New Girl On Campus (Beatrice Black and James)
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				Title: <strong>New Girl On Campus (Beatrice Black and James)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-08-2008, 03:22:06</strong>
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				It was freshman induction week at Arden College, and the tribes were already attracting new members. <br><br>Amanda McDowell was among those lurking in the shade, watching for new arrivals wearing a lot of black and looking lost and despondent. She checked her kohl makeup and nodded approvingly, snapping her compact shut with her dark red fingernails.<br><br>"Oh look, the witches' welcome wagon is out in force," sniffed Karen from the biggest sorority on campus, flicking imaginary lint off the soft sweater tied around her perfectly tanned shoulders.<br>"Actually, the Wiccan Alliance are over there arguing with the Hammer of Thor," Amanda smirked.<br>"Oh, well, thank you for the anthropology," Karen sneered and walked off, tossing her blonde hair.<br><br>"If you two ever touch, the universe would explode," Amanda's friend Bailey chuckled.<br>"Like she'd ever touch me," Amanda laughed, imitating Karen's hair-tossing with her own black and burgundy hair. "Fun as it would be to get into her starched cotton panties." <br>"So it was <em>you</em> that stole her cheerleader uniform," Bailey nodded to herself.<br>"I figure it's the perfect Halloween costume."<br>"Halloween is like six weeks away."<br>"What can I say? I like dressing up..."<br><br>She smiled wickedly, and went back to watching the tribes and the poor souls lost in between. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Girl On Campus (Beatrice Black and James)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>James</strong> on <strong>02-08-2008, 05:07:21</strong>
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				Aside from a handful of outsiders, everyone present appeared to have grouped together. It was business as usual, just the way things worked. James was one of these outsiders. He was having a bad day, but it wasn’t showing. The teenager was leaning against one of the windows, crossing his arms at his chest. He did his best to retain a neutral posture, one saying that he wasn’t interested in anyone or anything. His eyes completely gave him away, though. Anyone faintly capable of reading people would see that it was all just a facade, and behind it; lingering insecurity. His body language said that he didn’t want anyone to approach him, but James wanted to be recognized. It wasn’t about his appearance. <br><br>He was dressed in attire that told the spectator absolutely nothing about him, dark blue jeans and a black shirt. His short hair had a dirty blonde color, and his facial lines were quite remarkable in that they were very graceful, and feminine. You couldn’t tell a whole lot about the rest of the boy’s features due to his clothing, but it was slim and fragile. At first, he had decided to remain as random as possible, but as time passed he felt himself dropping more and more of his guard. So, it wasn't really about his appearance, just that insecurity holding him.<br><br>His eyes had begun scouting across the crowds, searching for interesting people. At first, his attention had been directed at the other boys nearby. He didn’t want to, but his curiosity got the best of him. A moment would pass before his eyes began searching for girls. It would take someone very perceptive to notice that he wasn’t really looking at the girls. Well, he was; but he wasn’t just looking where all the other boys looked. No, his eyes took in every detail of them, from their shoes to the color of their hair. His glance found and consumed Karen. He didn’t like the sweater, but the rest of her outfit looked good. James gently bit down on his lower lip, continuing to trail his eyes across the girls…
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Girl On Campus (Beatrice Black and James)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-08-2008, 05:32:05</strong>
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				Amanda watched Karen bounce past a group of boys, who viewed her with the expected interest. Who could blame them? She was beautiful, she knew it and she was happy to let the world know it. If Amanda had a body like that she'd show it off as well. But she was slim rather then perky, liable to freckle rather than tan, and not a good candidate for Chi Alpha Sigma. So, instead, she showed off her long legs in a short black and grey plaid skirt, fishnet tights and ankle boots with a three inch heel, with her chest in a low-cut black top designed to maximise her slight cleavage - for more, she would need to put on a corset. <br><br>Idly thinking about how Karen would look being shown off for Amanda's amusement in a corset and fishnets, the dark-eyed girl watched the boys watching her as she introduced herself to new arrivals who looked suitably moneyed and disapproving of those around them. <br><br>One of the ungrouped boys stood out just a little. He was trying so hard not to that he probably thought no-one noticed the way he looked at her. It was the way most of the kids in Fashion and Textiles looked at a model, not the way the other boys gazed longingly at her legs and backside. This boy was studying her, studying all the girls nearby on the sly.<br><br>And then his eyes met Amanda's. She smiled, stood up and started to approach, half expecting him to run away...
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Girl On Campus (Beatrice Black and James)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>James</strong> on <strong>02-08-2008, 05:54:13</strong>
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				As soon as his eyes of prussian blue were met by Amanda’s glance, they darted away. A second later they returned, to affirm that she had indeed been looking at him. A smile broke out across her lips and she began walking over to him. What sort of smile was that? Had she seen what he was looking at? The boy swallowed thickly as she came closer. His eyes continued to flee, and then come back to her during the course of her walk, again wanting to confirm that she had been looking directly at him and that the smile had been for him. The lingering insecurity behind the thin veil amplified, and in lack of other options he turned his eyes down to the floor and waited. His posture didn’t look as authentic as it had before, and he cursed himself mentally for being so weak. <br><br>Once she’d arrived, he slowly leveled his glance with hers. She was pretty, if not beautiful. He didn’t really like the exaggerated black, but he was still a bit interested of it. Besides, it gave her such a superior look. At least, that’s what James thought; everyone pretty much looked superior in his eyes. What was she doing? It wasn’t until now that he stopped to think that she might just be an innocent bystander, a person simply interested in welcoming him. He didn’t find it likely, but he knew that he was a bit paranoid due to his insecurities and it made him think just a bit too much.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Girl On Campus (Beatrice Black and James)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-08-2008, 06:24:55</strong>
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				"Hi." She smiled cheerfully at the boy, keeping a polite distance in case he decided to run away screaming. "You look a little lost. Even by the standards of everybody else around here. Are you looking for your department? I can find most of them - Computer Science seems to move every time I try, but other than that..." She watched where his glance darted. He looked just about terrified, so she tried to look open and reassuring.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Girl On Campus (Beatrice Black and James)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>James</strong> on <strong>02-08-2008, 06:41:00</strong>
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				It didn’t take long before James came to his senses and forced some of the insecurities away. She was just trying to help him, nothing more. Surely the girl hadn’t noticed what he’d been looking at. It was paranoid to even consider it. James stifled a genuine smile and leaned back a little more against the window behind him. <strong>“No, it’s fine, I’ve found mine.”</strong> The boy couldn’t help but give her a downward glance, subtly sweeping his eyes down to take in her body, unwillingly pausing at her cleavage. He didn’t delay there for more than a second though, before leveling his eyes with hers again. <br><br><strong>“It’s-… English.”</strong> James slid a hand through his hair and slowly began regaining just enough self confidence not to have his eyes dart away every time she locked on to them. He didn’t want her to leave, and the only natural continuation to the conversation was obvious to him. <strong>“And you? I mean, are you new?”</strong> He would’ve slapped himself for the way he phrased the question, but he knew she’d understand. Of course she wasn’t new. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Girl On Campus (Beatrice Black and James)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-08-2008, 01:30:10</strong>
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				She smiled lightly. "Oh no, I'm a big grown-up sophomore. So, English? That's cool, Professor Melville on the origins of the novel is great, but..." She trailed off and looked at him thoughfully. "I would have guessed different," she added quietly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Girl On Campus (Beatrice Black and James)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>James</strong> on <strong>03-08-2008, 01:42:06</strong>
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				She had his undivided attention as she spoke, and her company began feeling quite pleasant. The boy gave her a weak frown as she finished her last sentence. <strong>"Why is that?"</strong> His voice was light and smooth, a notable difference now that he was beginning to relax; dropping more and more of the superficial masculine posture he'd assumed. She could easily see that his insecurities still lingered though, and it wouldn't take much for her to snap it back into him. He was naive though, and happily trusted that the girl in front of him had no intentions other than to make him feel welcome.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Girl On Campus (Beatrice Black and James)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-08-2008, 01:47:06</strong>
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				"Well, you're kind of <em>appraising</em> the girls. Like you're studying how we look, how we dress. The students at Fashion and Textiles do it all the time." She nodded. "Some of them are really cool, and nice, so I figured I'd ask."<br><br>She had another suggestion for what his way of looking might mean, but figured he'd deny that one...
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Girl On Campus (Beatrice Black and James)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>James</strong> on <strong>03-08-2008, 01:56:21</strong>
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				James swallowed thickly. She had seen what he was looking at. His reaction gave him away, and told her everything she needed to know. The smile had faded almost instantly. <strong>"Oh, I wasn't looking at-... them."</strong> That wouldn't work, and he knew it. It was the first thing that came to his mind, though. He shook his head faintly and tried to give her a convincing smile, but it was weak. <strong>"I was just looking for someone I know. A friend."</strong> He liked that one better.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Girl On Campus (Beatrice Black and James)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-08-2008, 02:19:40</strong>
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				"Oh, okay. What does she look like?" She gave him her best helpful smile. "I'm guessing she's a she, because you were looking at us shes..."<br><br>He was definitely in denial, this one, so she would be glad to be helpful.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Girl On Campus (Beatrice Black and James)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>James</strong> on <strong>03-08-2008, 02:58:20</strong>
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				James was very much in denial. He had enough suppressed sexuality in him to fill an entire college. Amanda just needed to push the right buttons, and pull the right strings to bring it all out. <strong>"Uhm-... yeah. She said she'd be back in a while."</strong> He wasn't going to let her pin him down. He didn't feel threatened though, he'd just presented her with a very good explanation as to why he was inspecting the girls, and their attire. He wanted to divert her attention away from all that, though. <strong>"I'm James..."</strong> He said, extending an overly courteous hand in greeting. It was slender, and his skin was flawless even there. The act was accompanied by a new smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Girl On Campus (Beatrice Black and James)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-08-2008, 03:10:25</strong>
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				"Amanda." She took his hand gently, feeling the softness of his skin.<br><br>"Which didn't answer my question - what does she look like?" She looked him up and down quickly, and smiled just a little. "I could help you find her."
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Girl On Campus (Beatrice Black and James)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>James</strong> on <strong>03-08-2008, 03:17:51</strong>
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				James could feel himself getting warmer. She wasn't dropping the question, and it was almost as if she'd seen through his lie and now intended to have him admit it. He should have just told her that he was checking the girls out. <strong>"Don't worry about it, she'll be back any minute, she-... she knows I'm here."</strong> His eyes darted away, hitting the floor for a moment. He wasn't really thinking about keeping any facade up, and almost instinctively raised a hand to slide some of his hair behind his left ear, a feminine gesture in itself. A few seconds passed before those innocent blue eyes looked back up at her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Girl On Campus (Beatrice Black and James)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-08-2008, 03:40:41</strong>
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				"Okay, I'm sure she does." She stepped away. This one was clearly determined to hide in his transparent closet, and it was a free world. "If she doesn't show up and you need some help to reach her, you know where to find me."<br><br>"And, y'know, I'm not gonna kidnap you or anything." Then she smirked. "Unless you want me to, of course." She shook her head and shrugged. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Girl On Campus (Beatrice Black and James)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>James</strong> on <strong>03-08-2008, 06:48:44</strong>
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				James didn't want Amanda to leave. There was something about her, a strong confidence that almost enraptured him. The boy swallowed again, before speaking. <strong>"Amanda, wait-... she's been, uhm... gone for a while now. I'm not sure where she went."</strong> What was he doing now? He wasn't entirely sure. His smooth voice persisted, though, unwilling to let her depart so soon. <strong>"Help me look for her?"</strong> James stifled a weak smile and straightened his posture so that he wasn't leaning against the window anymore. He wasn't ingenious enough to finish the lie he'd started though; he hoped she wouldn't notice that the girl he was about to describe was in the same room. He'd been looking at her a few times, and had her attire in fresh memory. <strong>"She's a blonde-... red top, white skirt that's cut just above her knees."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Girl On Campus (Beatrice Black and James)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-08-2008, 19:25:24</strong>
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				Amanda smiled slightly as he was so specific about what this girl wore, without mentioning her name. "Alright, let's have a look, see if we can see where she's hiding." She wondered if he got the joke at all as she lead the way around the courtyard. "Has she got a cell?" she asked, playing along. "I know you're supposed to turn them off for classes."
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Girl On Campus (Beatrice Black and James)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>James</strong> on <strong>04-08-2008, 05:55:32</strong>
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				James stifled a slow nod at her inuquiry. <strong>"Yes... but she's turned it off, yeah."</strong> Amanda had handed him that answer, and he'd taken it. The boy raised an eyebrow as a new idea suddenly struck him. <strong>"Maybe you could give me a tour around the campus?"</strong> He didn't want the girl to leave, she was far too interesting for that. Besides, making friends was all good. His tone of voice was genuine, and so was his smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Girl On Campus (Beatrice Black and James)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-08-2008, 06:05:41</strong>
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				Amanda considered this enquiry. Well, only one way to find out.<br><br>"Sure thing. I can show you some of our secrets and hidden corners."<br><br>She waved to Bailey and the others as she lead the way, pointing to him and shrugging with a smile while his back was turned.<br><br>"What did that mean?" one of the others asked Bailey once sure that James was out of hearing distance.<br>"Well, he's pretty enough that she might want to jump him," she answered with a shrug. "Or it might be a little lost puppy thing again. Or both."<br><br>Meanwhile, Amanda pointed to the Neo-Classical central building. "This used to be the whole college back in the day. Just guys back then, of course. We were expected to stay home darning socks and wearing corsets. Not that I've never worn a corset," she added with a cheeky grin. "... Have you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Girl On Campus (Beatrice Black and James)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>James</strong> on <strong>06-08-2008, 01:16:43</strong>
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				James gave Amanda a grateful nod, and followed her. His smile crumbled as she mentioned corsets. He'd never worn one, but he'd thought about it, <em>a lot</em>. <strong>"No, I haven't had the pleasure..."</strong> His tone underlined his irony, but he meant what he said. The boy allowed his defenses to fall once again, all as he began trusting Amanda. As they walked, his eyes inspected the girls they passed. Even some of the boys, but there was a distinct difference in what he was looking for when it came to them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Girl On Campus (Beatrice Black and James)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-08-2008, 13:46:00</strong>
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				Amanda blinked, then smiled. "Ohh... thought as much. We can do something about that, if you'd like. You'd be a lot of fun to dress up." She nodded, watching the way he looked at people. "So, ah, do you have another name I should call you by?"
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