We Have Rights Too. / North Court
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				Title: <strong>We Have Rights Too. / North Court</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>30-03-2016, 10:09:28</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size">NORTH COURT</span></strong></span></div><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>All classes being taught in the North Court</em><br></span></span><hr><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">Philosophy Politics Economics and Law</li><li type="disc">Leadership Studies</li><li type="disc">International Business</li><li type="disc">Interdisciplinary Studies</li><li type="disc">International Studies</li><li type="disc">Philosophy</li><li type="disc">Sociology</li><li type="disc">Rhetoric and Communication Studies</li></ul></td><td><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">Law Studies</li><li type="disc">English</li><li type="disc">History</li><li type="disc">Criminal Justice</li><li type="disc">Economics</li><li type="disc">Business Administration</li><li type="disc">Management</li><li type="disc">Marketing</li><li type="disc">Political Science</li></ul></td><td>(https://www.glaveandholmes.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/08/DSVH1863-e1502912543337-2000x1078.jpg)<br></td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><br><hr><br><br><br><strong>You may modify the code and the options in bold as you see fit.</strong><br><br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatright][img height=200 padding=15]PHOTO URL LINK GOES HERE[/img][/floatright]<br>[b]Name:[/b] <br>[b]Sortment:[/b] <br>[b]Mood:[/b] <br>[b]Date &amp; Time:[/b] <br>[b]Mentioning:[/b]<br>[b]Tag:[/b] <br>[b]Location:[/b] <br>[b]Other:[/b] <br>[hr]</code></pre><br>Photo floating on the left"<br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatright][img height=200 padding=15]PHOTO URL LINK GOES HERE[/img][/floatright]<br>[b]Name:[/b] <br>[b]Sortment:[/b] <br>[b]Mood:[/b] <br>[b]Date &amp; Time:[/b] <br>[b]Mentioning:[/b]<br>[b]Tag:[/b] <br>[b]Location:[/b] <br>[hr]</code></pre><br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><strong>THE NON-RP THREADS</strong><br>Activity + Recruiting (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246259.0) | Announcements + Events (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247302.0) | OCC (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246260.0) <br>The Master List (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247304.0) | Character Sheet 2020 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328009.0) | In-queer-y (WHRT Character Casting) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247002.0)<br>Paper Trail (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246514.0)&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><br><strong>RP THREADS</strong><br><br><strong>DIGITAL:</strong> Communications Tower - Cell, Social Media, Email (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246532.0)<br><br><strong>CAMPUS:</strong> Admissions Office (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247048.0) | JCU (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246261.0) | Uni Forum Quad (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247388.0) <br>Dining Center (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246262.0) | Guinevere Staff Apartments (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246577.0) | Lancelot Hall: Co-ed dorms (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246315.0)<br>Gottwaldʻs Classes + Hospital (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246312.0) | Raina Library and Cafe (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246501.0) | North Court (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246718.0)<br>Jerkins Greek Theater (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246620.0) | Center for the Arts (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246717.0)<br>Knight's Field, Stadium + Locker Rooms (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247392.msg12230512#msg12230512) | West Hampton Hall (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246314.0)<br><br><strong>EVERYTHING ELSE:</strong> Windows Into the Past (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247127.0) | Outside JCP (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246457.0) </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Have Rights Too. / North Court</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>10-04-2016, 12:46:04</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Don't Just Do Something, Stand There!</span></strong></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://1513f43de1df8b08e16c-d8d6213b156ba3a73e333057f5885fa8.r32.cf1.rackcdn.com/1280-w66xc38rkjg2p4rtkq8a713836113bc7mme6fbfm.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Rab / Rabbit / The White Rabbit (&lt;-- Only known aliases) <br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Outsider<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Capitalist (Drug Dealer, SHHHHHH!)<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Restrained<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> Fall Term | 12:45 PM<br><strong>Tag:</strong> [Open]<br><strong>Location:</strong> The smoking section, in the lawn area, outside of the building with all the classes.<br><strong>Other:</strong> <span class="bbc_u">Poses as a student. <strong>No one</strong> knows his real name/full name, or that Maddox is his cousin.<br>Nor does he know that Maddox is even enrolled at JU. </span> <br></span> <br><hr><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">They say that mornings were important, because they determined the kind of day you were going to have. <em>Lazy</em>, did not seem like it would make a day bad. Mornings didn't exist where Rabbit was concerned. It was a perk of owning your own business. He refused to wake before eleven-thirty at the earliest, and his clientele wasn't complaining either. <br><br>Today, he was waiting in the lawn area, on the north side of campus. It wasn't his favorite. Mostly because the future judges and lawyers of America spilled out of the building he was waiting in front of. He saw their potential. His perception worked in terms of brand of drug, instead of whether or not they'd narc on him. To Rabbit, they were the cocaine and heroine users. The ones who eventually needed something to numb the pain of their abysmal, privileged lives. The ones who would eventually resort to blackmail, once all of their funds dried out. Flight risks. He didn't want to have anything to do with that shit.<br><br>Why stay there, Rabbit? You may ask. For the love of the Sociology and Philosophy majors. Not to mention that he had many a friend taking Economics. He helped them do real time experiments for their pie charts. They would help him find ways to market and sell his products under the radar. It was a beautiful marriage of transpositional talents. <br><br>Coffee was the only branch of drug that Rab actually did partake of. Besides his personal, hand rolled cigarettes, it was his main achilles heel. He forgot to have some today. It left him feeling a tad on edge. Short in his temperament. And yawning like it was time to go back to bed again. He was meeting a regular contact. But always the opportunist, if someone knew the right words to string together, they'd leave with the things that'd make them the most happy, on this day.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Have Rights Too. / North Court</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StormAngelus</strong> on <strong>11-04-2016, 02:21:30</strong>
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				(http://oi66.tinypic.com/5lnxcn.jpg)<br><strong>Name: Snowden Frost<br>Sorting: Bronze Class<br>Orientation: Gay, possibly curious<br>Mood: Lusty and friendly<br>Location: North Court, with Rabbit<br>Time: Fall Term, 12:50 pm<br>Outfit: Black leather corset, well-worn blue jeans, soft suede flat boots, hair pinned up halfway with chopsticks, gothic makeup with black lipstick and nails. Silver earrings and a black leather spiked choker, no purse<br>Tag: Rabbit</strong><br><br>Snow was needing a refill, and decided to see if the hook-up was going to work out. Her friend had told her to "follow the white rabbit", making her laugh at the movie reference, but she went anyway. Sure enough, was this sexy-ass, skinny guy with short hair and a smile on his face. She was hoping this was her guy, and made it a point to walk in such a manner that he saw her first. She gave him a slow, sexy smile, hands in her back pockets, the slowly moved to him, pulling out a cigarette and, approaching him, put it to near her lips, standing before him with one arm across her stomach, and her right hand holding the smoke curled slightly with a fifty in her palm. "Got a light, handsome?" she asked huskily. She might not dig guys, but damn, if they looked like him, she just might have to walk on that fence line. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Have Rights Too. / North Court</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>14-04-2016, 05:12:28</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Don't Just Do Something, Stand There!</span></strong></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://1513f43de1df8b08e16c-d8d6213b156ba3a73e333057f5885fa8.r32.cf1.rackcdn.com/1280-w66xc38rkjg2p4rtkq8a713836113bc7mme6fbfm.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Rab / Rabbit / The White Rabbit (&lt;-- Only known aliases) <br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Outsider<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Capitalist (Drug Dealer, SHHHHHH!)<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Optimistic<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> Fall Term | 12:51 PM<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Snowden (Storm), [Open]<br><strong>Location:</strong> The smoking section, in the lawn area, outside of the building with all the classes.<br><strong>Other:</strong> <span class="bbc_u">Poses as a student. <strong>No one</strong> knows his real name/full name, or that Maddox is his cousin.<br>Nor does he know that Maddox is even enrolled at JU. </span> <br></span> <br><hr><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">The way a person carried themselves were tiny glimpses of a day in their lives. In Rabbit's line of work, it indicated what kind of customer he was getting. He noticed everything. The twitches. Voice tones. Facial expressions. You could even say he developed an intuitive take on the vibes a person sent out. He had been playing the watcher for so long, that he rarely had to wonder. Contrariwise, he also knew that assumptions were mere opinions. Opinions were not facts. Therefore, one should never judge a book by it's cover. At Jamison U, there were many a book that had yet to be read, so to speak. <br><br>As Rabbit continued on with his habitual pastime, a flash of red caught the corner of his cagey vision. He squared himself to match the girl's lineal pursuit. He perceived her approach in the way someone watches an unfamiliar movie. Invested to see what transpired.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>His eyes caught sight of her money, before her words registered. With every blink, his eyes shifted to see who was around them. Who was listening. Since there seemed to be no one minding their interaction, Rabbit's lip curled into a crooked smile. He reacted for a zippo in his back pocket with one hand. <strong>"That depends on what you're smoking."</strong> He said. His other hand, still holding his hand rolled cig. The index finger of the very hand pointed to her own cigarette. <strong>"Those things will kill ya."</strong> He lit her cigarette, obligingly, nonetheless. Taking care not to rush into a sale, before knowing his customer first. There was limitless opportunities when encountering wild cards, and Rabbit didn't like to cut corners.<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Have Rights Too. / North Court</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StormAngelus</strong> on <strong>14-04-2016, 05:26:10</strong>
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				(http://oi66.tinypic.com/5lnxcn.jpg)<br><strong>Name: Snowden Frost<br>Sorting: Bronze Class<br>Orientation: Gay, possibly curious<br>Mood: Lusty and friendly<br>Location: North Court, with Rabbit<br>Time: Fall Term, 12:50 pm<br>Outfit: Black leather corset, well-worn blue jeans, soft suede flat boots, hair pinned up halfway with chopsticks, gothic makeup with black lipstick and nails. Silver earrings and a black leather spiked choker, no purse<br>Tag: Rabbit</strong><br><br><br>Snow saw the wariness in him, the sharp eye. What also got her is she could tell he didn't sample his own products, which was a massive bonus for her. His eyes were clear, not glassy, and he had that clean smell to him that didn't reek of the cigarettes and other chemistry. Also, his clothes were clean, neat, well-kept, and his hygiene was good. Dealers that did their own stuff were a problem, and dangerous. She took a long drag on her own smoke and slowly blew it out, grinning as she did in response to his comment. His voice was even nice, mellifluous, even, practiced. He knew his trade, and he was likely trying to see if she was a narc or something - which she understood. The best dealers were the ones who were never caught. <br><br>She thought she might like to keep in touch with this one. The bad-boy thing was a turn on, and he had some gorgeous eyes. "Yeah, well, everything does these days. I figure I'll go where the <strong>grass</strong> is <strong>greener</strong> and take what doesn't kill me, eventually." She switched hands with the smoke, sliding her hand into her back pocket, realizing he was needing to feel her out first and being okay with that. "I'm Snow, by the way. And thanks for the light, um...." She gave the look like she was actually a bit embarrassed and relaxed her stance, trying to use her body language to send him the subtle messages. <em>No trouble here. No intention of it, either. I actually would like to be friendly with you, and maybe make a score.</em> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Have Rights Too. / North Court</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>14-04-2016, 09:10:58</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Don't Just Do Something, Stand There!</span></strong></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://1513f43de1df8b08e16c-d8d6213b156ba3a73e333057f5885fa8.r32.cf1.rackcdn.com/1280-w66xc38rkjg2p4rtkq8a713836113bc7mme6fbfm.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Rab / Rabbit / The White Rabbit (&lt;-- Only known aliases) <br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Outsider<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Capitalist (Drug Dealer, SHHHHHH!)<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Optimistic<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> Fall Term | 12:54 PM<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Snowden (Storm), [Open]<br><strong>Location:</strong> The smoking section, in the lawn area, outside of the building with all the classes.<br><strong>Other:</strong> <span class="bbc_u">Poses as a student. <strong>No one</strong> knows his real name/full name, or that Maddox is his cousin.<br>Nor does he know that Maddox is even enrolled at J.U. </span> <br></span> <br><hr><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Rabbit nodded in sincere agreement to the stranger's first statement. It was true. With all of the damned things wrong with this world, everything could be someone's silent killer. The air itself could probably put a good man down, given the synchronized stroke of misfortune. But it was the girl's next choice of words that got Rabbit's brow quirking in an expression of revelry. He took a slow, thoughtful draw from his rollie. The dark paper in complete contrast to his pale skin. His gaze moved ever so slightly from person to person, nearest them. Then to those trekking to classes across the way. <em>'Grass it is then.'</em> he thought to himself. <br><br>Taking note on how subtle the girl had been this far with her intentions, Rabbit reckoned a legitimate trade could happen. He gathered by the signs that she knew certain protocols when dealing with transactions of the recreational kind. He was always appreciative of potential customers who knew their shit. Now all he needed to do was calculate how best to word his next turn of phrase. You couldn't start spitting out strain grades and prices. Well, you could. But then you'd either be an amatuer, or tackled to the ground and arrested after the trade. <br><br>The muscles between Rab's brows unclenched where he wasn't even aware they had tightened. He guessed it was her gratitude that triggered the turnout. Brownie points for that. <strong>"Raaaaaahb! Rab-BAHT!"</strong> A few J.U. jocks shouted from the lawn. To Snow's introduction, Rabbit cynically stated, <strong>"And my friends call me Rabbit."</strong> He lifted his cigarette hand up in greeting to the brood. About them he said to Snow, <strong>"Some other guys call me that too."</strong> If only to alleviate misconceptions that those particular people were his buddies. <br><br>He played with the hair at his chin a bit. Then finally said, <strong>"Snow. That's a pretty cool name. Parents name you after anything uuuuhm."</strong> He lift his knuckle under his nose and did a soft snort of air. He was a curious fellow. He had to ask.<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Have Rights Too. / North Court</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StormAngelus</strong> on <strong>14-04-2016, 16:02:42</strong>
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				(http://oi66.tinypic.com/5lnxcn.jpg)<br><strong>Name: Snowden Frost<br>Sorting: Bronze Class<br>Orientation: Gay, possibly curious<br>Mood: Lusty and friendly<br>Location: North Court, with Rabbit<br>Time: Fall Term, 12:50 pm<br>Outfit: Black leather corset, well-worn blue jeans, soft suede flat boots, hair pinned up halfway with chopsticks, gothic makeup with black lipstick and nails. Silver earrings and a black leather spiked choker, no purse<br>Tag: Rabbit</strong><br><br>Snow couldn't help the snort of laughter that popped out at the jock's howling, and rolled her eyes and shook her head at it, taking another drag and grinning. "Charming. You think their dicks are big enough to hold their brains?" She snorted. "Oh, wait, that IS their brains...." The smile she gave Rabbit was genuine, not sexual or predatory, but genuinely friendly. There was a difference, it seemed - the face relaxed, her eyes were softer, and her lips even were more relaxed. "Rabbit? Nice. It fits you." She was charmed, actually. <br><br>When he questioned about her name, she couldn't help but laugh. "No, nothing so hilarious, unfortunately. My dad used to say that the reason I was named Snow is because when I was born, there was a blizzard that came through and knocked the power out, and mom gave birth to me in the car." She shrugged, taking a drag. "But I found out that it was my great-grandmother's name, so, yeah. No adventures on my name." She rolled her eyes a little again, chuckling. "Just the sort of <strong>Mid</strong>-ranged thing you'd expect from my family." Her eyes became a little more intent, sending the signal of what she wanted in her choice. "Seventy-five percent of the time, it's fine. The other <strong>quarter</strong> you'd think they were raised under power lines or some shit." She flicked her smoke, trying to see if he got the message. Then she suddenly felt bold. "You new here? I know I haven't seen you before, I'd have remembered those eyes." She smiled, letting him know she got it, but his secret was safe. "I may be mistaken... but I do hope to run into you more often." Her smile was friendly and open, and she was willing to take her time. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Have Rights Too. / North Court</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acidalia</strong> on <strong>16-04-2016, 03:57:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://media.new.mensxp.com/media/photogallery/2014/May/nataliavodianova13_1401450978.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Persephone Fowl<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Counselor<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Exhausted<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> Fall Term/ 1 pm<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Rabbit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lawn area<br><strong>Other:</strong> Is known by most of the students as they have been sent to her for orientation therapy. No one knows of her relationship with The Rabbit. Also has a thick Irish accent, hover over phrases/words if unsure what she is saying.<br><hr><br>Dead tired. That was the phrasing one might use when describing Seph's current state. Every single one of her patients, today, were dull as kindergarten scissors and just as useless. There were many times where Seph wondered why she'd taken up this particular position at Jamison. Basically, it had her stuck with a bunch of whiny, entitled assholes crying to her about how their families fucked them over, blah blah blah. Day in and day out it was the same sob story. She'd hold a sympathetic smile, nod, scribble "notes" down, and give them some bullshit Chicken Soup for the Tarnished Soul advice and then on to the next. Now, don't get her wrong. There were a <em>few</em> cases that piqued her interest. Shane Harris, for instance. She was a fun little puzzle. Cocky, and entertaining, the girl never held back during their sessions and Seph had to sit back and appreciate her raw, brutal honesty. It was in her sessions with Shane that she realized she could one Hell of a foothold in this school.<br><br>Back to the point... Seph had finally been released from her final appointment of the day and all she could dream of was a nice, long, hot bubble bath and maybe a bottle of Whiskey. But first, she needed to meet up with an associate. Not that she minded his company. In truth, it was the better part of her days. A real like-minded individual to have intellectual conversation with yet real enough to know how the world truly worked. Not this painted dream the founders of Jamison seemed to believe could be made but the real gritty disgusting twisted world that took every advantage it could to fuck you over. Sans lube.<br><br>Her ice blue eyes swept the lawns until she spied the toe-headed young man conversing with a woman in way too much black. Jesus, girl, try for some color. And <em>not</em> the crimson blood of infants. Tying the belt of her soft beige cardigan tightly around her waist, she sauntered her charcoal pencil skirt and retro-framed eyeglasses over towards the pair.<br><br><strong>"Excuse me,"</strong> she said, positioning herself&nbsp; between them. Having the other girl here was not ideal. She'd have to think of an excuse to pry him away from her so they could conduct some business. Filing through a manilla folder in her hand she kept her eyes down, purposefully not looking at either one. <strong>"Oi believe ye missed yer appointment, young man. Yer were supposed ter come by me office <acronym title="around">raun</acronym> noon."</strong> Closing the folder, she glanced at the girl and gave a dispassionate <strong>"'ello," before turning a stern look to Helios. <strong>"<acronym title="Now">Nigh</acronym>, that 'ad ter be a mistake. Thar's no way ye would miss a mandatory session wi' me... not whaen yer other <acronym title="options">opshuns</acronym> are so unsavory."</strong></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Have Rights Too. / North Court</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StormAngelus</strong> on <strong>16-04-2016, 09:52:14</strong>
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				(http://oi66.tinypic.com/5lnxcn.jpg)<br><strong>Name: Snowden Frost<br>Sorting: Bronze Class<br>Orientation: Gay, possibly curious<br>Mood: Lusty and friendly<br>Location: North Court, with Rabbit<br>Time: Fall Term, 12:50 pm<br>Outfit: Black leather corset, well-worn blue jeans, soft suede flat boots, hair pinned up halfway with chopsticks, gothic makeup with black lipstick and nails. Silver earrings and a black leather spiked choker, no purse<br>Tag: Rabbit</strong><br><br>Snow saw the woman walking up and muttered to Rabbit, "Inbound." Her eyes cut to the side as she saw the woman approach, but the woman became the bitch when she flicked the judgemental and disdainful glance at her. Her eyes hardened, and when the woman slid in between them and started throwing her Irish brogue around, Snow was done. The quint "'Ello!" had Snow's eyes going flinty, and even as the woman was scolding Rabbit, Snow knew a potential buyer from the behavior. What the hell was this bitch's problem? Nope. Done, done, done. Snow was done. She flicked the cigarette aside, her eyes locking on the bimboish blonde hair skinny bones, and Snow she could deck her right in the face and split that pretty head wide open. "BEGGING your PARDON." she snapped, glaring. "I'm almost done speaking with him, and then I'll happily be out of your way." Snow's hand went to the back pocket of her blue jeans, threading through the brass knuckles in there, and she waited for the smartass comments to come flying. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Have Rights Too. / North Court</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acidalia</strong> on <strong>16-04-2016, 18:44:01</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(http://media.new.mensxp.com/media/photogallery/2014/May/nataliavodianova13_1401450978.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Persephone Fowl<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Counselor<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Exhausted/Zero Patience. <br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> Fall Term/ 1 pm<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Rabbit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lawn area<br><strong>Other:</strong> Is known by most of the students as they have been sent to her for orientation therapy. No one knows of her relationship with The Rabbit. Also has a thick Irish accent, hover over phrases/words if unsure what she is saying.<br><hr><br>While Seph had hoped to whisk Rabbit away without incident, apparently his current company had other plans. Sigh. She had zero patience today, and the girl's contempt was practically beating against her back as they stood there. When she snapped at her, Seph turned and raked a glance over her, taking her in as a whole. The firm set of her jaw, her squinting glare of her eyes, her tense posture. If this girl could, she'd probably be breathing smoke out of her nose like a bull right now. She listened to what she had to say, allowed her to say her piece, and then turned her back to Helios, staring down at the girl and returning as much contempt as she was receiving. <br><br><strong>"Aye. Th' predictable lashin' out av a young lass with a deep-seeded inferiority complex. As if yer very showy an' boisterous appearance dunnae already scream <em>low self-esteem</em> an' <em>cry fer attention</em>, th' very tangible aggressive an' bull-like attitude towards a superior-- an' aye, Oi am superior as Oi'm staff at this school, not <em>jist</em> because Oi 'ave more class than a Lydia-Deets wannabe-- suggests a narcissistic, edgin' on borderline personality disorder."</strong> Though the words were far from friendly, Seph's face remained calm and neutral. Disinterested, even. <strong>"If Oi were ye, Oi would think b'fore speakin', miss.&nbsp; As an employ av this University, t'would be an egregious misstep fer ye ta meddle in official matters. Matters such as wot me an' this lad are currently spaekin' on. Gran'?"</strong><br><br>She didn't turn away, yet, though. Instead, she held her gaze on the girl, canting her head slightly to the left in waiting. To the students of Jamison, she might just be some blond, skinny, maybe even hot, school counselor with her soft cardigans, skirts, sensible heels, and librarian-like glasses. It was the very image she purposefully projected to the population as a whole: Timid, weak, unassuming. Just a woman helping the kids. If anyone knew what she had done, who she really was, the people she had once called family, she wouldn't be able to get away with the things she had currently in the works. After all... who would hire the ex-girlfriend of a renowned member of the Irish Republican Army? The things she'd done, the people she'd hurt-- her abusive ex included... that is the type of ticking time bomb most people would try to keep out of their businesses. <br><br>And here was this little girl trying to buck up to her like a deranged peacock-- though sadly not as colorful. She was on the defensive. Seph wasn't stupid after all. She'd read some files of some of the more volatile students. Had to, if she was going to council them. In fact, it would probably be so much more beneficial if the girl did hit her. Just another mark on her file, and she was 18.... the start of a criminal record? Seph was weighing the options on whether to show this girl that she wasn't just some fragile barbie doll or to just take whatever she threw at her and let the girl reap the repercussions. Choices... choices... choices. <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Have Rights Too. / North Court</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>26-04-2016, 05:23:44</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Don't Just Do Something, Stand There!</span></strong></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://1513f43de1df8b08e16c-d8d6213b156ba3a73e333057f5885fa8.r32.cf1.rackcdn.com/1280-w66xc38rkjg2p4rtkq8a713836113bc7mme6fbfm.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Rab / Rabbit / The White Rabbit (&lt;-- Only known aliases) <br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Outsider<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Capitalist (Drug Dealer, SHHHHHH!)<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Optimistic<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> Fall Term | 1:15 PM<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Persephone Fowl<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> NPCs in need of supplies for the <span class="bbc_u"><strong>Back To School Pahr-Tay</strong></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247388.msg12231324#msg12231324)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The smoking section, in the lawn area, outside of the building with all the classes.<br><strong>Other:</strong>[No God-modding that your character knows any of the following about Rabbit unless we've plotted it that way.]</span><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><ul class="bbc_list"><li type="disc">Drug Supplier/Dealer</li><li type="disc">Real name? Nope</li><li type="disc">Poses as a JCU student, no one but Persephone Fowl knows the truth</li><li type="disc">No one knows Maddox Avery is his cousin</li><li type="disc">Both cousins don't know the other is in Virginia</li></ul></span></td></tr></tbody></table><hr><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Rabbit's burner phone rang in the middle of the conversation with what's-her-name. While he reached to answer the call, an Irish accent switched his brain from insouciant, to "Boston George." <em>'Perfect timing.'</em> He hallowed internally. <em>'Always the right Alice to get things moving again.'</em> Too bad the greenie was still spouting words. Rabbit's brain drowned them out. Persephone's best stern expression was a nice distraction. He acted sheepish to her approach, but his eyes were smiling all too widely.<br><br><strong>"Sorry, Miss,"</strong> He said to Counselor-mode-Persephone. He wagged his ringing cellphone. <strong>"But, I really have to take this. Family emergency."</strong> He pointed to his phone this time, and scrunched his nose twice. A coded message that only Seph would catch. As it was a sign that 'business was in progress.' <strong>"Hello/Goodbye."</strong> He answered. Walking off, out of earshot. He hoped it allowed the two ladies to talk about whatever they talked about. Since the girl was new, and Rabbit had been there, practically forever, he'd assume Seph would want to ruffle her feathers a bit. Hazing never hurt anyone. Right?<br><br>He waited. There was only breathing at the other end of the line. The waiting made Rabbit shut his eyes and spin. Usually by this time, he would hang up. But, luckily. for them, he was feeling generous today. After all, it was the beginning of term. The new batch of freshmen would be wet behind the ears the first few times. He let out a noise of amusement, before instructing, <strong>"Begin at the beginning,"</strong> Rabbit waited. There was a discernable <em>"Uuuh-um."</em> If this person had that much trouble speaking, Rabbit could only imagine how painful the exchange would be, face to face. He tried to urge them along, <strong>"aaaaand go on till you come to the end. Then stop."</strong> Still no words. This made Rab's impatience spike. <br><br>Rabbit: <strong>"What's the fucking password?"</strong><br>Buyer: <em>"Uhhhhhhm ... I have nothing yet... so I can't take more?"</em><br>Rabbit: <strong>"Uncommon nonsense."</strong><br>Buyer: <em>"Uhhh-nnn...No wise fish would go anywhere without a porpoise?"</em><br>Rabbit: <strong>"I don't know the meaning of half those long words, and I don't believe you do either!"</strong><br>Buyer: <em>“That's the reason they're called lessons, because they lessen from day to day.” </em><br>Rabbit: <strong>“Look after the senses and the sounds will look after themselves.”</strong><br>Buyer: <em>"Th-th-thank you?"</em> Dial tone.<br><br><strong>"No one knows how to play anymore."</strong> Rabbit remarked out loud to himself. He pocketed his phone once again. Then strolled to Persephone. <strong>"Speaking of 'Grans,' mines wasn't feeling well. Burned her tongue on some tea."</strong> Rabbit knew she didn't mean 'Granny, Gran.' But who could tell? He cutoff whatever conversation the two were having. Facing Persephone directly, he articulated, <strong>"I'm ready for my punishment, Miss."</strong> He calmly and solemnly ended his schpiel with, <strong>"All the heterosexualness you can stuff down me."</strong> He waited, with eyes shut, like he was about to be evangelised by a pastor on a stage.<br></span>
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