College Life (perkus tooth & Reyne)
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				Title: <strong>College Life (perkus tooth &amp; Reyne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>perkus tooth</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 16:49:31</strong>
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				"... back to pick you up before Thanksgiving. Stay out of trouble," Jonas's father admonished over his shoulder as he exited the dorm room. "You want this open or closed?" he asked, gesturing to the door.<br><br>"Nah, just leave it open. I'll see you later, Dad," Jonas mumbled and waved halfheartedly as his father turned and walked out.<br><br>Jonas balled his hands into fists and wearily rubbed at his closed eyes before opening them again and surveying the jumbled stacks of cardboard cartons scattered about the mostly empty dorm room. What a day it had been already. He had already spent three hours in the car with his father listening to bad talk-radio and maintaining strategic non-conversation as they drove out to Oswego, NY. It was freshman move-in day on campus- so his dad had gotten to joke around with all of the other nervous parents while Jonas made trips from the car to the dorm elevator and back again, moving his life in nondescript boxes, and being careful not to bang around his guitar case or box of records too much. There had been a couple of cute girls in the lobby, presumably also moving in, but Jonas was too on-edge from the car ride to talk to them- maybe they would be living on his floor.<br><br>Still, he was finally here. Out of his dad and step-mom's house, away from all of the idiots he went to high school with and the townies who had stuck around his hometown after high school was over. Jonas hadn't really been very systematic or thorough in choosing a college. He had seen a couple of awesome "Battle of the Bands" contests at Oswego, and Oswego accepted his application- so attending seemed only natural. He didn't know all that much about the academics here, nor was he really that concerned. Right now, being away from home and getting to work on his music and meeting people in the local music scene were all for more interesting than classes or anything of that sort. Living at home had been way too stifling for his creativity- here, here was where he would figure it all out. Jonas was pretty sure about this.<br><br>The boxes weren't going to unpack themselves, but they could wait a while at least. Jonas tore open a box labeled "stereo-fragile" and extracted a portable CD-player boom-box, which he proceeded to plug into the wall socket. From another box, this one labeled "CDs-fragile", he retrieved a copy of <em>London Calling</em> by The Clash. He popped the CD into the boom-box and turned the volume up loud. Maybe too loud? He considered this idea briefly before discarding it- no way. Jonas sprawled himself out on one of the two unmade dorm beds, his six foot frame barely contained by the tiny and uncomfortable mattress. He ran his long guitarist's fingers through his mop of shaggy, chestnut hair and scratched at a couple days growth of beard on his chin. He closed his gray-blue eyes as waves of apocalyptic guitar and bass from the album's title track washed over him. For a moment, Jonas was buoyed up by the music and felt his nerves gradually settling down. Yeah, man, this was it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: College Life (perkus tooth &amp; Reyne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 08:24:19</strong>
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				[sorry for the wait, should be getting better now~]<br><br>This wasn't as easy as it seemed in all of those college movies. Usually it seemed to just be a five minute long process to move into college. With a few seconds of teary good byes, a car drive with melodic rock music and memories flashing by in cut scenes followed by pulling up into a college campus, meeting side characters in the next minute with some cool hand shake or just a random cut scene, and then the following few seconds is walking into a new room with the room pretty much all set up and just two boxes to take in, and that was it. Oh that was such bull crap.<br><br>Rae blinked as she looked down at her boxes, her heart beat pounding after having just moved into the new room, hearing loud rock music from the room across the hall, she scoffed as she pushed in her last box of five in total, her arms felt like jello and no hot, tall, lanky college men had offered to help her. So now here she was, panting gently, alone, dressed in jean shorts and a blue t-shirt with a random band name, "Emarosa," scrawled along the cloth in an edgy design with her white vans with little coloured hearts on them making up her outfit. Her long brown hair was down, which she cursed herself for doing since it was still summer and hot with muggy weather that made her thick, chocolate locks seem to frizz up.<br><br>Her bright hazel eyes swirled in green and gold as her long dark lashes fluttered and she glanced back to the room that was currently blasting music. With a deep sigh the young woman just pushed with her strong, smooth caramel legs to move her stuff in further before she slammed her door shut. The thick, curvaceous woman would wipe her sweaty hands down her thighs along the jean material as she ran her fingers through her hair and looked at all she had to do. Not even the beds were clothed and the walls were so barren with big empty desks. With an exasperate sigh, Rae just shook her head and decided to get to work.<br><br>Rae had just drove up from North Carolina. She had been accepted into the college that was located in Oswego, New York. It was definitely a new change of scenery and the girl had managed to make it over two days with a stop at a hotel after driving about 20 hours. On the way to the hotel she had been rather unhappy, after having a tearful, awkward good bye with her mother and father, who were divorced, and all of her little sisters that belonged to her father and her new step mother. Things were just spiralling in her mind and with all of her friends already in college the year before she realized just how along she truly was now and it depressed her to no end.<br><br>Sighing deeply, she would set up her desk and laptop as well as her walls with pictures of her friends and family, humming softly she heard drums kick against the walls outside and heard the music across the hall. The 5'1 girl just shook her head, some people were so inconsiderate. The young woman was a plump, voluptuous little thing with wide hips and an ample bottom, she had large, round breasts that looked to be dipping into a triple D cup with a form that was soft and warm. Raziel Perez was a beautiful, curvy thing who was single and set into this new chapter of her life.<br><br>She was majoring in Journalism and minoring in Choir, she loved to write and she loved to sing, and she was very good at both so she figured to dabble around in both.&nbsp; Looking up as she finished with her room, she smiled and her full pink lips stretched out to show those deep dimples in her soft cheek. Looking over her shoulder, she yawned and her stomach growled...sleepy and hungry and totally not in the mood for loud music. With a sigh the young woman walked out and across the hall and knocked on the door rather loudly.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: College Life (perkus tooth &amp; Reyne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>perkus tooth</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 06:35:30</strong>
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				Somewhere around "Lost in the Supermarket" Jonas started to drift into that state of half-asleep, half-awake dreaming that only seems to happen on afternoons after you've gotten up way too early in the morning. Rock-and-roll fantasies and college-anxiety dreams swirled and intertwined in Jonas' foggy mind with The Clash providing the soundtrack. In the middle of "Death or Glory" the drums on the stereo and the drums in his dreams to started to give to some sort of very real pounding. Jonas awoke with a full-body muscle spasm and sat straight up the in unfamiliar dorm bed- a brief moment dry-mouthed panic passed through him as he tried to remember where exactly he was. And that noise- what was that? Jonas stared blankly at the door for several seconds before his sleep-addled brain managed to determine that <em>exactly</em> was happening. There's. Someone. At. The. Door.<br><br>Jonas extricated himself from the too-small bed unglamorously, combining the motion with an ear-popping yawn and a stretch of his bony arms over his head. He glanced to the standard-issue dorm room mirror before answering the door- maybe no one would be able to tell that he had fallen asleep. His frame was lean and lanky, as though he had yet to fully grow into it, but he carried himself with a strange awkward coolness that girls seemed to find attractive. Jonas stretched the wrinkles out of his tight gray t-shirt and adjusted the waist of his perfectly broken-in blue jeans. He had some sense of the fact that he was considered "good looking", but he always ended up spending endless time trying to look effortless and casual- there's nothing worse than having people think that you're trying too hard.<br><br>Using his balled-up fists, Jonas tried to rub the last of the sleep from his eyes before answering the still-waiting door. He crossed the room, flung open the door, and slouched nonchalantly against the edge of the frame (as if the true reason that it took him so long to answer the door was just that he just couldn't be bothered to do it quickly, and not that he had been asleep). And, hey, there was a girl in front of his door, her fist poised mid-knock. Jonas couldn't help but glance at her large breasts as he looked down upon her, but he managed to catch himself and keep his eyes at her face level to avoid embarrassing himself.<br><br>Jonas' pulse quickened momentarily, and he felt a watery feeling in his stomach. This girl was dark and curvy, totally unlike the skinny, bleached-hair punk girls that he had briefly dated in high school, but damn, this was college and there was a girl standing in the doorway of his room (this was the kind of thing that he had <em>dreamed</em> about while anxiously awaiting the end of high school). He grinned his most charming (or so he though) half-smirk, half-grin and ran a hand through his hair before looking into her eyes and speaking.<br><br>"Ummm... can I help you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: College Life (perkus tooth &amp; Reyne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 06:53:23</strong>
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				The music from the dorm room was actually good stuff. Rae had never heard it before but the style coming from the obnoxious student's speakers was something she could get into. Granted, most music she loved and mostly anything with incredible lyrics, a nice bass hook, and a steady drum beat got her juices going, but still. She could not condem the person for not having taste, but oh she could sure try to on the fact that he had never heard of ear phones before, apparently.<br><br>Rae's eyes squinted a bit and her mouth twisted up as she heard foot steps, they sounded soft and lazy, like someone who had just woken up. Her full lips returned to normal and she stepped back with her fist up to see the door swinging open and there in front of her was a make. His shaggy brown hair made her want to unfurl her fingers and run them through his locks, and his pretty, steely eyes seemed to be trained on her with this slightly surprised expression before it eased into a state of confidence and amusement. Rae's blood temperature was cranked a few notches and she tried to ignore the initial attraction she seemed to have towards him. Rae always seemed to have interest in the indie rockers, hard rockers, soft rockers, country rockers. Whatever it was, she glanced at his hand, saw a callous, looked past him and saw a guitar with the music blaring and she instantly knew that the boy in front of her was a music junkie. It just made him even more appealing.<br><br>With a shaky sigh, she managed to steady herself and a polite, dimpled smile shone upon her beautiful face. Her mouth opened to speak but all that came out was, "Ahhhh...mmmm..." she blinked, had she lost all motor skills? Had she forgotten how to be normal? Flushing pink in her cheeks she gulped and then shook her head, "Hi. I'm sorry if I'm bothering you, but I was just wondering...could you, er, could you turn the music down a little." As if to make herself liked and not seen as the anal girl who hated loud noises, she added, "I love the music you're playing, don't get me wrong...it's the sort of stuff I like, I just...I'm tired and I have a headache, and hearing pounding noises right now is going to make me pop...moving into new places usually makes me freak."<br><br>Oh god, she was sounding like such a weirdo, with a roll of her hazel eyes she looked away and kicked the toe of her shoe against the ground before she stuck out a hand, "Hi. I'm Rae and I promise you I am not the insane chick from across the hall, just...yeah, who are you?"
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