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(( Signaling that I will be on hiatus till the 8th of August. I apologize to all, but I am overloaded due to the dancing festival scheduled next week on top of my work. I will try to sneak and get online, but nothing is guaranteed. I apologize to everyone in advance! ))
Going Back
dirkstridersau:
"Yeah. I don’t know anyone like that. I know a sophomore named Roxy. She’s just a bit liberal with alcohol. But really she’s great." He told him, and uncrossed his arms.
"Oh, I think I do know that certain lass. Well, by name I mean. It is hard to miss a lady with such... reputation." He drawled out. He usually did not hear rumors, but he had seen Miss Lalonde more than once while she sported a light blush to her cream white cheeks, and it was hard not to draw conclusions when the evidences were this apparent.
Two's A Company
Returning to the studious lifestyle was always a challenge for an adventurous lad like himself. Being tied down was something he resented, and the routine of the university was but a chore on its own. However, what made it far easier, was the presence of his friends. Lads and lasses of all kind, Archaeology was the one point that joined them, and each year, they would trade stories and adventures. He never was one to gloat; but he would lie if he said he didn’t like the looks of awe his friends would throw his way when he showed them his relics.
Though there was a tiny problem this year. He did arrive way too friggin’ early and none of them were present. He left a moment earlier to find them, and his researches came out rather unsuccessful. He did meet a rather dashing lad – Dirk – nonetheless. He was quite the man; if the red-hair did not quite suit him though. Oh, each man his tastes, of course, and he was not one to judge!
Going back to his room, he pondered if his roommate would be in. He quite hoped they wouldn’t be like the ones last year. His comrade, while one of the most valuable friends, was still far worse than him in terms of keeping the room tidy. At least he would only mess his side of the chamber, not both! The wind pulled out another shiver from him, making goosebumps trail on the hair of his legs and hands, as he cursed his forgetfulness again. Fortunately, he was close to his dorm room, as he marched toward it at a leveled up speed, then opened the door unexpectedly.
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"A certain junior argues that with the fact I said his name wrong. But back to the original question: Who are your friends?" He asked and crossed him arms. Not in an annoyed manner. Just like he’s thoughtful.
Jake tried to stifle the chuckle that threatened to escape, but ended up failing. He didn't want the other to think that he was purposefully mocking him, but he couldn't help but laugh at his remark. His accent, albeit quite endearing, was still different, and the comment was pretty funny. "Ah, well." He coughed, before regaining his composure. "Most of them are Archaeology majored, like myself. The closest one being a female with long dark hair that arrives to her mid-back and burgundy eyes."
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dirkstridersau:
"Yeah. I’m working on the accent because it butchers everything. Sorry." He xplained. He smiled slightly sin Jake seemed uncomfortable with his deadpan expression.
"Oh actually, your accent is endearing, pal." He admitted, grinning back lightly. He was glad the icy air that was emitted by Dirk's stoic mask was broken, since it made him much more comfortable. It was as if the man did not even have emotions! And a smile actually looks good on him - it enlightens his features, he dully noted.
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Dirk nodded, “Nice. I used to make mudpies when it actually rained in west Texas.” He looked at Jake’s eyes. They looked emerald or forest-like. They were nice.
"Why archeology?’
He was not going to lie and say the man didn't make him a bit uncomfortable. With a poker face that did not change even once in their conversation and silly pointy shades that covered his eyes - how couldn't he? But Dirk's words remained friendly, as far as he was concerned, and it contradicted with his body language, and somewhat confused him. Though he was not one to shy away from something as little as this, that is for sure, it was still... uncomfortable, to those unaccustomed to being subjected to the red-haired male's overall attitude.
"Because I'm an adventurer, my good pal, and Archaeology will enable you to do just that: adventure!" He knew he must sound a bit goofy, with all his 'adventure' talk, since others noted many times he sounded like an overgrown child wanting to be Spiderman. Though they usually stop commenting once they saw how serious he was about it - and well, when he mentions his skills at firearms. "Ah, and, am I safe to assume that you come from Texas, then?"
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dirkstridersau:
"Robotics and engineering. But really my friends are all upperclassmen. Since I’m closer to their ages then the freshman. I’m nineteen. Just took a spare year." He explained, "You seem like the one who likes to dig in the mud still. What are you going for?"
"Ah, robotics eh? I'm not really the abreast of the raddest jargon in technology, you see." And it was particularly true. He had always been an outdoorsy person, even when he was little, and while he did appreciate movies and to chat, he wasn't in for it as deep as most. Sure, he liked to play video games as much as the next young adult does, and carried around a cellphone like every sensible human being, but when it came down to it, once you step up the level for him, he would absond immediately. "Aces! You've got yourself a bulleye there, Strider! I'm an Archaeology student. Pretty much fan of digging untapped relics and wandering around in the wilds." He admitted. Usually, people would roll their eyes at him by now, and some may even just 'advise' him to get a degree that would actually assure him a future, though he preferred to ignore scoundrels like these. He liked to refer to himself as an adventurer, and might as well have been all his life, he was not going to change just because of a much of whatsits thought it was improbable!!
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dirkstridersau:
Dirk nodded and took his hand, “I’m Dirk Strider, yeah. I’ve been here about a week.” He said and pulled off the stupid beanie since he’d just gotten off work. The only evidence of this was the oil and grease on his forearms.
Dirk gave off an aura of matriculate organization. While the other looked neat he seemed to be very scattered to Dirk.
"Who are your Jerkwad friends? I might know them."
"Welcome aboard then, pal!" Jake chirped, his other hand coming up to heavily pat Dirk on the shoulder. "And nah, no offence lad, but if you're now, I don't think you'll recognize them. They're sophomores." He grinned and scratched his neck, looking sheepishly at the other guy. He wasn't really socially awkward, but sometimes, he oversteps his boundaries and hurts other people since his replies are pretty much spontaneous. Dirk is a new figure as well, he didn't really know what offends the jargon, so he'll just do what he does best; roll with it and apologies in case things go wrong. "But anyway! What are you in for? You struck me like a mad scientist kind of guy!"
Caught With His Hand in the Cookie Jar
The first thing he forgot about the university, is supposedly how chilly it could be compared to his precious grandmother's pacific island. Usually, he does have a distaste of wearing heavy clothing - they could be such a bummer and constricts your movements, a lad may never know when adventure will call for him! - and as such, he restrains from wearing coats and jackets. However, in desperate times calls desperate measures, and he does have a forest green jacket he particularly adores. But since he can be quite the bone head, he promptly forgot it in his room in your 'stack-most-of-your-cloth-and-books-anywhere' daze. Going back to retrieve seemed utterly pointless by now. Plus, what is a bit of dadblasted wind in front of a dashing adventurer?????? Walking outside of the campus, he stubbornly ignored the slight shivers that went through him. Last year, he remembered a store located at the turn of the road, shaded due to the street lights being forever broken. He held no interest for the store itself, but it was its owner he was after. Said man was a good chum of his, their camaraderie being based on renting the male's weapons and chit chatting about various firearm updates. It was a bit on the outlaw side, but since he could not smuggle his own guns in the university, he had to make due with the conditions offered to him. Well, down point is, the store was still up and about, and after a few 'welcome back' and 'good to see you still up in the business ol'pal!', he had managed to rent double pistols. They were M9 Beretta gun, quite old and not exactly the top noch he always wanted, but they could make due in a pinch. Trotting toward the forgotten garbage-filled field took a bit of time, since it was a bit far away from the university, but marching had never been a trouble for him, as his body was long used to hours of hiking and the likes. Though he was still overjoyed to see that the field was still open, as he feared they would have cleared it up and actually done something useful with the land. Smirking to himself, he quickly set up a few targets, and barely seconds have passed before he started his practice. Bullets shots resonated through the air, their amount increasing as the time passed. His ears were long used to the sound. In the island, where creatures dwelled at all times, he couldn't really afford the luxury to properly protect them. It was something his parents always scolded him for, while his grandmother only nodded in understanding. Ah, yet another difference between his guardians.
Half an hour passed and he got lost in the sensation. He would guilty admit that a good part of his passion for adventures did reside in his love for firearms. He was at his utmost form when he felt its comfortable weight in his hands, palm wrapped around it, ready to shoot at any given moment. He would pretend all he likes, but most of the creature populating his island weren't all that aggressive, but one can never be too careful. Though even in his daze, his ears managed to pick out the sound of shuffling behind him. Caught with his hand in the sack, his eyes widened, as he turned around, changing the direction of the shot he was in the middle of lunching, as it ended up piercing a large metal can on his left.
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dirkstridersau:
Dirk was walking around campus, He’d been there for a couple days and got his summer project caught up, now with more free time he was scouting for new faces. His red hair stuffed unceremoniously under a beanie, hair gel and autmachenics don’t go very well.
He saw Jake and moved towards him, “Hey. Are you looking for someone?”
Jake scouted the area for any familiar faces, but didn't spot any. Well, frankly, he did arrive two days earlier. The wind inside the university made him shiver, since he didn't sport his jacket, having left it in his dorm due to all the hazard of 'cleaning' the room and putting away his cloth. Though he did regret it now, as the air was a bit chilly, being used to the ever-increasing heat of his grandmother's pacific island. The temperature of said island never dropped below 20 degrees, and that was in the midst of winter. From the corner of his eyes, he saw the red-haired man approach, and when he spoke, a wide boyish grin curved his lips meant for a friendly greeting. It was the first time he saw the male before - maybe he was new? "Aye, lad. Though I think my jerkwads of friends did not grace us with their presence yet." He uttered, before extending his hand to the other male. "Name's Jake English! I personally haven't seen you before, are you new here?"
Going Back
To say that he was conflicted was an understatement. On one hand, he wanted to stay on the island. Unpopulated, wild and vast Island, where relics remain buried in the earth and lands persisted to be undiscovered. Solitude amidst the silence of the flora and fauna lured him, till he was craving more and more each year. Also, there was his grandmother. Oh old and wise grandmother, forever at his side to help him out during his discoveries, life-saving advices stocked away, always ready for him to use, all the while still showering with the faithful and devoted love only a grandma can offer to her grandson. On the other hand, though, there were his friends and families, and he missed them greatly. His heart was divided between his passion for adventures and the bond he shares with his close ones, and at times like these, it felt as if he was going to split with the duality of his emotions.
But reality waited for no one, and especially not for a melancholic lad searching to bogart time. Facts still remains the same; it was time for him to go back to his studious life. It was hard enough for him to break free from his parent’s holds, and frankly, quite embarrassing, as his mother solemnly refused to let him go, even at the entrance of the university. He is sure rumors about the whatsist champ that was bantering his way through the cafeteria, all the while sporting his mother next to him, were going to be passed around for the next century or so. His father did nothing but smiled fondly, and he couldn’t help but grumble darkly and think that they actually cahooted it before giving him a ride back to his dorm room.
Red-faced at the memories of earlier this afternoon, he merely continued putting his items away from the cardboard box. Of course, the tedious task will take forever if he was to accomplish it properly, so instead, he stuffed his cloths inside the closet and crammed his books in the cupboard. The only thing he was willing to put away safely was his guns; but given that firearms are forbidden inside the dorms, or anywhere on university properties, he did not bring them with him. In twenty minutes max, he was finished, and his room was messier than a warthog pig. But he was done none the less! Not one to waste idle time in his room, he exited it, having the full intention of scouting the area till he spotted a familiar face.
