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Post by Willow Rivera on Nov 24, 2006 17:05:17 GMT -5
Willow walked down the hallway from her room. She had just unpacked and touched up the room to her liking, before deciding to head out. She walked down the stairs leading to the ground floor. As she did, she noticed how it was almost empty with the exception of a few freshmen looking for their rooms. She rolled her eyes remembering her first day here, and how she thought she would never survive. She had managed to attain the key to the wrong room, trip one of the seniors and watch them fall on their face, and spill her tea down her top, which just happened to be white. She rubbed her temple with her head, ignoring the throught.
She reached the cafeteria and strode over to the vending machine. She pulled out a dollar from her back pocket and pulled out a dollar. She put it into the machine and pressed the number for a bottle of water. She took it out of the bottom of the machine and snapped it open. She drank some of it and seeing nothing better to do, sat down at a nearby table, crossing her legs.
ooc: Sorry about that...
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Post by Jack Moretti on Nov 24, 2006 22:10:42 GMT -5
College life had always been appealing to Jack. Not the actual school part of it of course, but the dorms, the parties, and the relationships all had a spontaneous flare, rivaled only by night clubs. And thanks to his father, he could do the most outrageous crap and get away with it. After all, there was no way good ol' dad would let him be kicked out.
Jack considered all this as he walked into the cafeteria. He reached into his inside jacket pocket to check that he had his fake ID before smoothing out his jacket and shirt. He reached into his carefully ironed pants pockets and pulled out a thin designer wallet, extracting a couple bills from it. He would eat here before leaving for the club.
He plopped his tray onto the garbage can with a lazy motion of his hand. He hated cafeteria food. But he also didn't want to be some loner at a restaurant. He got a soda can from the machine and cracked it open, grumbling when a few drops hit his suit.
After said dilema was over, he took a moment to look around the room. Some kids were packed into a few back tables, guffawing loudly. A small group of skanky looking chicks were eating petite salads at another. His eyes then fell on an Indian-looking girl alone at a table. She looked thoughtful, but that was not to stop Jack. He strolled over in that lazy way he did, and stood on the other side of the table.
"Mind if I sit here?"
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Post by Willow Rivera on Nov 24, 2006 22:18:59 GMT -5
"Wearing that?" Willow said giving him a look. Her eyes ran him up and down before she focused on his eyes. They caught her attention. "But seeming as though there is no one else around here, go ahead." She really didn't mean for anything she said to come out the way it had. The more she looked at him, the more she regretted saying it. She opened her water bottle again and took a sip, then motion for him to sit. She had never seen him before, which struck her as odd. He obviously knew cafeteria food, and it's consequences. "I'm Willow." She said softly, almost as if speaking too loudly would make her say something stupid.
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Post by Jack Moretti on Nov 24, 2006 22:39:14 GMT -5
Jack wasn't used to being insulted, especially not by the other sex. He narrowed his eyes but slightly and looked down at his suit. "It's Armani," he grumbled defensively. He was slightly annoyed, but sat anyways, not out of wanting to be polite, but out of curiousity of a girl who would dare to mock him. Even so he allowed his eyes to wander the room.
At least until she spoke again. He almost didn't catch it, but he managed to barely grasp it. Willow. It was definitely a unique name, but he liked it. He looked her up and down critically, taking in her Native American features. She was attractive, but in a casual and unique way. And it wasn't often you saw an Indian at this school, or in this town.
"Jack." He couldn't think of anything else to say. With a start he realized he was still staring at her, and once again returned to studying the room, although he wasn't seeing a damn thing.
Wearing that?
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Post by Willow Rivera on Nov 24, 2006 23:03:27 GMT -5
Willow stared around the room, unable to meet his gaze. She heard his name and nodded, smiling slightly. That name would probably not leave her for a time. She could see him looking at her out of the corner of her eye, but she thought it uncomfortable to say anything. She wanted to talk to him, but could think of nothing to say. So she turned her head and looked at him, calmly taking in his features. He was certaintly cute. "What year are you?" she asked curiously. She tried to take her eyes away from him, but couldn't. She simply couldn't. Her brown and golden eyes were locked on his face, calmly, kindly.
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Post by Jack Moretti on Nov 25, 2006 0:03:52 GMT -5
Jack smashed back into reality when she spoke, and turned his attention back to her. Damn she was pretty. At first he hadn't really noticed, which was quite unlike his character. But she grew on him. He began to notice her eyes, the brown and gold depths that were positively stunning when you looked at them for a long time.
"I'm a sophomore. And you?"
She seemed to have relaxed a bit, and so Jack did, too. He sat back in his chair and rested his ankle on his opposite knee, slouching a bit, but not so much as to rinkle his suit. His soda lay untounched on the table, and decided it needed to be tended to. He picked it up and sipped carefully, not wanting to spill.
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Post by Willow Rivera on Nov 25, 2006 9:44:26 GMT -5
"Junior. I love watching all the freshmen walk in. They do everything that shophomores, juniors, and seniors, no enough not to." Willow looked over to the stairs and watched a couple of them clambering up them, reading the papers they recieved for all their classes, rooms, and everything else the college had to offer. She laughed silently, the memory of her first day still there.
She looked up at him again. The more she seemed to, the more she seemed to want to stay and talk. A few strands of hair found their way over her shoulder and she flipped them back. Her eyes never seemed to break their trance on his face.
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Post by Jack Moretti on Nov 25, 2006 14:54:27 GMT -5
Jack chuckled softly at this. He remembered his first days at his old college. No wait... he didn't. He had been too drunk to remember anything from those days, let alone how other freshman were doing. He had dove right into the parties, right into the alcohol, without waiting.
He watched some freshmen chattering excitedly over a magazine, and rolled his eyes slightly. He suddenly became aware of her stare, and turned to look at her. She just kept staring. He shifted a bit, unsure of the next topic.
"So... what are your hobbies?"
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Post by Willow Rivera on Nov 25, 2006 14:58:28 GMT -5
Willow took her gaze away uncomfortably. She stared down at her hands, folded in her lap, blushing slightly. A small smile tugged at her lips, more to keep herself from being humiliated than anything. She snapped back to attention and looked at him before answering.
"Anything to do with the enviorment really. I used to play soccer in High School. And you?" She asked. She found herself once again unable to break the gaze. Alright, he may be hot, but that is no reason to act stupid. She told herself calmly. She cleared her throat, swept her hair back, and looked at him, taking things a bit more serious...now that she had composed herself.
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Post by Jack Moretti on Nov 25, 2006 15:17:01 GMT -5
Jack simply nodded at her hobbies, not giving away whether or not he approved. In truth, he wasn't sure what to think. Who was really interested in the environment these days? Sure there were once the preservationists, the conservationists, but those were ancient history to be sure. Now all anyone cared about was big business and conspicuously consuming.
"I'm more of a surfer. But I'm into any sport, really. Soccer's cool. I'm also a big fan of clubbing." He was unsure of how she would take the clubbing thing. Some of the more conservative women found it less that admirable.
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Post by Willow Rivera on Nov 25, 2006 15:25:28 GMT -5
"Ahhh, yes. Clubbing. While my father was alive he would make sure I never would go to a club. I thought it pointless, if I was just going to do it anyways. I went clubbing alot my senior year with my friends, but not so much here." Willow explained. She suddenly had a longing to have fun. She hated being the straight A student, and so perfect all the time. She sighed quietly. "Do you go often?" She asked, her eyes reflecting her interest.
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Post by Jack Moretti on Nov 25, 2006 15:34:03 GMT -5
Jack grinned. Perfect, she liked clubbing. This meant she was into having fun.
"Very often. I was actually about to go to one before I saw you." He paused to think a moment before asking. "Want to go with?" Suddenly everything depended on her answer, and he waited with anticipation for it. He always got excited about clubbing, and even more excited when he wasn't going by himself. The fact that he could be going with a gorgeous girl was all the more thrilling.
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Post by Willow Rivera on Nov 25, 2006 15:40:38 GMT -5
Willow thought for a moment. It would be nice to stop being such a goodie goodie for once. "Alright." She stood up and threw the empty water bottle into the trash can. "Where to?"
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Post by Jack Moretti on Nov 25, 2006 18:53:29 GMT -5
"A great place not too far from here. You'll like it," he said, grinning. He also threw his empty can away, and strolled out the door.
((I'll make the post in the Night Life.))
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Post by Willow Rivera on Nov 25, 2006 23:02:02 GMT -5
ooc: Alright. Sorry about the short post before, I was booted off and had to go.
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