Bryn Davies. 21. Chemical Engineering.

"reality soon turns dreaming into a deceitful thing"

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Anyone else have a special hatred for teachers who schedule finals at 8PM?

[bengrayson-blog]

Good to hear. You headed home this holiday?

[bryndavies-bd]

I.. Don't think so. I usually only go home for the summer... You?

[bengrayson-blog]

Anyone else have a special hatred for teachers who schedule finals at 8PM?

[bengrayson-blog]

Hey, Brynnie. It’s been awhile, how you holding up during the end of this hellish semester?

[bryndavies-bd]

I think... Pretty good. You?

[bengrayson-blog]

Anyone else have a special hatred for teachers who schedule finals at 8PM?

[bryndavies-bd]

I think just about everybody does.

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[isladavidsonthedancer-blog-deac]

Been pretty busy with classes...

[isladavidsonthedancer-blog-deac]

I’m a bit tired, but other than that I’m great! How are you?

[bryndavies-bd]

I've been really busy with classes lately, more than usual. But I'm good, thank you. Are you new here?

[5tephanie]

[kaylamari3]

[andy-wooldridge-deactivated2013]

My grades are dropping like flies in heat.

[andy-wooldridge-deactivated2013]

I’m just doing really bad in school. 

Gus is going to be so pissed

[bryndavies-bd]

Oh.. I'd offer to help but I don't think I know anything about your major..

[andy-wooldridge-deactivated2013]

My grades are dropping like flies in heat.

Shit.

[bryndavies-bd]

What's going on?

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You should come. It’s always a real good time, plus I’ll see you there…

[bryndavies-bd]

I don't know if that's um... My idea of a 'good time'.. Thanks though.

[isladavidsonthedancer-blog-deac]

Been pretty busy with classes...

[isladavidsonthedancer-blog-deac]

No… I don’t think so. Hi, Bryn! I’m Isla!

[bryndavies-bd]

Hi Isla, how are you?

[calebduncan-blog]

Hey, there’s gonna be a huge rager tomorrow night at one of the frat houses off campus - that where everybody’s going?

[bryndavies-bd]

N-not everybody.

[isladavidsonthedancer-blog-deac]

Been pretty busy with classes...

I’ve been inside so long that it almost hurts to be in the sun light!

How is everyone else going?

[bryndavies-bd]

Have we.. Met? I'm Bryn.

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Out To Dinner: Bre/Bryn

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Bre raised an eyebrow and smirked as she gazed at the ever-falling snow of Bryn shredding her napkin in a nervous panic. Bryn was as easy to read as a children’s book sometimes - she never did too well when trying to mask her anxieties or moods, be they happy or sad. She thought back to the two of them laying out on the green, talking, and the imminent sadness in Bryn’s voice and eyes. Yet again, she wondered where they came from before pushing the thought away and moving back to the conversation at hand.

“Slow down there, cowgirl,” she reassured, “I’m not digging for anything. I just thought he’s cute is all - and isn’t that guy a pretty big deal?”

She knew Caleb Duncan was most definitely a big deal - Bre may have hated Texas and a lot of the south on principle, but she’d been bred into football fandom as a lifestyle and made it a point to be well educated about it wherever she went. Caleb was a promising athlete that had come out of one of the Carolinas, she didn’t remember which, then pulled a switcheroo when he decided to eschew the offer from his home state university and jump to Richardson. Smart move, in Bre’s opinion - best to make yourself a big fish in a medium sized pond and get more attention. He and Eli seemed to share the spotlight pretty efficiently, which surprised her even more, knowing football player egos. Then again, as far as football players went, you couldn’t find more laid back than Eli. 

“Just saying, he seemed mighty flirty. Then again, it’s probably his default setting.”

[bryndavies-bd]

At Bre's reassuring, Bryn did indeed slow down - she stopped entirely, in fact. There was something about the other girl that just comforted her, seemed like she could protect her. She brushed all of the pieces into a pile and into the remaining piece of cloth, crumpling it up so nothing fell on the floor and sliding it into the middle of the table. 

"Yeah, he's really promising apparently. I can see it, too." Bryn didn't mind having Bre know that she knew quite a bit about sports, as it was something that she had loved to do. She kept up with it when she was at home with her brother, and she missed when they would watch the superbowl together and cheer on different teams just for the heck of playful arguing, although they almost always rooted for the same side. "I guess he's cute.. Y-yeah." Bryn shrugged her minor stutter off.

"He told me he could get me some good seats for a friend and I some time, to go to one of his games. I'm thinking about it just for the football aspect of things..." Putting emphasis on the 'just' of that sentence, attempting to assure herself of the fact more than Bre. "Yeah, he flirts with everybody so I don't r-really think it's a big deal."

[bre-booker-rp]

Out To Dinner: Bre/Bryn

[bre-booker-rp]

Nodding as she perused the menu as well, she sighed after Bryn’s assessment. She and Hazel really WEREN’T good friends, not yet anyway - not enough time had passed to build much on. Plus, she had barely seen her since the birthday/paper dinner, and that was through no fault of Hazel’s as Bre had barely any time for Gus, let alone most of the friends she was trying to keep. Sometimes she wondered if the job had been such a good idea after all…then she checked her wallet and was reminded that yes, it most definitely was. 

“Well, I dunno…” she said with some resignation, “I guess if she doesn’t wanna be friends with me because of this, I can’t change her mind. I don’t wanna lose a friendship over a relationship that I don’t even know IS a relationship, but I’m not gonna lose out on someone I’m interested in just because someone else didn’t act when she had every chance to.” 

Though it was thinly veiled and she said no names, she was pretty sure Bryn would deduce the conversation. As long as she didn’t go talking about it to other people, it wasn’t something Bre was concerned about, and Bryn frankly didn’t seem to want to talk about the weather with other people, much less personal secrets. Hell, Bryn still had something riding around on her back that she wasn’t telling anyone about, and it was obvious to anyone who knew the weight of keeping a big secret. After ordering a sesame chicken something-or-another, Bre sipped her water and leaned forward, lacing her fingers together conspiratorially. 

“So… saw you on the green getting hit on by that Caleb guy from the football team. That anything?”

[bryndavies-bd]

"That's a good way to think of it, actually. If she had the chance before, then it's only fair that you seize your own opportunity." She felt that in any situation, if you have an opportunity to take, you shouldn't let it fly by just because someone else was given the same opportunity and didn't take it.

Bryn didn't think that Bre needed much help with any of her relationships, whether they were friendships or more than that. She could obviously take care of herself, and she had not explicitly requested advice on anything, so the girl didn't bother giving her any. Not that she was anywhere near the first person someone should come to for advice on relationships. She could barely hold a socially acceptable conversation with a guy, no less be alone in a room with one. She wasn't offended that she hadn't asked for advice, not at all. She was pretty relieved about it actually. Not having to make up something that sounded right but was probably not at all helpful was a good thing in her case.

The way that Bre looked at her gave Bryn the sense that there was an inquisitive question coming, and she was right. "Oh... Caleb, yeah. Um... He's uh, he's nice and.. He's nice and stuff." She paused to catch her breath and started ripping little fluffy white bits and pieces off of her napkin and piling them in front of her and the table. "What sort of anything?"

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