Dellban University - DunBroch Village
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Exotic Small Groups =&gt; Topic started by: Bibliophilia on 17-02-2020, 00:11:57</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Dellban University - DunBroch Village</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>17-02-2020, 00:11:57</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d6/DUHeader3.png)<br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">DunBroch Village</span></span><br><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f7/DunBrock1.jpg)</div></td><td></td><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/64/DunBrock2.jpg)</div></td><td></td><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/59/DunBrockNight.jpg)</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br>DunBroch Village is located about a mile from the campus along a winding, single-lane road that roams over and between the hills and rocky crags that surround the castle.<br><br>Students are allowed to visit on weekdays between 5 pm and 9 pm, and weekends from 9 am to midnight.&nbsp; Any students not back inside the castle before curfew will have to knock on the castle door to be let in by one of the servants, which will result in punishment.<br><br>Located in the village are: Jock's General Store, The Tower Tavern (Located in the Mayview Inn), The Pig and Kitten Pub, The Broom's Bristles Pub and Sebastian's Fishing Charter.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">Post Header</span></span></div><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=250 padding=10]https://i.imgur.com/1yUzbY9.jpg[/img][/floatleft]<br>[b][font=times new roman][size=13pt][glow=#ae003b,2,300]Name:[/glow][/size][/font][/b] [url=Link to Character Sheet]Character Name[/url]<br>[b][font=times new roman][size=13pt][glow=#ae003b,2,300]Date | Time:[/glow][/size][/font][/b] <br>[b][font=times new roman][size=13pt][glow=#ae003b,2,300]Location:[/glow][/size][/font][/b] <br>[b][font=times new roman][size=13pt][glow=#ae003b,2,300]Outfit:[/glow][/size][/font][/b] <br>[b][font=times new roman][size=13pt][glow=#ae003b,2,300]Mood:[/glow][/size][/font][/b] <br>[b][font=times new roman][size=13pt][glow=#ae003b,2,300]Content:[/glow][/size][/font][/b] <br>[b][font=times new roman][size=13pt][glow=#ae003b,2,300]Tagging:[/glow][/size][/font][/b] <br>[hr]</code></pre><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">Game Links</span></span><br><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Out of Character Threads</span></span></td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">In Character Threads</span></span></td></tr><tr><td>OOC Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316533.0)</td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Campus Interior Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316534.0)</td></tr><tr><td>Character Sheet Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.0)</td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Campus Grounds Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316570.0)</td></tr><tr><td>Scene &amp; Connection Tracker Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316303.0)</td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Student Rooms Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316578.0)</td></tr><tr><td>Worldbuilding Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316222.0)</td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Findlay's Find Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316612.0)</td></tr><tr><td>Recruitment Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316264.0)</td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>Willow Wood Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316613.0)</td></tr><tr><td></td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td>DunBroch Village Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316614.0)<br></td></tr></tbody></table></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - DunBroch Village</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>17-02-2020, 06:48:12</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">Current RP Timeline</span></span><br><br><br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/f/f3/DellbanOpenDates.png/1200px-DellbanOpenDates.png)</div><br><hr><br>Classes scheduled between 11 am and 5 pm, Monday through Friday only.<br>Weekday Curfew - 9 pm<br>Weekend Curfew - 12 am<br>Meals Served - 8 - 11 am | 12 - 3 pm | 6 - 9 pm
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - DunBroch Village</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>25-02-2020, 22:03:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/dc/df/ca/dcdfcad5f3cfe05fc98ad5cd14f9c567.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Jack Spratowski (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15284962#msg15284962)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> September 30th, 06:05<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> Train from Inverness<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> As pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size"> Mood:</span></span></strong> Ballpark-ish (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l7GB8IJs6ic)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Heading to Dellban<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> M. Moffett, Avery<br><hr><br>So this had been an experience.&nbsp; It had been non-stop travel for the last...almost twenty-four hours for him.&nbsp; He wasn't going to break his arm patting himself on the back for packing intelligently.&nbsp; Minimalistic even.&nbsp; He was pleased that he was able to bring everything he needed in one, overly-large backpack.&nbsp; He'd learned over the years, if you wanted to hold onto your shit...wear it.&nbsp; The same couldn't be said for all of the people who were clearly on their way to Dellban.<br><br>Case in point.&nbsp; The dead-hot blonde with the fantastic lower half who was struggling to lift a suitcase the size of...well...her onto the luggage storage that was found at every juncture between the cars of the train.&nbsp; He approached the blonde without speaking but came at her from an angle where she could see him coming and not be surprised by him.&nbsp; &nbsp;He made eye-contact with the blonde and offered her a warm, confident smile.<br><br>"Hey.&nbsp; I can help with that?" , came the question as the blonde nodded, clearly as tired from the travelling as everyone else was and took a step back from her heavy suitcase.&nbsp; His attention flickered to the suitcase.&nbsp; His eyes passing over the name etched on the slender gold plate on the suitcase.<br><br><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">M. Moffett</span></em></div><br>The suitcase was lifted smoothly; effortlessly and placed atop the pile of suitcases in the storage section.&nbsp; He turned to offer the blonde a smile who offered one in return.<br><br>"I'm...I'm Miranda."<br><br>Jack nodded his head slightly, offering a more playful grin.&nbsp; His voice dropping to a more quiet tone as he responded.<br><br>"Sure you are.", before brushing past her.&nbsp; Miranda pivoting slightly and motioning with her hand back over her shoulder opposite of the direction Jack was moving.<br><br>"I sit back here if you want to..." , she paused.&nbsp; Taking note of Jack moving into the car ahead. "...so...thank you!" , she said more loudly, earning her another smile from Jack as he looked back over his shoulder before the doors of the car ahead closed behind him.<br><br>His eyes flickered to the seat assignments overhead, moving past each one until he found where his seat was.&nbsp; Noting the pretty redhead seated at the window leaving the aisle seat for him.&nbsp; He offered her a relaxed smile, not speaking as he shrugged his shoulders slightly and he slipped his backpack off his shoulders only to place it on the floor between his seat and the seat ahead of him.&nbsp; Next came his jacket and that joined the back pack.&nbsp; He sat, and using one foot he shoved the backpack under the seat ahead of them.&nbsp; Jabbing it twice more with his foot, his body flexed, and arching some as he ensured his backpack was jammed under the seat ahead of him.&nbsp; He managed to do all of this next to the redhead without actually bumping his shoulder or knee into hers.<br><br>He let out a deep breath as he settled into his seat...letting his eyes drift shut.&nbsp; Silent for a moment before opening them and turning his head slightly to offer her a welcoming smile.&nbsp; Reaching across his lap and offering her a hand to shake.<br><br>"I'm Jack."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - DunBroch Village</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>02-03-2020, 02:07:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a4/b4/1e/a4b41e36e10afcf72a7c0b00facd35b7.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Avery Voss (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15274024#msg15274024)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> September 30th...early.<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> On the train to Dellban<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> This &nbsp;(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/73/90/b3/7390b3bba926bf0f8ebc785775231632.jpg)and these. (https://di2ponv0v5otw.cloudfront.net/posts/2019/11/16/5dd0c79879df27347ecb377b/m_5dd0c7d9fe19c74ae7406224.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mood:</span></span></strong> A little of this. &nbsp;(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ayxbY9mImKo&amp;list=PLrEtSdEyobxFi7XEagC-iCs_xvViGFrXh&amp;index=10)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Meeting Jack and heading to Dellban. <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Jack<br><hr><br>Despite it running counter to several fundamental guidelines in her standard operating procedures, Avery had boarded early. It was mostly an accident if she was being honest, but it had provided a golden opportunity for meeting one or two of her fellow students. As a matter of fact, in the short time between stowing her luggage and Jack's arrival she had managed to make friends with the young woman seated in front of them, the two people behind them, and an elderly woman three rows up that until just a second earlier had been regaling Avery with stories about her Yorkshire Terrier.<br><br>His name was Gus, and from what she gathered he was basically a surly old man with three teeth and a deep, abiding love for pepperoni. Which to be clear, was about the worst thing she could feed him...but you were never going to tell her differently because "It's his favorite.". <br><br>When Jack took his seat, she was half standing with one knee on her seat and her back to the window as she handed a pastry back to a young man that seemed altogether more interested in her hair than the chocolate croissant. <br><br>What followed was a quiet shuffle and quiet brush of air that smelled of fresh baked goods and strawberry shampoo as she sank back into her seat. She tucked the lid of the pastry box closed, smiled warmly, and gave his hand one firm shake,<br><br><em>"Nice to meet you, Jack. I'm Avery." </em><br><br>There was a brief pause, but only just enough to be considered such.<br><br><em>"Would you like a pastry?" </em><br><br>Because people bond over food, wouldn't you know?<br><br>Flipping the lid back up she pointed out which was which...<br><br><em>"That one is cinnamon...raspberry...black currant...these two are Vegan...or, if you prefer I have a cup of oatmeal with almonds and fresh blueberries that I'd sacrifice to the cause...but just this once."</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - DunBroch Village</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>02-03-2020, 21:34:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/dc/df/ca/dcdfcad5f3cfe05fc98ad5cd14f9c567.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Jack Spratowski (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15284962#msg15284962)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> September 30th, 06:05<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> Train from Inverness<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> As pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size"> Mood:</span></span></strong> Ballpark-ish (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l7GB8IJs6ic)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Heading to Dellban<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong>&nbsp; Avery<br><hr><br>Her skin felt cooler than his own when she shook his hand but her handshake was good.&nbsp; Firm, brief and she wasn't an early-grabber which was basically the worst kind of people.&nbsp; The early-grab meant they were squeezing your fingers awkwardly and basically making everyone involved feel bad.<br><br>But she clearly was not an early-grabber and clearly not...the worst.<br><br>She smelled great, she had an excellent jaw and she offered baked goods without hesitation.&nbsp; This was indeed an excellent way to finish the journey to Dellban.&nbsp; She could see the features on his face changing to one of mild reluctance and disappointment as she opened the lid and offered him some of her pastries.<br><br>She could see he was just about to open his mouth and no doubt decline her offer when she informed him of the vegan pastries.&nbsp; The oatmeal and blueberries were also of note.&nbsp; In fact she could have said she had an apple that she found on the floor and he would have eaten that too.&nbsp; Travelling whilst dealing with dietary restrictions was proving to be more difficult than he had anticipated.&nbsp; It seemed like it had been ages since he last ate and he learned years ago that if someone is going to offer you something.<br><br>Well...more often than not, you take it.<br><br>He gave her an absolutely enthusiastic smile and nodded his head slightly.&nbsp; Reaching out and taking one of the vegan pastries only to devour it in a matter of heartbeats.&nbsp; He gave Avery a sidelong smile, quietly sucking on his teeth and running his tongue across them as his lips pressed together, making a faint squeaking sound before turning to face her properly and give her a proper smile once more.&nbsp; Motioning slightly with one finger and momentarily gesturing towards the box of pastries.<br><br>"Those kick ass.&nbsp; Thank you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - DunBroch Village</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>04-03-2020, 01:26:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a4/b4/1e/a4b41e36e10afcf72a7c0b00facd35b7.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Avery Voss (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15274024#msg15274024)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> September 30th...early.<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> On the train to Dellban<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> This &nbsp;(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/73/90/b3/7390b3bba926bf0f8ebc785775231632.jpg)and these. (https://di2ponv0v5otw.cloudfront.net/posts/2019/11/16/5dd0c79879df27347ecb377b/m_5dd0c7d9fe19c74ae7406224.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mood:</span></span></strong> A little of this. &nbsp;(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ayxbY9mImKo&amp;list=PLrEtSdEyobxFi7XEagC-iCs_xvViGFrXh&amp;index=10)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Meeting Jack and heading to Dellban. <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Jack<br><hr><br>Avery was altogether delighted when he accepted her offer, especially considering he had appeared poised to decline. <br><br><em>"Right? You're welcome."</em> she smiled and gingerly selected one for herself, a doughnut filled with black currant jam and covered in powdered sugar. She did, indeed, like to live dangerously. <br><br><em>"You should eat that one too."&nbsp; </em><br><br>Pointing with her pinky finger at the second Vegan selection she added. <br><br><em>"I'm going to eat whatever I can't give away so I don't have to carry the box...and since I've already eaten two, you should probably save me from myself."</em> <br><br>Maybe it was a bit much and a bit soon to admit that she was shamelessly eating her third pastry of the morning...but shameless. Did he seem like the sort of person that was likely to be horrified by such a revelation? She didn't think so? <br><br>He was easy on the eyes, that much she did know... and he definitely had the most effortlessly fabulous hair she'd seen since California. <br><br><em>"So are you Vegan, or did that one just look the tastiest?"&nbsp; </em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - DunBroch Village</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>04-03-2020, 02:58:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/dc/df/ca/dcdfcad5f3cfe05fc98ad5cd14f9c567.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Jack Spratowski (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15284962#msg15284962)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> September 30th, 06:05<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> Train from Inverness<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> As pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size"> Mood:</span></span></strong> Ballpark-ish (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l7GB8IJs6ic)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Heading to Dellban<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong>&nbsp; Avery<br><hr><br><em>"You should eat that one too."</em>&nbsp; Jack's blue eyes narrowed slightly as his attention lingered on the way she pointed with her little finger. Only to let his attention slip back up to her face.&nbsp; She was confident and clearly comfortable with herself.&nbsp; He had just met her and he already felt at ease.&nbsp; He gave her a bright grin and she didn't need to tell him twice.&nbsp; He was quick to extract the second vegan pastry out of the box.<br><br>Nodding his head slightly as he spoke.&nbsp; "Vegan, yep."&nbsp; &nbsp;People who were vegan had all manner of reasons for doing it.&nbsp; He wasn't the type to get up on a soapbox and condemn people for their food choices.&nbsp; While he wasn't a fan of the idea of warehouses the size of football fields where chickens were stored in tiny cages it really just came down to the fact that he just couldn't process animal fats.&nbsp; It had taken way too long for him to figure that out but it was one of the dozens of emergency department visits where an ambitious doctor brought in a nutritionist peer.&nbsp; She figured out what was wrong in twenty minutes.<br><br>He reached out with the pastry held in one hand and extended it towards her in a manner of toast or a pastry-based fist-bump.<br><br>"To our next adventure Avery." , he gave her a confident, easy and altogether dangerous smile as he met her eyes. &nbsp;"I'm glad you're a part of mine."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - DunBroch Village</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>04-03-2020, 03:20:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a4/b4/1e/a4b41e36e10afcf72a7c0b00facd35b7.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Avery Voss (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15274024#msg15274024)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> September 30th...early.<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> On the train to Dellban<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> This &nbsp;(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/73/90/b3/7390b3bba926bf0f8ebc785775231632.jpg)and these. (https://di2ponv0v5otw.cloudfront.net/posts/2019/11/16/5dd0c79879df27347ecb377b/m_5dd0c7d9fe19c74ae7406224.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mood:</span></span></strong> A little of this. &nbsp;(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ayxbY9mImKo&amp;list=PLrEtSdEyobxFi7XEagC-iCs_xvViGFrXh&amp;index=10)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Meeting Jack and heading to Dellban. <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Jack<br><hr><br>She offered him a satisfied grin and after a "Dink it and sink it" Rhett &amp; Link style salute, took a full bite of her doughnut. <br><br>While she was the sort of girl that could get along with just about anyone, there was something particularly easy about her conversation with Jack. They could have been friends forever. They could have known all manner of intimate, even embarrassing things about one another and it would have still felt comfortable. <br><br>But then there was that grin. Wolfish almost, and one of her brows raised ever so subtly in recognition that it possessed a singularly cunning glint.<br><br>This guy was a smooth operator....not that she minded. <br><br><em>"I bet you say that to all the pretty young women." </em><br><br>She grinned, lips covered in confectioners sugar, her hair askew and her attire perfectly comfortable for travel but fully missing the mark on glamorous. Night and day between her and Miranda, so it was probably a good thing Avery didn't take herself too seriously. <br><br>After pausing just long enough for affect, she wiped the sugar off with the back of her hand and gave him the cup of oatmeal as well. <br><br><em>"They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach...but also, I don't envy you trying to eat Vegan while you're traveling. Sounds rough."</em><br><br>Which was her way of saying she wasn't taking "no" for an answer on the oatmeal, though she didn't press on his reasons for the restrictions. If he wanted to share that information, he would.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - DunBroch Village</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>04-03-2020, 04:03:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/dc/df/ca/dcdfcad5f3cfe05fc98ad5cd14f9c567.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Jack Spratowski (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15284962#msg15284962)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> September 30th, 06:05<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> Train from Inverness<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> As pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size"> Mood:</span></span></strong> Ballpark-ish (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l7GB8IJs6ic)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Heading to Dellban<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong>&nbsp; Avery<br><hr><br>She was very comfortable with herself or at least she did a great job of making it seem like she was.&nbsp; He bit his lower lip a moment as she smiled at him, her lips dusted with sugar and looking very much like dessert; herself.&nbsp; The second pastry she had given him was consumed as quickly as the first.&nbsp; It seemed like the more she fed him, the more hungry he realized he was.&nbsp; With his lips pressed together in a small, content smile, he exhaled slowly through his nostrils.&nbsp; Giving her another, warmer smile as she offered him her oatmeal.<br><br>He took the oatmeal she offered him, letting his fingers lightly brush against hers.&nbsp; His eyes on hers and letting the electric feeling of touching her wind it's way up his arm and nestle at the base of his neck like a happy, buzzing, tingling, little time bomb.<br><br>He shrugged in a non-committal way as he stuck the plastic spoon into the oatmeal.&nbsp; He was no longer looking at her, but the smile on his lips suggested that he knew she was watching him. &nbsp;"Nah...I only say stuff like that to the smart, young women that feed me."&nbsp; He said as he crunched the oatmeal contentedly.&nbsp; Shovelling in another spoonful and crunching more before he placed the spoon in his mouth upside down.&nbsp; Slowly drawing the spoon outward as though he was cleaning it before offering the spoon with what was left of the oatmeal to Avery.&nbsp; Lifting an eyebrow as if to offer to her what as left.<br><br>"And I'm out of my comfort zone with the travelling.&nbsp; Back home, when I travel for track, my coaches know my restrictions and they have everything prepared.&nbsp; They come just short of feeding me, themselves." , he offered her a playful grin.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - DunBroch Village</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>05-03-2020, 01:14:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a4/b4/1e/a4b41e36e10afcf72a7c0b00facd35b7.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Avery Voss (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15274024#msg15274024)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> September 30th...early.<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> On the train to Dellban<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> This &nbsp;(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/73/90/b3/7390b3bba926bf0f8ebc785775231632.jpg)and these. (https://di2ponv0v5otw.cloudfront.net/posts/2019/11/16/5dd0c79879df27347ecb377b/m_5dd0c7d9fe19c74ae7406224.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mood:</span></span></strong> Just a taste... &nbsp;(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z67vTcIiUrM&amp;list=RDMMHUgwM1Ky228&amp;index=2)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Meeting Jack and heading to Dellban. <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Jack<br><hr><br>There was a small, almost indiscernible twitch at the corner of her lips as his fingers brushed hers. She held the cup a fraction of a second longer than was necessary, her eyes meeting his with the same warmth as her smile and the barest glimmer of an impulse she didn't indulge. <br><br><em>"Likely story."</em> she teased, the doughnut held gently by two fingers in her other hand. <em>"Either that or you're perfectly accustomed to women feeding you...which seems like an altogether different conversation."</em><br><br>A brief silence passed between them as they both ate, her mind wandering innumerable paths, all of which seemed to lead directly back to how fucking great his smile was.<br><em><br>"So you're a runner?....That explains a lot." <br></em><br>The last bite of rich, sugary goodness disappeared past her still grinning lips before she wiped the sugar from her fingers on her pant leg, then graciously accepted the oatmeal and spoon. Not that she had a great want of more food, three pastries in and half a dozen yet to go, but she wasn't about to badger the poor guy into eating it if he didn't want it.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"With a setup like that, what brings you out here? I mean...I guess it's possible that you're so damned charming you'll convince coaches and young women across Scotland to feed you as well?"</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - DunBroch Village</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>06-03-2020, 02:23:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/dc/df/ca/dcdfcad5f3cfe05fc98ad5cd14f9c567.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Jack Spratowski (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15284962#msg15284962)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> September 30th, 06:05<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> Train from Inverness<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> As pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size"> Mood:</span></span></strong> Ballpark-ish (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l7GB8IJs6ic)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Heading to Dellban<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong>&nbsp; Avery<br><hr><br><em>"So you're a runner?....That explains a lot."</em><br><br>Her words elicited a small look of curiosity.&nbsp; Wondering what it was she really meant by that but she was moving onto getting into the real reason why he was here.&nbsp; Understandable really because he was very much thinking the same about her.&nbsp; She was...well...not what he was used to.&nbsp; He certainly didn't get the athletic vibe from her.&nbsp; That wasn't an indictment, it was just that in his relatively limited experience, girls that were amateur athletes didn't come with a box of pastries for snacking and sharing.<br><br>They generally weren't as...dynamic as Avery.&nbsp; Although it's not as though Jack would ever actually describe her as dynamic.<br><br>Fun?&nbsp; Yes.<br><br>Doable?&nbsp; Most assuredly.<br><br>So she wanted to know why he was here and there was the old flare inside of him...where he very much wanted to impress her.&nbsp; He wasn't an idiot though...at least not completely.&nbsp; Something told him that...NOT trying to impress her would actually impress her more?&nbsp; Maybe?&nbsp; He really shouldn't doubt his standard operating procedure when it came to young women but...what if he actually tried to NOT sleep with her?<br><br>"Decathlon." , he admitted.&nbsp; His blue eyes danced down to the oatmeal that she held in her hand still.&nbsp; "But...if I had to guess why I'm here on a full ride, I'd have to guess it's because I'm quick.&nbsp; I can move when I want to." He said all of that in a way that sounded altogether humble...a little too humble really.&nbsp; Practiced.&nbsp; "So what's your thing?&nbsp; What's your quickness?"<br><br>He motioned slightly with his chin towards the oatmeal.&nbsp; "And I'll finish that if you don't want it.&nbsp; I was just trying to impress you by sharing."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - DunBroch Village</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>07-03-2020, 04:18:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a4/b4/1e/a4b41e36e10afcf72a7c0b00facd35b7.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Avery Voss (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15274024#msg15274024)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> September 30th...early.<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> On the train to Dellban<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> This &nbsp;(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/73/90/b3/7390b3bba926bf0f8ebc785775231632.jpg)and these. (https://di2ponv0v5otw.cloudfront.net/posts/2019/11/16/5dd0c79879df27347ecb377b/m_5dd0c7d9fe19c74ae7406224.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mood:</span></span></strong> Just a taste... &nbsp;(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z67vTcIiUrM&amp;list=RDMMHUgwM1Ky228&amp;index=2)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Meeting Jack and heading to Dellban. <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Jack<br><hr><br>At least one past romantic interested had told her she was "a lot", and while she was reasonably certain he hadn't meant it as a compliment it had never deterred her from continuing to be "a lot"...much to her father's chagrin. As an Historian he kept fond company with the likes of silence and dusty old books. More than a few of his grey hairs came courtesy of Avery's demonstrative and lively nature. <br><br>Which brought her to present where she was unabashedly chatting up Jack as though they were pals. <br><br>Maybe so far as Avery was concerned, they were. <br><br><em>"So you're saying you've mastered your pole-handling technique..." </em><br><br>Her affable smile broadened to outright cheeky. Again, not taking herself (nor him) too seriously she took a modest bite of oatmeal then flipped the spoon upside down and cleaned it in a playful, almost affectionate mimic of his method. <br><br><em>"I'm very witty." </em><br><br>Carefully tucking the spoon back into place with the cup she offered it back to him. <br><br><em>"I also sing." </em><br><br>Because vocalist seemed too formal, and musician seemed like she was trying too hard. Contrary to what it must seem she did consider some of the things she said before she said them.<br><br><em>"And you're an excellent sharer, I'm suitably impressed." </em><br><br>Sharing was a thing for her. It said a lot about a person whether they did so easily, and he seemed to have no qualms about it whatsoever which was a significant mark in his favor. Right next to his smile again...and his hair...and now that subtle way he motioned with his chin. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - DunBroch Village</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>10-03-2020, 17:46:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/dc/df/ca/dcdfcad5f3cfe05fc98ad5cd14f9c567.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Jack Spratowski (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15284962#msg15284962)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> September 30th, 06:05<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> Train from Inverness<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> As pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size"> Mood:</span></span></strong> Ballpark-ish (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l7GB8IJs6ic)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Heading to Dellban<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong>&nbsp; Avery<br><hr><br>His warm, easy grin turned to one that turned a bit more subdued but also intimate.&nbsp; Avery was fun.&nbsp; She came right at you, head long and that sort of thing he could appreciate.&nbsp; He wasn't an idiot but he tended to think he wasn't smart enough (or patient enough) to deal with subtlety or sub-text.&nbsp; &nbsp; His eyes met hers and held them as she half flirted and half teased him.&nbsp; His eyebrows lifting slightly as he watched her with the spoon in her mouth and it elicited a slightly biting of his lower lip before laughing softly and speaking.<br><br>His broad shoulders shrugged slightly before he leaned forward, tilting and twisting in his seat some as he took off his jacket and crammed it atop his bag under the seat ahead of him.<br><br>"I'm alright at cranking my engine if I need to but it's like you pointed out."&nbsp; He gently but without hesitation took the oatmeal and spoon from her, seemingly not bothered by the fact that it had been in her mouth.&nbsp; He gave her a confident smile as he continued.&nbsp; "I'm an excellent sharer."<br><br>He took another spoonful of the oatmeal, aware of the fact that the plastic was now warm due to having been inside her mouth.&nbsp; He crunched the oatmeal enthusiastically before talking once more.<br><br>"If you can sing like I can run...then you're going to be extra problematic."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - DunBroch Village</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>11-03-2020, 03:13:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a4/b4/1e/a4b41e36e10afcf72a7c0b00facd35b7.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Avery Voss (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15274024#msg15274024)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> September 30th...early.<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> On the train to Dellban<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> This &nbsp;(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/73/90/b3/7390b3bba926bf0f8ebc785775231632.jpg)and these. (https://di2ponv0v5otw.cloudfront.net/posts/2019/11/16/5dd0c79879df27347ecb377b/m_5dd0c7d9fe19c74ae7406224.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mood:</span></span></strong> Just a taste... &nbsp;(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z67vTcIiUrM&amp;list=RDMMHUgwM1Ky228&amp;index=2)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Meeting Jack and heading to Dellban. <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Jack<br><hr>There was something remarkably intimate about sharing a spoon with someone. Even beyond the playful flirtation it felt... personal. Then his smile, genuine and captivating in turns, effortlessly matched the tone and she held his gaze for a few seconds longer because of it.<br><br>Her own grin never wavered. Never softened into something more serious, at least not yet. It was one thing to be unapologetically straightforward, but something altogether different to leave herself open to something more meaningful. <br><br><em>"Musical talent is higher on your list than crude jokes and mediocre oatmeal, hmm?" </em><br><br>She paused briefly, and gently folded the pastry box lid the remainder of the way closed, still teasing him as she continued.<br><br><em>"I guess it's my lucky day. Though I imagine you'll find no shortage of people willing to share. Not to generalize… But isn't that <strong>generally</strong> one of the perks of being an athlete?"</em><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - DunBroch Village</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>11-03-2020, 16:08:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/dc/df/ca/dcdfcad5f3cfe05fc98ad5cd14f9c567.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Jack Spratowski (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15284962#msg15284962)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> September 30th, 06:05<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> Train from Inverness<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> As pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size"> Mood:</span></span></strong> On point (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GTu5ltfX2dw)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Heading to Dellban<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong>&nbsp; Avery<br><hr><br>He took another spoonful of the oatmeal and crunched at it with purpose.&nbsp; Giving her an amused look as she suggested he valued singing more than crude jokes and oatmeal.&nbsp; He wasn't going to explain at this time just how women singing was his kryptonite.&nbsp; He barely knew her and while she was fun and she was definitely playful and it made him feel at ease.&nbsp; He didn't really need anyone here getting close enough to him to hear all of that.<br><br><em>"I guess it's my lucky day. Though I imagine you'll find no shortage of people willing to share. Not to generalize… But isn't that generally one of the perks of being an athlete?"</em><br><br>The look that appeared on his face was part surprise and part...impressed?&nbsp; She got straight to the point and it elicited quiet laughter from him.&nbsp; His shoulders lifted slightly in a shrug before he nodded his head a little.&nbsp; He was of the opinion that it was valuable to remind women whenever he had the chance that he was amazing.&nbsp; Avery...had a different vibe however and while she was attractive, had a great smile and smelled fantastic...he wasn't in a rush to do her just yet.&nbsp; So maybe he could just...relax some?<br><br>"Well...yeah.&nbsp; It depends on the track meet you're at but particularly at the international level", he nodded his head slightly and gave her a subdued and secretive smile.&nbsp; "People get down.&nbsp; In their defence it's a group of very fit, very dedicated people who are relatively free of obligation and expectation for the short amount of time that follows a competition so...they fuck."<br><br>His smile became more of a playful grimace.<br><br>"It's not a super-fit orgy of the beautiful people though.&nbsp; In fact most athletes fuck like they're competing.", he rolled his eyes slightly.&nbsp; "Like...they finish and then they're all...", even while seated he was able to do a pretty spot on impression of a gymnast when she lifts her chin, throws her arms up over her head and throws out her chest.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - DunBroch Village</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>12-03-2020, 00:47:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a4/b4/1e/a4b41e36e10afcf72a7c0b00facd35b7.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Avery Voss (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15274024#msg15274024)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> September 30th...early.<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> On the train to Dellban<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> This &nbsp;(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/73/90/b3/7390b3bba926bf0f8ebc785775231632.jpg)and these. (https://di2ponv0v5otw.cloudfront.net/posts/2019/11/16/5dd0c79879df27347ecb377b/m_5dd0c7d9fe19c74ae7406224.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mood:</span></span></strong> Just a taste... &nbsp;(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z67vTcIiUrM&amp;list=RDMMHUgwM1Ky228&amp;index=2)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Meeting Jack and heading to Dellban. <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Jack<br><hr><br>Avery didn't have a lot of time for people that didn't say what they meant. She wasn't one for games or social intrigue, a quality that was taken amiss with surprising regularity. It was something of a relief when he didn't and that the joking continued seemingly uninhibited. <br><br><em>"Please tell me you don't make that face." </em><br><br>She laughed quietly but without concern or constraint. <br><br><em>"I mean, don't get me wrong there's a time and place for fucking like you're goin' for gold...but I'm not really a one note sort of girl." </em><br><br>Admittedly, she was guessing he wasn't one note either. In her experience, one note didn't tend to equate with excellent sharing. Though, on the topic of sharing she leaned forward in her chair enough to speak through the small opening between the chairs in front of them. <br><br><em>"Psst...Olivia." </em><br><br>A dark haired girl with blue eyes and a cherub face turned and peeked through the gap back at Avery. <br><br><em>"There are a few left, do you want them?" </em><br><br>The young woman grinned and stood up long enough to received the offered box and Avery directed her full attention back to Jack, half turned to face him with her back toward the window. <br><br><em>"I'm also impressed that you stowed your bag, took off your coat, and pantomimed a gymnast all without so much as inching over the divide between our seats. <span class="bbc_u">That</span> takes talent." </em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - DunBroch Village</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>12-03-2020, 23:12:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/dc/df/ca/dcdfcad5f3cfe05fc98ad5cd14f9c567.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Jack Spratowski (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15284962#msg15284962)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> September 30th, 06:05<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> Train from Inverness<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> As pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size"> Mood:</span></span></strong> On point (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GTu5ltfX2dw)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Heading to Dellban<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong>&nbsp; Avery<br><hr><br><em>"Please tell me you don't make that face."</em> , he made a face that was one part smug smile and one part guilty as charged grimace in response to her statement.&nbsp; Being sure to give a generous shrug to emphasize the fact that he was an altogether breathtaking disaster.<br><br><em>"I mean, don't get me wrong there's a time and place for fucking like you're goin' for gold...but I'm not really a one note sort of girl."</em>&nbsp; His eyebrows lifted once more and he bit his lower lip.&nbsp; Hiding an amused smile and wondering just exactly what she meant by "a one note sort of girl."&nbsp; &nbsp;That was indeed a new one.&nbsp; Maybe it was a singing-nerd sort of thing? You know...if there are indeed singing-nerds?&nbsp; He didn't particularly get a nerd vibe from her though.&nbsp; When she leaned forward to the seats ahead for a moment he wondered if she was sortof leaning closer to him?&nbsp; It encouraged him to lean forward as well slightly wondering...well...was it a kiss she was looking for?<br><br>Only to realize at the last possible moment what she was up to and he turned his head to give the cute girl with the bright eyes named Olivia a seemingly planned and winning grin.&nbsp; He had turned his head but he was still aware of Avery as close as she was.&nbsp; As close as he was now, he could see faint freckles on her cheek and the bridge of her nose here and there.&nbsp; She was...lovely.<br><br><br><em>"I'm also impressed that you stowed your bag, took off your coat, and pantomimed a gymnast all without so much as inching over the divide between our seats. That takes talent."</em><br><br>Which only served to encourage him to sit back in his seat and once more he emphasized what he was saying by a slightly lifting of his shoulders.<br><br>"Well, you know...it's your space." , he said in a simple, matter-of-fact tone.&nbsp; Only to then offer her what was starting become a familiar but subdued smile as he leaned slightly towards her where she sat.<br><br>"So if you can sing and I can run.&nbsp; That's pretty...random.&nbsp; So if everyone on this train has their...thing.&nbsp; What's the deal with Dellban?&nbsp; Are you here on a full ride too?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - DunBroch Village</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>13-03-2020, 19:28:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a4/b4/1e/a4b41e36e10afcf72a7c0b00facd35b7.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Avery Voss (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15274024#msg15274024)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> September 30th...early.<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> On the train to Dellban<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> This &nbsp;(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/73/90/b3/7390b3bba926bf0f8ebc785775231632.jpg)and these. (https://di2ponv0v5otw.cloudfront.net/posts/2019/11/16/5dd0c79879df27347ecb377b/m_5dd0c7d9fe19c74ae7406224.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mood:</span></span></strong> Bigger than cheese and macaroni... (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t1XFRh9B2WE)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Meeting Jack and heading to Dellban. <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Jack<br><hr>There was a fraction of a second where it seemed Avery might have recognized he was leaning in for a different reason than to hear her exchange with Olivia, but it passed quickly. She offered him an almost conspiratorial grin that was as characteristically Avery as his subdued grin was for him. <br><br>Olivia had smiled at him too, a saccharine but utterly genuine smile that somehow made her pretty pink cheeks even rosier. <br><br>Just before she disappeared shyly from view Avery made introductions between her and Jack, then returned to the conversation.<br><br><em>"Well, you know...it's your space." </em><br><br>She shrugged.<br><br>“I usually don’t mind…I guess I’m not great at boundaries?”<br><br>Not that she meant to be disrespectful or inconsiderate, just that she was an exuberant, affectionate young woman that got carried away in fits of excitability..and sometimes forgot that not everyone wanted to hug or hold hands. <br><br>Leaning closer, presumably for discretion sake, she gave him a somewhat skeptical look. <br><br>“I am…but don’t you think that’s a big assumption? I mean, Universities give out scholarships all the time…it doesn’t mean that everyone on this train has one.”<br><br>Thus far she hadn’t asked anyone else that question, though she should have. <br><br>“We could take a poll while everyone disembarks.”<br><br>Avery laughed…or perhaps it was more of one short, half-amused chuckle. <br><br>“I’m kidding…”<br><br>“Kind of kissing..” she stammered, laughing again but this time out of embarrassment as she hastily amended. “I mean kidding.”<br><br>"Please forget I even opened my mouth..." <br><br>Wishful thinking, probably...but at least she was still smiling.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - DunBroch Village</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>17-03-2020, 20:46:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/dc/df/ca/dcdfcad5f3cfe05fc98ad5cd14f9c567.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Jack Spratowski (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15284962#msg15284962)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> September 30th, 06:05<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> Train from Inverness<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> As pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size"> Mood:</span></span></strong> On point (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GTu5ltfX2dw)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Heading to Dellban<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong>&nbsp; Avery<br><hr><br>So there were things he wanted to make sure Avery understood.&nbsp; She was likeable, exuberant and charming.&nbsp; He'd hate to squash that.&nbsp; When she shrugged in response to him explaining that her space was just that...her space.&nbsp; He didn't want her thinking he had issues with people in his space.&nbsp; Particularly people like her.<br><br>It was something to talk about but he suspected there was going to be a neverending supply of things for the two of them to discuss.<br><br>Case in point was her response to his question about people attending Dellban.<br><br><em>“I am…but don’t you think that’s a big assumption? I mean, Universities give out scholarships all the time…it doesn’t mean that everyone on this train has one.”</em><br><br>His lips parted slightly in surprise as he realized he was sounding altogether like a tin-foil hat maniac.<br><br>Or...you know...a street-kid.&nbsp; He'd learned the hard way that if someone was offering something for free; more often than not it wasn't free and came with a cost.&nbsp; Sometimes that cost was a good deal more than expected or wanted.&nbsp; It was difficult to turn that off.&nbsp; He felt foolish for coming off like a bit of an idiot there but Avery did an amazing job of mixing up the word kidding with kissing and smoothed things over almost immediately.<br><br>His eyebrows shot upwards when she playfully said, <em>“Kind of kissing..”</em>&nbsp; She was met with an altogether triumphant smile.&nbsp; It meant that his moment where he had leaned in to definitely not kiss her a few moments earlier wasn't a complete misread on his part...and it managed to make him forget suggesting like a psycho that there was something nefarious going on at Dellban.<br><br><em>"Please forget I even opened my mouth..."</em><br>, he crunched his oatmeal joyously.&nbsp; Only to swallow and then laugh quietly.&nbsp; <br><br>"Yeah...I'm not forgetting you any time soon!"<br><br>She had leaned closer and he slipped down lower in his chair and leaned closer to her.&nbsp; His voice dropped to a more quiet tone as he spoke.<br><br>"So you don't need to worry about boundaries with me.&nbsp; My space?&nbsp; Is your space.&nbsp; I just meant that your space might still be your space and I'm not gonna be a shit about it."<br><br>He gave her a smile that was less rehearsed and a good deal more genuine than anything she'd seen to date with him.<br><br>"So...you're right about the school.&nbsp; I see cracks where there aren't any." , he shook his head slightly and looked back to her and let his eyes hold hers.&nbsp; "I definitely need to stop doing that...especially here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dellban University - DunBroch Village</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosima</strong> on <strong>21-03-2020, 23:34:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a4/b4/1e/a4b41e36e10afcf72a7c0b00facd35b7.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></span></strong> Avery Voss (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15274024#msg15274024)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Date | Time:</span></span></strong> September 30th...early.<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></span></strong> On the train to Dellban<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Outfit:</span></span></strong> This &nbsp;(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/73/90/b3/7390b3bba926bf0f8ebc785775231632.jpg)and these. (https://di2ponv0v5otw.cloudfront.net/posts/2019/11/16/5dd0c79879df27347ecb377b/m_5dd0c7d9fe19c74ae7406224.jpg)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mood:</span></span></strong> Bigger than cheese and macaroni... (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t1XFRh9B2WE)<br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Content:</span></span></strong> Meeting Jack and heading to Dellban. <br><strong><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Tagging:</span></span></strong> Jack<br><hr><br>Her cheeks flushed pink which only seemed to emphasize her freckles. He didn’t seem to mind, in fact he seemed quite satisfied with himself so she fell back into the easy rhythm of not taking herself too seriously. <br><br>The silence was brief and she shifted just enough to gently rest sideways against the back of her seat. There was a moment where she might have kissed him. They were barely a breath apart as her eyes slowly traced the handsome lines of his face and she smiled, a small, private smile just for him. <br><br><em>“I’ll endeavor not to make a nuisance of myself.” </em><br><br>It might have been a lie, but it was offered with enough charm to make it believable. <br><br>The smooth transition of subjects, and the early indications of their impending arrival at Dellban eased her away from the acquaintance-kissing precipice. But just barely.<br><br><em>“I’m not saying you’re wrong…I just think we need more data before we draw any conclusions.”</em> Still grinning, her tone maintained the quiet intimacy he had established. <br><br>Just because she had decided against kissing him, didn’t mean she wasn’t going to continue giving him a hard time. <br>
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