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@maliajaz
(mookda narinrak , cis woman, she/her) have you met MALI ANUMAN yet? you know, the 24 year old GRADUATE student majoring in DANCE. ring a bell yet? every time i walk past their dorm i hear MISSED CALL BY KELELA blasting through the door. everyone who meets them say they’re ASSIDUOUS but can also be a little PUGNACIOUS guess when you meet them you’ll figure that out yourself. — Rena, 27, cst, n/a
sports/clubs/connections: astronomy, theatre.
starter: closed // location: after yoga class // jazzy : @maliajaz
"I swear I felt like today you purposely pushed me to my limit in yoga, it's like you had a vendetta against me." Elara pouted to Jazzy. "I'm a peak athlete but this literally kicked my butt. I'm going to make the other members of the team come to this now." She said before taking a drink from her water.
"I did because I know you can do great." a moment of seriousness, but her tone laced with gentle encouragement. "You have the strength and the rest will come with time the more you practice." Jazzy was delighted at the idea of having more attend her class and when the other mentioned her team. "Please do. I think keeping the body mobile and flexible is good for any athlete to prevent injury. How have your practices been?"
As Jazzy huffed her way up the hill, she couldn't help but curse silently at the very idea of running. "Why couldn't we just freestyle dance up this hill?" she grumbled to Alex, her legs feeling like jelly and her lungs protesting loudly. She glanced ahead at the effortlessly sprinting figure of her friend. "You must have bionic legs or something," she muttered, feeling the burn in her legs intensify with every step.
As she reached the top and doubled over to catch her breath, she couldn't help but laugh at her own misery. "Note to self: stick to dancing and leave the running to the gazelles," she chuckled, taking a moment to appreciate the gorgeous view from the hill before attempting to do the descent without ending up in a heap at the bottom. "Well, at least the downhill part will be a breeze—literally and figuratively," she joked, glancing over at the other. “How many miles did you say we’d be running?”
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" Jaz? " ivy spoke up, surprised to see her childhood friend behind her. how couldn't she have noticed her? "sorry, i'm taking forever. i'm not usually so undecisive, i don't know what's wrong with me today. i can't decide between lychee and passionfruit." the short woman continued, ending her sentence with a disappointed sigh. "here, order before me. i'll just have to make up my mind when you're done." vee gestured to let jasmine pass in front of her.
Jazzy smiled, waving off the apology when immediately recognizing the voice of the other. "Ivy?? I didn't know you'd be here! How have you been? I feel like I haven't seen you in years." Jazzy might have been exaggerating, but growing up she competed in countless dance competitions with Ivy. The bond and friendship created then was never forgotten. "Depends, wait..are you feeling something sweet or light?" she offered up to help Ivy pick something good.
if there was one thing bellamy loved to do, it was pull the chain of all her friends when given the opportunity. obviously all out of good fun and respect for them that it’s even done at all. everybody loves a silly, goofy joke every so often. all the more reason when bellamy caught sight of jaz’s familiar face that she beelined for the boba food truck once she saw that was her friend’s clear destination. given, there was the intention to order both their drinks and surprise jaz by turning around and handing her the drink. what she wasn’t expecting was jaz’s impatience to shine through and bellamy turned with a growing grin, pulling the baseball cap up a bit to show more of her eyes. ❝ is that anyway to speak to a friend ?? ❞ bellamy teases instantly, a laugh bubbling out past her lips. ❝ and here’s to think i was actually ordering your favorite boba. should i find someone else in the astronomy club to pawn it off to ?? ❞
And there was a blush. Jazzy mentally facepalmed at her own obliviousness. Leave it to Bellamy to catch her off guard. She took the drink and swallowed the grimace, replacing it with a lopsided grin. "Oh, my goodness, Bellamy!" Jazzy's awareness had apparently taken a vacation, letting embarrassment take the driver's seat. "I'm sorry! I totally didn't realize it was you." She shook her head and let out a chuckle. "I was ready to give a lecture to a lost freshman, but here you are, the master of disguise." Jazzy took a sip of the drink and felt grateful that Bellamy was able to shrug off her crankiness. "Well, I guess I'm stuck with this drink now, can't return it! Please tell me we're going to leave soon. If I stay here any longer then I might actually turn into the wicked bitch of radcliffee !"
Lala dropped her voice, as though to say something shameful. "Between you and me, most parties end up dull. The ones this side of the bond, anyway. Sickenly unrestrained, except where alcohol is concerned - the one facet that shouldn't be!" She said, brushing down her skirt. The exception seemed to be this girl - and this hidden booth she spoke of. No use pretending that didn't catch her attention. She'd been at this university too long, if she felt like she was doing something genuinely immoral. "I would much appreciate you showing me." She said. "I feel stifled without a real drink. Do you have a name?" Funny way of asking, as though not everyone did. "I'm Lala. You're allowed to make fun of it."
"They really do. It's mostly full freshman or transfers with those hopeful doe eyes. I promote my yoga class and spend most of the day trying not to fall asleep with repeating answers to the same questions." she was still wobbly, but had some balance left to lift her self up from the chair. Gesturing the woman to follow her over to the booth. "Oh it's Jasmine, but most call me Jazzy or Jazz. Lala? Like O-La La? That's really cute actually." "There's always that one person that has a stash of something hidden somewhere and surprisingly it's not the football or basketball team." she grinned, reaching behind the booth and sliding out the cooler. "It's the thespians and we're generous."
❝ oh my gosh, thanks. i wish i could be as observant as you are— i totally didn't notice the six flavors smack dab in the menu. silly me! ❞ serenity gasped dramatically, mouth hung open in faux shock. craning her neck slightly to face the other properly, serenity sighed lazily at the other's tone, cheeks round and lips pouty. ❝ you know what would be useful in moments like these? ❞ she raised her brows expectantly before cutting the other off with a lean of her body, providing an answer herself. ❝ patience. five minutes is nothing in the grand scheme of it all, right? ❞ with a bright smile, she turned back to the cashier and waved a hand to capture their attention. ❝ hi, i'd like a large passionfruit green tea boba, please! this lovely little lady helped me decide. ❞
It was sarcasm for her and she had to admit, she thought the woman was funny for it. Maybe she had been a bit irrational today. Jazzy was fully aware that sometimes she was overdramatic about the smallest things. Did that mean she was going to stop being dramatic? Sometimes, when she felt like it and maybe she did now. “I guess you have a point.” a sigh escaped her lips as she gazed down at the other, a smirk when she made the order.
“I’m just really passionate about boba, hm?" she broke out of her irritation and cracked a smile. "My apologies. I'm just having a day."
❝ oh , aren't we feisty today? remind me not to come between you and boba next time around. ❞ rowan scoffs in disbelief , highly used to the more serious topics they scour. though , he doesn't mind seeing more sides to jasmine. ❝ i hope you're not expecting me to take my words back and tell you you're pretty because that's a pretty solid idea. a great investment actually. i'll be old and wrinkly 30 years from now while you'll look the same. now , where would you be if i didn't point it out? i accept thanks in cash , by the way. ❞ though it sounded like a joke , there is a hint of sincerity to it. rowan never bothered with skin care , using only a face wash and calls it a day , but now he feels he should start getting into it. ❝ how was your break , jazzy? i swore i won't return here , but here i am . . . at graduate school. i guess , you wouldn't be getting rid of me anytime soon. ❞
“Did you really just compliment and insult me at the same time? I should no contact you for that forever.” she joked. Easily lightening the mood whenever Rowan was around. Someone she could speak to seriously which was admittedly few. “Well, I wasn’t all that excited about leaving French Polynesia to come back here.” she rolled her eyes playfully.
“ Way too short, but maybe I did miss you a little bit. Tell me you at least did something adventurous?”
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dakota rolled her eyes at the woman, crossing her arms across her chest. “well now i’m gonna stand here ten times longer than i was originally going to just to further piss you off. maybe in the meantime you can attempt to remove that stick out of your ass.”
"That'll work out with about ten other people breathing down my neck while you take the additional time to pick a drink." Jaz rolled her eyes and let out a low sigh. Some realization that she was being irrational at a party that was supposed to be light, and fun for newcomers and returning students. "Mild or sweet?" she asked the woman, considering that maybe she was new to the truck.
dakota stood at the boba truck, her eyes moving over all the choices on the board. she had admittedly only tried the drink once before and was trying to remember what type she got last — she wasn’t into anything overly sweet and wanted something relatively mild. she was lost in thoughts for a few moments before hearing someone speak to her. her eyebrows furrowed at the girl’s words, the back of her neck getting hot. “excuse me? i hope you aren’t talking to me.”
"I don't see anyone else standing in front of me and I'm certainly not talking myself." her hands rested lightly on her hips, eyes glaring towards the woman.
"Line's getting a little long and I don't have all night." though her voice wasn't raised, it was still stern enough in that way of yelling without actually doing it.
van may or may not have zoned out while waiting in line for the boba truck. the thought of it had piqued his interest five minutes ago when he'd first gotten in line, but then his edible hit and he'd completely forgotten what he was in line for in the first place, having gotten lost in his own train of thought. the snide comment being thrown his way brought him out of his thoughts, a slow smirk spreading across his lips as he took his time taking the other in, before his lips are parting in faux-shock. "well now that i've been reminded of the sheer amount of choices, how ever will i choose?" he quips back, painting a look of consternation on his face. "i guess you'll have to decide for me and allow me to pay for yours to make up for taking up so much of your time," he continues smoothly with a placating grin.
Okay, so maybe she was less annoyed now. The man did offer to pay for her order. She may have been just a little too pushy this evening, but her effort to care was much was fifty-fifty. The slight frown on her lips curved up into a smile, even if she heard the slight sarcasm in his tone. "Hm, that's better. I guess I'll forgive you then." she quickly pondered through the selection of flavors she already memorized by now. "Jasmine is the best flavor, so for one you'll have to double it for us." she grinned, gesturing towards the barista.
Tentatively, Lala took the "potato chicken thingy" from the young woman's hand - it was very hot to the touch, but she tried to suppress her wince - and took a small bite before resting the remains on her napkin. "I suppose it is." Lala said, after she forced it down. She could tell that the burn on her tongue would linger there a while.
Lala was hardly hungry. But this woman's lack of care to the heat of the food, the way she spoke, just the way she sat - she was quite obviously drunk, and as far as Lala knew, that wasn't allowed. Just in case she did have a secret but accessible alcohol suppy that she was willing to share, Lala would have to be tactful. "You seem...upbeat, tis evening." It was a little less forthright than are you drunk?
Jazzy's smile widened as the woman reached for the miniature appetizer in her hand. As the woman rambled on about upbeat things, Jazzy couldn't help but join in with the drunken laughter that was still resonating throughout the room.
'This party was so dull,' the woman slurred, her words blending together. "But between you and me, there's a hidden booth with some enchanting drinks." Jazzy mimicked air quotes with a not-so-subtle gesture and almost toppled out of her chair before quickly regaining her balance. "I can show you." she offered knowing that she probably wouldn't make it two steps without tripping over herself, but hey you only lived once.
