We have Rights Too. / Dining Center
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				Title: <strong>We have Rights Too. / Dining Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>21-03-2016, 07:56:47</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / (ajtrue &amp;&amp; Mxyzptlk - Shane and Lea)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>27-03-2016, 00:39:49</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://static-secure.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Guardian/Pix/pictures/2014/7/25/1406315570831/7d5c1eda-29a3-420e-86f8-6da0f5703060-2060x1236.jpeg)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Shane Harris<br>&nbsp;<strong>Sortment:</strong> Bronze Student (3rd year)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tag:</strong> FÉLICITÉ MERCIER <br>&nbsp;<strong>Mood:</strong> Brooding<br>&nbsp;<strong>Clothes:</strong> White t-shirt, faded skinny <br>&nbsp;jeans with a few tears. Red hightop chucks. <br>&nbsp;No make up<br>&nbsp;<strong>Eating:</strong> An Italian Sub, lettuce, <br>&nbsp;tomatoes, and mayo with provolone cheese.<br>&nbsp;<br><hr></div><br><br>After having a get out of hand party in her dorm room she shared with Ebony the night before, Shane made her way down to the great dining hall and decided she needed a little peace and quiet to nurse her headache she was currently hating. Hangovers sucked. Her brow knit into a slight frown whenever a student was a bit too loud. Happy for a moment that she hadn't run into anyone who wanted to cling to her and talk. The brunette made her way towards the sub station and ordered up her sub, before grabbing a bag of Doritos and a fountain coke-cola. Handing her meal card over for verification and frowning as she was also asked for her student ID. With an exasperated grunt, Shane set her ID down and waited, tapping her foot whilst the woman proceeded to check all the details and slide her meal card through the reader. <strong>"Satisfied?"</strong> She asked the lady rather angrily then walked towards the nearest table that was empty and far away from other people. <br><br><br>Sighing, Shane unpacked her sub and opened her chips taking a sip from her drink. Just as she placed her elbows on the table and was about to bring half the sub to her mouth her eyes caught sight of a familiar person. Crystal blue eyes followed the blond, blinking in confusion. Setting down her sub, Shane rubbed her forehead and peered at the woman blinking as he jaw went slack. That couldn't be her! It was impossible. For once in her life things were looking up and Shane couldn't help but wonder if this was a product of drinking all night long. Perhaps she was seeing things. She was too far away to be sure. Leaving her meal on the table, Shane stood up almost in a dream state and gravitated towards the woman that looked so much like her mentor. <br><br><br>Who was currently scoping out the large menu on the wall, as Shane approached her steps sped up. Each one had Shane's heart beating faster in her chest. Finally, she realized that was indeed Lea Mercier. But before Shane could reach the other woman, a group of students crossed in front of her and for a second Shane lost sight of Lea she had seemed to move elsewhere. Scanning the crowd and spotting her. Shane didn't want to take any more changes and ran the remaining steps between them. <strong>"LEA?! Ms. Mercier!?"</strong> She shouted out, almost regretting her decision immediately her head pounding as she grabbed the side of her head and frowned. <br><br><br>Plastering on a wide smile she couldn't help but wrap her arms around Lea in greeting.<strong> "Oh my god, what the hell are you doing here? You've just made my year."</strong> She confessed her arms still wrapped around Lea gratefully as she breathed in her soft scent. Sighing out happily her eyes shut, Shane reluctantly let her go and held her shoulders to get a good look at her. <strong>"It's been too damn long. You're a sight for sore eyes. Tell me you've come to spring me free from this place." </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Great Dining Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ajtrue</strong> on <strong>27-03-2016, 02:37:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.bleedingcool.net/wp-content/uploads/2015/11/lea-seydoux-.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Félicité Mercier<br><strong>Age:</strong> 30<br><strong>Status:</strong> Professor of History JCPA<br><strong>Location:</strong> Great Hall Dinning Room <br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> September 27th | 11:23 AM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shane Harris</span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Félicité wandered the halls leading from her office toward the Dinning Hall. She hadn’t slept well the night before and her grading this morning was going abysmally. If she had to look at one more paper that compared Charlemagne’s conquests to the way Justine Bieber had conquered the music industry and practically forged a whole new way of life, she was going to scream. And maybe stomp her foot. <em>Some</em>thing drastic at any rate!<br><br>A little moue of disgust curled her normally serene features as she slipped through the archway leading into the Dinning Hall. Instantly the smell of food and drink washed over her. Dosed liberally with the smell of a dozen different colognes and perfumes all competing for attention. <br><br>Félicité felt a small, uncontrollable sneeze leave her and quickly reached up to over her mouth. <em>Mon dieu.</em> One would think the Dinning Hall was a Hollywood night club or something the way people got all dressed up before coming in. She heaved a small sigh and stepped out of the flow of student bodies coming and going, her eyes drifting to the menu on the illuminated board hanging over the food service areas.<br><br>Nothing looked in the least appealing and Félicité was seriously beginning to rethink her decision to come to such a crowded area filled with the objects of her current disgust.<br><br>Tea. Perhaps a cup of tea would sooth her nerves. Rapid fire French flowed through her mind as she gave herself a firm talking too. She needed to be more charitable. Obviously some of these students had had miserably poor education in their past. They needed her. Her job was a higher calling really.<br><br>She’d almost talked herself out of her pique when the hairnetted woman behind the counter passed her tea over the little glass barrier used to protect the food. Félicité took the ugly, white, utilitarian cup and saucer in a dainty grip and brought it to her face. Although it was presented in ugly packaging, the tea appeared to have been steeped to perfection.&nbsp; She still couldn't help wishing for the delicate china tea set settled back in her rooms. <br><br>The warm steam and familiar odor rising from the cup made her smile her thanks at the dower looking woman before turning to find herself a table. She lurched in surprise, muttering a choice phrase under her breath in French at the sound of her name being yelled across the room as she did so.<br><br>With a deep breath she carefully arranged her features into a pleasantly vague smile of inquiry and turned toward the direction from which the shout had come. It took her beleaguered brain a moment to cough up the fact that the voice had yelled “Léa." Not many, if any, at Jamison had cause to be close enough to her to use her nickname as yet. <br><br>Peering through the crowd, her eyes widened as she saw a familiar face that was unexpected but not unpleasantly so. A genuine smile curled her lips. One that was much warmer than anything she’d managed that morning as Shane approached.<br><br>As the girl enfolded her in her arms, Félicité carefully balanced her cup of tea out and away from their bodies to avoid any spills. The other arm she curled in around Shane in a tight embrace.<br><br>"Shane!" she greeted with surprise and pleasure.<br><br>Félicité gave two delicate air kisses on either side of the girl’s cheeks as she pulled back.<br><br>“What a surprise! I didn’t know you had come to Jamison.” A little flash of concern skated across her features at the sight of the girl. Félicité did not think JCPA would be a happy move for the young woman. The rules here were strict and Shane did not enjoy adhering to <em>any</em> sort of rules. <br><br>She pushed her concerns to the back of her mind, a small, tinkling laugh escaping her lips.<br><br>“Alas non. I am not here to 'spring you.' I am teaching history here now.”<br><br>Sliding one arm around the girl’s back, she pulled Shane to her side then started them both forward toward a table so she could set down her drink and catch up with the girl.<br><br>“But tell me, when did you transfer to Jamison? I did not realize you had left your former school.”</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / (ajtrue &amp;&amp; Mxyzptlk - Shane and Lea)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>27-03-2016, 03:05:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://static-secure.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Guardian/Pix/pictures/2014/7/25/1406315570831/7d5c1eda-29a3-420e-86f8-6da0f5703060-2060x1236.jpeg)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Shane Harris<br>&nbsp;<strong>Sortment:</strong> Bronze Student (3rd year)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tag:</strong> FÉLICITÉ MERCIER <br>&nbsp;<strong>Mood:</strong> happy and sad<br>&nbsp;<strong>Clothes:</strong> White t-shirt, faded skinny <br>&nbsp;jeans with a few tears. Red hightop chucks. <br>&nbsp;No make up<br>&nbsp;<strong>Eating:</strong> An Italian Sub, lettuce, <br>&nbsp;tomatoes, and mayo with provolone cheese.<br>&nbsp;<br><hr></div><br>It was like being at home when she hugged Lea and the woman, her mentor hugged her back. The soft delicate way she greeted her in her French custom made Shane's cheeks pink up. A grin playing at her lips a genuine happiness washed over her at the sight of the woman. There were countless times, Lea would let Shane crash on her couch and cared for her when Shane was in trouble. Regardless of Shane's sexual preference, Lea was still one of the best friends the brunette ever had. Oddly enough Shane normally avoided women with Lea's personality but in Shane's eyes, Lea was perfect a savior of sorts. <br><br>Shane pulled back allowing Lea to hold her cup properly and shook her head in response to Lea's statement about Shane attention J.C., <strong>"I was forced." </strong>She put on a sarcastic tight lip smile,<strong> "I just started my third year and I'm still a bronze student."</strong> She muttered, frowning in thought. Shaking her head and wishing her father would have let her run off to beauty school instead. Cutting and styling hair was a passion of Shanes along with skateboarding. Shane hated the rules in this place and would bend them all the time. Being a thorn in the staff members' side was a way to pass time for her. <br><br>Shane almost pouted when Lea revealed she wasn't here to kidnap her. But a soft smile graced her lips when Lea explained she was their newest history teacher. Comfortably sliding her arm around Lea's back as she walked with her towards a table almost bouncing on the balls of her feet in excitement. <strong>"At least, this year won't suck so bad."</strong> She noted out loud before she held up her finger to stop Lea's questions. Quickly running off to grab her tray she had left behind when she spotted Lea. Bringing it back to the table she set it down and answered her mentor's questions. <br><br><strong>"September 2014. Dad caught me in a compromising position with the neighbor's daughter."</strong> She snickered giving Lea a huge grin. Batting her lashes she leaned in and whispered, <strong>"I was thinking of you the entire time."</strong> A soft wink and a smirk, Shane pulled back as she took an enthusiastic bite of her sub then set it down as she chewed. Sipping her drink she licked her lips and continued to answer Lea's questions. <strong>"Dad didn't like that I wanted to continue with beauty school. I kept getting all these offers from various universities and colleges based on my S.A.T. scores. He finally got pissed off and refused to pay for beauty school until I completed my college degree here."</strong> She shrugged. Dusting off her hands as she recalled that day and argument. <strong>"I'm not turning straight. I refuse to reform for anyone."</strong> He stated, <strong>"but you should know that already. Being a staff member and all, I give them all a headache." </strong><br><br>Getting serious now, Shane frowned as she tilted her head to the side at her mentor, <strong>"you're not here to convert me, right? Because I adore you, Lea I really do but I can't just pretend it's ok. It's not ok. It doesn't feel right and you never cared about that stuff before." </strong>She felt wounded almost and frowned in a pout as she stared down at her sub. The girl had just turned 21 years old. A full-fledged adult yet she felt like a child as she pouted at the woman she looked up to. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Great Dining Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ajtrue</strong> on <strong>27-03-2016, 03:42:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.bleedingcool.net/wp-content/uploads/2015/11/lea-seydoux-.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Félicité Mercier<br><strong>Age:</strong> 30<br><strong>Status:</strong> Professor of History JCPA<br><strong>Location:</strong> Great Hall Dinning Room <br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> September 27th | 11:23 AM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shane Harris</span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Félicité fought back a wince. Forced. It was not a nice word. But not really a surprise either considering her current employer. Félicité found that a great many of the students here were intimately familiar with the “forced” scenario as pertained to Jamison. And a Bronze student. That didn’t bode well for the girl. Administration used the bronze designation for students they found particularly…unbending.<br><br>She stopped, her breath drawn in to speak when Shane gave her the hold on signal and rushed off. Félicité watched her for a moment as the girl made a beeline for a table some distance away. She settled her tea on the hard, shiny surface of the table before her and then settled herself into a chair while she watched Shane pick up a tray and start making her way back through the crowd to join her. Ah. Food.<br><br>Félicité smiled a greeting as the girl joined her again and then lifted her tea, gently blowing on it to cool the liquid as Shane began to relate the tale that lead to her current residence at Jamison. Félicité made all the appropriately sympathetic sounds as the story unfolded, genuinely feeling bad for both the girl and her parents.<br><br>While she did not believe it was fair of the senior Harris’ to force their beliefs on their daughter – despite the utter nonsense she agreed to in her contract to get the job -&nbsp; she could feel some sympathy toward them for coming up against a character as strong as Shane’s. She could well imagine the fireworks that had exploded in the Harris household when they’d found the girl if they sent her to a place like this.<br><br>Félicité cleared her throat and looked around surreptitiously, forcing her mind to skip over the flirting comment Shane had made for both their sakes. Leaning forward she patted Shane’s hand and spoke quietly.<br><br>“Non. You are right to be true to yourself. This place…” she let her words trail off with a Gaelic shrug that said nothing and everything. Giving her head a small negative shake, Félicité reached for her tea and brought the cup to her mouth in lieu of speaking her opinion of Jamison aloud. Not for the first time she wondered how she’d ended up at the school.<br><br>Swallowing she smiled encouragingly at the girl. “But tell me,” she said, her French accent coloring the words softly, “what have you been up to since I saw you last?” The words were lame. An attempt to bring the conversation back to more stable ground considering the extremely public place they were chatting in.<br><br>“We shall have to arrange to get together and you can tell me all about your experiences here at Jamison,” Félicité fairly chirped as one of the other professors passed by their table rather closely. Her eyes following the man’s back as he moved away, the professor leaned in and spoke much more quietly. <br><br>"Do you know where the teacher’s apartments are? Perhaps you can come around later tonight and we can really have a good chat.”</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / (ajtrue &amp;&amp; Mxyzptlk - Shane and Lea)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>27-03-2016, 05:00:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://static-secure.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Guardian/Pix/pictures/2014/7/25/1406315570831/7d5c1eda-29a3-420e-86f8-6da0f5703060-2060x1236.jpeg)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Shane Harris<br>&nbsp;<strong>Sortment:</strong> Bronze Student (3rd year)<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tag:</strong> FÉLICITÉ MERCIER <br>&nbsp;<strong>Mood:</strong> happy and sad<br>&nbsp;<strong>Clothes:</strong> White t-shirt, faded skinny <br>&nbsp;jeans with a few tears. Red hightop chucks. <br>&nbsp;No make up<br>&nbsp;<strong>Eating:</strong> An Italian Sub, lettuce, <br>&nbsp;tomatoes, and mayo with provolone cheese.<br>&nbsp;<br><hr></div><br>She missed her, she really did and she noticed it with the way her migraine seemed to be dissipating with every little word that slipped out of Lea's mouth. Lea just understood her completely, her hand on Shane's now made the brunette smile softly. Looking down at Lea's delicate hand as she quickly pulled it away. Asking her standard questions when another member of the staff walked by their table. Shane knew the drill, she knew it all too well she could easily pretend she was conforming even get a fake boyfriend if it helped to get her out of here. But she refused to conform to their ideas on who she should be sleeping with or like.&nbsp; They questioned everything even Shane sitting here with an old friend no sexual chemistry involved. She couldn't even touch a girl without being told off or getting some sort of workshop punishment in the process. <br><br>Shane shrugged and answered, <strong>"just studying, nothing spectacular,"</strong> giving Lea a standardized response. Generic. But it was her eyes that told a different story and Shane knew that Lea could read more behind her eyes. So she gazed at her made it a point to meet her eyes. Lea took the bait. There was so much she needed to tell her friend. She didn't know where to begin, to be honest. Shane nodded politely as the professor walked away. Leaning in now her brow quirked and a smirk on her lips. <strong>"I'd like that. Text me the apartment number and the time when you get a chance. I need to go, and nurse this hangover for a bit."</strong> Shane whispered back, then stood up making sure no staff members were around before she leaned in and kissed Lea's cheek. <strong>"Love you. Speak soon."</strong> With that Shane carried her tray over to the trash bin, setting it down but grabbing her sub, chips and drink in the process as she exited the dining hall and headed straight for her room. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Great Dining Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErisXfrost</strong> on <strong>27-03-2016, 12:24:34</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://rs884.pbsrc.com/albums/ac45/mikamed/936full-andrej-pejic.jpg~c200)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Ebony Rain<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Bronze Student<br><strong>Age:</strong> 18<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> gay<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Snow, [open]<br></div><br><hr><hr><br>Ebony was quite the busy ‘boy’, and though he hadn’t found much fun in the halls, that didn’t stop him from spending his time searching. He was hungry-- not for food, but for ‘entertainment’ that only another boy could provide. His stomach growl, and he shot it a look that said, basically, ‘don’t you start’. Okay, maybe he was a little hungry. Though he would normally go out to eat, and explore whatever was in this town, he had decided to go to the grand dining hall, instead. Maybe, he could find a nice ‘toy’ at the school, and sneak back off to his room. <br><br>As he entered into the hall, the scent of food wafting towards him would cause his stomach to growl once more. “Fine, i’ll feed you!” He said, perhaps a bit too loudly, before proceed to get a candy bar from a nearby machine-- great dinner! With his ‘meal’ in place, his eyes would once more scan around the room. Those crystaline hues spotted a full head of Red hair, natural, with hardly any split-ends-- he knew instantly what it was. He walked slowly, carefully, silently to the woman who seemed to be quite sad. When he got there, he would pull a cigarette to his lips, and whisper “got a light”. <br><br>He would the move around, and sit on a chair next to her. “Darling, you look down!" He would say, and would seem to scoot his chair closer to the redhead. “What’s the matter, baby-cakes?” His arm curled around her, and he would carefully pull her towards his small frame. “Come on-- tell Ebony what’s up.~” Though he wasn’t sure if he could help, he still didn’t like to see somebody upset-- especially not the ‘happy’ girl that he had met his first day here. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Great Dining Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ajtrue</strong> on <strong>27-03-2016, 18:50:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.bleedingcool.net/wp-content/uploads/2015/11/lea-seydoux-.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Félicité Mercier<br><strong>Age:</strong> 30<br><strong>Status:</strong> Professor of History JCPA<br><strong>Location:</strong> Great Hall Dinning Room <br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> September 27th | 11:23 AM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shane Harris from <strong><span class="bbc_u">HERE</span></strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246262.msg12187024#msg12187024)</span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"> Félicité felt the conversation move stiffly from there. Their words were stilted and careful. Both aware of the people flowing around them. No more than a few minutes later, Shane popped to her feet. Félicité looked up at her, expression pleasantly vague to any who happened to be watching them. <em>Nothing untoward going on here</em> it seemed to say. <em>Just a professor expressing an appropriate amount of professional interest in one of her students.</em><br><br>When Shane leaned in to buzz her cheek and whisper, Félicité’s eyes quickly darted around the room and her smile became visibly forced. Shane shouldn’t take such chances. At a place like this, their positions could be precarious. <em>Both</em> their positions. And she knew she really should at least <em>try</em> and make an effort to coax Shane into acting the part so she could escape the madness that was Jamison Clarke Preparatory Academy.<br><br>Wrapped up in her thoughts, the girl was gone before Félicité had a chance to say even a word. <br><br>Now left to her own devices, Félicité looked down at her considerably cooler tea in contemplation. She was almost certain that it stated in the code of conduct somewhere that students were not allowed to fraternize with professors in their personal apartments. She almost regretted making the offer but somehow couldn’t bring herself to want to take the words back.<br><br>The girl needed….<em>someone</em> to be on her side. With a sigh, Félicité lifted the cup of tepid tea to her lips and took a small sip. A grimace curled her features almost immediately. It was no longer drinkable.<br><br>With a little disparaging shake of her head, Félicité lifted the cup and pushed to her feet. Automatically her hands smoothed the back of her skirt as she stood. Then she proceeded to the trash receptacle where she dumped the now ruined tea. With a quiet <em>clink</em> she settled the ugly, utilitarian china cup and saucer on the little shelf above the trash for such purposes and then headed sedately out of the Dinning Hall.<br><br>It wasn’t until she made it all the way back to her office that she realized that she couldn’t text Shane her apartment number. She no longer had the girl’s number in the shiny new phone she’d activated when she’d moved to Richmond.<br><br>Oh dear.</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Great Dining Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ajtrue</strong> on <strong>29-03-2016, 05:57:34</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>Coming from:</strong> <strong>HERE</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246315.msg12193395#msg12193395)</span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">The dinning hall was mostly empty. Only a few tables here and there contained occupants.&nbsp; A couple of student sat by themselves. Mostly nursing some beverage or another as they hovered over text books. A few socialized. Of course some of the bodies belonged to downtrodden looking students who were likely having one last meal with the parent that had relegated them to this place. <br><br>She shook her head. These people had it all wrong. JCPA was like hitting the jackpot. Meh. They’d discover it for themselves soon enough. She flashed a smile at her roommate and moved off to the sandwich area. Smiling sweetly at the woman who was cleaning up from lunch rush behind the counter.<br><br>“Sweet Sara. How are you today? Did you get something figured out for that plantar faciitis?”<br><br>The woman returned Selene’s smile with one of her own, the dimples popping out in her well rounded cheeks and a pleased flush sweeping them. <br><br>“Oh you know me. Still gettin on gettin on. I got me some of those inserts. From the Po-diatrist? Said they should help. We’ll see.” The rotund woman gave a shrug and settled her broom off to one side. <br><br>“What can I get ya?” Sara leaned her hands on top of the glass partition that separated the food prep area from those waiting in line. Selene flashed her a conspiratorial smile. Then she placed her hands together in a pious clasp in front of her chest and looked pitiful.<br><br>“I don’t suppose you’d make me one of your world famous BLTs? No one can make them like you can. I swear you must've made a deal with the devil to make that bacon come out just right.”<br><br>Sara waved a hand at her and sputtered with pleased embarrassment.<br><br>“Go on now with you. Such flattery.” The woman glanced behind her at the stove that was obviously cleaned and shut down for the lunch hour then back at Selene. “Well I suppose I could…”<br><br>The woman glanced at her companion. “Will you be wanting one too then young sir”</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Great Dining Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>02-04-2016, 07:20:14</strong>
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				<br>(https://media.giphy.com/media/jzv5RLeGNHamc/giphy.gif)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Maddox Avery<br><strong>Sortment: </strong>Silver Student (2nd year)<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Horny and still confused<br><strong>Tag:</strong> ajtrue&nbsp; [closed]<br><hr><br><br>Maddox felt a jolt of electricity as Selene shook his hand (carrying over from the previous thread in the dorms.), he was impressed at her skill of talking and tying her hair up in a messy bun whilst able to shake his hand in the process. Still he said nothing, and continued onward towards the great hall dining area. Noticing the one girl who took a little too long to look away from Selene and how Selene made eye contact saying so many things with just her eyes. Expressions and body language, Maddox was an expert and reading it all. Thankfully his family wasn't around to fill in the blanks that resided around him. Maddox had many blanks drawn as he still kept his mouth shut and continued to follow his red-haired dorm mate towards the dining hall. Finally arriving he watched her flirt with the lunch lady and he was surprised at how well words just flowed from her mouth. The woman clearly had this flirting thing down to a science. It offered her many open doors including but not limited to BLT sandwiches when the grill was already closed after lunch.<br><br><br>To say Maddox was impressed was an understatement and at the moment he was standing there smiling because he couldn't believe how sweet his dorm mate was to the lunch lady who other's normally treated like dirt. Maddox grinned and nodded at the lunch lady, holding out two fingers. As he was actually starving. Actually saying a quick, <strong>"Thank you."</strong> Before he bit his lip and looked sideways at Selene. <br><br><br>Another male from the school scooted up besides them and bumped into Maddox on purpose getting a bit boisterous as he touched Maddox's shoulder and said,<em> "The second one is for me."</em> Giving the lunch lady a wink. Maddox frowned at the guy. Giving him the Avery sneer in the process at this the boy moved his hand off Maddox and shrunk back finding something else to eat. Maddox didn't keep his eyes off him till the kid disappeared from sight, finally he turned towards the lunch lady and gave her an apologetic look. <strong>"Sorry for that." </strong>he said softly then protectively said, <strong>"Kitchen is closed!"</strong> Louder so others would get the picture. His deep tenor vibrating slightly penetrated the voices that lingered in the dining hall. <br><br><br>This was another first for Maddox, publicly speaking and making his presence known. But for some reason he had this fierce protective urge towards Selene and Sara. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Great Dining Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ajtrue</strong> on <strong>10-04-2016, 19:42:22</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">’<em>Thank you,</em>’<br><br>Sel flashed a humorous smile at her new roommate. He was apparently a man of few words. She could totally get behind that. There were so many better uses for mouths anyway. Plus, just to say, it wouldn’t <em>not</em> suck to not have a roommate who felt the need to fill every second of silence with stupid chatter about crap Selene didn’t really care about. <br><br>She glanced past him as Robbie “Call me Roberto” turned his legendary – in his own mind – charm on Maddox and the lunch lady. Sara’s face started to take on a beleaguered look. But low and behold Maddox - the man of few words - actually easily dispatched Robbie. It made Sel’s opinion of Maddox rise a bit. She turned from her new roommate back to Sara to see the woman looking at Maddox with a soft expression on her face. Maddox had made a conquest. Sel suppressed a little chuckle. Who’d have thought he had it in him? <br><br>“Sara, you are a Gem! A diamond amongst the paste stones here at Jamison!” Sel finished and flashed a mischievous smile at the woman.<br><br>‘Oh gone on with you now,’ the woman said waving the two away and turning toward the grill. But Selene had seen the happy flush painting the woman’s cheeks and the please smile curling her lips. Sara was a genuinely nice lady. Most people never took the time to know her. Or realized that she worked over sixty hours a week to help support the son who’d come back from Iraq missing more than his legs. Jamison was just the first of three jobs Sara had. It was hot, sweaty, ungrateful work that paid lousy. And it was still the best of her lot.<br><br>Sel made a mental note to send Sara another of the anonymous envelopes that the older woman got on occasion. Sel’s life was more than comfortable. She could forgo a new pair of jeans or the lastest MP3s on her iphone and give Sara a little something on occasion. It had to be anonymous of course. Because Sara would never accept charity. But Sel could always tell the day after Sara got her card in the mail. There was an extra bounce to her step and a special light in the older woman’s eyes.<br><br>Sel turned from the lunch counter and moved to Maddox. Feeling a sense of comradery – not to mention a little devilry because she suspected it would make the guy uncomfortable – she slipped one arm around his shoulders and started moving. Her side brushed against his as they headed for the area where they could pick up drinks.<br><br>“So where you from Maddox?” Sel asked casually, her hip and side of her breast brushing against him with each step they took.</span> <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Great Dining Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>11-04-2016, 07:46:14</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>To Speak Or <em>Not</em> To Speak, That Is The Question.</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(https://media.giphy.com/media/jzv5RLeGNHamc/giphy.gif)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Maddox Avery<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Silver<br><strong>Age:</strong> 18<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Relaxing <br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 9/3 | 1st day of fall term for JCPA | 1:27pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dining Hall<br><strong>Coming From:</strong> Dorm 107<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Selene Hollis | NPC guy | Sara NPC cook - <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Maddox felt his anger subside, the guy was wicked loyal and it didn't take him long to like someone. Selene and Sara had won him over right away. Sure Selene was his dorm mate and had offered him a threesome when they first met a half hour ago. But that wasn't why Maddox felt this surge of protection towards her. All in all as blunt and honest as she was, Maddox could tell she was a good person. In his opion blunt and honest people were easier to comprehend then the ones that hid behind false modesty and words.<br><br>Sara's smile and Selene's words of praise caused Maddox to grin at the lady. He had to find to find a way of asking Selene privately about Sara. Get the details some how. At times people just provided him with Gossip without him asking or if he just offered up a few words to get them started. He wasn't sure if her story was private however he had a feeling his firey red head dorm mate knew the story behind Sara. <br><br>He gave her a warm smile and a wave in thanks as Selene turned towards Maddox and put her arm around his shoulder to guide him, the man didn't flinch. Stoic as always and as scary as he could be when protecting the ones he cared for; Selene had already gotten under his skin so the touchy feely wasn't going to phase him. He had that with Emma and some of his girl cousins. He allowed it with the ones he cared for or a pretty girl. As they headed towards the drinks fountain, Maddox felt Selene brush up against his side. <br><br>Her damn breasts were distracting him, the guy was trying hard to concentrate on his steps least he slip. Licking his lips he cleared his throat as he was asked a direct question, <strong>"San Jose, California."</strong> He gave her a sideways glance as they reached the soda machine and he grabbed two cups handing her one waiting for Selene to go first with the ice. <strong>"You?"</strong><br><br>A man of little words, hoping she understood that was his way of asking her where she was from. His eyes cast over the machines to see Sara cooking up their sandwiches before he looked at Selene. <strong>"Sara?"</strong> He wondered out loud hoping Selene would provide the information without he having to add more words to the conversation. <br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Dining Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ajtrue</strong> on <strong>30-04-2016, 00:55:39</strong>
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				<br><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>To Speak Or <em>Not</em> To Speak, That Is The Question.</strong></span></span></div><hr><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><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She let her arm drop as they reached the soda fountain, stopping as Maddox moved forward to grab their cups. She took the one he offered, twisting the rough textured, utilitarian plastic glass in her fingers and enjoying the sensation. At least the cup looked clean this time. She'd taken to examining the lip of the glasses before she used them after spotting some left over lipstick during her first month at JCPA.<br><br>“Cali. Sweet. San Diego is the shit." She flashed him a small smile and stepped up to the soda fountain. Selene paused, perusing her options like she hadn't been looking at them for the last two years before making a decision and answering his return question. <br><br>"Here and there. Mostly the East Coast though. The ‘rents are living in-" she stopped, her eyes glancing upward as she tried to calculate where they most likely had landed for the current season, "Philly right now I think?” She added a shrug to that as if she didn’t really care. And the truth of the matter was, she really didn’t. Her parents were inevitably staying in one of the four homes they maintained on the East Coast. Because the pretentiousness of her parent's couldn't be contained by only one show place home. No. They needed to spread the love around. <br><br>Deciding it was going to be half Tropicana Twist Orange Soda and half Dr. Pepper with her BLT today, Selene stepped up and started filling her cup. She monkeyed with the buttons, moving her glass back and forth between the nozzles for best mixture while she felt him move up beside her and start filling his own drink.<br><br>‘<em>Sara?</em>’ she heard him ask and glanced over her shoulder at the older woman working over the stove. Sel’s smile was genuine as she looked back at the soda dispenser.<br><br>“Sara’s from around here. Lives in one of those <em>really</em> run down houses in a sketchy part of town. But she has a heart of gold.” Her expression became momentarily serious as she looked at Maddox. “She deserves respect. Especially for working in a joint like JCPA.” The serious mien melted from her face like it had never been and Selene slid her hip sideways to bump into his playfully. "Besides, the woman is a Goddess with a spatula."<br><br>He was kind of cute in that boy next door kind of way Sel decided as she reached for a straw. Maddox had the kind of face you pictured when you had those fantasies about making out and getting dirty with the kid across the fence after he'd just gotten all hot and sweaty mowing the lawn or something. Her mind detoured to Maddox riding a little John Deer Lawn tracker and taking time out from weed whacking to "show her his tree house."<br><br>A bit of a humorous smirk curled up the corners of her lips and she concentrated on ripping one end off the wrapper of her straw while she choked back the bubble of laughter that wanted to trickle out of her mouth. Turning her back, she tossed the wrapper in the trash and slipped the straw into her drink. Taking a large gulp of the mixture, Sel sighed dramatically with pleasure. Her mirth (and imagination) back under control, she hooked her arm back around Maddox’s shoulder once again and guided he and the full pop he carried to a table near Sara’s work station. It was close enough to hear when the woman called to them to let them know the sandwiches were ready, but still next to a window and off to one side out of traffic. Sel folded herself into the chair.<br><br>Leaning forward as he booty approached the seat of the chair, Sel rested her weight on her elbows and tucked one leg up and underneath her then settled back and pulled her drink close enough to run her fingers through the condensation on the outside of the glass making swirling patterns in the accumulating water.<br><br>“This is your first term at JCPA right? I don’t remember seeing you on campus before?” she asked nodding her head and sending a wave over the back of his shoulder at a passing friend.</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Great Dining Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>30-04-2016, 02:21:21</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>To Speak Or <em>Not</em> To Speak, That Is The Question.</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://media0.giphy.com/media/Pka2Wos9ekfrq/giphy.gif)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Maddox Avery<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Silver<br><strong>Age:</strong> 18<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Relaxing <br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 9/3 | 1st day of fall term for JCPA | 1:27pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dining Hall<br><strong>Coming From:</strong> Dorm 107<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Selene Hollis | NPC guy | Sara NPC cook - <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>Maddox had to agree San Diego was "the shit." Nodding and grinning because of her smile at him, <strong>"heh, ya it's cool there." </strong>His voice sounded foreign the most he'd spent talking to anyone was with this girl who he had found himself opening up to for some reason. Maybe it was the fact that they were very close to getting hot and heavy in their dorm room. Maddox had no clue but he was happy he got on with his dorm mate at least. <br><br>Maddox raised his brow when she clued him in on where she was from. Not a complete straight answer really. But he wasn't going to press not that he could formulate the words not to sound blunt in the process. He really did suck at words. He'd much prefer to listen and Selene was comfortable with his silence and knew what to do or say at the right moments without him saying much more. It caused him to grin, then he frowned at little. Her parents seemed like they didn't give a shit about her. <br><br>He had this want to protect her for some odd reason. Maybe cause he was half way to seeing her naked maybe it's cause she was just awesome. But the truth was, he didn't give a shit she was now his to protect in any capacity and cover for. Including girls or guys that tried to get in her face about anything or she was trying to score with. He honestly didn't care at the moment the fiery little redhead was too amazing and fun to not be around and be friends with. At least that right?<br><br>Maddox licked his lips wanting to ask about her parents but the word Sara came out his mouth instead. As he cocked his brow watching Selene fill up her drink with a combo of Dr. P and Orange Tropicana stuff. Maddox called it stuff because it was well..... stuff. He'd rather have Sunkist but today he opted for a coke as he filled his glass up. His eyes shifted over to the wonderful sweet woman at the girl making their BLTs. He should have asked for cheese he liked cheddar on his. But he opted for asking for a slice after they were done instead of stopping her hard work. <br><br>Selene explained about Sara and Maddox nodded biting his lip and frowning. Again he wanted to protect someone he hardly knew. He wondered if it was something in the air in Virgina that was making him have these weird feelings towards both women.<strong> "Can't wait to try the food."</strong><br><br>Was all he said in response, Selene knowing no boundaries as she put her arm around Maddox guiding him towards a table near Sara. Perhaps the lack of boundaries was to do with her wanting a threesome only half hour or so prior. He could live with that, he'd never been so close to a girl only Emma but she was his best friend this was different. Way different. <br><br>Maddox looked at his dorm mate with a funny look on his face as she apparently had a joke going on in her own head. Wondering what was so funny and not realizing that he was cracking up listening to her and grinning in the process. <br><br>Sitting down opposite to her as he looked up at Sara and back at Selene raising his brow, <strong>"Did I say something funny?"</strong> He wondered of course than answering her question with a nod. <br><br><strong>"Yes."</strong> <br><br>He frowned there was a whopper of a story but one he didn't care so much about cause his best friend was here somewhere and he had yet to run into her. It hadn't occurred to him to say out loud that he wasn't gay to his dorm mate. But tilting his head the guy got a funny feeling maybe she was laughing about the fact that she did try to have him join her with Barbara? What was her name again? <br><br><strong>"Brittani." </strong><br><br>He said it out loud and blushed as he bit his lip and sipped from his drink to cover that up. <strong>"Um.."</strong> rubbing his hands on his jeans as Sara called them over. He put out his hand in a gesture to stop Selene from getting up and went to fetch their sandwiches on a tray. Thanking Sara with a grin and a wink and pointing to cheese. The woman gave him a warm smile and opened up his sandwiches pilling on the cheddar. Maddox grinned and dropped a 20 dollar bill in her tip jar. The woman blushed deeply and beamed at him utterly amazed and speechless at the young man Selene was with today. Turning around he went back to the table and set the tray down. <br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Dining Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ajtrue</strong> on <strong>30-04-2016, 03:16:15</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>To Speak Or <em>Not</em> To Speak, That Is The Question.</strong></span></span></div><hr><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> Dinning Center<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><hr><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Hmmmm. Her brow pulled together as she tried to remember seeing Maddox on campus the previous year. She was usually pretty good at faces but for the life of her, he seemed like an entirely new student to her. Maybe he just didn’t run in the same kind of crowd as she did? But even so, you’d think she would have seen him in a class or something. The library maybe? A snort left her. Yeah. The library. Like she spent any time in there that wasn’t with the intent of getting frisky in the stacks. Getting frisky in the stacks rocked, but you didn’t exactly spend a lot of time taking in the scenery.<br><br>Maddox suddenly said Brittani and Sel looked at him, choking back a laugh. Speaking of getting frisky... Yeah. That wasn’t the most auspicious meeting she’d ever had. with a new roommate. Maddox had caught the whole "Brittani show. She really should have paid better attention to the girl’s name rather than her fabulous tits. But she couldn’t help it. She had a thing for tits.<br><br>The flush crept up his cheeks and stained the skin a violent shade of red. Selene could tell he was feeling really embarrassed about everything he’d witnessed and she couldn’t help but tease him about it a bit. She had a pretty decent sense of humor and didn’t mind making herself the butt of her own jokes now and again. She opened her mouth to make a crack about the Brittani show but Sara called out to them.<br><br>Sel glanced over her shoulder and smiled an acknowledgement. But when she turned back, she let him gesture her back into her chair rather than pushing to her feet to retrieve her food. Maddox walked up to grab their grub instead. She let him pay for it too, thinking it would be handy to have a gentleman for a roommate for a change. Lamar, her roomie last year was a hoot. But he was also a drama queen with diva issues and could be a total pain in her ass. They’d had a show down or two and he wouldn’t have <em>dreamed</em> of picking up Sel’s food. Then again, Lamar’d known exactly who her parents were and that she was loaded.<br><br>Maddox set the tray down on the table between them and the delicious scent of BLT wafted up to her. "Mmmmm" Sel hummed happily. Her mouth started to water so she leaned forward, grabbing her mixed soda. The end of the straw disappeared between her lips and she spoke around it, her eyes flashing up to his face as he started to take a seat.<br><br>“You sure you’re gay? Maybe I should give you a blowie. Just to check. Maybe you’re not as gay as you think you are," she finished, her expression innocently curious and earnest as her lips closed around the straw and she took a pull of her soda, watching his face.</span> <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Great Dining Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>30-04-2016, 05:39:47</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>To Speak Or <em>Not</em> To Speak, That Is The Question.</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://media0.giphy.com/media/Pka2Wos9ekfrq/giphy.gif)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Maddox Avery<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Silver<br><strong>Age:</strong> 18<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Relaxing <br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 9/3 | 1st day of fall term for JCPA | 1:27pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dining Hall<br><strong>Coming From:</strong> Dorm 107<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Selene Hollis | NPC guy | Sara NPC cook - <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>Maybe it was the way he sucked at talking that made things odd for them. Maybe that's why she never commented on his "yes" about it being his first year at JCPU. But the subject was changed with the promise of Sara's BLT's. Selene had talked her up so much and they smelled like heaven. Maddox hadn't realized how hungry he was as he grabbed one of his sandwiches and dug in, biting and chewing about to swallow when he glanced at Selene and she made that comment. Her lips poised over the straw as well which caused Maddox to react in less then 0.2 seconds. Choking on the bite of food he had just started to swallow. <br><br>Covering his mouth and turning his head to the side Maddox Avery was beet red for many reasons. One he was choking and coughing. Two Selene had no clue what a statement like that was doing to the guy. Three he was not gay and four he was a virgin. His eyes wide as he tried to not cough up a lung in the process. Poor Sara she would probably think he didn't enjoy her expert cooking skills. <br><br>His eyes burning and watery as he used his napkin to wipe his mouth then finally sat up and looked at her through watery eyes blinking in thought. <strong>"I'm not gay."</strong> He shifted in his seat now turning red once more and licked his lips as he watched her sucking on that straw his jaw slack, <strong>"I've never had a blow job."</strong> The confession was bold and made his heart race as he tried in vain to look as serious as possible without sounding like a complete and utter virgin. <br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Dining Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>21-12-2020, 22:17:07</strong>
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				<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">-Time jump, to December 2020<br>AU no C19-</span></strong></em></span><br><br>(https://i.gifer.com/U4D.gif)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Dining Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>22-12-2020, 03:08:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://marco-torres.com/files/gimgs/64_img0933-copy.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Storm Nightsong<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Gold Student<br><strong>Identifies as:</strong> Non-Binary | They/Them<br><strong>Preference:</strong> Demisexual<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Hangry<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> 12.21.20 | Dinner time!<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Anyone &amp; everyone<br><strong>Tag:</strong> @ Quinn Fabray (Mxyptlk) | Open<br><strong>Location:</strong> Browsing the wall menu <br><hr><br>&nbsp; On late nights, only parts of the dining center stayed open. The ungodly fluorescent lights indicated which parts they were. Storm's favorite counter, and their favorite person was there tonight. Perfect, because they were in the mood for a bowl of chicken soup, and a half a sandwich. One of the best meals a border could have, on a chilly winter's night. They took off their gloves, and tucked the pair away in their backpack. Sequentially, pulling out a small, flat box. The gold wrapping, and iridescent snowflake print glinted in the light. A hunter green bow secured the package at a crisscross in the middle. "Miss Evie - I got you a little something." They handed the jolly woman behind the counter the gift box. "<em>Oh my dear, sweet, angel. You shouldn't have</em>!" Storm's face stretched into a wide smile. "We probably won't see you for the holiday, so I thought I'd give that to you now. You always take the best care of us, here. And I just wanted to say 'thank you.'" <br><br>&nbsp; The woman walked around and gave Storm a sturdy hug. "Thank you, Stormie. And I have something for you as well." Evie, shuffled to the back, leaving the swinging door swaying ferociously in her wake. She emerged with a similar sized box as Storm's, only, Miss Evie's gift box was bigger in depth. "<em>Enjoy these, with people you love most.</em>" Miss Evie said, handing Storm the pretty box. The cardboard parts had a rainbow of polka dots all over. The top half was see through plastic, and in the middle was a sticky red gift ribbon. "Oooh-ho-ho! Just what I wanted. Thank you." Hot chocolate bombs, just like the ones they had promised Quinn they'd have! Storm gave Miss Evie a softer hug, and then situated things so that their bag was closed up, and they still had a free hand to carry dinner. The woman hurried back around the counter and got to work. "You're most welcomed my dear." Her muffled voice said, as she layered Storm's pastrami sandwich, with alfalfa sprouts, and her own stash of mustard seeds. <br><br>&nbsp; "They don't have you working on Christmas, do they, Miss E?" Storm asked, as Evie laddled soup into a biodegradable bowl. "<em>Only for a half day</em>." She admitted. Storm frowned. "Even though there won't be any students around? That's not cool." Miss Evie chuckled. "<em>Don't you worry, Miss E, as you call me is getting holiday pay, and a bonus to boot.</em>" "I'm glad." Storm replied, as they grabbed a tray. The gift fit into one corner, the soup in the middle, and the half sandwich on the other end. "Perfect." Storm said. To which Evie replied, "<em>If that pretty blonde friend of yours comes in, I'll save the other half of this sandwich just for her. Then you can come back for hot milk for those treats, if you like</em>?" Smiles all around were had. "You're the best Miss E." Storm found a table nearby, and sat, facing the door they assumed their best person would walk through. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Dining Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>22-12-2020, 04:14:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/iOQuSnK.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rachel Berry (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328009.msg15691767#msg15691767)<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Outsider<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Lost and Confused<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> 12.21.20 | Dinner time<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> anyone and everyone<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Storm Nightsong, Quinn Fabray<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dining Center: counter<br><hr><br>Rachel entered the Dining Center biting her lower lip nervously.&nbsp; She was second guessing just showing up at Quinn's dorm, which she wasn't sure where it was exactly yet.&nbsp; Just this weekend she had finally learned that her best friend wasn't at Yale and instead had been shipped off to Jamison College by her parents.&nbsp; Quinn's very religious father somehow still had some control over Quinn and was preventing the blonde from going to Yale, despite Quinn having been accepted to Yale.&nbsp; Rachel had even seen the acceptance letter when she was showing off her own acceptance letter to NYADA.&nbsp; <br><br>School was officially out and she had been supposed to be returning home for the holidays, but once she learned of what happened to Quinn, she had to find the blonde and see if there was anything she could do to help her out.&nbsp; Fortunately her fathers had understood and agreed with her plans, they had heard of Jamison's reputation.&nbsp; Rachel had spent most of the day packing away her stuff for the holiday season and packed a small travel bag with a couple of changes of clothes and necessities.&nbsp; She had decided not to contact Quinn beforehand, knowing her friend would say that everything was fine and there was no need for Rachel to worry.&nbsp; So the tiny brunette had made the last minute decision to just show up.&nbsp; Of course that lead to the problem that she didn't know what dorm Quinn was in which lead to her showing up at the Dining Center, hoping to run across Quinn here getting dinner.&nbsp; If that didn't work, Rachel was going to have to bite the bullet and call Quinn. <br><br>Looking around, she didn't see Quinn and frowning she hoped that non-students could get a meal as she walked up to the counter and started looking for the Vegan offerings.&nbsp; She had a small lunch, but that was several hours ago, she could really use a meal.&nbsp; A jolly woman approached her and Rachel smiled at her brightly as she noticed the woman's name on her name tag.&nbsp; "Hello Miss Evie, could I have a Veggie Burger and a side salad with sweetened tea?"&nbsp; When Miss Evie looked curiously at the rolling pink suitcase with a big gold star stuck on it, Rachel quickly explained herself, "I am meeting a friend here.&nbsp; Of course I didn't tell her exactly what time I was going to arrive, since I haven't made this trip before and I wasn't sure how easy it would be to make all my bus connections." &nbsp;Rachel disliked lying and she had very carefully not said a lie to Miss Evie, hopefully the woman wouldn't question her more. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Dining Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>22-12-2020, 04:33:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://marco-torres.com/files/gimgs/64_img0933-copy.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Storm Nightsong<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Gold Student<br><strong>Identifies as:</strong> Non-Binary | They/Them<br><strong>Preference:</strong> Demisexual<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Ready to consume<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> 12.21.20 | Dinner time!<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Anyone &amp; everyone<br><strong>Tag:</strong> @ Quinn Fabray (Mxyptlk) | Open<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sitting at a round table, nearby <br><hr><br>&nbsp; Storm had just dunked their sandwich into the piping hot soup that Miss E had given them. Jaw unhinged, and ready to bite down, when in walked a person whom Storm had never seen before. They froze, for a blink, and then sunk their teeth into the spongy, goodness. Their ears were listening intently, while their eyes tried not to seem too curious. Since age thirteen, the Alberta transplant attended Jamison Clarke, from middle school, all the way up until now - the college years. They remembered all of the faces that graduated up with them. Even the new students at the beginning of term - their faces were fresh in Storm's mind. But not this person. On occasion, visiting family would come and eat in the dining center with their attendee, but this person was alone.<br><br>&nbsp; The rolling luggage was something Storm also took interest in. Most college kids were about duffle bags. And this late in the year, the Uni wasn't taking on new students. After chewing their first bite, thoroughly, Storm cleared their throat and asked, since they weren't that far away, "Did the school recruit chaperones, for the winter ski trip? Is that... something that sounds familiar to you... Miss?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Dining Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>22-12-2020, 04:50:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e2/dd/60/e2dd608077602e5e9d0a51099281ad61.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Leila Kurjak<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Bronze Student<br><strong>Identifies as:</strong> She/Her<br><strong>Preference:</strong> Lesbian<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Famished<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> 12.21.20 | Dinner time!<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open, Looking at Storm upon her arrival<br><strong>Location:</strong> Deciding what to eat tonight<br><hr><br>Finally!&nbsp; The mid-term exams were over and still, Leila could not decide on what direction to studies that she could pursue.&nbsp; For now, she went in the general direction trying to get her core courses out of the way as fast as she could but for now, she did not want to worry about a direction of her future.&nbsp; The only future that she thought of was food... and fast.&nbsp; Sometimes, the Dining Hall had some very good food to eat as she was craving some Clam Chowder soup and some Fish and Chips.&nbsp; Sometimes, the Dining Hall would serve it on special occasions as she hoped that tonight was the night.<br><br>Upon entering the hall, she noticed an older looking man than she was looking at the menu.&nbsp; Maybe he was stoned or had a really good buzz?&nbsp; Those were the first impressions that she had when she noticed the man with the goatee and the somewhat long brown hair.&nbsp; She did not see the man as any kind of threat so she moved closer to the wall menu and let out a soft sigh.&nbsp; "Blimey, no Fish and Chips ta'night?&nbsp; Ah feck.&nbsp; There went tha cravings I had."&nbsp; She admitted in her disappointment.&nbsp; Still looking at the menu, she still noticed the goateed man but by the time she could ask him anything, he already sat down at the round table nearby.<br><br>"Blimey..."&nbsp; She looked over at the table without really looking at anyone for a quick second before going back to staring at the menu.&nbsp; Just after that, she turned her head back around&nbsp; "Sorry, can I ask if any of ya mates if ya see anything ya can think of on the menu that looks grand to ya?&nbsp; My fish and chips are not here tonight and my cravings suddenly blew away."&nbsp; She asked to everyone at the table, feeling a little depressed at the situation at hand.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Dining Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>22-12-2020, 05:18:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/iOQuSnK.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rachel Berry (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328009.msg15691767#msg15691767)<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Outsider<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Lost and Confused<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> 12.21.20 | Dinner time<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> anyone and everyone<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Storm Nightsong, Quinn Fabray, Leila Kurjak<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dining Center: counter<br><hr>As Miss Evie prepared Rachel's order, the tiny brunette paid with a quick swipe of her debit card. Taking the tray from the jolly woman, Rachel smiled brightly, "Thank you very much.&nbsp; I am sure I am going to enjoy my meal."&nbsp; She turned around to figure out a table to sit at which would give her a view of all entrances when a tanned young man man addressed.&nbsp; "What?&nbsp; oh, I am Rachel Berry.&nbsp; Nice to meet you.&nbsp; And no, I am not here for a ski trip, but that sounds like a fun activity." &nbsp;She smiled brightly as she drifted over toward the man for easier conversation, "I have never gone skiing, but it is on my list of activities to try once I graduate from NYADA." <br><br>As the young woman drifted over and asked about what was good, since there was no fish and chips on the menu today, Rachel responded, "I am unable to help you unfortunately,&nbsp; this is the first time I am eating in this establishment.&nbsp; Although the veggie burger is smelling good." She offered as she balanced the tray of food on one arm while pulling her travel case behind her.&nbsp; <br><br>She was standing between the two students, feeling a little awkward as she definitely didn't belong here, but putting a brave front forward of complete confidence of being where she was supposed to be.&nbsp; A quick glance at the two made her think they were probably students here and she wondered if they knew Quinn.&nbsp; Although that was a long shot, this was a big campuses and it would be easy for them to have never encountered her hopefully still best friend. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Dining Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>22-12-2020, 05:54:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e2/dd/60/e2dd608077602e5e9d0a51099281ad61.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Leila Kurjak<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Bronze Student<br><strong>Identifies as:</strong> She/Her<br><strong>Preference:</strong> Lesbian<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Famished<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> 12.21.20 | Dinner time!<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open, Hearing Rachel's suggestion<br><strong>Location:</strong> Deciding what to eat tonight<br><hr><br>A Veggie burger?&nbsp; Who in their right mind would eat a veggie burger?&nbsp; Those were the thoughts that entered Leila's half Irish mind as she looked back at the young woman that made the suggestion.&nbsp; "Are ye daft, lass?&nbsp; Who in their right mind would eat an entire burger filled up with nothing but green stuff?"&nbsp; She asked before thinking about things for a bit.&nbsp; "Sorry.&nbsp; Ah wasn't thinking.&nbsp; I am still remembering the Yankee terms of burgers.&nbsp; It has been a long time since I heard of these... how do ya call it... vegan things?"&nbsp; She asked as she let out a small blush while letting out a small smile.&nbsp; "Ya did one good thing, lass... ya did make a deadly suggestion!"&nbsp; She admitted as she turned back towards Evie.<br><br>"Barkeep?&nbsp; Ah would like a double Cheeseburger.... the real deal with just lettuce and the condiments on the side... and an extra helping of ch... err, French Fries."&nbsp; She ordered as Evie made out a soft nod.&nbsp; The order was going to take a while to make as she softly made her way over towards the table where Storm and Rachel were sitting at.&nbsp; "Howya lass!&nbsp; Sorry for being so crickey at ya earlier.&nbsp; I'm Leila Kurjak.&nbsp; Nice to meet ya.&nbsp; I haven't had any eyes on ya before.&nbsp; What's yer name, lass?"&nbsp; She asked, trying to be as friendly as possible.<br><br>She did notice the travel bag from Rachel nearby but there was a time and a place to ask about that.&nbsp; Right now, though... was not the time or the place.&nbsp; Maybe later on?&nbsp; All she can do was figure out and see if there was an opening. to ask.
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Dining Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>22-12-2020, 07:05:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://marco-torres.com/files/gimgs/64_img0933-copy.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Storm Nightsong<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Gold Student<br><strong>Identifies as:</strong> Non-Binary | They/Them<br><strong>Preference:</strong> Demisexual<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Being more social than they've ever been.<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> 12.21.20 | Dinner time!<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Anyone &amp; everyone<br><strong>Tag:</strong> @ Quinn Fabray (Mxyptlk) | Open<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sitting at a round table, nearby <br><hr><br>&nbsp; Surroundings were usually Storm's jam. They liked people watching, because everyone, in their own actions were walking artistry. But tonight they were just so hungry, that they had not noticed the angular girl, with the cropped hair, who was standing behind them. Were they there the whole time? Storm couldn't remember, because of the lovely exchange in which they had with Miss Evie. They felt a tad guilty for it, but, it was nothing that a little socializing couldn't make up for. Hopefully.<br><br>&nbsp; Storm's brows did a dance of skepticism, into surprise, at hearing the colorfully clothed girl's name. "Rachel Berry... that name sounds familiar. Are you Rachel-BARBARA-Berry-from-Ohio, Rachel Berry?" That warranted a dropped spoon. "You have to sit down and tell me all about what brought you to Richmond." They got up and pulled out a chair. Completely forgetting to tell her the reason behind knowing her full name. This was like a dream. Only, Quinn wasn't the one in it. Where was that song bird?!<br><br>&nbsp; Before Storm could answer the short haired girl's question, because everything happened all at once, Ms Berry stepped to it. By the girl's expression, Storm guessed that she was not a vegan. Storm wiped their mouth with a napkin, and stood to welcome the other girl to the table. "Leila." Storm slapped the side of their cheek. "I was supposed to find you one of these days, to give you a school tour." They pointed to themselves. "I'm Storm Nightsong. It's nice to finally meet you. And you as well." They turned to Rachel and added the latter. This was proving to be a most interesting night. They whipped out their phone and texted Quinn, as fast as their fingers could do. "Gt hr, afayc!" But didn't say why.<br><br>(( <em>Gt hr, afayc translation: Get here, as fast as you can</em>. ))
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Dining Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>phaeleh</strong> on <strong>22-12-2020, 14:11:00</strong>
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				<br><hr> <hr><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/o7K9YUC.png)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Arabella Pearl Gibson<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Silver Student<br><strong>Age:</strong> 20<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Bicurious<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Nervous<br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 12.21.20 | Dinner time!<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dining Hall<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone &amp; Anyone</span><br><br><br><hr> <hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br><br>The petite brunette had been through these halls for a term now, but she had rarely offered herself to conversation. Preferring to just keep her head down in class and show her parents that she was in fact heterosexual, Bella had avoided most social occasions. Unfortunately her stomach didn't give two hoots about her emotional needs and simply wanted some fuel which meant she had no choice but to push her studying aside for half an hour to find something to satisfy the grumbling from within. <br><br>In a simple grey tshirt and black leggings, the hungry student headed for the dining hall. Once around the doorway, she noticed a fair few people gathered around a table and felt her stomach flip a little with nerves. She had no idea what they would think of her or whether everyone assumed everyone here was gay. She wasn't sure why it bothered her so much but it probably had something to do with how she had been conditioned to think it wasn't a good thing to be going around kissing girls. <br><br>Smiling hesitantly at the group, she headed quickly to the counter to distract herself with the menu behind the woman. <em>Get something small. Don't give them reason to hate you. Don't get fries for god sake. Just a salad will do.</em> Reluctantly, the girl ordered a tuna salad. Once she had the plate in her hand, she was then faced with the next decision. Where the hell was she going to sit? On her own to really stick out like a sore thumb, or right into the lion's den? <br><br>Swallowing to alleviate the dryness in her throat, she braved the occupied table and sat herself down. Placing the salad down, her stomach growled angrily at her choice when faced with the other peoples plates. <em>See? You should have gone with fries.</em> <br><br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Great Dining Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>22-12-2020, 15:43:56</strong>
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				<hr><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>i just <em>WANT</em> somebody to love <em>ME</em></strong></span></span></div><hr><hr><div class="floatright">(https://tv-fanatic-res.cloudinary.com/iu/s--ta_7s8pu--/t_full/cs_srgb,f_auto,fl_strip_profile.lossy,q_auto:420/v1371095373/quinn-fabray-pic.png)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> quinn fabray<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> gold<br><strong>Age:</strong> 20<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> lesbian denials so fabGAY<br><strong>Mood:</strong> hungry and tired <br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 12/21/2020| finals for winter term&nbsp; | 7:27pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dining Hall<br><strong>Coming From:</strong> library<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> storm, leila, arebella, rachel | NPC miss evie cook - <em><strong>opened</strong></em></span><br><hr><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br>quinn fabray was starving she was glad that she had someone to share her meals with, storm her dormmate was a blessing in disguise. they were like so chill and vibed rolling with the punches. the kid rarely question quinn allowed her to eventually open up about why she was at jamison and her true self. the fact that she was in love rachel berry was locked safely under key by storm and she was confident her close friend wouldn’t say anything. god she really hated it here and hated her parents because she so badly wanted to go to yale. as great as the different programs were here the truth was they would never measure up to the ivy league school, quinn had her heart set on. not only that but the blonde’s radius to rachel was closer if she would be studying in new haven. as it were this school rarely let her leave campus, and she damn well didn’t want to go back to ohio to see her family. <br><br>so she studied hard, studied, had fun in the drama abs musical departments abs actually enjoyed college level cheerleading it was less a popularity contest. and she was in the library studying for one of her finals after a particularly hard lab when she received the next text from storm. now quinn had learned to early on decipher the exited rambling txt speech of her brunette friend. so she wondered if her stormy nights needed an out of some sort from another one of their stalkers. so she opted to stop the studying still in her cheerleading uniform from earlier and head to the dinning hall early. her letterman thick warm whool jacket on and book back on her shoulders she grabbed the fastest thing she could find. she loved miss evie honestly that woman was a goodsend. just as the blonde was about to grab a boring salad evie handed her an already made BLT. “no really i love you miss evie.” <br><br>she thanked the woman, paid and evie’s eyes drifted to the table. nothing got passed that woman. she clearly knew quinn was about to search for storm. and she found storm quickly her eyes following evie’s like of sight to spot storm sitting at the knights of the round table (they dubbed it that early on) in the corner of the dinning hall. only he wasn’t alone as suspected. quinn quickly walked in that direction as she spotted arabella the shy girl she had a couple of conversations with. smiling and happy that the girl had found storm to sit with. she didn’t know Leila and she wondered if that was the person storm was freaking out about, “hey stormy.” she called out to him but then stopped short because rachel’s was blocked from her line of vision.<br><br>when she spotted rachel, quinn’s jaw went slack and she stood there tray<br>in hand completely dumbstruck. “rachel...” she practically whimpered. her face turning slightly red from embarrassment that rachel berry of all people was there at this school. “what..” quinn sat down blinking and setting her tray down. hunger just flying out the window for a moment as she drank in the sight of her beautiful best friend. “what are you doing here?” she recovered schooling all the emotions on her face yet her eyes told a different story. “you have two gay dads” she said in a whisper through clenched teeth. “the aclu won’t help anything rach, if that’s why you’re here.” she was trying to not make this a bug thing. clearing her throat she smiled at bella and Leila, “hi there guys.” she frowned only slightly at storm it was one of those tiny reactions but came off as more of an perfectly sculpted tawny eyebrow that was always on point; which said “you couldn’t have warned me?” licking her lips she breathed our, “i guess we have company at the round table.”&nbsp; and she was once again back to looking over at rachel. “hi”<br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Dining Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>22-12-2020, 18:22:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/iOQuSnK.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rachel Berry (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328009.msg15691767#msg15691767)<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Outsider<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Lost and Confused<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> 12.21.20 | Dinner time<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> anyone and everyone<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Storm Nightsong, Quinn Fabray, Leila Kurjak, Arabella Pearl Gibson, Open<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dining Center: counter<br><hr><br>Rachel eyes widened slightly as Storm seemed to know who she was.&nbsp; There were only two reasons why he could possibly know her full name and where she came from and she has not gotten a role on broadway yet, so that leaves him knowing Quinn and that Quinn talked about her.&nbsp; She was setting her tray down on the table as Storm was pulling out a chair for her, feeling a little bit more secure, here was a person who could help her find Quinn hopefully. <br><br>Before she sat down, she answered the tall short haired students question and she narrowed at the young woman's reaction to the suggestion on eating a veggie burger.&nbsp; "Veggie burgers are perfectly valid food choices, providing many of the nutrients we need to prosper!"&nbsp; Although she was slightly mollified by Leila's quick apology, dropping into a lecturing tone of voice from her affronted voice. &nbsp;"There are many reasons to convert to a vegan diet based on ethics."&nbsp; She was standing as tall as her 5'1" height would allow, "First of vegan burgers are as healthy as meat burgers.&nbsp; Of course there is more of a counter argument that meat burgers are healthier for a person than veggie burgers but in the last few years that has become no longer true as the process of making veggie burgers has improved and they are now providing as much protein that your body will digest as meat burgers."&nbsp; Rachel was off as she nodded at the new arrival, an apparently shy young woman who was closer to her height.<br><br>"Two, veggie burgers and vegan food in general are better for the environment.&nbsp; Producing veggie burgers releases less carbon and other heat trapping gasses into the atmosphere as producing meat burgers.&nbsp; Cows are one of the main sources of methane release into the air and methane is a worse heat trapping gas than carbon dioxide."&nbsp; Rachel barely paused for a breath, all her singing training allowing her to maintain a continuous stream of words. "Third Ethical treatment of animals.&nbsp; It is inhumane the way animals are treated in food producing farms, made to live in too small of areas for their health.&nbsp; Now there are many farms that are improving their treatment of animals, but it is still inhumane." Unfortunately for the three students, Rachel was getting on a roll and there wasn't Rachel's usual people there to put the brakes on her speech. "And of course there is the problem of slaughtering hundreds of animals a day to supply meat to everyone on a daily basis."&nbsp; <br><br>Rachel was reaching her small purse to pull out her phone, "I have a video showing the various ways animals are killed and ways that that they go wrong and the poor animals suffer," Rachel was offering when suddenly she heard a voice she hadn't heard for over a year.&nbsp; She spun around and smiled sheepishly at Quinn as she gave her a small wave, completely forgetting about defending veganism. &nbsp;"Surprise and maybe the aclu can't help yet, but I wanted to come and see how you are doing and remind you that you have support." &nbsp;Rachel sits down at the same time as Quinn does, hoping that she hasn't overstepped their friendship, plainly seeing the surprise on Quinn's beautiful face.&nbsp; "hi," the tiny brunette responded back to Quinn's second 'hi', hoping her tanned skin was hiding her slight flush at being in Quinn's presence again.&nbsp; She started to unbutton her brilliant orange coat, it was getting warm as she swallowed her saliva as she took in Quinn in her cheerleader uniform. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Dining Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>23-12-2020, 07:11:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e2/dd/60/e2dd608077602e5e9d0a51099281ad61.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Leila Kurjak<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Bronze Student<br><strong>Identifies as:</strong> She/Her<br><strong>Preference:</strong> Lesbian<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Brought back to the past... somewhat<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> 12.21.20 | Dinner time!<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open<br><strong>Location:</strong> Deciding what to eat tonight<br><hr><br>While letting Rachel give her an earful about how animals were being killed just so that people could eat, Leila could see some of the points that the brunette made.&nbsp; Sure, veganism was a choice and Leila was certainly aware of that.&nbsp; Finally seeing Miss Evie finish off making her double cheeseburger and fries and setting them onto the plate, Leila softly put the food on the tray.&nbsp; She was about to go ahead and meet someone else on the table but there was one last thing that she had to get off of her chest.&nbsp; Seeing Rachel locked into conversation with Quinn, she felt a little bad about interrupting it but there was a point that she had to get across before she could let all of this vegan talk go away.<br><br>"Ah'm sorry lasses... but can Ah say something that is on my mind ta the dark haired beaut?"&nbsp; She asked in her Irish slang while referring to Rachel.&nbsp; Since Rachel did not let her get a word in edgewise earlier, it was now her turn to take control of the floor.&nbsp; "Ah respect your sights regarding dead animals and the meat that we eat from them... but has it occurred to ye that some blokes are not allowed to make a choice about being vegan?&nbsp; There are people out in the alleys just starving and begging for a kibble to eat.&nbsp; Do they care if it is meat or a veggie?&nbsp; No, they don't.&nbsp; They want to live.&nbsp; If it means that some bloke happens to be such a melter that you have to give him anything to eat, that bloke will take it, no matter if it is meat or greens.&nbsp; That is where Ah come from.&nbsp; If ye want to be a greenie, more power to ye but to me, Ah take my food however Ah want to."&nbsp; She stopped right there as she then abruptly left to carry her tray to the other side of the table.&nbsp; She hoped that would put an end to that conversation.&nbsp; She just hoped that agreeing to disagree was the best way to diffuse the situation as much as she could.<br><br>She did hear Storm's remark earlier introducing himself as she was finally focused back on them.&nbsp; Turning her head, she finally acknowledged them back.&nbsp; "Howya, Storm.&nbsp; It is so grand to put the face to yer name finally.&nbsp; I know that yer kinda busy now but I would love to take the trip with ye to show me places that Ah haven't seen yet in the school sometime.&nbsp; I'll give ye mah number so ya can text me when yer not so surrounded with all of the beauts."&nbsp; She smiled as she let Storm be with Rachel and Quinn, while at the same time hoping that Rachel would not go off on her again.<br><br>As she noticed the new face at the table, Leila let out a wide smile.&nbsp; This was one woman that she had never seen before in her school.&nbsp; If she did, this woman seemed to want to stay away from other people.&nbsp; Maybe it was time for Leila to help sway the shyness from Bella?&nbsp; All she could do was find out.&nbsp; "Howya, lass.&nbsp; Mind if I sit with ya away from all of the dryshites over there?"&nbsp; She asked, referring to the people on the other side of the table as boring.&nbsp; "Name's Leila.&nbsp; So nice to meet such a beaut like you."&nbsp; She asked as she set down her food with the fries leaning towards Bella while sitting down next to her while hoping that Bella would open up a little bit.&nbsp; Even a crack of an opening would do for now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Dining Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>24-12-2020, 09:28:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://marco-torres.com/files/gimgs/64_img0933-copy.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Storm Nightsong<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Gold Student<br><strong>Identifies as:</strong> Non-Binary | They/Them<br><strong>Preference:</strong> Demisexual<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Being more social than they've ever been.<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> 12.21.20 | Dinner time!<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Anyone &amp; everyone<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Quinn, Rachel, Leila, Arabella and | Open<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sitting at a round table, making new friends <br><hr><br>&nbsp; A familiar face, with no name registered with Storm, as "Gray shirt/black leggings" (Arabella) walked in. Storm made it a point to acknowledge the person with a smile. It was a thing they learned from their grandmother, back in Alberta. <em>"Make sure you let people know that you <strong>see</strong> them, Stormie. It is more important than people realize. Don't forget."</em> She would say. And from a young age, Storm and their siblings began people watching, so that they could practice "seeing," properly. "Hey. Welcome." Storm said, as "gray shirt/black leggings" sat.<br><br>&nbsp; There was a lot going on at the moment. And Storm was living for it, because it felt like home. Not home, with Storm's mother's family here in Richmond. But there, back in Canada, with their father's family. They loved to talk during dinner. And even though one of their many family members were caught up in something wild, it was just nice to feel normal. To not be looked at like they were a freak. To actually speak, without someone raising their voice about something or other.<br><br>&nbsp; They ate their soup and sandwich, listening with perked ears, about vegan burgers. There were a lot of interesting facts, that Storm hadn't thought about. But their ancestors would roll around in their graves, if Storm ever turned vegan. Still, Storm's eyebrows lifted higher and higher, with each factoid. <br><br>&nbsp; Storm watched enough BBC cinema to be able to decipher which regions Brits were from. But they were not so good with Ireland. Leila made some good points about why people in her neck of the woods weren't able to choose veganism. At least not outright. As the two engaged in conversations about meat, and humanity, Storm remained quiet. Having no important things to add. And sometimes, people just needed to be heard. <br><br>&nbsp; So they listened. In that listening, the Song Bird's voice turned Storm's head. "Hey Birdie! Over here." They motioned with their head. Quinn's change in expressions were noticeable.<br><br>"'"you couldn’t have warned me?"'" She said. Oof. All Storm could do was make light of it, now. Especially with everyone else around. They donned a Jack Torrance voice, from The Shining, motioned like a game show person and said, "Heeeeere's Rachel!"<br><br>It looked like Quinn had a lot to catch up with, where Rachel was concerned. So Storm turned their attention to Leila, and agreed that exchanging number was a go. While Leila spoke to the shy girl, Storm attempted to get her to multitask, and plug her cell into Storm's phone. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Dining Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>phaeleh</strong> on <strong>27-12-2020, 17:20:18</strong>
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				<hr> <hr><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/o7K9YUC.png)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name: </strong> Arabella Gibson<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Silver Student<br><strong>Age:</strong> 20<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Bi-curious<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Feeling a little more relaxed<br><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 12.21.20 | Dinner time!<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dining Hall<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone &amp; Anyone</span><br><br><br><hr> <hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br><br>At first, Bella was thankful for the dark haired girl's rant about veganism because it meant she wasn't the centre of attention at that point and even better, no one had a chance to ask her questions while talk of 'dead cows' and 'carbon' was being discussed. As it went on though, the young brunette was glad she'd chosen a salad, poking at it with her fork as the girl continued. <br><br>She was glad of the distraction that Quinn provided as she walked past with a brief smile, but she didn't fail to notice the tension between the two women and made a note to speak to the blonde later. She'd not spoken to her much but when she had, there had definitely been a warmth to her that made Arabella feel a little more relaxed. In fact everyone around this table seemed to be perfectly unperturbed that she'd chosen to sit with them and slowly, the anxiety was ebbing away. <br><br>Shovelling salad into her mouth, she looked up as the other girl at the table made herself known. Nodding with a smile, unable to utter words without spitting everywhere, she shifted along to make it clear she was happy for the girl to sit with her. Swallowing her mouthful, Bella could smell the fries as she replied. <strong>"Oh, thanks...my name's Bella. Arabella. It's um good to meet you too. Have you been here long?"</strong><br><br><br>&nbsp;<br></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Dining Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>27-12-2020, 20:18:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e2/dd/60/e2dd608077602e5e9d0a51099281ad61.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Leila Kurjak<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Bronze Student<br><strong>Identifies as:</strong> She/Her<br><strong>Preference:</strong> Lesbian<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Famished<br><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> 12.21.20 | Dinner time!<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open, mostly to Bella with a small look towards Storm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Getting ready to eat at the table but meeting Bella along the way<br><hr><br>Leila let out a smile in return as she saw Bella eating her salad while the brunette was introducing herself.&nbsp; She was glad that Bella appreciated her own introduction as she was just about to take a bite out of her chips.&nbsp; "Nay, not long.&nbsp; Just a month or two here.&nbsp; Ah'm curious about sumthing here.&nbsp; Are ya the dark haired lass that's in the morning English class sitting near the front of the teacher?&nbsp; Ya do look familiar ta me."&nbsp; She asked softly hoping that there was some connection there.<br><br>At the same time, she noticed Storm making a gesture with a phone towards her.&nbsp; It was then that she got the message as she really did not want to tear herself away from a beauty like Bella but sometimes, being shown around the campus could help her in the long run.&nbsp; "Sorry, lass.&nbsp; Need ta take care of this fella for a touch. Be back in a scoch!"&nbsp; She admitted as she moved on over towards Storm and awaited them to pass on the line so their phones can be connected for just a bit.
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