her hands pushing Nina's arms up as the fabric was forced up and over the girl's head. A little sound of satisfaction purled past Sel's lips as a lacy black bra came into view. Sel's own shirt had been lost to the floor moments after they entered the room. She felt Lola fumble with the clasp on the back of her bra.<br><br>The shirt was discarded and Sel leaned in, her mouth closing over one turgid nipple under the black lace as her arms curled around Tina. One arm went up to press into the creamy soft skin between her shoulder blades. The other slid down into the small space between the girl's spine and the hem of her jeans. Sel grabbed a handful of tight, young ass and squeezed just as she felt the clasp on her bra give way.<br><br>Using her teeth, Sel tugged the black lace out of her way as the girl in her arms writhed and gasped for air. Once the nipple finally popped free of the lace, Sel dove forward to feast on it. That was about the time she heard the door to her dorm room open...</span><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://media.giphy.com/media/jzv5RLeGNHamc/giphy.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maddox Avery<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Silver Student (2nd year)<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Mood:</strong> In shock as is. It's about to get worse.<br><strong>Tag:</strong> ajtrue and NPC girl.<br><br><hr><br>This was his second year at Jamison Clarke and Maddox had yet to explain that he wasn't gay! It was bad enough he had guys hitting on him all the time having to dodge them and then having to see girls with other girls. Not being able to like anyone sucked in his opinion. The best thing he could do was keep his head down and get his degree. Sooner rather than later he'd be graduating and never have to look back at the school. If only his parents were able to decipher his silence and see that he was NOT gay. If only they would have let him go to Yale instead, at this point he would even have attended community college if allowed. Alas he was stuck in the same school. <br><br>So there he was with his newest room assignment in mind. His dorm mate was some girl names Selene Hollis. He had yet to meet her but he figured he'd set up his side of his dorm room, take a shower and head over to the dining hall for something to eat anyways. He wasn't expecting her to be present as of yet and it would be better for him as he'd be able to pick the bed nearest the bathroom. Shock and in awe at all the newest students hanging out in the halls already hooking up with public displays of affection.&nbsp; But nothing would prepare him for his new dorm mate as he opened the door to room <strong>107</strong>. Awe? His jaw went slack and a sound like a wounded animal escaped his lips at the tangled mess of girl on girl. Boobs on display and bare backs. <br><br>Maddox blinked, gripping the doorknob tightly in his hand as he stood there taking root to the spot. Mr. Tree could not move from his spot, his body flushing all over as he turned his face to look at the empty bed not near the bathroom. Great, he had a roommate who clearly was going to make his school term hell this year. Displaying and flaunting sex almost as if she knew it would be torture for him. In that moment of viewing the two women in a compromising position, Maddox hadn't realized he knew who Selene was. He had her for various classes last year. Not that he was friends with anyone at the school but as observant as he was, he had noticed the redhead in the past. But he couldn't put the name to the face so he wasn't sure which girl was Selene. The redhead or the other one who looked quite put out at the interruption. For all he knew neither one of them was his dorm mate. <br>&nbsp;<br>Still not a word left his lips as he walked over to <em>his bed</em> dropping his bag down on it then proceeded to put his clothes away, ignoring the two girls and hoping they fucked off somewhere more private so he could get on with fixing up his Jamison Clark issued bed, desk, nightstand and drawer. Unrolling a poster of <em>Emma Stone</em> in <em>Zombieland</em> onto the wall behind his bed. Using thumbtacks to keep it in place as he smoothed it out. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ajtrue</strong> on <strong>27-03-2016, 03:04:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://33.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxux9f2n8W1qanpzp.gif)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Selene Adele Hollis<br><strong>Age:</strong> 20<br><strong>Status:</strong> Silver Level Student, 2nd year at JCPA<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lancelot Dorms | Room 107 (Selene Hollis &amp; Maddox Avery Dorm)<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> 9/3 | 1st day of fall term for JCPA | 1:27pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> NPC girly | Maddox Avery | CLOSED</span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Selene released the Laura’s delectable nipple with a small, audible pop and then let her lips ghost up the smooth flesh of the other girl until her eyes cleared the milky white skin of her shoulder to take in the visage of what was likely her new roommate standing poleaxed in the doorway.<br><br>Tara, for her part of things, seemed totally oblivious and started sliding one of her hands down the dancing muscles of Selene’s stomach. With her eyes on the boy, Sel’s tongue caught Mara’s earlobe and gave it a gentle swipe before pulling it between her lips to nibble at it. <br><br>Delilah’s fingers snaked under the waistband of her jeans, forcing the first button to snap open. A ragged sigh escaped Sel’s lips her head going lax on her shoulders as the boy determinedly dragged his eyes off them and crossed the room. She let her body go limp and bounce back to the bed to give Darcy more access.<br><br>Then Deirdre struck gold and Sel let out a ragged moan, rocking her hips into the other girls fingers. Sel tried to stay in the moment but she kept hearing the noise coming from the far side of the bed; paper crinkling, furniture being rummaged through.<br><br>Finally with a sigh, she reached down and placed one hand over the rocking hand of her companion. A small apologetic smile curled up her lips as she issued a breathy “Just a sec.”<br><br>Sel rolled her head to the newcomer and pasted her brightest smile on her lips.<br><br>“Excuse me,” she called, waiting only a second before speaking again. “Hey. Roomie.” <br><br>Waiting for his attention, she deliberately ran one hand from its position up her own chest and cupped one breast, her fingers playing at her nipple as her back arched.<br><br>“We’re kind of in the middle of something here.” Denise let out a little chuckle, her body rocking a bit where it hovered over Sel. “Would you mind terribly holding off on the redecorating for just a bit?”<br><br>A supremely naughty smile curled up her lips and Sel curled her body upward until she was chest to chest with Terese. <br><br>“If you take a pause,” she paused to run her tongue over Cherieses’ lush lower lip. “You could always, you know,” Sel let one of her hands cup Loris’ perky breast and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Join us,” she finished, french kissing the other girl while keeping her eyes on the boy opposite.</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>27-03-2016, 04:30:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.giphy.com/media/jzv5RLeGNHamc/giphy.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maddox Avery<br><strong>Sortment: </strong>Silver Student (2nd year)<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Horny but conflicted<br><strong>Tag:</strong> ajtrue and NPC girl. [closed]<br><br><hr><br>One of the girls called out, but Maddox didn't turn around as he placed the last pin on the poster. But when he was addressed as Roomie he inwardly groaned. Lovely he was sharing a room with one of them. And the sounds the girls were making weren't helping Maddox one bit. He wished in that moment that his jeans were baggy. So he turned now to face them, what he saw made his jaw go slack. The one girl, had her hand down the redheaded girl's jeans and was pinning her to the bed. The redheaded girl's action didn't help matters. Maddox suddenly had a bulge in his jeans and he shifted uncomfortably as he licked his lips and watched her grab her own breast in her hand. <br><br>Maddox nodded, clearly they were in the middle of something. So he agreed with the nod, setting down the book he had grabbed on the nightstand. Doing as he was told, holding off on the decorating. His eyes wandered to the door that was shut, and then back to the redhead who had spoken to him. Clearly this girl that he knew from last year was Selene his roommate. Giving her an apologetic lopsided soft smile in the process and went to sit on his bed to read or something. He wasn't sure yet if he should bolt for the door and leave, lock himself in the bathroom and jerk off, or sit there instead watching them with his cock screaming at him to be let out. <br><br>His dorm mate's actions and the way she paused between statements caused Maddox to stop himself from moving. And when she offered him to join them, Maddox felt his heart speed up and the air leave from his lungs. His cheeks heated up as he blushed, his eyes wide as he licked his lips. Did she know he was a virgin? Did she want to see if he was gay and would leave them be? Was this a prank his sister had set up some how? He wondered all this as he pondered what he should do. He was a damn virgin, he hadn't even kissed a girl and now he was offered two up half way to naked. <br><br>Maddox of course thought with the head of his dick in answer. Reaching his hand back behind his head he tugged his t-shirt off and tossed it aside onto his bed. Taking the four steps towards the girls on Selene's bed he sat besides them turning his body towards them and dragged his fingertip tentavily over Selene's collarbone before girl number two giggled and pressed her lips to Maddox's neck. With a hiss in appreciation he teared his eyes away from Selene's breasts to gaze at the other girl's hand down Selene's jeans. She was back to pleasing his dorm mate and he had to take in the moment in appreciation it was much better then watching porn. The noises and all. <br><br>Maddox brought his lips to Selene's keeping them mere inches away his heart racing as the other girl started removing Selene's jeans. If there was any time in the world that Maddox should have spoken up it was now. But confessing to two perfect strangers just how inexperienced he was with girls, was not a smart move. So he waited for Selene to press her lips to his, allowing her to take the lead as his hand now cupped one of her breasts and his thumb glided gently along her nipple. <strong>"Mmm."</strong> The practically mute boy moaned in appreciation. This had to be some sort of dream he was having. This couldn't be real. The other girl was now ready to go down on his dorm mate, and Maddox couldn't help but want to see what really happened with two lesbians. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ajtrue</strong> on <strong>27-03-2016, 18:28:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://33.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxux9f2n8W1qanpzp.gif)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Selene Adele Hollis<br><strong>Age:</strong> 20<br><strong>Status:</strong> Silver Level Student, 2nd year at JCPA<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lancelot Dorms | Room 107 (Selene Hollis &amp; Maddox Avery Dorm)<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> 9/3 | 1st day of fall term for JCPA | 1:27pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> NPC girly | Maddox Avery | CLOSED</span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">”Sally,” Selene moaned as the girl's lips trailed softly south over the fluttering muscles of her abdomen. Then she leaned up to start a hot and wild kiss with her brand spanking new roommate. This might turn out to be a truly superb year.<br><br>She was caught up in the taste of him, somehow different than the girl she’d been kissing, darker and indefinably...male, when she felt a hand come down hard on her abdomen with and solid <em>thump</em>.<br><br>Even though she was already half pressed to the bed, Selene’s body automatically recoiled away from the strike. Breathing heavily she pulled her lips from the kiss she shared with the boy and glanced past the arm she had curled around his head to curl into his hair.<br><br>“What the h-“ But Selene never got to finish her words.<br><br>“Sally?” a strident voice asked.<br><br>Selene bit down on her lip for a moment, sending the girl a sultry look. “I said ‘Sweetheart’ Baby,” Sel tried to prevaricate. Releasing her grip on the boy, she turned her full attention to the girl now straddling her knees. <br><br>She leaned forward and snagged the girl around the waist, pulling her in so she could nuzzle her nose along the line of the girl's jaw. <br><br>“You know you’re the one I want to spend time with...Sheri,” Sel whispered against her skin, trying again as she dropped a kiss at the hinge of the girls Jaw, just below her earlobe.<br><br>The girl’s melting body suddenly snapped ramrod straight. Sel hid her wince by pressing her face into the girl's neck and dropping a soft kiss. Fuck.<br><br>“Sheri!?!?!” She screeched, wedging her arms between their bodies to push forcefully at Selene’s shoulders. "<em><strong>Sheri!?!?!</strong></em>"<br><br>With a giant heave, the girl shoved Selene away from her and scrambled off the bed. Sel fell back against the bedding and suppressed a small sigh. Knowing her goose was already cooked, Selene still tried to salvage at least a little of her work this afternoon. The girl, after all, had been quite obliging up to that point.<br><br>“I meant it like <em>Chéri,</em> like the French endearment. Because you are so exotic and special.”<br><br>A snort escaped the girl as she hopped of the bed and snatched up her shirt. <br><br>“Special my <em>ass</em>,” she snapped. With strident, angry movements, the girl pulled her shirt on, barely pausing to pull her hair out of the collar and out of her face before turning to face where Selene lounged backward on the bed, still thoroughly disheveled.&nbsp; <br><br>“What is my name?” she demanded, her hands finding her hips as she glared at Selene.<br><br>Selene popped up, one elbow planted in the bed and reached out in supplication. <br><br>“Baby, don’t be like this,” she coaxed, motioning back to the bed.<br><br>The girl’s hands dropped rigidly from her hips to ball into fists at her sides as she ground out an incensed “Argh!” through her teeth and stomped to the door.<br><br>Pulling it open with enough force the hinges protested, she glared back at the two still resting on the bed.<br><br>“Britini! My name is. BRIT TIN NI! But you might as well forget it because you can kiss any chance of a repeat goodbye.” And with that, she turned her nose up in the air, gave a rather obnoxious sniff and marched out into the hallway.<br><br>Selene sighed and flopped backward onto the bed. Rolling her head, she looked at the boy who’d sat silently throughout the whole scene and shook her head at him.<br><br>With another sigh, she heaved herself off the bed and finished shimmying out of the last of her clothes. Then she snagged the silky robe that was hanging on the back of the closet door nearest her and slipped it over her shoulders. Without bothering to tie the sash, she nabbed up her shower kit and headed for the bathroom and a very cold shower.</span> <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>27-03-2016, 20:59:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Eternium/ecbdf377-93ea-4dc7-ad11-9dd9ee9513fa_zpsb63167aj.jpg)</div></td></tr><tr><td><span style="font-family: courier new;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Domino Rocha<br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><strong>Status:</strong> 2nd year student | Forever Silver!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Shirt &amp; socks in Avi + blk cap, <br>blk denim shorts, and all blk Converse sneakers<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> NPC Doode-Buddy (http://cdn.xonecole.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/Michael-B.-Jordan-for-GQ.jpg), Aisha (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246315.msg12185649#msg12185649)</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-family: palatino linotype;" class="bbc_font"><em>"So you're gonna come visit me right?" </em><br>Domino glanced down at the hand that had slipped around her waist then back up to her former roommate with a slick arch of her brow. "Define visit."<br><em>"Oh, so its like that now?"</em><br>"Now? No, Boo-boo, its been like that." Domino snorted and pushed at his chest, freeing herself easily enough as he most certainly knew better. "Besides, your girlfriend doesn't like me, remember?"<br>Her friend snickered and nodded, holding up his hands in surrender as it was the absolute truth. <em>"Yeah, alright, you got a point. Still,"</em> he backed out of the doorway, reaching out to snag the hookah he'd originally come to borrow in the first place, <em>"you should come by. Taylor supposedly brought in some good shit to kick off the school year. I'm sure he'd hook you up for loaning him this."</em><br>Domino was sure he'd hook her up for a few other reasons too since Taylor was too easy for his own good but she didn't bother to get into that. "Yeah, I'll see whats what. Might be, uhh, busy though." She grinned and the two of them shared a meaningful look before they both nodded and chimed, "Newbies!" <br><em>"Gotcha. Well, you know the rules. Pop by anytime. I'll keep ya spot warm."</em><br>"Mmhmm. I bet." She shook her head and waved a dismissive hand on that note. "Tell ya girlie I said 'hi'."<br><em>"Yeeeeah... I'll... just skip that part. Later, D." </em><br>"Late."<br><br>A short salute followed him out of the door and with a huff, Domino turned and glanced around at her things. Flipping her hat around backward she moved first to her bed, with the well meaning intention to set up quickly. Her stereo would be next but damn did she wanna be doing <em>anything</em> else but messing with this crap. It was just the first day in this hell hole and already she was wanting nothing more than to escape these far too familiar walls. If she had her way her sister would be freeing her from this place soon enough, she just had to bide her time, but until then she was still trapped like a rat in some stupid experiment. A very biased and skewed experiment at that.<br><br>As one of those kids who had always been too smart for her own good, Domino had realized rather early on that your typical educational model was not for her. She quickly became bored and was easily distracted, leading to a lifetime of barely skating by on some last minute cramming except in those subjects she truly liked. Getting older had done nothing to change that either so the likelihood that she'd successfully graduate from this bunk ass school only seemed to grow more and more minuscule as the months passed. <br><br>Ah, well. Guess she'd spend this year much the same way she'd spent the first--which had been successful in a variety of other ways, all things considered.<br><br>Tugging at the top of one stripped sock, Domino's procrastination (she hadn't done a single thing) was interrupted by the sound of an unfamiliar voice at her door. An interruption which she gladly welcomed after a quick glance that revealed none other than one of those aforementioned newbies at her door.<br><br>"Sup?" She called in reply, taking her time in fully turned and crossing the space of her dorm room. Lifting her hat she raked her dark hair back from her face and replaced the plain black cap that matched the rest of her black and white attire. "Aww, its okay. I think everybody gets lost at least once in the beginning." She had. Though she hadn't hated where she'd ended up. "Besides, I'd be happy to help sort you out."<br><br>Lips curving into a curious and even somewhat devious smirk, Domino crossed her arms beneath her breasts and leaned a shoulder against the wall, her eyes flicking over the new girl rather openly. <em>Cute.</em> "The library? Yeah, I can tell you where it is. Could show you too," she hitched a shoulder. "Though first you'll have to tell me your name. Its only fair I think."<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>28-03-2016, 01:51:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.giphy.com/media/jzv5RLeGNHamc/giphy.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maddox Avery<br><strong>Sortment: </strong>Silver Student (2nd year)<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Horny but conflicted<br><strong>Tag:</strong> ajtrue and NPC girl. [closed]<br><br><hr><br>In that moment as his dorm mate's lips crashed against his Maddox Avery felt his stomach flip over and the world melt around them. The kiss was heated and probably only took seconds right before Selene called out the other girl's name. But for Maddox, it was an eternity his first kiss. The first girl he was about to have intimate relations with had brought a friend into the mix as well. If his cousins could see him now they would be cheering him on. The young man clutched at Selene's breast as her hand tangled in his hair, groaning against her lips as he sampled her, tasting what he had been missing all these years. In that moment he didn't want to let go, nor did he want an audience and before he knew it, Selene's lips left his which left him gasping. His heart racing, the cool air slapping his face. <br><br>Maddox looked towards the other girl his brow raised, clearly something she had done hurt Selene causing Maddox to frown in defense. <br><br>The girl shrieked which made Maddox recoil sitting up and staying rooted to the bed, ready to defend his new roommate if he had to. Or at least, stop the other girl if she tried to smack Selene around. Sally was upset, who wouldn't be. Wait Sheri? Maddox was confused and then he finally fell off that tree as it all hit him. Glancing at Selene in wonderment, clearly she had no clue what the upset girl's name was. Maddox did not move from his spot even as Selene tried to cover her mistake and continue on. Clearly whatever-her-name wasn't having it. <br><br>So close. So very close as what's her name clued Selene in. Ahh Brittini. Her outburst made Maddox cock his brow in answer as he witnessed her display and anger ebbing off her body. Finally, the door was slammed shut behind them, leaving Maddox in the same spot and Selene looking put out. Biting his lips the man looked to his roommate with his brow raised. The shake of her head was enough to tell him that this wasn't happening anymore. <em>Thanks Brittini</em> he frowned in thought. But kept his eyes on Selene as she removed the rest of her clothes placing her silk robe on. The breath he had been holding finally expelled from his lungs. Disappointment in his eyes as she walked into their bathroom. <br><br>Standing up Maddox went to the door, listening with the intent on knocking. But he was still too green to do anything about it. Instead, he finally spoke, his voice deep and tender, <strong>"um... Selene, can I get you anything?" </strong> Kind and now protective of his roommate even if she did deserve what happened with Brittini just a little bit. But he wasn't one to judge, maybe Brittini and Selene never exchanged names. He waited his ear pressed against the bathroom door, turned to the side his eyes shut as he recalled over and over again the intimate heated kiss they had just shared. Biting his lip, Maddox opened his eyes and sighed. His roommate was able to achieve something no other person had. Getting Maddox to speak his mind even if what he was thinking was completely stupid. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ajtrue</strong> on <strong>28-03-2016, 07:49:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://33.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxux9f2n8W1qanpzp.gif)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Selene Adele Hollis<br><strong>Age:</strong> 20<br><strong>Status:</strong> Silver Level Student, 2nd year at JCPA<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lancelot Dorms | Room 107 (Selene Hollis &amp; Maddox Avery Dorm)<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> 9/3 | 1st day of fall term for JCPA | 1:27pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> NPC girly | Maddox Avery | CLOSED<br><strong>Content:</strong> <strong><span class="bbc_u">Yuuup</span></strong> (http://cdn.playbuzz.com/cdn/2349ba32-7643-446a-8b27-e5af2e2447b5/0d4f9607-d314-4511-8add-0b46da1c14c9.gif) </span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Sel hit the taps as soon as she made the bathroom. It wasn’t like she needed to wait for the water to warm up or anything. Sheesh.<br><br>Dropping her robe over the closed lid of the toilet, she stepped behind the utilitarian, clear plastic shower curtain and yelped as the cold spray hit her skin. <br><br>“Jesus!” she gasped darting to the side of the small shower cubical and plastering her body to it to avoid the spray. She reached forward and turned up the hot tap. There was taking a cold shower and then there was just fucking nonsense. She could have sworn she heard the new kid say something through the door but she was busy trying not to freeze her tits off so she let that go for the moment.<br><br>Sel reached out slowly and slipped her fingers under the spray after a few seconds. Tepid. She could deal with tepid. Then she stepped fully under the spray and let the water wash over her head. <br><br>Sel tried to remember if BRIT TIN NI had actually shared her name before they made it back to the room. She’d run into the girl near the mail boxes and gotten the greenlight when she saw the girl’s blue eyes skate up and down her figure. BRIT TIN NI'd ended her perusal with a saucy smile of invitation. <em>Huston, we have a go</em>, Selene'd thought and wandered over to the blond.<br><br>As the memory played on from there, Sel reached up and slipped the mobile shower head from the little holder and took care of some unfinished business. Her imagination provided an ending that was much more satisfying. Just sayin.<br><br>Relaxed and felling lose, she didn’t even worry about the sound show she likely just gave her new roomie. The boy seemed uptight. It was probably good for him anyway.<br><br>Much more relaxed after her release, Sel set about the business of wrapping up the shower. Washing up hair and generally using up any hot water that remained.<br><br>By the time she stepped out of the bathroom thirty some minutes later, her hair was washed and dried, a light application of make up in place and the robe hanging from her shoulders again. Best of all, there was a smile on her face. All in all, she was in a pretty damn good mood.<br><br>She walked out of the cloud of steam released from the bathroom when the cooler air of the dorm room met with the warm air of her shower and made a beeline for her dresser. She reached in and pulled out a pair of cute boy shorts. <br><br>Bending over, she stepped into them, glancing over her shoulder toward the new kid’s side of the room. He appeared to have busied himself unpacking. Sel thought he looked kind of cute. And lost. Alone on his side of the room. She pulled the boy shorts up, and then nabbed a pair of jeans. Sel gave a little hop to pull them up the last bit and worked the zipper and button, throwing an invitation over her shoulder as she did so.<br><br>“I’m totally starved. You wanna hit the caf for a sandwich or something?” she asked while finishing getting dressed.</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>28-03-2016, 10:01:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.giphy.com/media/jzv5RLeGNHamc/giphy.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maddox Avery<br><strong>Sortment: </strong>Silver Student (2nd year)<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Horny but conflicted<br><strong>Tag:</strong> ajtrue and NPC girl. [closed]<br><hr><br>No answer. <br><br>Only the running water starting up. But Maddox waited a few minutes pressing his ear to the door and generally worried about his new roommate. Of course, the moment he heard her moans as she began pleasing herself Maddox's eyes went wide. Staring at the door in shock he pressed his ear to the door once again and listened. Anyone that would see him would think he was perverted, truth be told this was as close to intimacy that Maddox had ever come to with a girl. The moans escaping from the bathroom weren't making his erection disappear. So with a groan, Maddox did the only straight male thing he could do. Took care of business right there as he listened in on Selene, images of walking in on the two girls playing out in his mind only Maddox was the center of attention with those thoughts. Before he could finish the young man grabbed one of his towels that was on the bed and made sure to clean up his mess. <br><br>Zipping up his jeans and breathing heavy he went about organizing his room and chucking said towel into the laundry hamper he had set up in his small corner of the room. His heart raced as he steadied his breathing and finally felt his body relax. Selene had managed to exit the bathroom just as he was finishing up with his side of the room. Flushed and not daring to look at the girl for privacy he let her get dressed in peace. <br><br>But of course when she turned her head back to speak to him, Maddox's eyes swayed in that direction and he felt his cheeks burn in response. Biting his lip he nodded with a grunt, <strong>"ok."</strong> Deciding it was better to go with her then stay in the dorm room and brood about the past events. <br><br>Once she was done getting dressed, the man held the door open for her, his eyes finally meeting hers as she walked out and he shut the door behind him. A smile played at his lips and Maddox couldn't help but feel this fierce protection of his roommate. His deep tenor was soft as he spoke up once more, <strong>"I'm Maddox Avery."</strong> As a way of introducing himself properly, holding out his hand to the redhead with a soft smile. He had so many questions but had yet to figure out how to go about them. Not to mention the fact that they were rather personal. Was she gay? Bisexual? Why was she at Jamison Clarke? He wanted to tell her badly that he didn't like guys the way the staff thought he did but kept his mouth shut as they walked towards the dining hall. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ajtrue</strong> on <strong>29-03-2016, 06:04:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://33.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxux9f2n8W1qanpzp.gif)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Selene Adele Hollis<br><strong>Age:</strong> 20<br><strong>Status:</strong> Silver Level Student, 2nd year at JCPA<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lancelot Dorms | Room 107 (Selene Hollis &amp; Maddox Avery Dorm)<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> 9/3 | 1st day of fall term for JCPA | 1:27pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> NPC girly | Maddox Avery | CLOSED</span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">”Sweet,” Sel murmured as her new roomie agreed to lunch. It was a little late in the day, but the caf ran on odd hours and you could get cold stuff all day mostly. Especially while people were in the process of moving in or out at semester turn over. She grabbed a binder for her hair and passed through the door he held open.<br><br>It closed behind them almost silently. Not that she was paying particular attention. She felt energize, raring to go as it were. Usually a shower relaxed her. Of course she hadn’t <em>only</em> had a shower. A lascivious grin stretched her lips. It caught the eye of a passing student and Sel added a sassy wink as the girl passed.<br><br>“Hmm?” she hummed as the boy introduced himself, her eyes still on the truly fine ass filling out the jeans of the girl walking away from her. “Oh,” Sel said, dragging her attention back to her companion. “Maddox. Nice to meet you.” <br><br>She grasped his hand and gave it a nice shake. Then she released him and slipped the binder from her wrist into her mouth between her teeth and started pulling her hair back into a haphazard pony tail high at the back of her head.<br><br>“I’m Shellene,” she introduced herself through teeth clenched around her binder. Holding her hair with one hand, she paused in working her coiffure long enough to wave to one of her friends then resumed the task. When she had her hair mostly where she wanted it, she snagged the binder from between her lips.<br><br>“Selene Hollis. Guess we’re roomies.” <br><br>She gave him a genuine smile and started binding her hair with the tie. She played with it for a few seconds, pulling and pushing at strands until she had it where she wanted it. Then she let her arms drop and slipped both hands into her back pockets as they took the corner into the Dinning Hall. <br><br><strong>Moving here.</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246262.msg12193374#msg12193374)</span><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emjay</strong> on <strong>03-04-2016, 06:07:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://36.media.tumblr.com/abe3b209ddf0e6451c18d69fb16f4832/tumblr_ns7litazGW1u8zpw2o1_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Reika Tokugawa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246517.msg12207634#msg12207634)<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Silver<br><strong>Age:</strong> 20<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Bisexual<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Tired, Angry, shall I continue?<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/61/03/35/6103352eeefdba23a5e0e7d76317ac0b.jpg)<br><strong>Date:</strong> First Day<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Javier, Maiko (http://www.hancinema.net/photos/fullsizephoto139974.jpg) [NPC]<br><hr>Life's a bitch and then you die, or so they say. Reika had been told nothing, absolutely nothing about this sudden transfer in schools. In fact, her grandparents had simply told her to pack her bags for a 'trip'. Not one to question her elders' decisions, she did as she was told. Her grandparents didn't even have the decency to accompany her. That task was left to the ever loyal and ever present Maiko. A constant fixture, the woman had worked for the family for years. It was only in the airport lounge that Reika had a chance to see where she was going. Her caretaker had made the mistake of placing the ticket on the glass topped coffee table between them. It was enough for her to realize they were headed for Richmond, Virginia and that there was no return ticket for her. Realizing her mistake, Maiko quickly stashed the tickets into her purse. A look passed between them. Was that pity she saw in the woman's eyes, with a hint of disappointment? She couldn't be quite sure but they both returned to their respective reading material. <br><br>She could have ran. Made an excuse to use the bathroom, but where would she go? Her whole life revolved around her family and the family business. She had nothing without their support, so she boarded the overnight flight to Newark. She didn't really sleep. It was hard to relax with the giant knot sitting in the pit of her stomach.<br><br>Almost half a day later she found herself driving through the quiet morning streets of Richmond, Virginia. She had travelled before but this was one place she had never been, she'd never had any good reason to. The reason behind her sudden trip wouldn't be revealed until they arrived at what appeared to be a large mansion but going by the sign before it, was a school. Her brow furrowed as the car stopped in front of the gorgeous building. The driver took out the suitcases but didn't leave. It appeared Maiko was only dropping her off.<br><br>It wasn't long before she found herself sitting in an office. It was there that was informed her why she was there, that she had been enrolled in an attempt to cure of the 'disease' that plagued her. She was forced to fill out a ridiculous survey, one that had made Maiko blush when she passed it over to her. Reika was past the point the point of caring and quickly filled it out although she hadn't been honest with all of her answers. After what felt like endless chatter, paperwork, and a tour of what honestly was quite an impressive school (not that she'd say so), Reika was shown her room. <br><br>She scoffed at the sight of her new roommate, not really speaking to anyone in particular, "I see what they did there."
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>03-04-2016, 06:49:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://lainya.it/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/1340817954-Polaroids_MarlonTeixeira_01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Javier Echevarria<br><strong>Outfit:</strong> The image, plus dark skinny jeans and black chucks.<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Gold Student 2nd year.<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Always straight.<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Annoyed<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm room 114<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> September 29th, 11am.<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Reika and NPC guy. <strong><em>[closed]</em></strong><br><hr>Javier's cellphone had been acting up the last few days since he had arrived at Jamison Clark for his final year. He was hoping he could finish off his med school transferring over to NYU. Alas, the guy was still stuck here another year per his parents request. So when his new roommate arrived he was currently downstairs in the public phones area making a very long distance collect call to his dad's phone, bitching about needing a new cell phone as his was shot and once again reminding his old man he was <em>straight.</em> His lovely father informed him that he had to hold off this year before he was allowed to transfer no matter how many times he had girlfriends or had sex with girls. His mother and father wanted him to be able to tell the difference between a woman and a man dressed as a woman when he was drunk. He was never going to hear the end of this. <br><br>So in a crappy mood, not being able to have some downtime on his phone playing the newest walking dead game for android Javi ended up dragging his feet towards his dorm room and opened the door to find a female. Who he assumed was his dorm mate this year along with this one guy who was practically his stalker the previous year laying on <em>his</em> bed.<br><br>The Cuban male rarely was annoyed by anything and he was flattered the kid had a massive crush on him. But he was not in the mood and just wanted to face plant in his pillow plus he now had a new addition to the room. So tugging on the kids arm, he growled and pulled him up shoving him towards the exit. <br><br><strong>"Get out. What the fuck bro, I told you this was my damn room! Take a hike. And look I'm sorry I know you want my dick but I told you man, I love pussy."</strong><br><br>With those last words, Javi shoved the guy's back slightly as he helped him out the door and shut it behind him. Turning now to greet his dorm mate. <strong>"Hey sup? I'm Javier. You can call me Javi."</strong> He grinned at his roommate giving her a once over before he plopped backwards on his bed. Legs outstretched ankles crossed together and hands under his head as he looked over at her. <strong>"Gay, bi, parents forced you here?"</strong> He was intrigued and might as well get as much details about his roommate as possible. <strong>"Don't worry I'm rarely home. Med student."</strong> By way of apologizing if his presence bothered her. Though Javier would make it a point to visit his dorm room often if his dorm mate was at least, Bi. The girl was built of perfect portions and her tan skinned let his imagination run wild with thoughts of her in a bikini. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErisXfrost</strong> on <strong>04-04-2016, 00:02:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.newsapi.com.au/image/v1/df32c538891fa5ffb3412e779b56cd3f?width=650)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Ebony Rain<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Bronze<br><strong>Orientation: </strong>Gay<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Mischievous<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> September 20th, 10 pm<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Shame, [Closed]<br><br><br><hr><hr><br>The day had been surprisingly dull. Except for a brief encounter in the gym, and the strange ‘class’ that Julian held; he couldn’t help but feel as if his days at the school were crawling by slower and slower. He nearly groaned as he entered into his dorm-room, and though his eyes looked tired, his makeup would remain untouched. His red lips shined in the light of the dorm-- a mysterious sparkle highlighting the natural pout, and a splash of lip-liner would give him a fuller look. His skin looked dewy, not wet, but soft and fresh even in the harshest of lighting. Finally, his eyes would remain smokey-- the blue looking almost white in contrast to the smoldering appearance. As he passed by the mirror, he couldn’t help but think that it was a shame to remove it. <br><br>As he went to work putting his hair into a braid, and standing in front of the mirror to wipe his makeup away, his mind would slide over to the ‘extra credit’. If it was any other teacher, he would have thought that they were joking-- but, the mirrors, as well as the fleeting glances Julian gave to his students, would tell the Androgynous boy differently. Though he was thinking about ignoring the extra-credit altogether, he couldn’t help but toy with the idea of getting Shane to snuggle with him. “Why not,” he would say, and the smallest of smirks would form, as he whipped away that last bit of red from his lips.<br><br>He slipped into the bathroom, and before long, the entire room was covered in steam and the scent of strawberries-- it permeated the air, and would give those who entered the feeling of a warm summer night. The slightest hints of vanilla would dance inside of the scent, and by the time he was done, the entire Dorm-room would smell like a pheromone-infused bakery. After slipping on a pair of pink sleep pants, tying up his hair once more, and pulling on a shirt that belonged to his ex-- the boy would make his way back out into the main part of their room. He would lounge on Shane’s bed, and would pull out his phone to text his equally androgynous roommate.<br><br>With his text sent, he would move to lay on his side-- he placed his right hand underneath of his head, while his left hand rested casually on the bed. The boy would prop up his one leg up, and as he faced the door, the feminine creature would almost look like a PJ-clad pin-up girl.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emjay</strong> on <strong>04-04-2016, 00:34:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://36.media.tumblr.com/abe3b209ddf0e6451c18d69fb16f4832/tumblr_ns7litazGW1u8zpw2o1_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Reika Tokugawa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246517.msg12207634#msg12207634)<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Silver<br><strong>Age:</strong> 20<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Bisexual<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Tired, Irritable, shall I continue?<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/61/03/35/6103352eeefdba23a5e0e7d76317ac0b.jpg)<br><strong>Date:</strong> First Day<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Javier, Maiko (http://www.hancinema.net/photos/fullsizephoto139974.jpg) [NPC], Random NPC guy | Closed<br><hr>She had barely a moment to process the idea of living in the small room or ponder what her new roommate would be like when the door sprang open. <em>Hmm, cute</em>, she thought to herself before he began to yell at the young man that was laying on one of the beds.<br><br><em>"Get out. What the fuck bro, I told you this was my damn room! Take a hike. And look I'm sorry I know you want my dick but I told you man, I love pussy."</em><br><br>So this was her new roommate. A definite improvement in the looks department but he did seem awfully sure of himself. She watched as he shoved the other boy out of the room before shutting the door. <br><br>Meanwhile Maiko looked like she was about to have a stroke. The woman completely ignored Javier's greeting and apology, "Reika-chan, this is not the place for you. Please let me talk to your grandparents. I could stay for a couple of days." Maiko had chosen to speak in Japanese rather than English, not exactly the polite move but she had a feeling the woman didn't approve of her new roommate.<br><br>"Don't bother. They won't let me leave till I'm <em>cured</em>." The last word was delivered with heavy sarcasm. Reika had already begun to kick off her shoes.<br><br>Unfortunately Maiko just wouldn't give it up. Instead she decided to plead, "Please Reika-chan! The people here aren't like you. You've always been good, dutiful, hardworking. We can-"<br><br>Reika's next words were spoken in English, she felt the vulgarity of her admonition could be greater appreciated that way, "You don't get it, do you? I like cock, especially when it's attached to a guy I like and I like it even better when said cock is inside me. That being said I also like a nice pair of tits and ass, not to mention putting my smart ass mouth between a bitch's legs. So until I rid myself of that inconvenient little flaw 'Reika-chan' isn't going anywhere. Have a safe trip."<br><br>Maybe that had been a bit too much, she could tell from the horrified look on the woman's face. Whatever offers she would have likely made to help her unpack were never spoken as she turned, heels echoing in the hall as she all but ran from the room. Hey it had worked. Now Maiko was gone and to be truly honest, she suddenly felt alone.<br><br>Kicking off her red Nikes she laid down one of her suitcases and began to rummage through it. It appeared that Maiko had packed some things in there while they had been in Honolulu. Bed sheets and other things she wouldn't have guessed that she needed. She had almost forgotten the other person in the room until she looked up, "Oh hey. I'm Reika."<br><br>She walked over to her bed as she ripped off the packaging on the brand new bed sheets, discarding the cardboard and plastic on the floor, "Didn't know I was coming here actually, not that it matters." She barely glanced at him as she spoke, instead focusing on making her new bed. She was dead tired and in desperate need of a nap.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>04-04-2016, 06:35:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://lainya.it/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/1340817954-Polaroids_MarlonTeixeira_01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Javier Echevarria<br><strong>Outfit:</strong> The image, plus dark skinny jeans and black chucks.<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Gold Student 2nd year.<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Always straight.<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Plesantly pleased.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm room 114<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> September 29th, 11am.<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Reika Maiko [NPC], Random NPC guy | <strong><em>[closed]</em></strong><br><hr><br>Javier hadn't noticed the other girl in the room. It was as if she was part of the wall or something, he was completely taken by surprise when his new roommate and the other woman started talking in what sounded like Japenese. Blinking and not really eavesdropping for the simple fact that he didn't understand a word that had come out of either of their mouths, only Javier's eyes as he went back and forth looking between one and the other. But his roommates last words were spoken in English at this Javier's ears perked up and his brow shot up in surprise. He almost threw his hands up to the ceiling and cried Hallelujah. Finally, someone was being nice to him. A roommate who was not only hot but liked penis as well. Oh, there was a god looking out for him. After his mishaps when he was drunk he could tell she was definitely a woman. No Adam's apple, check. No bulge, check. Javier smiled even though the conversation they had was heated and the woman exited the room in a huff. <br><br>Javi said nothing, the guy was tightlipped. He had one hand on his stomach and the other one behind his head as he watched her carefully undo the box her sheet set came in. He waited, he was a patient guy. His sour mood had been changed with learning that little bit of information about his roommate. So even if he had asked her if she was gay or bi, he had his answer. <br><br>And Finally, his dorm mate noticed he was still there. Providing him with her name. A grin spread on Javi's face as he sounded out her name, <strong>"Reika."</strong><br><br>Javier bit his lip, at her confession and frowned. He felt really bad for her but didn't want to pry. So instead, he stood up and walked over to help with her sheets. <strong>"Nice to meet you Reika, why don't we go get a bite to eat and forget about this till later? I'll show you around and help you settle in? Hell, I'll even help you put your things away later."</strong> He offered. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>04-04-2016, 06:57:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://41.media.tumblr.com/aa83941c303f604e473fd8b13d51de73/tumblr_npeos7j0vQ1sbxqyqo3_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Shane Harris<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> 3rd yr Bronze<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Lesbian<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Tired<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> September 20th, 10 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room 105<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Ebony, <strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong><br><hr><br>Shane never quite made it to the class, and lucky she hadn't as the object of her attention was clearly gone before she had made up her mind of joining Ebony in Julian's classroom. The communication of text messages had stopped between the both of them. Shane had been caught literally with her hand in the cookie jar by one of Jamison Clarke's students. And with the promise of sharing her booze, she wouldn't rat her out. A gold student, go figure. After a few shared drinks in the girl's dorm room her roommate was off away for the evening. Shane eventually put another notch on her belt, fucking the girl and calling it an evening. Lucky for her Ebony's text message saved her from cuddling until the girl slept. <br><br>She was a bit too clingy. After offering up her services of knight in shining armor and showing the girl her text explaining that it was her roommate who needed her. Shane left with the promise to call again. Of course, she wouldn't. Shane was interested past only the one shag. <br><br>Hair tousled and feeling a bit dirty Shane finally entered the room she shared with Ebony, bursting through the doors and crying out, <strong>"Lucy I'm hooooooooooome!"</strong> Grinning and stopping short as she sniffed the air and didn't spot Ebony on his bed but found him sprawled on her bed. Cocking her brow the brunette shut the door behind her, half drank vodka bottle in hand and sat by Ebony on her bed wondering what was up with her roomie who looked entirely too much like a girl this evening. <br><br><strong>"You saved me from an evil girl that wanted to cuddle. What's up with you? What can Sir Shane Harris do for you this evening."</strong><br><br>She grinned a bit tipsy and really in need of a shower. <strong>"Ugh I feel gross."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>04-04-2016, 22:59:58</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Oh. It's You.</em></span></strong></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z67/designscene/DS/MeganFoxforWMagazine04.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Fox Kingsley<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Student: Bronze <br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Bisexual <br><strong>Mood:</strong> Unhinged<br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> First Day of Fall Term<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm room 120<br><strong>Coming From:</strong> Homosexuality 101 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246314.msg12193133#msg12193133)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Antoine, (since it's also his room) | Ebony's Phone | [Closed]</span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br>The campus was teeming with a mishmash of students of all ages. Small groups huddled in sit-circles under some of the trees. The weather was gorgeous for that. But there was something wrong about this place. A lot of the people Fox passed looked lethargic. More than that, they looked as if they were not all there. Drugged up on something. She would have guess it was 'misery,' except there was no emotion behind their eyes whatsoever. The state of these people gave Fox a momentary distraction from her own torment. <br><br>She clutched the strap of her bag with a death grip. All the while dodging foreseen shoulder brushes and any potential contact the hands of the strangers walking by posed. Her heart hammering in her chest the whole time. '<em>I hope I don't get whatever <strong>this</strong> is.</em>' Fox thought to herself. <br><br>It didn't take long to get to room 120. Relief washed over Fox when she opened the door to the sweetness of seclusion. Her parents' decorator had clearly missed no detail in trying to replicate Fox's room at home. Her bed had a twin version of her king sized sheet set. The desk in front of it housed everything identical to her vanity at home. Except the giant mirror. Sadly. The only other thing different was a small framed photograph of herself, nestled between her smiling parents. As she walked past, she swung it off her desk. The frame fell to it's demise under the foot of her bed. <br><br>She sat on her lumpy mattress, flinging her bag and all of her belongings into the corner of the bed. Her phone slid out, like a living thing in need of attention. Her thumb instinctively, went to text. She scrolled from Dad, to Eros. She thought long and hard about each of the reactions she would get from them. She wanted to whine and throw a tantrum. But her father would only extend her sentence at Jamison, if he thought she was trying to quit on the first day. She couldn't text Eros, because despite her lapse in Homo Class, she wasn't a quitter. And asking him to rescue her from this was essentially quitting. <strong>"What am I doing?!"</strong> She picked up a pillow and screamed into it. In a moment of ridiculousness, she wondered if she could just smother herself with it. But ruining her makeup worried her more than dying. <br><br><strong>Chimes from Fox's phone</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246532.msg12208193#msg12208193) snapped her back into reality. She didn't recognize the number, but it was someone from Jamison. <strong>"Hmm..."</strong><br>She went through the files the school gave her upon enrollment. A contact list of students were given prior to the actual start of school term. <br>They said something about bonding, especially with the opposite sex. Fox's eyes found the owner of the text. Prompting her to give in and be social. Why did it need to be boring, trying to get cured of whatever they thought she had? <br><br><br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErisXfrost</strong> on <strong>05-04-2016, 23:12:40</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246315.msg12210721#msg12210721">Quote from: Mxyzptlk on 04-04-2016, 06:57:55</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(http://41.media.tumblr.com/aa83941c303f604e473fd8b13d51de73/tumblr_npeos7j0vQ1sbxqyqo3_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Shane Harris<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> 3rd yr Bronze<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Lesbian<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Tired<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> September 20th, 10 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room 105<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Ebony, Fox [text message] <strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong><br><hr><br>Shane never quite made it to the class, and lucky she hadn't as the object of her attention was clearly gone before she had made up her mind of joining Ebony in Julian's classroom. The communication of text messages had stopped between the both of them. Shane had been caught literally with her hand in the cookie jar by one of Jamison Clarke's students. And with the promise of sharing her booze, she wouldn't rat her out. A gold student, go figure. After a few shared drinks in the girl's dorm room her roommate was off away for the evening. Shane eventually put another notch on her belt, fucking the girl and calling it an evening. Lucky for her Ebony's text message saved her from cuddling until the girl slept. <br><br>She was a bit too clingy. After offering up her services of knight in shining armor and showing the girl her text explaining that it was her roommate who needed her. Shane left with the promise to call again. Of course, she wouldn't. Shane was interested past only the one shag. <br><br>Hair tousled and feeling a bit dirty Shane finally entered the room she shared with Ebony, bursting through the doors and crying out, <strong>"Lucy I'm hooooooooooome!"</strong> Grinning and stopping short as she sniffed the air and didn't spot Ebony on his bed but found him sprawled on her bed. Cocking her brow the brunette shut the door behind her, half drank vodka bottle in hand and sat by Ebony on her bed wondering what was up with her roomie who looked entirely too much like a girl this evening. <br><br><strong>"You saved me from an evil girl that wanted to cuddle. What's up with you? What can Sir Shane Harris do for you this evening."</strong><br><br>She grinned a bit tipsy and really in need of a shower. <strong>"Ugh I feel gross."</strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.newsapi.com.au/image/v1/df32c538891fa5ffb3412e779b56cd3f?width=650)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Ebony Rain<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Bronze<br><strong>Orientation: </strong>Gay<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Mischievous<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> September 20th, 10 pm<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Shame, [Closed]<br><br><hr><hr><br>He couldn’t help but giggle at his roommates appearance. She looked like she had been in a bit of a scuffle, and with the bottle in hand, as well as the scent of booze and ‘girl’ upon her, Ebony could tell that it was quite the interesting one. He rose to his feet, and would take slow, swaying steps towards Shane; His hand would move down to caress the bottle of vodka, before those delicate fingers curled around it, and extracted it from Shane’s hold.<strong> “Mean...”</strong> He would say, and his full lips would give the other a fake pout. <strong>“You didn’t leave me very much.”</strong> He would bring the bottle up towards his lips, and take a deep drink of the clear liquid. After swallowing, the boy would let out a soft ‘ahh’ noise-- the alcohol clearly hitting the spot.<br><br>&nbsp;He returned to sit with the woman on her own bed, and he would lean against her as he took another deep drink. <strong>“Damn...At least you have good taste in vodka...”</strong> He would coo, as his crystal-like eyes peered upon the label of the bottle. <strong>“I’m definitely going to have to get more of this.”</strong> At the mention of saving, he couldn’t help but giggle-- if she only knew what she was in for.<strong> “Well, don’t consider yourself saved quite yet, darling.”</strong> <br><br><strong>“I have a bit of proposition for you-- think of it as a ‘special, limited edition’ offer!”</strong> He set the bottle aside, and would rise back into a sitting position, as he moved his arms for slight emphasis. It was clear that the alcohol was starting to take a mild effect, and his normally over-exaggerated expressions would become even more flamboyant. <strong>“You--”</strong> he would point his painted nail towards&nbsp; Shane,<strong> “--have the opportunity to cuddle with, moi!”</strong>&nbsp; He would raise his arms, poising for emphasis. <br><br><strong>“It’s some sort of silly extra-credit thing...”</strong> His hands would return to the bed, and he leaned back on them as his gaze found the tipsy hues of his roommate. <strong>“And God knows if I skip another class for some fun, i’ll need it.” </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>06-04-2016, 11:23:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://41.media.tumblr.com/aa83941c303f604e473fd8b13d51de73/tumblr_npeos7j0vQ1sbxqyqo3_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Shane Harris<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> 3rd yr Bronze<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Lesbian<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Tired<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> September 20th, 10 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room 105<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Ebony, Fox [text to Ebony's phone] <strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong><br><hr>Ebnoy's movements reminded her of jungle cat ready to pounce on his prey. Shane had to back up slightly as he moved and slid his hand down to the bottle of vodka caressing it almost of as if was coaxing a dick to get hard. Shane's brow shut up, clearly her roommate was high on something. She sniffed the air once more, the scent of strawberries with a hint of vanilla was masking any possible stench of pot. Suspicious Shane kept her stance and snorted at Ebony's comment. Wondering how on earth she was being mean to him. The fake pout caused the brunette to narrow her eyes testing the waters and breathing in deeply as Ebony's fingers curled around the bottle and drank deeply. <br><br>The girl chuckled in amusement.<strong> "Half.</strong>" She had since burned off her tipsy state with that marathon fuck session. She didn't care if the other woman had skills. She was too clingy for Shane's taste. Shane didn't cuddle that was almost a known fact. The brunette allowed her friend to lean against her, patting the side of his head with a grin.<strong> "I'm not mean."</strong> She nodded in response. <strong>"That's right it's top shelf vodka."</strong><br><br>Shane raised her brow at Ebony turning to look at him. She was worried now, she wondered what this whole show was about. After all, Ebony was being extra nice this evening. Yet she said nothing in response not yet. Growing suspicious with every word out of her room mate's mouth. So when he let out the most flamboyant way of presenting himself to Shane, the girl burst out laughing after a moment of it all sinking in. It all made sense, the extra scented night ritual and bath the way that Ebony looked entirely too much like a girl. Oh, this was rich, he wanted to cuddle? <br><br>Shane snorted with Ebony's next movement, his words only making it that much more hilarious. Wiping her eyes because she found it funny, <strong>"Seriously? You want <em>me</em> to cuddle?"</strong> Shane pointed at herself with her thumb when she said 'me." The girl couldn't yet tell if Ebony was pulling her leg or not. But the display she had walked into well that kinda made her realize Ebony was being serious. Groaning Shane breathed out hard and hung her head, licking her lips she looked back at Ebony and narrowed her eyes. <strong>"So you want me to cuddle you? For how long? Because if it's all night and I wake up to a boner against my back in the morning I'll cut it off you! The vagina monologues for me only and you're strictly dickly, remember?"</strong><br><br>Shane wasn't convinced that Ebony was understanding her. About to stand up to get comfortable and possibly stuffed their two best together for more room when Ebony's phone chimed with the sound of a text message. At this Shane's brow shot up. <strong>"Ohh, who's sending you a text? Why don't you cuddle your booty call." </strong>She smirked, spotting Fox's name on the screen. The brunette's jaw went slack as she stared at the screen. <strong>"Fucking hell Ebony you've been holding out on me! That's Fox Kingsley!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>08-04-2016, 00:31:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://36.media.tumblr.com/a852a59bb42a78fdd90ebb6ee66936ec/tumblr_o226shAGQd1rbmrhdo2_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aimee Ryan<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> First year Silver Student<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Confused and embarrassed <br><strong>Clothes:</strong> Outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=195001910)<br><strong>Tag:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Open</strong><br><strong>Location/Date/Time:</strong> Dorms, headed to room 115.&nbsp; September 30, Midnight<br><hr><br><em>Fuck fuck fuckityfuckfuck</em>&nbsp; She thought boots clomping heavily over the floor.&nbsp; Knowing she'd likely just hurt herself if she went to the gym to beat on a sandbag she went back to her dorm after the disaster that was her drawing class.&nbsp; What on earth had she been thinking taking such a class?&nbsp; Oh yes, hot prof in that little bit nerdy looking, god I want to corrupt you kind of way.&nbsp; Her stubborn streak wouldn't allow her to drop the class so she'd just have to soldier on.&nbsp; Maybe a meeting in his office...offer to trade favors for grades.&nbsp; Yeah, she wasn't above that. <br><br>She burst through the doors more force of nature than girl.&nbsp; <strong>"Alright!&nbsp; I know someone has it!"</strong> She yelled down the hall as she stormed towards her room.&nbsp; <strong>"Who does a girl have to fuck to get booze around here?!"</strong>&nbsp; Yeah, she was feeling a bit reckless.&nbsp; But someone in the dorms <em>had</em> to have drinkable alcohol.&nbsp; She didn't even care if it was Bernett's at this point.&nbsp; She also didn't care about the gender of said person at this point and might have been about half serious about screwing someone to get the booze.&nbsp; Plus, a good lay had the added benefit of working off the storm of thoughts, hormones and feelings she had going on.&nbsp; &nbsp;She didn't know many people in the dorms, so she didn't know whose door to just go knock on yet.&nbsp; Aimee also didn't care that it was late.&nbsp; This was college.&nbsp; Who was in bed by midnight away? <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>09-04-2016, 22:11:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://36.media.tumblr.com/a852a59bb42a78fdd90ebb6ee66936ec/tumblr_o226shAGQd1rbmrhdo2_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aimee Ryan<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> First year Silver Student<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Relieved <br><strong>Clothes:</strong> Outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=195001910)<br><strong>Tag:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Open</strong><br><strong>Location/Date/Time:</strong> Dorms, headed to room 115.&nbsp; September 30, Midnight<br><hr><br>Her eyes swung side to side down the hall but stopped dead when a messy blond head appeared with a bottle in hand.&nbsp; His words brought a wide smile to her lips.&nbsp; Hot guy across the hall, she should have known.&nbsp; Aimee chuckled a little coming to a stop in front of him.&nbsp; <strong>"You beautiful son of bitch."</strong> She glanced at the bottle.&nbsp; <strong>"Damn, that's the good stuff."</strong> She held up her right index finger in a 'just one moment' signal.&nbsp; The vertically challenged girl turned quickly, her pleated skirt swirling and giving quite of view of her fishnet covered thighs.&nbsp; &nbsp;She opened her dorm room door to set her bag down quickly but gently so as not to hurt the camera in it.&nbsp; <br><br>Turning back to her hall mate she smirked.&nbsp; <strong>"What's your price, Jolly Green?"</strong>&nbsp; She had to tip her chin up to look up into his eyes.&nbsp; The phrase 'climb him like a tree' tripped through her mind.&nbsp; Yeah.&nbsp; She needed to blow off steam majorly.&nbsp; She must have lost her mind thinking she'd just plot how to get her professor in bed and be otherwise celibate.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>10-04-2016, 03:30:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://36.media.tumblr.com/a852a59bb42a78fdd90ebb6ee66936ec/tumblr_o226shAGQd1rbmrhdo2_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aimee Ryan<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> First year Silver Student<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Relieved <br><strong>Clothes:</strong> Outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=195001910)<br><strong>Tag:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Open</strong><br><strong>Location/Date/Time:</strong> Dorms, headed to room 115.&nbsp; September 30, a little after Midnight<br><hr><br>His answer surprised her and she chuckled a bit.&nbsp; Video games?&nbsp; Too bad he didn't go for door number one.&nbsp; Her looks could be very deceiving.&nbsp; <strong>"It'll be my pleasure to whip your ass."</strong> Aims smirked and followed him into the room.&nbsp; She actually sucked at Mario Kart, but that wouldn't stop her from talking trash.&nbsp; Her competitive spirit just didn't allow for such a thing.&nbsp; Her big bro always beat her when it came to video games, probably because she spent too much time looking at the art and the refresh rate to really learn how to play the game.&nbsp; <br><br>She didn't even bat an eyelash at the mess.&nbsp; Her room didn't look much better in all honesty.&nbsp; The girl wasn't sure how Auggie tolerated her, but bless his heart he did. <strong>"I get to be first player."</strong>&nbsp; There's really no way to sit down all lady like in a bean bag chair, and even if there had been one, she wouldn't have been familiar with it.&nbsp; Aims managed to plop down without showing off all the goodies, but her skirt did ride up high enough to reveal those were thigh highs and not full stockings.&nbsp; <strong>"And what happens if I lose, handsome?"</strong>&nbsp; She waggled her brows at him.&nbsp; <br><br>She pulled an elastic from her wrist, sweeping her bright pink streaked brunette locks up into a messy knot.&nbsp; <em>Time to get this party started.</em> She grabbed the bottle and took a long pull.&nbsp; Her eyes fluttered closed for just a moment at the volatile liquid splashed over her tongue and vapors filled her nose.&nbsp; <em>Ooooh yeah.</em> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>10-04-2016, 04:06:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://36.media.tumblr.com/a852a59bb42a78fdd90ebb6ee66936ec/tumblr_o226shAGQd1rbmrhdo2_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aimee Ryan<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> First year Silver Student<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Relieved <br><strong>Clothes:</strong> Outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=195001910)<br><strong>Tag:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Open</strong><br><strong>Location/Date/Time:</strong> Dorms, headed to room 115.&nbsp; September 30, a little after Midnight<br><hr><br>Multitasking had become second nature to the easily distracted girl.&nbsp; Shiny objects, a bangin' bod, a shaft of light hitting a flower just so, it didn't take much.&nbsp; Currently she managed to watch the screen and the dude next to her.&nbsp; And didn't just get a big, fat, smug grin on her lips when he checked her out.&nbsp; At least the outfit worked for <em>someone</em> tonight.&nbsp; Fuckin' straight lace professor.&nbsp; Like a lot of girls playing video games she leaned to one side or the other when her little avatar went around corners like it would somehow help.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"I was angling for the trouser tent from a certain prof but dude must be into dudes.&nbsp; He actually wanted to talk about my drawing tonight!"</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>She didn't detect a single clue he'd even noticed how hot she looked in the short skirt.&nbsp; Seriously, what a waste but she couldn't get those baby blues outta her head.&nbsp; She just wanted to climb up on his desk, grab his tie and <strong>"Aw fuck!"</strong> she growled as her little guy on the screen spun out after hitting she didn't even know what.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"You cheater."</strong>&nbsp; Two could play at that game.&nbsp; <br><br>With her eyes still on the screen she leaned towards him a bit and angled herself so if he did happen to glance to the side? He'd be getting an eyeful down the keyhole in her black halter top.&nbsp; She picked up some kind of bonus and fired it and Brad's little dude.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm failing to see how that's incentive to win."</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>10-04-2016, 20:14:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://36.media.tumblr.com/a852a59bb42a78fdd90ebb6ee66936ec/tumblr_o226shAGQd1rbmrhdo2_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aimee Ryan<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> First year Silver Student<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Relieved <br><strong>Clothes:</strong> Outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=195001910)<br><strong>Tag:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Brad</strong> (Elia)<br><strong>Location/Date/Time:</strong> Dorms, headed to room 115.&nbsp; September 30, a little after Midnight<br><hr><br>Bottle of booze?&nbsp; Good fix for the storm in her head, but had consequences the following morning.&nbsp; Hangovers sucked.&nbsp; A good romp though, well that was golden.&nbsp; All the feel good she needed no calling Ralph on the big white phone and gnomes with pick axes in her noggin.&nbsp; Several things happened at once.&nbsp; His cart went off the road and he made a noise she knew meant he wasn't looking at the screen.&nbsp; <em>Aaah victory</em> She turned to him with a smug little grin.&nbsp; <br><br>She didn't even try to escape his big hands.&nbsp; Her remote followed his.&nbsp; She had no little voice telling her anything about bad ideas.&nbsp; Nope.&nbsp; Her little voice just chanted <em>Go Aimee, go&nbsp; Aimee, GO!</em> Her eyes met his, all green lights there my friend.&nbsp; Her heart pounded in anticipation as her thighs spread to straddle his lap.&nbsp; Her hormone clouded brain didn't cough up a witty response.&nbsp; Instead she moved her hips in a slow, tight circle, grinding herself against his lap.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Heh.&nbsp; I guess cheaters do win."</strong> <br><br>She smirked and leaned in closer to him.&nbsp; She didn't know his name.&nbsp; Didn't really care either.&nbsp; Sure, she'd probably heard it around the dorm, but what the hell did a name matter just then?&nbsp; Oh yeah, she fuckin' loved hearing her partner moan in her name in the heat of the moment.&nbsp; <strong>"Name's Aimee in case you wanna moan it later."</strong>&nbsp; And with that, she nipped his full lower lip.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ajtrue</strong> on <strong>10-04-2016, 21:44:10</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">"Oh. It’s You”</span></strong></span> </div> <br><hr> <hr><div class="floatleft">(http://metrouk2.files.wordpress.com/2014/02/rankin-hunger-magazine.png)</div><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>NAME: </strong> Antonie Jepson<br><strong>AGE:</strong> 21<br><strong>LOCATION &amp; TIME:</strong> Dorm room 120| 9/2/16 4:01pm<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Fox Kingsley&nbsp; <em><strong>CLOSED</strong></em><br><strong>ADDITIONAL INFO:</strong> Coming off scene <strong><span class="bbc_u">HERE</span></strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246312.msg12227187#msg12227187) </span></span><br><br><hr><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">The door slammed behind Tonie and he collapsed his weight against it, his back making a dense <em>thump</em> as it made contact with the wood. His chest was heaving, his lips parted as he panted. His thoughts were a jumbled mess the likes of which he had never experienced.<br><br>He kept remembering the taste of Eli, the smell of him. <br><br>Suddenly Tonie remembered he’d left his books and papers behind. The palm of his hand connected with the door in a sharp slap near his hip. <br><br>“Damn it,” he growled out, his head finally rolling to take in his roommate as she lounged, phone in hand, on her bed. Her long, lustrous hair was falling freely around her face, her white top tight enough to leave very little to the imagination and the short green skirt flashing a generous amount of thigh.<br><br>The sight left him completely numb. With a sigh he pushed from the door and stepped toward the utilitarian bed on his side of the room. It was covered in a plain navy comforter, crisply made. His single pillow was centered precisely in the center of the head of the bed, his sheets folded down over the comforter exactly 6 inches under the pillow.&nbsp; The contrast between their sides of the room was startling.<br><br>“Hello,” he greeted her, attempting to be polite as he passed the bed to pull out the chair at his desk and settle into it. Although what the hell he was going to do without those books was a bit of a mystery. Halfheartedly he pulled his statistic book from the neat pile on the side of the desk. On his day calendar it very clearly stated he should be in the lab for the next hour and fourty three minutes. Statistics wasn’t on his schedule until 8 pm. After dinner. But what could a guy do?<br><br>A frown marred his face. He very much disliked breaking his schedule.</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>19-04-2016, 20:34:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://36.media.tumblr.com/a852a59bb42a78fdd90ebb6ee66936ec/tumblr_o226shAGQd1rbmrhdo2_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aimee Ryan<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> First year Silver Student<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Hot and Bothered<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> Outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=195001910)<br><strong>Tag:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Brad</strong> (Elia)<br><strong>Location/Date/Time:</strong> Dorms, headed to room 115.&nbsp; September 30, Midnight thirty<br><hr><br>Seymore? Great now she was having a <em>Little Shop of Horrors</em> moment.&nbsp; Yeah, she wouldn't be moaning that later.&nbsp; No way she could without laughing.&nbsp; <em>Fuck me Seymore!</em> Nope.&nbsp; Too much like 'Feed me Seymour!'&nbsp; <em>OMG why are you thinking about musicals right now?!</em>&nbsp; Thank goodness he brought her back into the moment with that lift and thrust.&nbsp; She groaned softly, her hips happy to press her core against that steel rod in his pants.&nbsp; <br><br>Her abs tightened on a quick inhalation of breath.&nbsp; The contrast of those big soft lips and his biting teeth sent hot little sensations coursing through her.&nbsp; Aimee arched towards his lips.&nbsp; She wanted to be unfastening his pants but her arms weren't long enough to reach without impeding his attentions.&nbsp; <strong>"I see you've done this before."</strong>&nbsp; She chuckled as her bra came loose in one quick flick of his wrist.&nbsp; <br><br>He might be disappointed when he got under her skirt and discovered the thong.&nbsp; She'd not gone commando to class, though the thought had crossed her mind.&nbsp; She tugged at his shirt, wanting more skin on skin contact.&nbsp; Hell, she wanted to be naked.&nbsp; &nbsp;Impatience won out and she finally moved enough to reach his pants and got busy working them out of her way.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emjay</strong> on <strong>22-04-2016, 02:37:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://36.media.tumblr.com/abe3b209ddf0e6451c18d69fb16f4832/tumblr_ns7litazGW1u8zpw2o1_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Reika Tokugawa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246517.msg12207634#msg12207634)<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Silver<br><strong>Age:</strong> 20<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Bisexual<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Tired, Irritable, shall I continue?<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/61/03/35/6103352eeefdba23a5e0e7d76317ac0b.jpg)<br><strong>Date|Location:</strong> Sept. 29th | 11 am | Room 114<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Javier | Closed<br><hr><em>"Reika."</em><br><br>She wasn't exactly sure why Javier was repeating her name aloud, granted she didn't really care either. All her mind could focus on was falling into her bed, pulling the covers over her head, and slipping into a deep and dreamless sleep. Fate had other plans. Javier continued to speak, offering to take her on a tour of the grounds and a bite to eat. She was just about to decline the invitation when her stomach began to rumble quite loudly. Putting a hand on her flat stomach, she remembered that the last time she had eaten anything was on the flight from Honolulu. The flight attendant had placed what looked to be a pretty decent breakfast for an airliner but she couldn't bring herself to eat more than the croissant. The anxiety had completely robbed her of her appetite, and she had felt just a tad nauseous. Now that the unpleasant surprise had been revealed she was starving!<br><br>"Why don't we skip the tour and just go straight to...breakfast? What time is it?" <br><br>She felt a bit disoriented. The whole situation was weird and it was messing with her mind a bit or maybe that was just the exhaustion and jet lag. Stepping away from her bed and throwing the partially unwrapped sheets on it, she put her sneakers back on before turning to her new roommate, "Thanks."<br><br>She wasn't very good at compliments, apologies, or thanking people but she really did feel appreciative. She didn't think she had the energy to wander through the extensive grounds in search of the cafeteria. Javier was an unlikely saviour.
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>28-04-2016, 22:16:14</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>People are Strange (A Lady in the Street and A Freak in the Bed)</strong></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://i66.tinypic.com/35kork2.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Ella Ragsdale<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Silver Student<br><strong>Age:</strong> 18<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Bi<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Resigned But Faking it till she makes it. <br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> The First Day of School<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lancelot Parking Lot, Dorm Room 114, Lancelot Dorms <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Javiar, Reika, NPCs <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><strong>Music:</strong> Yeah! by Usher featuring Ludacris<br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Music poured from the 2015 Porsche Boxster GTS (http://st.automobilemag.com/uploads/sites/11/2014/05/2015-Porsche-Boxster-GTS-side.jpg) as it wound round the sloping curves of JCPU, the low purr of the engine was overwhelmed with Usher and the driver, a raven haired porcelain doll, handled the beast with the lightest of touches. Mirrored glasses covered most of her face , the Hermes silk scarf wrapped around her hair fluttered gently as she pulled into Lancelot Dorms parking lot. The trip had been an adventure unto itself, at least it should have been. Ella could not really enjoy the view, her mind was clouded with the last glimpse of Janelle before she was unceremoniously ejected from the Morneau house, Janie sporting a bruise across her pale cheek where her father had struck her. That was two months ago. <br><br>After much sobbing and bargaining, it all came down to numbers really and Ella's mother had hers. If she did not go to school and complete this program she was cut off from her trustfund and her baby brother Henry, the only person she genuinely loved. That was not a risk she was willing to take, it was important that she hold it together for at least another 3 years. Considering that most southern belles are groomed to be well heeled trophy wives who attend luncheons and booster club meetings, Ella was not skilled at anything that did not involve her 3 1/2 inch heels or her charge card. Though she had volunteered at numerous charities Ella had no marketable skills compared others her age who had part time jobs and debt. <br><br>So here she was, in a scrub the gay away program that promised to make her the good Christian preacher's wife of her parent's dreams. The complications of her sexual preferences would have to be put on hold for a minute. She did not feel much in the way of interest to begin with considering the summer.Pulling into a spot in the shade, she removed her sunglasses and checked her makeup in the flip down visor mirror. Not a speck of redness not a puffy eye to be seen, her reflection was photographic perfection. Her perfect mask. Working on the natural smile that seemed to fail she&nbsp; tried others for a moment before settling on a mysterious perk of the corners of her mouth. There..that would do for now. Her phone chirped in the hands-free cradle, she looked at the text from the delivery men. They were but a moment away and she would have to make her grand entrance into this fraud. <br><br>It was a snap to find her room really, the map given to her in the admin office was fairly clear cut.She could feel the two burly guys behind her eyeing her ass. What else was new? She ascended the steps into the first floor dorm rooms, there was some low speaking as she walked into the common area of Room 114.Looking around she called out "Hello, anyone home?" her southern drawl intentionally a little more pronounced. Untying the scarf and sliding the sun glasses to the top of her head, the silk wrap dress clung to her lilthe frame. Motioning for the moving guys to wait for a moment, she saw a another girl unpacking. "Hi, I am Ella, are we pairing up by gender or is it first come first serve, darlin?"<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>29-04-2016, 10:57:03</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>People are Strange, when you're a stranger.</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://lainya.it/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/1340817954-Polaroids_MarlonTeixeira_01.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Javier Echevarria<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> 2nd year Gold student.<br><strong>Age:</strong> 20<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Chilled out <br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 09|29|16 11:00 AM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room 114<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Reika and Ella - <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>Javier Echevarria was doing the staring thing he did when a pretty girl spoke to him. Staring at her neck which would probably come off as a bit creepy considering he was making sure the girl didn't have an Adam's apple. He had to be certain least he repeat what had happned before. That was fun, to this day his cousin Carmen made it her mission to poke fun at him and his sexuality on a daily basis. The sarcasm was strong with him and his cousin and at the moment as he gazed once again at Reika's neck he wanted to make sure what she was least Carmen poke fun that one of his dorm mates was probably going to pounce on him in his sleep. <br><br>Cocking his brow at Reika and realizing he was staring as he grinned and nodded looking at his watch and replying with a simple, <strong>"11:15, breakfast sounds good. Let's do this shit mama. I could eat an entire puerco."</strong> Smiling as he looked back up at her, <strong>"sure, sure no problemo."</strong><br><br>As he went to walk out of her room in their dorm, Javier heard a voice ring out from the living/dining area. Cocking his brow and tilting his head at the door. The accent was entirely different from what he had heard yet and it was actually very appealing to him. The only male as of yet in the dorm walked out of Reika's room with what was soon to be Ella's and blinked as he spotted the well-dressed woman with two very large men behind her. <br><br>Javier's jaw went slack when she removed her sunglasses and luckily her scarf as well. It took him a second to recover even as the strong man type men stood in silence acting like they were pieces of furniture awaiting instructions. His jaw was completely slack and for the first time in his life, Javi was speechless. She was in a word, gorgeous. In that moment, Javier wished he was a lesbian because his dorm mates <em>dio mio</em>, seriously it was so UNFAIR. <br><br>Licking his lips at her name, <strong>"Ella."</strong> He repeated it like he had repeated Reika's sounding it out. That wasn't bad it was like Bella without the B. He had a little cousin named Annabella. Cuban/Americans were an odd bunch. Javier's eyes traveled to Ella's neck.<br><br><em>No Adam's apple. Good.</em><br><br>Then he looked behind him at Reika and realized that she had been setting up camp in his room. With a smirk, he looked back at Ella, <strong>"sure it's probably like girl on girl. But I don't mind sharing with one of you... or both even."</strong> He waggled his brows and gave a grin. <strong>"Joo wanna join us for breakfast mamita?" He asked the new girl, "I'm Javi... this is Rrreika. It sounds like delicious in Spanish. Just sayin."</strong> He was all kinds of talkative now as he turned around to mention that bit of information to Reika or how he called "Rica." Before he turned back to Ella and walked towards the front door. <strong>"Ladies? Coming? Staying? Who are Larry and Curly, yo?"</strong> He up nodded to the two men standing sentinel in the room. <br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peripherie</strong> on <strong>02-05-2016, 04:40:26</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Not new to being new.</strong></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/DsXYGwS.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sabine Genrich<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Silver Class<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Sat, Oct 2nd, 10:00 a.m.<br><strong>Location: </strong> Lancelot Hall<br><strong>Mood:</strong> nervous, hoping she has her own room.<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Patrik Romanov<em><strong> [closed]</strong></em><hr><br>Why had Sabine insisted that she could take the train to Richmond all by herself? Well, she knew exactly why. Her fears and anxieties of traveling alone were nothing, nothing, compared to hours in a car with her parents who wanted to give her some last parting advice on how to find a nice boy. Her mother had even stashed condoms in various parts of her luggage. <br><br>Sabine found a few when she was trying to fish out her wallet in the dining car. Utter embarrassment!! So as she stepped out of the Uber van that had picked up her from the train station, and ladened herself down like a pack mule with her various bags and totes (not to mention the two travel suitcases she was dragging behind her) well, she was glad to finally be at the place she most hated being at. <br><br>Confusing? You betcha! Her parents had lost their minds to think that she was going through a sexual identity crisis. She had absolutely no interest in sex at all .... which she thought most parents would have a healthy respect and reverence for in this day and age. And who could blame her? She had only been told that she was going to fuck her way into fulfilling the family dream of having lots and lots and lots of future generations.<br><br>No, thank you. <br><br>Now all she wanted was to collapse on the no-doubt hard dorm mattress and sleep away every second of anxiety she had felt since she left her house yesterday morning. She checked the letter from the admissions office for the thirtieth time - Lancelot Dorm, room 108. It said nothing about roommates. She hoped for none, but if she had to room with someone, please just let it not be some boy crazy girl who wanted to talk about it with her at all hours. Please lord, just that one favor? <br><br>She lugged her belongings up the front steps and towards the stairwell (of course there was no elevator). One more flight of lurching carry-ons and slinging bags to get through the doorway to her hall. <br><br>105, 106, 107, 108. Sabine let out a breathe. Part of her wanted to burst through the door, and part of her wanted to just stand there and never go in, ever. But what couldn't be ignored must be endured. A fitting motto for her life. She dropped her bags and started fishing for the key that had come with the letter. <br><br>"Where is it? Gah, if I left it on my desk at home I swear..." But that was when the door began to open as if by magic or some kind of voice activation. <br><br>And that was when Sabine's jaw hit the floor. "Patrik!?!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peripherie</strong> on <strong>09-05-2016, 00:15:54</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">last post</div><div class="spoiler_body"><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Not new to being new.</strong></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://sp.yimg.com/xj/th?id=OIP.M24e7ca94b9962641501f2cdb220ce2aao0&amp;pid=15.1&amp;P=0&amp;w=300&amp;h=300)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Patrik Romanov<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Silver Class<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Sat, Oct 2nd, 10:05 a.m.<br><strong>Location: </strong> Lancelot Hall<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Anxious to get to the Lab<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Sabine Genrich<em><strong> [closed]</strong></em><hr><br><br>He hadn't intended to crack open the dormitory door at that precise moment, but he was absolutely anxious to get himself to the lab as quickly as possible. He'd received an email from one of his partners that they believed they'd added one of the wrong ingredients during their alcoholic distillation mechanisms, and that could spell utter disaster as far as their term grade went on this project. What an imbecile. He'd only allowed her this one task... just this ONE, and she couldn't even do that. This was why he didn't like partners. Or, roommates for that matter. He'd been dreading said person's arrival for the larger part of the afternoon. She was a fresh face, from what he'd heard, and so she didn't even have herself established on campus long enough to know he was an absolute curmudgeon and a chore to live with, let alone incapable of holding a sarcasm free conversation. <br><br>But, his scorn filled words died on his lips, his expression slackening at the girl just behind the door. Sabine. THE Sabine. The girl his meddling Russian network of family had been attempting to arrange marriage with, per their antiquated traditions, since he was approximately nine years old. An age at which, most boys, still found girls repulsive, no matter their sexual preference later in life. At a loss for words, a first really... It took him a moment to fully appreciate the fact that this was a blessing in disguise. They'd been one another's beards, so to speak, during their more formative years, and he'd felt particularly awful about having lost touch with her once he began pursuing his multiple degrees and careers. <br><br><strong>"прости меня" (Prosti Menya)</strong> Slipping easily enough into their old form of communication, he had to shake his head to correct himself in English. <strong>"Forgive me.. I honestly didn't expect to see you... ever... let alone.. come in."</strong> Pulling his lanky form back enough to allow her passage, she'd have only been able to manage a few steps before he pulled her into the wide circle of his long arms, his lips to her neck in intimate welcome. Though, once he was there, he felt a strange surge of electricity that hadn't ever been involved in their embraces before. Then again, she also had <em>assets</em>&nbsp; she didn't have before, so that could've played a large part, there. After all, he was only <em>half</em>&nbsp; attracted to just men. Long fingers lingering on her lower back, he breathed her in for familiarity's sake... At least, that's what he was telling himself to keep her there, longer.<br>[/quote]</div></div><br><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Not new to being new.</strong></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/DsXYGwS.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sabine Genrich<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Silver Class<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Sat, Oct 2nd, 10:00 a.m.<br><strong>Location: </strong> Lancelot Hall<br><strong>Mood:</strong> shock and awe<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Patrik Romanov<em><strong> [closed]</strong></em><hr><br>Sabine had drawn breath and braced herself for who was going to be on the other side of the door but..... Patrik? "Patrik!" She unceremoniously dropped her bags. What was he doing here? Well... he had just as much issues if not more than she about their families trying to force monogamy, marriage, and mating down their throats. And while she did her best to only be a shield of his business and never really in it during their youth, she had heard rumors of who he had really fancied in high school. Had any other Russian fella from back home stepped through that door Sabine might assume that it was an attempt between her family and the school to force the issue of 'cohabitation'. But Patrik.... his stubborn wit and sharp tongue would see right through that plan and want nothing of it. <br><br>She let out that long held breath and giggled as he pulled her into a long hug. She had to stand on her very tip toes to even press close to the top of his chest, but she did her best to squeeze her arms around him in return. Just like old times. He kissed at the side of her neck, and perhaps it was just the comfortable relief of her presence, or the knowledge that her room would be a place of shelter just like their times together at high school had been, but she felt warmed and happy to stay right there in his arms. <br><br>And perhaps her well toned arches would hold her there forever but she finally did step back from him, fixing her shirt and hair in a well honed nervous habit that would be as tell-tale Sabine to him as her sharp blue eyes. "Давно не виделись!" (Davno ne videlis.) "It has been too long. I'm not glad that either of us have to spend our college years here." She of course assumed that he had been 'found out' and forced to study here despite his wishes. They had spent many a 'date night' just sitting at Rocky Point Beach waxing poetic about how wonderfully freeing it would be once they left home and got to life the lives only they wanted. She started to scoop up her belongings, her petite but well toned arms flexing as she began to bring things in to ... their room? "But if I have to be subjected to the rules of this place, I am glad to do it by your side." <br><br>She wasn't quite sure what to expect at their accommodations. Hopefully there were two beds, right? But one this was for sure, and she was certainly not let down in this, his room would be spotless and meticulously organized. He did remember what her old room had looked like, right?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emjay</strong> on <strong>09-05-2016, 18:23:52</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>People are Strange But That's Their Business</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://36.media.tumblr.com/abe3b209ddf0e6451c18d69fb16f4832/tumblr_ns7litazGW1u8zpw2o1_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Reika Tokugawa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246517.msg12207634#msg12207634)<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Silver<br><strong>Age:</strong> 20<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Bisexual<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Tired, Hungry<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/61/03/35/6103352eeefdba23a5e0e7d76317ac0b.jpg)<br><strong>Date|Location:</strong> Sept. 29th | 11 AM | Room 114<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Javier, Ella | Closed<br><hr>She had been speaking but she had the distinct feeling that Javier wasn't paying much attention. Was that a glazed look in his eye? He wasn't even looking her directly. Was this guy high? As long as he could walk straight and lead her to the cafeteria that was no concern of hers. He was receptive at least. He had agreed to their slightly altered plans. She couldn't believe that it was already 11:15. Where had the time gone? They were about to make their exit when they heard a voice from the living area. Letting out a sigh as she watched Javier's attention drift from the door to the living room, she followed behind as he followed the voice of the newcomer. <br><br><em>"Hi, I am Ella, are we pairing up by gender or is it first come first serve, darlin?"</em><br><br>Yet another newbie. The girl was dressed like she was on her way to an afternoon luncheon at a 5 star hotel, the kind of clothes her grandmother occasionally forced her to wear. There was one silver lining of being sent to this place, grandma wasn't around to dress her up like a doll. Ella sported a thick Southern accent, one she had never really heard other than on television. Not too many Southerners in Hawaii although there were plenty of tourists. Her family had never vacationed in the Southern US. <br><br>"I don't really know. I just got here."<br><br>Thankfully Javier could speak enough for the both of them. He just kept chattering on. He himself wasn't sure what the sleeping arrangements were. Reika was fine either way, as long as the new girl wasn't a pain in her ass. She didn't like to judge books by their covers but the whole get up and the hired help made the girl look prissy. She had dealt with enough of those types of girls to not want a repeat of the unpleasant experience. <br><br>Hoping to further along the process of them leaving the dorm room and heading to the cafeteria she made an offer to their new roommate, "We were actually heading out to get some breakfast. You coming?"<br><br>The faster they got out of there the faster they could come back and she could sleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>09-05-2016, 19:49:35</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>People are Strange When You're A Stranger</strong></span></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://i66.tinypic.com/35kork2.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Ella Ragsdale<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Silver Student<br><strong>Age:</strong> 18<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Bi<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Resigned But Faking it till she makes it. <br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> The First Day of School<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room 114, Lancelot Dorms <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Javiar, Reika, NPCs <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><strong>Music:</strong> The Doors - People Are Strange<br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Ella moved through the space like she owned it. Taking in all the little niceties of dorm room life, a small smile playing on her lips. The thought of food was revolting at the moment, but instead of retching she smiled a little wider "Thank you for the invitation, but I would like to get settled. It was a bit of a drive here from my Aunt's place on the coast." Turning her attention to their bedroom, Ella noted that the other girl had begun to unpack on one side of the space, turning to Reika she smiled "If it's alright with you, I would rather bunk with a girl."Her blue eyes flickering over to Javier "Sorry darlin, my reverend of a father might not approve of my sleeping in the same room with a man."<br><br>She motioned for the movers to follow behind her into the girls dorm room, directing for the two large leather trunks to be stowed next to the empty side of the room. They left briefly only to come back with a small mirrored stainless steel vanity, a rolling stool that looked remarkably like an old restored tractor seat and small rolled up woven blue cotton rug. The alternating&nbsp; V patterns making it look bigger than it was. Ella gave the lead mover some money folded onto itself and a winning smile "Thank you gentlemen for all your assistance." A smile that would follow them out the door until they were gone and she had closed the door soundly behind them.<br><br>The door shutting allowed Ella to finally drop her smile. Those goons would report her happily settling into her new space with all smiles and giggles. Glancing over at her roommates, Ella looked very tired and very sad for a flickering moment before brightening back up. The overly affected southern accent dissipating into something a little less dramatic yet still warm southern in tone."I think I really will pass on the food, though a do thank you for offer. I don't think I could eat a thing right now" Removing her glasses from her head and the bangles and&nbsp; bracelets from her wrists with a little huff stopping to look at Reika "Every feel like an over dressed poodle darlin?Cuz I know I do." she walked past Javiar and Reika, a sad smile on her lips as she stepped in her room and looked at the belongings, dropping the heavy hand bag on her bed.<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>11-05-2016, 23:05:12</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Oh. It's You.</em></span></strong></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z67/designscene/DS/MeganFoxforWMagazine04.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Fox Kingsley<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Student: Bronze <br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Bisexual <br><strong>Mood:</strong> Resentful<br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 09|02|16 4:10PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm room 120<br><strong>Coming From:</strong> Homosexuality 101 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246314.msg12193133#msg12193133)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Antoine | Ebony's Phone | [Closed]</span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">There was a familiarity in the noise of a slamming door. In the Kingsley household, the bang was usually preceded by shouting, and threats of divorce. Which was ironic, since the family was so keen on upholding the British standard in manners. And according to Fox's mother, it was "'"incredibly <em>rude</em>."'" That moment the door and latch bolt connected with the frame, Fox began to feel an ache in her spine. She swore she could feel the vibrations of the action in the rest of her bones too. Despite that, Fox remained immersed in her mobile, pretending it didn't bother her. When in all honesty, it made her think of home, which made her resentment spike. She remained silent, but couldn't control her eyes. They shut in a long, frustrated blink. <br><br>From peripheral view, Fox could see what looked like a heavy breathing male. She didn't want to pry, but it looked like he had had an episode. Perhaps one similar to hers in the classroom? She could only assume, given the way he rushed in. When the thud of a hand came, Fox's eyes flickered to it's source. How she loathed strangers' hands. Who knew where they've been, or what they've touched? The very thought of it made Fox's mouth dry. She cleared her throat, and attempted to remedy it. The anxieties, the thoughts, everything. <em>'Deep breaths.'</em> she told herself. Those didn't come easily, when your clothes were clingy.<br><br>As the lad sat at his desk, Fox finally invested to scan him. Gaging from first impressions,&nbsp; he seemed like a neat, polished prep boy. Short brown hair, well groomed facial hair and a nice suit on the first day. Fox approved. She hoped and prayed to the gods, (of <strong>whatever</strong>,) that he was as diligent and conscious of cleanliness as he was with his appearance and his need to study. Instead of a greeting him, she asked, <strong>"Are you dying? Do you need a Xanax?"</strong> </span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>24-05-2016, 17:57:25</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Brad's post</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/32200000/Chord-in-older-Davis-Factor-photoshoot-chord-overstreet-32258156-375-500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Bradley Mason Seymore<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Second Year Silver Student<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Intrigued <br><strong>Tag:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Open</strong><br><strong>Location/Date/Time:</strong> Dorms, across from room 115.&nbsp; September 30, Midnight-O-One<br><hr><br>A rumbling chuckle tumbled up and out at her impatience. He'd never met a chick more anxious to rip his clothes off, and he had to say, he was enjoying every fuckin' second of it. Those curious fingers tickled, his taut musculature bunching here and there wherever she grazed. That is, until she'd managed to work his simply white shirt up and over his wide shoulders to reveal the whole, chiseled package. Then, he was definitely clenching on purpose. Just a brief show of the guns, and what not. He had an ego that just wouldn't quit, what could he say. <br><br>Leaning back to let her fiddle with his jeans, he gave an overly cock smirk that pulled his lips crooked while he watched her work. <strong>"Not a fuckin' chance."</strong> His first time? Please. Not like those tick marks etched into his bed post were bogies in a casual weekend of golf with the pops. Nah. He didn't discriminate either. The ticks were men <em>and</em>&nbsp; women, and the number just kept gettin' higher. He was neck and neck with Shane at this rate, and he was damned well going to edge her out if it was the last thing he did. <br><br>Belt pulled through its loops and metallic buckle clinking against the buttons adorning his jeans, he licked his lips and focused all of his attention on slowly massaging her hips while she pulled him out. Oh... this wasn't the first time he'd gotten to see the look on someone's face when they released the beast, but hey... if they didn't want to succumb to the belief that size matched girth on men, that was their own damned fault. That six foot seven body of his was proportional all fucking over, and she was about to find out just how much...<br>[/quote]</div></div><br><div class="floatright">(http://36.media.tumblr.com/a852a59bb42a78fdd90ebb6ee66936ec/tumblr_o226shAGQd1rbmrhdo2_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aimee Ryan<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> First year Silver Student<br><strong>Mood:</strong> turned the hell on<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> Outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=195001910)<br><strong>Tag:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Open</strong><br><strong>Location/Date/Time:</strong> Dorms, Brad's room.&nbsp; September 30, Midnight<br><strong>Warning:</strong> About to have some sexy times<br><hr><br>Another time she might have bee more impressed by the gun show.&nbsp; At the moment she had a pretty one track mind, get her stupid professor out of her mind.&nbsp; And Brad had so much taught skin to explore.&nbsp; She didn't care if she was just another tick mark on his bed post.&nbsp; They were both using the other for sex.&nbsp; Grand.&nbsp; If she was lucky, this little romp sesh would keep her from going crazy in this fucked up place for another couple months.&nbsp; She kept grinding herself against him as she worked his pants free.&nbsp; <br><br>Aimee lifted herself off of him only long enough to work his jeans and boxers down over his hips.&nbsp; <strong>"Shit"</strong>&nbsp; She smirked and looked up at his face.&nbsp; Yeah, he was big all over.&nbsp; She tested a theory wrapping her fingers around his shaft.&nbsp; And what do you know, she couldn't make her middle finger and thumb touch around his girth, never mind that length.&nbsp; She groaned, the sound full hunger.&nbsp; <strong>"No wonder there are so many rumors about you."</strong>&nbsp; She started to work her hand up and down his shaft.&nbsp; She'd be walking funny after this and she didn't give a damn about that either.&nbsp; <br><br>Aims could feel herself getting wet and slick as anticipation thrummed through her petite body.&nbsp; Her nipples peaked under her black top, which of course she wore sans bra.&nbsp; Bene of being perky and not so large.&nbsp; She leaned up and nipped at his lower lip again.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>02-06-2016, 23:53:00</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>People are Strange, when you're a stranger.</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://lainya.it/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/1340817954-Polaroids_MarlonTeixeira_01.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Javier Echevarria<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> 2nd year Gold student.<br><strong>Age:</strong> 20<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Chilled out <br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 09|29|16 11:00 AM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room 114<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Reika and Ella - <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>Javier suddenly felt like he was sitting there watching some sort of Tennis match. His brown eyes kept flickering from one girl to the other. Raising his brow waiting for either one of them to go from polite to answering his damn question. <br><br>Honestly. <br><br>At this point Rieka also invited the new girl with them to eat. Javier was all for the more the merrier. <em>Coño</em>, it's not like he had many girls to hang out with him anyways. This school was full of gay boys and girls that loved up on each other. Lonely was an understatement and now he had not one. But TWO fine ass roommates who were NOT transgender from what he could see. Javier went from smirky to some what disappointed in about a second when Ella finally answered politely declining their offer. Biting his lip and nodding, stuffing his hands on his pocket as he shrugged. <br><br>His eyes traveled down her body and he wondered briefly if she was one of those that didn't quite eat often. His brow shot up though when Ella addressed him personally about the room and sharing. Smirking and almost chuckling as he shook his head, <strong>"Sokay mamita, it's all good. Seriously." </strong><br><br>Her father would probably welcome the hombre in her room if she was in a school like this. Looking at her pointedly then glancing over at Reika with a smirk. Well at least if those two got it on he could probably hear the whole thing and get off on something this year at Jamison Clarke. <br><br>Javier leaned up against the door frame and watched the girl call off her very large men his jaw going slightly slack at her response to Reika. <br><br><strong>"Erm... Que? What?"</strong> <br><br>He blinked at her not really understanding what she was on about. Poodle? What the hell was a poodle?<br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>15-12-2020, 05:18:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images.complex.com/complex/image/upload/c_fill,dpr_auto,f_auto,q_90,w_1400/fl_lossy,pg_1/hkc0c2huhs2nw6yohixa.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: palatino linotype;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Domino Rocha<br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><strong>Status:</strong> 2nd year student | Forever Silver!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> T-shirt, purple bra &amp; boyshorts, mismatched socks pulled up, hair deep purple.<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Sleepy + A lil pouty<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shane </span><hr><span style="font-family: palatino linotype;" class="bbc_font">Domino wasn't sure how she felt. Well, aside from the dull nagging headache and the empty pit that was her stomach screwing with her. It wasn't all that early but damn did it feel too early to be having to handle shit like <em>feelings</em> trying to bugger up her mood unnecessarily. So what if she'd woken up in the dorm alone? It was hardly the first time and most certainly&nbsp; wouldn't be the last. She was not the clingy sort nor was she the sort to play games and sure, she was used to having Shane around but they were hardly attached at the hip.<br><br>...She kinda wished it didn't sound like she was trying to convince herself of all this shit in her head.<br><br>Sighing to herself, the English born skater bundled up in her comforter and sat up. Running a hand through her hair, she reached for her phone and purposefully clicked out of the chat window, opting to go to google and catch up on a few headlines in the name of finding her bloody damn chill. She'd already gotten up once to do the usual morning--or whenever the fuck it was--routine, only to lay back down when her head protested her intent to do, like, <em>anything</em>. She kinda felt like it might have been good to get some sketches in but a food and a nap were probably necessary before she'd be able to make that idea reality. <br><br>Unsurprisingly, D's attempt at reading turned into her nearly going all the way back to sleep. Leaned up against the wall, wrapped in her blanket, she was beyond warm and closing her eyes had brought enough ease that keeping them that way just made sense.&nbsp; So much so that it took her a few to register the sound of someone at the door. Slowly, her lashes lifted, her brows crinkling together for a moment before she remembered why there might be someone coming her way. Yawning, D further roused herself enough to roll out of bed and pad over. With her eyes half closed her hand missed the knob like twice, but eventually she got it and gave a quick twist, yanking the door back to reveal whoever might be out there. (Like she didn't know...)</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>15-12-2020, 16:44:35</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>that’s the <em>MORAL</em> of the <em>STORY</em> babe</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://files.jcink.net/uploads/schizophrenia//C7323AA0_116A_411E_835A_9E8983D52A44.jpeg)</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> Happy <br><strong>Time &amp; Date:</strong> 12|14|2020 9 a.m<br><strong>Location</strong>: shane abs domino’s dorm.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> domino (@kokaine)-&nbsp; <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><br><br><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br>shane harris was the type of girl that usually mentioned a conquest, but what had happened the night before with felicity wasn’t something she needed to brag about at all. to begin with she didn’t know what all it meant and to add to the fact lea was a staff member she could completely lose her job over this. that’s not something that the brunette wanted to happen at all. and yet she happily left the staff apartments the way she had snuck in through the window. headed to mcdonald’s and starbucks and went back to her dorm room like a good little girl. (yeah right) the one thing she had forgotten? she had accident left her keys and baseball cap in lea’s apartment. suffice to say miss harris hair was tousled and had that i just woke up or just got laid look about it. but it also meant that she didn’t have a key to get into her dorm room with D. <br><br>so there she was jiggling the door knob hoping her best friend had forgotten ti lock it the previous night. no such luck and before she could balance the food and drinks in one hand so she could knock lightly on the door, domino was opening it. looking for lack of a better word, adorable. also sexy, but adorable. the brunette grinned at the beautiful purple haired girl before she ushered in with breakfast. “hungover?” she nodded then raised her brow with a satisfied smirk. before she glanced at domino’s bed making sure there wasn’t a co-ed between her sheets. <br><br>domino’s empty bed made her feel better. so shane shrugged snd set the door down on the empty desk that was shane and where they tended to eat on most days when they weren’t down at the cafe. “greasy food, D. it’ll kill whatever symptoms you have.” she ruffled the bag and began opening it setting domino’s favorite breakfast food down with a has brown in front of her. then setting the starbucks deink for her down as well. god she wanted to ask if domino had gotten lucky last night but she also didn’t want to know. nor did she want to go down thaf rabbit hole of her own luck the previous night.<br><br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>15-12-2020, 19:17:38</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>that’s the <em>MORAL</em> of the <em>STORY</em> babe</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://images.complex.com/complex/image/upload/c_fill,dpr_auto,f_auto,q_90,w_1400/fl_lossy,pg_1/hkc0c2huhs2nw6yohixa.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: palatino linotype;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Domino Rocha<br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><strong>Status:</strong> 2nd year student | Forever Silver!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> T-shirt, purple bra &amp; boyshorts, mismatched socks pulled up, hair deep purple.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dom and Shane's dorm<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> December 14th | 9AM<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Sleepy + A lil pouty<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shane (@Mxyzptlk)-&nbsp; <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><hr><span style="font-family: palatino linotype;" class="bbc_font">Despite messy hair and yesterday's clothes, Shane looked far too... peppy. Normally this didn't bother D in the slightest but for some reason it poked at her today. Thankfully her best friend had also come bearing gifts in the form of food to sate the gnawing empty feeling in her gut, so D just let it be. It was just McDonalds and Starbucks but at the moment it smelled like a gourmet spread was trapped in that little brown bag and that was far more important. At least for the moment.<br><br>"I admit to no such thing," Domino replied in her usual far too posh accent, a tad stronger than usual given she'd spoken to her sister last night and that woman sounded like she could be the damned Queen. This was hardly the worst she'd felt after a night of excess so she hardly counted the annoying pulse of pain in her head as a hangover.<br><br>Closing the door, D shuffled over to Shane's desk and resisted the urge to sigh. She'd not seen the glance toward her bed but that was probably for the best at the moment. She didn't need anything more trying to cloud up her head. It was already so full of things she'd had to keep herself from saying. From wanting. Because she knew better. <br><br>"I suppose you're right," she admitted, picking up the hash brown and taking a bite. It had to be the best damn previously frozen squarish potato patty she'd ever eaten, which made itself known in the small sound of appreciation that escaped her. "Thanks, for this. I owe ya. Cuz my arse was not going anywhere." Probably still wasn't. Her sister would have tried to nudge her outside for some fresh air but D wasn't so sure that was a good idea. She did still plan to get some sketching done--and some homework--but most of the day would likely be her vegging out.<br><br>"So... Any plans for today?" D sat her behind right down in Shane's desk chair to finish off her hash brown, looking up at her friend with dark eyes that were clearly still sleepy. <br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>17-12-2020, 19:29:30</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>that’s the <em>MORAL</em> of the <em>STORY</em> babe</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://files.jcink.net/uploads/schizophrenia//C7323AA0_116A_411E_835A_9E8983D52A44.jpeg)</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> Happy <br><strong>Time &amp; Date:</strong> 12|14|2020 9 a.m<br><strong>Location</strong>: shane abs domino’s dorm.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> domino (@kokaine)-&nbsp; <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><br><br><br><hr> <hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br>small talk that’s always how it was between the both of them after that one night of magic they shared. when you take the two biggest players in the state of virginia abs get them naked locking them in a room; magic was bound to happen. but both women were commitmentphobic suffice to say small talk was all they would get to. before one of them (usually shane) would bring up that night and one of them would get naked first (usually domino). look it didn’t help that her roommate barely had clothes on to begin with. for some reason shane loved it when woman were natural hair tousled just woken up or just been fucked look. yup, que domino and attire. <br><br>shane harris was trying desperately not to gaze too much. so instead they made small talk abs are their breakfast. the short haired brunette snickered at domino’s denial of being hungover. god her accent was hot this morning. shane had to shift in her seat and lick her lips taking a nice gulp of her coffee before she raised her brow in question at her purple haired dorm mate. that was some serious small talk not only that but wanting to know what shane had planned? setting her half eaten breakfast sandwich down the brunette leaned back and drank in the sight of the other girl. “maybe, maybe not. depends on you. we should really talk D.” her blue eyes traveled back up to gaze at domino’s face. she was completely in awe of how beautiful the girl was without trying. <br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>18-12-2020, 04:10:26</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>that’s the <em>MORAL</em> of the <em>STORY</em> babe</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://images.complex.com/complex/image/upload/c_fill,dpr_auto,f_auto,q_90,w_1400/fl_lossy,pg_1/hkc0c2huhs2nw6yohixa.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: palatino linotype;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Domino Rocha<br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><strong>Status:</strong> 2nd year student | Forever Silver!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> T-shirt, purple bra &amp; boyshorts, mismatched socks pulled up, hair deep purple.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dom and Shane's dorm<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> December 14th | 9AM<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Sleepy + A lil pouty<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shane (@Mxyzptlk)-&nbsp; <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><hr><span style="font-family: palatino linotype;" class="bbc_font">Annnd, just like that Domino's hunger was completely overtaken by an awkward churning in her stomach. Churning that, if she hadn't known better, she would have said was a very very strong case of nerves. But since when did Domino lose her chill over a few words?<br><br>Swallowing thickly, Dom turned her head away from Shane and reached up to fiddle with her nose ring. Normally, she'd not even hesitate to start the conversation but then deflect to something more pleasurable for them both than the root canal this <em>talk</em> was gonna be but Domino was a little tired of being such a coward. It wasn't her way to try and avoid things to this degree. Not like this. Sure, she quite liked the sight of Shane out of her clothes and all over her but it was time to stop torturing herself. Besides, it would be better to get this over with right? To let whatever words there were between them out and then see where the chips fell?<br><br>Right then...<br><br>Before that bold move, however, D reached for her drink and didn't so much try and drink it as she did toy with the lid. Her eyes lifted back to Shane, aware of her gaze, and her heartbeat kicked up hard. Clearing her throat slightly, her tongue appeared briefly along her bottom lip before she quirked a bit of a half-smile at her far too attractive best friend. "You know its not fair when you look at me like that, right?" She shook her head and let out a soft laugh that was anything but happy. "What is it that we need to discuss, Shane? I know you don't need the birds and the bees talk from me." The joke was lame but she couldn't seem to help it. Somehow serious convo didn't seem to suit the two of them, yet, here they were...</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>21-12-2020, 04:36:32</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>that’s the <em>MORAL</em> of the <em>STORY</em> babe</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://files.jcink.net/uploads/schizophrenia//C7323AA0_116A_411E_835A_9E8983D52A44.jpeg)</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> Happy <br><strong>Time &amp; Date:</strong> 12|14|2020 9 a.m<br><strong>Location</strong>: shane abs domino’s dorm.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> domino (@kokaine)-&nbsp; <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><br><br><br><hr> <hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br>fuck.<br><br>she had often brought up the convo that they needed to have. and she would of course know that domino would do the obvious which was distract her with sexy. but she sure as hell was not ready for this; not for domino to agree inadvertently. the brunette blushed biting her lip, then smirked with a little shrug. “i can’t help it, perks of having sex with you; i can recall everything about you.” her eyes once again swept the length of her body. gazing at her lewdly, before she cleared her throat.<br><br>okay it was her turn to changing the subject but she couldn’t help chuckle at what domino&nbsp; said. shaking her head the brunette smiled softly at the skater, giving her a piercing stare her brow raised. “about us, we should talk about us, D. can’t help but think you’re avoiding the convo.” she laid it out in the open bare.<br><br>the brunette sighed running her fingers through her dark locks before she reached for her starbucks taking a sip. leaning back she let an audible sigh, rolling her heads towards domino. “so now what? did we cross a line? are you still my best friend. do you want more then that?” it was shane’s turn to put herself out there. and here they most definitely were.<br></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>phaeleh</strong> on <strong>22-12-2020, 14:22:50</strong>
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				<hr> <hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>i’m going back to the <em>START</em></strong></span></span></div><hr> <hr><div class="floatright">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQiVLvpjcFyYp0PFtpoBeXqVMb03q5vDVJ3HQ&amp;usqp=CAU)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Annie Morgan<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Silver Student<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Pansexual<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Mischievous &amp; Intrigued<br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 08|28|2020 10:00 AM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Annie &amp; Andrea's Dorm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Andrea Bellows</span><br><br><br><hr> <hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br><br>Oh goodie. She was here at the 'gay place'...how very exciting. What was this all about then? Making sure everyone was straight? How utterly boring. She rather liked boobies and vaginas and if she wanted to play with them, then she would play with them! Silly rules and people. <br><br>Running her fingers along the hallway wallpaper, Annie cocked her head to the side as she swayed along the corridor to her new room. Oh she was beyond intrigued to find out who she would be sleeping next to. Did they couple up with boys or girls here? Because dicks were fun too. She hoped it wasn't <em>all</em> girls. <br><br><strong>ROOM 103</strong>. Aha. Here we go, she thought as she knocked her little rhythm 1,4, 2. No answer so she pushed it open and poked her pretty blonde head around the edge with a big smile. <strong><em>"Hellooooo??</em></strong> Nobody was in so she shrugged a little disappointedly and threw her bag onto the bed that clearly hadn't been used. Laying down on her back, she waited for her new friend to come in. Boy, girl, boy, girl....<br><br></span></span><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>22-12-2020, 17:06:24</strong>
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				<hr> <hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>i’m going back to the <em>START</em></strong></span></span></div><hr> <hr><div class="floatleft">(http://files.jcink.net/uploads/schizophrenia//19229EA6_A778_4382_8F42_EDE049CA009D.jpeg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> andrea bellows<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> post grad<br><strong>Age:</strong> 24 i think. <br><strong>Orientation:</strong> lesbian but pretending<br><strong>Mood:</strong> angry<br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 12|22|2020 10:00 AM<br><strong>Location:</strong> dorm room 103<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> annie morgan (@phaeleh)</span> - <strong><em>closed</em></strong><br><br><br><hr> <hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br><br>after everything was said an done andrea still opted to room in the lancelot dorms with the program kids simply because some of the students she had made friends with other the years being in the program. sure she was a postgrad and only had this semester left before she was finished and could set for the barr exam. again andy just liked routine and structure. even if that meant having a new dormmate. the previous person having finished the program opted to get far the fuck away from jamison clarke. here she was almost christmas. this was the home stretch for her, and life decided to throw her a curveball in regards to her ex.<br><br>not just any ex but Ace, the vice dean of jamison clarke. as much as andrea was sitting pretty sharing dorm rooms with the residents of the program she stopped keeping up with the comings and going’s of the staff unless it was a massive scandal. like that metrosexual counselor who loved himself so much he made them all at one point or another kiss themselves in mirrors. <br><br>going on what we know this far andy was pissed off after she peeled away from the mall and made her way back to campus with the intention of packing up all her shit and transferring. even if she was being unrealistic and she only had one exam left to go. she hasn’t been assigned a dormmate that semester and it was fine by her it was easier to leave when you weren’t attached to someone by friendship. after parking her car the blonde tore a path to her dorm room and slammed opened the door anger all over her face only to spot it not empty. <br><br>all anger ebbed away as she frowned at the other blonde on the empty bed across from andrea’s, “oh.” was all she said as she nodded and chuckled before she looked up at the ceiling apparently life thought it funny to give her a dormmate that was hot right after meeting her ex that was the vice dean and just when andy thought she was going to be done with this stupid school. <br><br>she said nothing else, throwing her purse onto the bed and just sitting down to face the new comer her brow raised in question, “a little late in the semester to be transferring in don’t you think?” alright andy was not a bitch that role was reserved for her ex. andy was friendly and kind but she had a massive chip on her shoulder and you couldn’t blame her. though she did silently acknowledge that, “what i said was kinda rude. i’m sorry, i’m andrea bellows. you can call me andy i guess. how are you?”<br><br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>23-12-2020, 00:34:20</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>that’s the <em>MORAL</em> of the <em>STORY</em> babe</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://images.complex.com/complex/image/upload/c_fill,dpr_auto,f_auto,q_90,w_1400/fl_lossy,pg_1/hkc0c2huhs2nw6yohixa.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: palatino linotype;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Domino Rocha<br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><strong>Status:</strong> 2nd year student | Forever Silver!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> T-shirt, purple bra &amp; boyshorts, mismatched socks pulled up, hair deep purple.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dom and Shane's dorm<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> December 14th | 9AM<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Sleepy + A lil pouty<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shane (@Mxyzptlk)-&nbsp; <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><hr><span style="font-family: palatino linotype;" class="bbc_font">It was odd, and not entirely pleasant, to feel heat flare throughout her body at Shane's deliberate look only to have it be doused by a wave of what could only be described as 'cold fear' when the true topic of their conversation to be was mentioned. Sighing softly, Domino fought off a shiver and instead seemed to grow even more interested in the lid of her drink. <br><br>"Of course you're still my best friend--the hell, Shane. When did I ever give you the idea it'd be that easy to get rid of me?" The purple haired skater huffed and shook her head. " Look... the way I see it..." Shit. Why was this so damn difficult?!<br><br>Domino cleared her throat and made herself stop fidgeting. Her gaze was on Shane, serious and more than a little worried at the moment, but the urge to look away was strong. She let out a soft string of Portuguese swearing under her breath.<br><br>"We definitely crossed a line, Shane, there's no disguising that. But I knew better. Im a big girl. Getting off a few times together... " She shrugged wishing her own words didn't make her damn throat ache, "it is what it is." Dom ran a hand through her hair, realizing she was avoiding the more direct portion of the question. She'd set her resolve not to be a coward about this any longer but... Well, what was the merit in talking about something that simply wasn't going to be? They were friends for a reason, and D cherished that even if she didn't always go all sap about it. She wasn't looking to change Shane, not even for herself.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>24-12-2020, 01:17:45</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>that’s the <em>MORAL</em> of the <em>STORY</em> babe</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://files.jcink.net/uploads/schizophrenia//C7323AA0_116A_411E_835A_9E8983D52A44.jpeg)</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> Happy <br><strong>Time &amp; Date:</strong> 12|14|2020 9 a.m<br><strong>Location</strong>: shane and domino’s dorm.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> domino (@kokaine)-&nbsp; <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><br><br><br><hr> <hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br>shane let out a sigh of relief when domino affirmed that they were in fact still best friends. it wasn’t easy being insecure especially for someone like shane. the brunette just oozed confidence but something about domino shook her to her core. maybe it was the fact that they were so much alike or maybe it was because they were best friends. whatever it was, that element that domino had rocked shane’s unshakable world. there she was actually having a serious conversation with her best friend that didn’t lead to debauching a co-ed or each other; and yet she was having a complete out of body experience almost as if she was witnessing the exchange between them from above. <br><br>it was mental and set shane’s heart racing hard. this was it, domino was going to throw in her two cents. but was she going to throw in the towel abs walk away calling a spade a spade; or was she going to shock the short haired brunette with truths she probably wasn’t ready for. the latter spilled from domino’s lips and shane suddenly felt utter disappointment. for once she wanted someone to love her and chose her before anything else. despite what had happened with lea they still hadn’t a serious talk either. <br><br>the dj’s face fell, licking her lips she frowned and chewed on her bottom lip as she looked down picking at imaginary lint on her blanket. domino’s choice of words made her question things further. so she stood up, setting her cup down on the desk and walked to the window. she needed to look away for this. this was a dangerous area to be in for shane. catching feelings wasn’t her thing and yet she has gone and caught them with her best friend and one of her oldest friends/mentor. “you knew better? i thought i did too....”<br><br>she trailed off took a deep breath and sighed shaking her head, still looking out the window. “so that’s it? a little colorful hot as fuck portuguese where you’re probably cursing at me, and that’s it? it was a mistake?” she bit her lip the emotions were a clear sign in the way she choked out that last question. “of course, good fir a shag. the jamison clarke welcome committee “shane oh my god harris.” she was self deprecating but who could blame her. with everything that had happened in her life. with the way she had been burned. she wanted to turn and plead with domino, beg her to show some love. but she frowned and blinked one stray tear escaping as she denied herself that embarrassment.<br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>phaeleh</strong> on <strong>27-12-2020, 16:52:47</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>your mind is in <em>DISTURBIA</em></strong></span></span></div><hr> <hr><div class="floatright">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQiVLvpjcFyYp0PFtpoBeXqVMb03q5vDVJ3HQ&amp;usqp=CAU)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Annie Morgan<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Silver Student<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Pansexual<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Mischievous &amp; Intrigued<br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 22nd Dec 2020 10:00 AM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Annie &amp; Andrea's Dorm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Andrea Bellows</span><br><br><br><hr> <hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br><br>As she lay there, examining her perfectly manicured nails for any slight imperfections, Annie's mind was a wonderland of what could potentially be explored here at this school. So many confused and naïve kiddies here, along with stubborn and fiery ones. Oooh, what an incredibly enticing melting pot. <br><br>Just then, the door burst open to reveal a rather livid looking <em>girl</em>. The temper didn't cause the slightest reaction in Annie. Instead, she was drinking in the impressive sight of her new roomie. Clearly, the arrival of Miss Morgan could have been better for the woman now throwing her purse on the bed but never mind, that was easily rectified. <br><br>Slowly, the intrigued blonde shifted so that she swung her legs around to land her feet upon the floor, arms casually leaning back to rest her palms on the bed. <strong>"Rude? Hm."</strong> Smiling rather unsettlingly at Andrea, the new student shrugged her shoulders and let her eyes lock fixedly upon her new toy. <strong>"Hello Andy. Andrea Bellows. I'm Annie Morgan and you can call me whatever the hell you'd like...I am a little later with starting here. You see, it wasn't meant to be, but daddy suddenly thought it was the best place."</strong><br><br>Standing up now, Annie licked her red lips and walked purposefully towards the girl she now shared a room with. <strong>"Who made you angry? Can I help?"</strong> she purred, still not dropping that eye contact. She wondered if this girl was one of the gay ones or not as she finally gave Andy space to breathe by heading towards the kettle. She had to remember that being too much too soon was not the way. She didn't want this one to run away. She was too pretty.<br><br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>05-01-2021, 01:46:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/a5/e5/2d/a5e52d4c978bbefb96310539a371277f.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: palatino linotype;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Bailey Herrera<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Status:</strong> 3rd year student | Bronze<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Sunday Chill clothes - Gray fleece zip up hoodie, red muscle tee over beater and sports bra, gray sweats, black Nike Shox, black beanie + watch, rings, &amp; nose ring<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the dorms<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> December 13th | After 2PM<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Chill<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tayo (@Sun Wukong)</span><hr><span style="font-family: palatino linotype;" class="bbc_font">Despite the uniqueness of the situation she'd put herself in, Bailey was actually quite amused. And pretty damn curious, but it was the amusement that had gotten her out of her room. It wasn't really like her to hit people up online and then race out to meet them but Tayo had managed to change her chill blah sort of mood into her actually chuckling at the screen so she figured, 'why not take a chance?' The guy was huge and hard to miss along with being fairly popular on campus--she wasn't totally oblivious--so she didn't think it was too big of a risk to take. If she came up missing at least everyone would know right away where to start looking. <br><br>Though she had enough brains to leave a note that her roommate would be able to find if such an unfortunate thing did happen.<br><br>Shaking her head at her own thoughts, Bailey grabbed her room key, phone and headphones (out of habit), ID, and debit card, and stepped out. She really was in the mood for a warm drink so this little walk would be perfect. She'd get to maybe see if there was anything more than just a handsome face and swagger behind the screen-name and she'd get a hot chocolate. It was win-win.<br><br>It took no time at all to head out of the dorm and out onto the sidewalk. She didn't know how punctual or not this dude would be so she only wandered a few feet away from the entrance, well within line of sight, and lifted her phone. First she checked her reflection, glad that she'd thought to put on a lil touch of make up, before passing the time by checking her messages and bobbing her head along with her music, no sign of nerves or anything present in her demeanor. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>05-01-2021, 14:08:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.frenchconnection.com/stormsites/fcuk/images/features/ss15/fcuk_fear/slider_desktop/slide_03b.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Tayo Omar<br><strong>Age:</strong> 21<br><strong>Status:</strong> 3rd year student | Gold<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As pictured (Minus the wrist wraps). White 'Have no Fear' tee, black sweats.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the dorms<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> December 13th | After 2PM<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Curious<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Bailey (@Kokaine)<hr><br>As he typically did Tayo took the whole walk at a marching pace, only slowing up to wave to those he recognized. He couldn't have explained why but Bailey felt different even just from their fairly short chat which had him very curious. In his experience women liked certain things about him and beyond that, if he opened up, they were much less interested. Hopefully she would continue to be a breath of fresh air. Tayo didn't like to make a bad first impression and so he made sure to be reasonably punctual, having left just carrying his key, phone and wallet he was soon just outside the dorms where he caught sight of her.<br><br>On the approach he gave a broad grin, nodding in her direction when she caught sight of him. He was used to being recognized for his career or his loud persona but he tried to keep his body language a little restrained as he approached. Even when calm he had a large presence in part due to his stature and in part due to his booming voice and nearly ever-present smile. <br><br>Even as someone who greeted just about everyone with a big, enthusiastic hug he didn't go in for one with Bai, instead stopping just a little away. His strict mother had made sure he held respect for women and that included being cautious of making them uncomfortable. Sometimes those lessons faltered in the face of some of his less than fortunate experiences but in person Bai still felt immediately different. She was gorgeous, definitely, but he didn't rake his eyes over her body like he normally might have. It just didn't feel right.<br><br>"Hey! Bai, right?" He double-checked, knowing it was her but still feeling like it was the wise thing to do.
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