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Jamie Ellinwood | Junior | Student at Harvest Academy

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Study Session || Jamie and Antoinette

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strikeforlovexstrikeforfear:

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If there was one thing Antoinette couldn’t stand in her classes it was group projects. Having to trust some immature, talkative classmate to focus on the project and not drag her grade down? At least she could usually try and pick someone somewhat competent to work with or take complete control of the project, a feat easily accomplished with how little work ethic her peers seemed to have.

But when the teacher assigned the pairings? That’s when she got stuck with people like Jamie–aggravating and unwilling to let her do this on her own. While he was competent enough her grade never dropped horribly whenever they were paired, and it did keep happening, but all she could focus on until the got their grade back was the many ways they could do better or how he must be holding her back.

With her patience for him already so low, there was very little room for him to make honest mistakes–such as failing to show up on time. While she waited, she pulled out her papers and looked them over, though they were far enough into the assignment that she needed him–more importantly, his share of the work–to continue. At the most, it was ten minutes. Hell, one could even argue that Antoinette had actually shown up too early–it wouldn’t be the first time. But she didn’t like Jamie, so she was very quick to blame him. She didn’t even spare a glance when she heard his approach or when he pulled his chair out across from her. Sniffing harshly, she looked up, tap-tap-tapping away at the library table with the eraser of her pencil, only when he was sat.

“I trust you have a good reason for showing up late, Jamie.” Not even a hello, but that’d be breaking routine.

Eugh. He had had enough with the perpetual torture cycle this academy put him through. Assignments and busy work were typical, and he had no particular qualms in those areas as far as he knew. Work was work, and that was acceptable enough. However, the worst kind of work was the kind that forced him into grouping up with another person-- or, as he liked to call it “being the work horse for two”.  He always found himself doing the brunt of the work anyway, so he may as well have worked alone. 

What was worse? His Goddess-damned partner. Miss Priss was twenty degrees too cold for the Arctic and had an awful tongue to boot. He knew her a little too well, considering their circumstances mysteriously paired them up more than he wanted in his entire lifetime. Bracing himself for another cursed encounter, he packed up and forced himself to his feet. Up and away to that hell-bound library he went. At the very least, he hoped to arrive early to show her up. But to his absolute dismay, he spotted the dreaded she-demon herself, right where they agreed upon meeting before.  

“Late? Nous savons tous les deux que quelqu'un est arrivé trop tôt.” (We both know that someone got here too early.) Jamie retorted. No pleasantries on his end. Just poisoned tongues in another language to grind the anger into her thick skull. Sure, they were working for Essay Writing this time, but he was just bracing himself for a French project with her one day. He could tell that Lady Luck was trying to do him in. 

Getting himself comfortable--or as comfortable as he could while sitting next to an iceberg-- he took out his essay papers to share with her. Holding out his hand, he waited for her to hand over her own papers so he could read it over. Antoinette Izotz. A formidable rival but a dreadful partner. Sure, she wasn’t dim enough to make their grade plummet and sure, he ended up taking note of her name-- but he knew that the work they did was mainly carried by his contributions. 

“I can assume you’ll be adjusting your piece after reading mine? Contradictions between our work would only serve to hurt our grade.” Sighing, he raked a hand through his hair in focused contemplation. “Do you think we should incorporate more statistics in our paper? Numeric backing is favorable in any persuasion piece.”

Jamie could only find the calm of any storm through work. He could only expect Antoinette to do the same. If they could stick to their guns and work with their mouths shut, they could nearly be operational as a pair.

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Chopped S36E1 || Jamie &Chase

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citricizingyourfood:

As Chase made his way to the cooking room he pondered over what to make today. Maybe he would step out of his usual range of recipes he made and use something like wine. A quality chef must venture out of their comfort zone and try new things. 

He strolled into the room expecting to be alone for at least the first few minutes before someone came in bothering him for something. To his surprise, someone was already in there. Wait.. He’s never seen this guy around before. He would know because who could miss that obnoxious purple hair?

They made brief eye contact in which Chase could tell he was unwanted. He could say the same to the stranger. Was he in cooking class? Did he even go here? He had never seen this guy before and he wasn’t looking to start up a conversation. Maybe if he just ignored him and focused on his own work, the guy wouldn’t bother him. Of course, that wasn’t how it usually went. 

Chase was getting ready to start the recipe by gathering ingredients and tools. Shit. That guy had a couple of ingredients he needed. He sighed heavily and looked over at the guy. He was going to have to ask for something.

“Hey, can I get the pasta and wine?” he simply stated. He was being rather nice considering he could have used another choice of words.

See, it was already too much to have someone intrude on his space like this. It was even worse that this guy didn’t seem to mind, and started setting up like there wasn’t some kind of private haven he was disturbing. Hell, he wish the guy just read the mood and left; it’s not like Jamie was going to stay all night or anything. Well, Jamie supposed that it wasn’t off limits to cook in the kitchen with another person. He couldn’t object either way. So long as this guy stayed out of his hair and kept to his own business, Jamie supposed he could tolerate the sound of an extra pan sizzling away.

Flipping his shrimps and scallops, he relished in the flames that roared from his pan. Adjusting the heat accordingly, he was rather focused on getting the scallops to glaze gold before tossing in the pasta. It needed to be perfect. Just like everything else he had done up to this point. He wouldn’t accept anything subpar, especially if he was eating this for the rest of the week. The blitz of light that came from the panfire lit his eyes up for a moment. Then those eyes were back to a sharp ice blue, like knives shaving through ice.

He could feel the heavy creases between his brows grow deeper, as the guy finally piped up. Tsk. It was only inevitable. He knew it was too good to be true to share a kitchen in silence with another student. “Hmph. Can’t you pick another dish? Don’t see why pasta has to be the first on your menu.” He shot the guy another grating glance, before continuing to flip his pan fry with ease. He absolutely didn’t want to share, but it’s not like the wine and the pasta were his. Damn.

“And besides, you have eyes, don’t you? Hand’s a little preoccupied at the moment” Jamie flipped once, just for emphasis. Picking up the bottle of olive oil in his free left hand, he waved it in the guy’s face tauntingly. “The other’s for the oil.”

Blowing his bangs out of his face, Jamie graced the dullest deadpan expression he could manage. “If you can’t come up with any original ideas, how’s about you take a bite out of the extra baguettes in the back and leave?”

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Positive Vibes |🌟| Jamie&Marla

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She blinked slowly, as his reaction to her flower shower was more hostile than anything else, how could someone be so against beauty? He had dirt on himself from what she assumed was gardening, so she doubted that he was allergic or anything of the like. 

Tilting her head at his further protests, she scooped up the fallen flowers and threw them up in the air, this time showering them both, thinking that this attempt would cheer him up because he probably just wanted to share the experience!  Smiling brightly, she caught one in the air and scooted closer to affix it to the stranger’s hat, but had difficulty, so she took the hat off his head and tried again with it sat on her lap.

She didn’t answer. 

He squinted, wondering why the light sifting through her hair made it look like starlight. He swore he was probably just seeing things, but something about this whole affair was seriously starting to irritate him. And the whole flower tossing thing. What the hell was she thinking? He hadn’t done anything like that since primary school so... either she had the mental age of a 10 year old, she was trying to mess with him, or something was up.

“Hey. Address me when I waste my breath trying to address you. Who are you?” 

Pointing an accusatory finger at her, he was about to tack on an addendum of sorts-- only to have his hat stolen from him. !! That little... She must have been real smug about getting into his personal space, tossing flowers about, and wordlessly stealing his hat off his head. Abruptly, he jolted up to his feet, back straight and eyebrows furrowed. Jamie strapped his bag across his shoulders with a Humph and rudely snatched the hat back without so much as a bat of his eyes.

“Well. I’ve had enough.” He pulled away from her, placing his hat right back into its place. He would have tipped it off to tauntingly salute her, but she didn’t even deserve that much. With the flowers and leaves crumpled by his feet, he stepped over them like he was delicately walking over a torn war ground. What a waste. Looking over his shoulder, he mouthed the words See you never through the grit of his teeth. 

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Totally Flour-ed || Jamie & Emiko

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spiritualmaiden:

When Emiko was assigned Jamie as her partner, she almost could’ve laughed until she realized the amount of time they were forced to spend together with more or less have to double for the next few weeks. This almost pleased her, as she was still a bit bitter about his rudeness from their first encounter. And annoying him was kind of fun.

“Your A?” She inquired, sounding only a bit annoyed. “I have no intention of letting you pull my weight for me, Mr. Ellinwood.” It was good to know Jamie took this as seriously as she, but insinuating she wouldn’t be a competent partner? Insulting.

“Although, that would be satisfying for you, wouldn’t it? Taking all the credit.” Emiko gently picked up the flour sack, holding it similarly to how one would hold an actual baby. “No matter what you think of me, keep in mind that I’m your partner for this assignment.” She gently lowered the flour sack back down, “Meaning that I am just as responsible and capable of caring for this child as you are.”

Emiko always got good grades, and that wasn’t at all hard to see. Either Jamie was ignorant or simply didn’t care to not notice that much. 

“Yes. My A,” Clicking his tongue, he ignored her usual semantics. There she was again. Being absolutely cooperative. But in a way he didn’t need, nor would ever desire in his life. His brows furrowed as she took the flour pack close to her chest, as though it was a real baby. Laughable really. He continued to write his notes without so much as a response for a bit. If they were in class, at least one of them had to be responsible. 

“You heard me,” He grumbled between writing lines of text. “If I were to take care of it, then I would take credit where credit is due.” 

He supposed her ever elusive determination was rearing its God ugly face through the door again. Typical. Wasn’t she supposed to be the mild type? She never did listen to him when he told her to keep her nose down and out of other people’s business. So she probably wasn’t going to listen to him now. Tsk. Guess the process of just carrying the flour pouch in his pack the whole time was a No-Go. It would have been an easy week otherwise.

“Sure, Pardner. How’s about you put the sack down, then? It’s not a real baby, any how.” He mocked her, country accent ablaze for a moment. It was more of a jab at her on purpose than anything else, and he rolled his eyes to finish off the package with a bow. “Kidding. I wouldn’t want you as a rodeo partner either. You’d be thrown off your horse before the first round was over.” 

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Totally Flour-ed || Jamie & Emiko

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Of course. Of course, out of all the people in this school he had to be listed with, it ended up being her. Little Miss Prim and Rosie (Or, as he liked to call her, Little Miss Dim and Nosey). He rolled his eyes, in mild dismay at the prospect of working with her for over three disfunctional weeks. Could he just file a divorce right off the bat? Would that result in a deduction of his grade? As far as he knew, the only way to an A+ was to grimace and bear it. Since the instructors handed the flour sack out, he had delicately laid it on the table between them. The only classes they shared were Calculus and History of Religion. Damn.

“Emiko Yukaku. I’ll handle this myself. There’s no way I’d let you handle my A, humph.” He had originally planned to split the time evenly between the two. Switching between second and fourth period was the most “fair” thing they could have done. But after he thought it through a little more, he realized it would be better just to do this alone. “ You’re a liability.”

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Activity Check 11/4: Passed!

Heart Levels Updated!

[FACECLAIM ADDITION]: Will be using Akatsuki Kibikino from now on!

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Hot Air & Matches || Claire & Jamie

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paperavalanche:

Before she could help herself up, Jamie was at her side helping her up and off of the ground, wrapping her arm around his own shoulders. Their height difference made the action a bit odd, but he hunched over enough for her not to be on her tiptoes. Claire only groaned, a throbbing pain in her wrist taking up most of her attention. 

“Ugh, yeah… I can walk fine.” She spoke through her teeth, her jaw clenched tightly in pain. She allowed Jamie to assist her to the infirmary, though she was fairly sure she could have made it there on her own. The nurse’s office wasn’t too far from the council room, but the entire walk Claire could only grit her teeth and try not to move her wrist. 

Once at the nurse’s office, Dr. Harrison took over in assessing the damage. He chastised her the entire time, much like Jamie would have done so. Claire just let it go in one ear and out the other, too focused on what having one hand out of commission meant for her in regards to school work. Thankfully, it was her left hand that got injured and not her right hand… Claire sighed and thanked Dr. Harrison once her wrist was properly bandaged and then Jamie and Claire were back on their way to the council room. 

She sighed and ran her hand gingerly over the wrapping on her wrist. “This sucks…” Another sigh escaped her, mind far gone as she wondered how her schedule would be changed now. “Thanks for taking me to the nurse’s office.” She turned to Jamie, though she was still distracted. “You didn’t have to.”

“I doubt that, unless your wincing says otherwise,” Jamie huffed quietly. He couldn’t tell if she was being honest or she was pretending to be okay. It wasn’t his responsibility to watch over fools, but he felt like this Chickadee was a bit off her rocker. Could she not take care of herself? Or was that the problem? Maybe the stubborn do-all, be-all, feel-all Claire was bound to crack one day. But that was just because she was doing everything wrong. After ascertaining her condition, he was surprised to find that though her arm had taken most of the blow, nothing looked visibly broken. Was the thump from her fall really just misleading? Or was she made of pure platinum-- to complement her thick head?

Luckily, after some incredible lopsided tottering, they got to the nurse’s office for a proper assessment. Dr. Harrison-- to both Jamie’s respect and minor incredulity-- was actually skillful in his profession. Goes to show that some people can really be masters of some skills and not others. Jamie had stepped outside after their arrival, but he was just around the corner trying to tune it out. Well-- that didn’t work, since Jamie ended up assessing Dr. Harrison’s medical jargon for validity. And listening in on Dr. Harrison’s angry lecture for amusement. Everything checked out though-- and that included Claire. Apparently it was mainly a sprained wrist and inevitable bruising. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me...”  He rolled his eyes, not knowing whether to be relieved or exasperated. Jamie found himself tapping his foot impatiently. What was the point of him being here if she seriously just sprained a wrist? Tsk. He could assume that the rest of her body was sore too, but if it really was just her arm then there was no need for her to lean on him. The wincing looked real though. It really did. After some internal conflict about whether or not he should just salute her farewell and leave without her, he decided against it. Guess they could walk back to the Student Council room at least. 

The clouds were graying... trimmed at the edges like faint ash and smoke. Hm. 

“Feh. Guess I really didn’t...” He paused, wondering if he could get back to work. Absentmindedly, he flipped through some of the left over papers he hadn’t touched yet. Not looking look her way, Jamie huffed quietly. “A “Thank You”? Who are you and what did you do with the old Claire Hanson?” 

“This is a one time thing. Don’t be stupid if you’re going to rely on yourself,” Jamie put on his reading glasses again, taking one short look her way to cement this thought in. “I’m telling you...”

“You can’t half-ass anything, especially if you’re the only one to watch your own back.”

Perfection was the only way to go, after all.

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yOU’RE wELCOME || jAMIE AND lANNA

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lannathepopstar:

“Yep, that’s me!” she caught it and waved it in front of him.

Hm, she didn’t recognize him from any of her classes, and she knew everyone. So how did he know her name? Well, she had written her name in it, but she was going to assume he knew she was a famous pop star. 

Lanna didn’t know this person but he seemed like he needed to lighten up. She could already tell his personality was like that of a sour grape. She could tell instantly that who she was bothered him. She waited for him to start leaving by acting like she was flipping through her songbook.

Thank you? Sure he found my book but he was being rather bitter. “Um, you’re welcome!” she stood with a hand on her hip and a cocky smirk on her face. 

Cheery and tasteless. Kind of like the rest of the students here. He could probably count how many times he was actually impressed by someone on one hand alone. And this girl? What, with her cacophony of mismatched notes and multi-colored sticky notes? He’d be far-pressed to feel anything at all, really. Since she seemed so preoccupied with flipping through his book he guessed that that was his sign to go. He picked up his gym bag, resting peacefully by his side, and strapped it over his shoulder for the trip back.

Just as he was about to dip away, he felt her words-- hook, line, and sinker. If she wanted to draw him back, she definitely got him there. Why couldn’t she act like a good little karaoke-goer and just sing along? Guess the volume notch was turned too high for her to back down. He veered his head around, feeling some ugly notes swell up in his mind-- and he wasn’t going to hold back for some girl with a little too much bounce in her step.

“I’m welcome? Isn’t that my line?” A grimace struck his expression, much like a crooked train track across his face. That little conceited pose of hers didn’t make it any better. If she leaned to one side any further, she would have collapsed by the weight of her ego. “This is what I meant. I guess ‘grateful’ has never shown up in your dictionary, Lanna Elliott?” 

There was something in a name that flirted with the lines of familiarity and solidarity. Jamie had always naturally swerved away from such pleasantries. Any names dropped were either: in full, improper nicknames, or spiked with toxic. And this girl was no different. As of right now, she might as well have been a No-namer. People without academic standings meant nothing to him, and it was better that way. Less clutter, if he had to say so himself.

"Get your head out of the clouds,” Jamie visibly rolled his eyes. Snapping his fingers into a finger gun, Jamie pointed right between her eyes. “If you think I’ll ever thank you, you’ll be waiting a whole lifetime.”

Coarsely, he ducked his head as a half-farewell of sorts. She was still a stranger, so he GUESSED that it was worth the formality. “If that’s all, I’m off.”

“See you never.” 

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Pretty Boys II Skye & Jamie

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starryphantomskye:

The entrance of this person was equal parts amusing and terrifying–both chiefly caused by the laughter Skye suddenly heard.

He couldn’t let this deter him, Skye had gotten quite good at masking his fear, so he quickly tried to wipe away the surprise on his face. 

“An idiot who doesn’t want to get caught,” he responded. “But it doesn’t look like your goal is any different from mine, yes?” Skye nodded down at the frying pan, “Where else to go when wanting to cook at such an hour, I wonder?”

 Hm. Twirling his pan once to collect his thoughts, Jamie reflected on this matter. Raising an eyebrow to assess the situation, he drew a conclusion as quickly as this guy could spout lies. There was no way he was here to cook. No one in their damned mind would just casually cook in the dark, let alone wander in a dark kitchen alone. But what could this guy possibly achieve from lying? A satchel of sugar and a mouthful of salt?

Either way, this guy was absolutely abysmal at lightening the mood—given how the air was thick enough to slide a butter knife through.

“You? Cook?” His eyes narrowed to slits, as he incredulously shot daggers in the stranger’s direction by his gaze alone. “Don’t make me laugh.”

His features were easy enough to identify. Mother would probably be pleased to hear he caught a rat before it infested the kitchen. Arms crossed against his chest, Jamie still wielded the pan loosely like an armed weapon. He’d never resort to that sort of violent tomfoolery—AGAIN, that is—if he could stop it. But it never hurt to be an intimidating adversary, did it?

“Given the situation, do you really expect me to believe you?” Jamie drawled, head filled to the brim with various ways he could end this. The scenario ended the same way. Guess the only silverware this guy was getting was his head on a silver platter. See, Mother might be a tad forgiving, but Principal Izotz was nowhere as merciful.

“Hah. What would you have cooked anyway? Ramen?”

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Why Bother? || Open

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lovelycitrusperfume:

A stick in the mud as always. As Jamie spoke, Freya ignored every word and continued to flip through the pages of the magazine. Through all of his blabbering the word ‘harassment’ stuck out the most, making her chuckle under her breath. Jamie would count looking in his direction as harassment if he could.

She glanced over at him from the corner of her eye and sighed. Temper, temper… The magazine in her hands was now being rolled up and she looked down at it to make sure everything was lined up.

“Don’t call your president that. You very well know my name, Widow’s Thrill Boy.”

She gently hit his shoulder with the rolled up magazine. Two can play at his game and if he knew anything, she wasn’t one to back down so easily.

“Oh? Did you want this?”

The magazine that was rolled up was now open again as she started to flip through the pages once more. A smile crept onto her face as she leaned against the single tree that provided the perfect amount of shade and protection from the sun’s heat.

“Spouts one thing and does another,” Jamie rolled his eyes as she predictably asks for respect in the same breath that she spitfires nicknames. What a pity, really, that he wasn’t out to be burned. “We can’t have everything, can we President Camellia?”

And if she wanted that title so badly, who was he to deny her that? Hah. He knew what she really wanted. But again, if she really wanted some ounce of veneration she really should have taken a good look at him… and walked the other way. It wasn’t like she didn’t know him. And it certainly wasn’t the first time she tried to mess with him either. He doubted there would ever be a last, but Goddess above-- would it kill the student body to give him a break once in a while?

“What? Are you taunting me?” One of his eyebrows piqued incredulously. Jamie shot her a deadpan glance, as dry as burnt toast. “You can’t be serious, now.”

He had kept tabs on her for a while now. If anything, Freya Mae was something of a rival. What, with her academic prowess, there was no doubt Jamie had to keep his eyes open for any lapse of weakness on her part. For what reason? What reason other than to bolster his own pride? But being “something of a rival” also meant she couldn’t easily be dismissed as some No-name sham. It would be easier to handle her if she was more like thin air to him.

“For the “so-called” President--“ He reached out an arm in an attempt to snatch the magazine out of her hands once again. “I find you incredibly childish.”

 “Though I suppose you’ve always been like that. You’re just hiding it under a marketing scheme and a cheap smile.”

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Spooky Care Package || Marielle & Jamie

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One would think that a seventeen year old’s mother would leave just the Treat Box on the door handle and disappear after that, but no, that’s not how Jamie’s mom rolled. That woman has an Extra™ bone in her body that refuses to let her do things the simple way. So she just HAD to assemble a box filled with a ton of Halloween treats to show off how much she cared about her one and only son, even if he didn’t need her to prove that she loved him with all of her heart. Heck, she even went the extra mile by using her own two hands for mostly everything outside of making the candies themselves. Anything is worthwhile when it comes to Jamie, she’d tell herself all the time.

The care package contained a hand-made Pumpkin Spider candle-holder, No Tricks Just Treats, Bugs and Kisses candy bag, Tic Tac Toe game, Candybar Holder, Treat Sack, and last of all… A cute mummy card that was made with Marielle’s own hands, as per usual, which honestly looked like it could have been bought at a store if Jamie didn’t know about her little crafting hobby. The card didn’t say much though, “Happy Halloween, love Mummy!” Embarrassing as always.

Although everything was ready to go, Marielle definitely wasn’t ready to leave, so she pounded on Jamie’s door rather loudly and waited until somebody opened it before speaking abruptly– “Happy Halloween~!”

“Hope you like everything, sweetheart!”

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He had been enraptured by a particularly good book, thumb pressed staunchly against the corner of his latest page. Tucked away in his corner with his reading glasses on and a cup of tea, Jamie had intended on staying this way for the whole evening. Halloween was full of shenanigans that he knew better than to involve himself in. Especially since that night 2 weeks prior, he had neither been in the mood or would ever be in the mood to do something like that again. 

Then there was that incessant knocking at the door. He forced every ounce of will that he had left to ignore it for a solid minute. That was before it got louder and made him play a little calculating game in his head. There was a solid 95% chance that whoever at the door was some annoying imbecile who either came to piss him off or visit one of his roommates. The other 5% was his mother, who had a knack of knocking doors nearly off the door-hinge until he responded. That latter issue was his fault, of course. He never answered the door until he was forced to do so. His mother could easily just call beforehand, but he had an odd feeling she liked to keep him on his toes.

Bracing himself for the worst, Jamie opened the door to a huge package wrapped delicately in clear gift wrap and a familiar figure that reminded him of home. Oh thank Goddess. 

“Mother.” Jamie smiled, eyes crinkling as soon as she peered cheerily from behind her gift. Guess those 5% blessings were worth everything to him. “...Thank you.” 

“Of course I like it-- ‘t’s from you after all,” Jamie huffed, in feux-offense. He took it off her hands and gently handled it as if it was the most valuable gift on Earth. He would ever reject anything from his Mother! That would be blasphemous to everything he stood for. “I hadn’t prepared or anythin’ for the occasion, but if you’re not busy--”

The smile that graced his lips never left, as he gestured her warmly into his dorm. “’t’s not much and it’s not as great as home, but you’re always welcome here, Mother. Happy Halloween.”

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Quiet Souls II Emiko & Jamie

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spiritualmaiden:

Emiko’s words actually seemed to capture her classmate’s attention, which was oddly satisfying, no matter how annoyed he seemed.

“Are they now? Maybe they are, differences in personality do tend to balance each other out.” The enigmas that were the interweaving webs of people’s relationships, she felt, were definitely up to interpretation. This was just another way to go about it.

“Except for those who become…lonely.” She retaliated, recalling the look she’d catch on her mother’s face from time to time, especially when discussion of her disappearing father came up. 

What had happened to her classmate to give him these ideals, Emiko didn’t want to think about. Normally, she’d take this as a cue for this discussion to end, but she couldn’t help but be amused at how simply and coldly she was cut off, as if she was supposed to be offended into silence.

“Did your gut inform you that we may be going the same direction?” She was leaving class too, after all. 

“...” Jamie had never been one to pry into business that wasn’t his. He didn’t care, nor did he ever want to care about what lay precariously beneath the surface. It was a dangerous game this girl was playing. Wearing her heart on her sleeve like that. That tone of hers was enough to propel him in the opposite direction. Was she daft? Or did something he say make her prop open the door to her chest and her bleeding sentiments? 

Lonely? Lonely? Jamie didn’t-- couldn’t understand the emotion. It was fine where he was at the top. Above the clouds and lachrymose turmoil that struck the masses. He had had enough. Pacing himself quickly, he had hoped she would catch a hint. Take another turn. Find some sap to cling to if she was so adamant to socialize like a ninny.

Of course her voice had to be following in close pursuit. He wasn’t deaf but sometimes he had the explicit feeling it would be nice to be a bit more dull around the ears. Clicking his tongue, Jamie kept his head ducked and his hands twisted around his bookbag strap. He didn’t want to waste more time on this girl, but she had a knack of grinding her heel into the ground and pulling him back. 

“Did your brain inform you that there was no obligation to follow me?” He gestured--intentionally avoiding eye contact as he did--down the hall that everyone else was walking down. Jamie had taken the long way around on purpose. “Or were you too stupid to follow that as well?” 

“I guess if you can’t follow your gut or your brain, you assume you can follow me?”

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Activity Check 10/21 || Passed!

Heart Levels- Soon to be updated!

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Hot Air & Matches || Claire & Jamie

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paperavalanche:

While Claire knew the requirements for being Vice President of the Student Council, she didn’t exactly expect there to be a height requirement. And yet, the shelves that lined the walls of the council room towered above her and the stepladders were always hidden away somewhere Claire could never find them. So, when a task called for a document hidden away in a box on the top shelf, Claire took it upon herself to make the climb and get up to the very top. She thought she was alone in the room, but Jamie (of all people) made his entrance and went straight to bothering her. 

Claire rolled her eyes, choosing to ignore his quips about her height and spot on the top shelf. She continued to riffle through the box of papers until she found the specific one she was looking for. “Got it,” she whispered to herself and shut the lid, document in hand. 

“For your information, Jamie, I don’t need any assistance with getting a stupid piece of paper. I’m perfectly capable of grabbing something like this.” She began to move from her seated spot on the top of the shelf so that she could begin her descent. “And I wouldn’t accept, even if you were offering so-”

A slip of the foot was all it took for Claire to suddenly lose her grip and fall directly to the ground with a loud thump. She remained still on the ground, but groaned in pain. Her arm took a lot of the fall, much to her frustration. At least it wasn’t her ankle, or she’d be out of track for a while and put her scholarship at risk. 

Oh. So she wasn’t looking for a book then? Jamie noted silently that they may have needed an organizational clean-out sometime later, if that was the case. It was rather inconvenient to be storing paperwork and referential pieces in places that were not within reaching distance-- ...There his mind slipped again. It wasn’t like he was trying to be considerate or anything. He just-- well. It was an unkempt mishap waiting to happen. Feh. 

He clicked his tongue at her, not looking up from the stack of files he had finally settled down upon. There were signatures to be made, proof reading to be done, alphabetizing, documentation-- the entire Student Council package. Or well. He supposed it was the Jamie Ellinwood package, considering how much extra work he put in to make the system twice as efficient as it was prior to his arrival. His arrival prompted a total makeover for the Student Council, wherein they were 50% order and 50% perfection. Or that’s what he liked to tell himself, as his nose grew tenfold under the weight of his pride. 

“Hmph. We all know if I offered, you’d be hardpressed to take it,” He rolled his eyes, even though she couldn’t see him. Adjusting his reading glasses, he flipped through the folders to names under H. Maybe he could find something to jab her about. “It’d be a miracle, chickadee. Considering who I am and who you are--” 

The abrupt slam had him immediately up on his feet. It sounded like a violent crunch and his stomach lurched as he turned to see exactly what he had dreaded. She was sprawled on the ground, battered and gold locks aflurry.  “Shit. Are you stupid!?” Of all the words that could have tumbled out of his mouth, it just HAD to just be those ones. Ugh. He didn’t mean it. He didn’t mean it.

“Never mind that-- we need to get you to the infirmary,” His body was immediately on autopilot, rapidly assessing the situation. It didn’t look like she had head injuries or spinal injuries-- those were a gavel and a lifelong sentence to disabilities. Though it looked like one of her arms was out of commission. Gingerly, he took one arm to her waist and adjusted her uninjured arm over his shoulders. “Can you walk? Or is your leg out, too?”

You know, for someone who was so forthright about assisting others, Jamie couldn’t help it when push came to shove. Guess this was the miracle he was talking about.

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Love Trial Recording Doc: Chase: Why the fuck was he signed up for this? The festival had just started and Chase had already been dunked. Now he was sopping wet, cold, and most importantly, angry. He switched off with the other person working the dunk tank temporarily and dragged his feet in ...

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Talent Stage Recording Doc: Lanna had picked out the perfect outfit for this occasion. How exciting was it that she got to be the MC for the talent show! Her co MC, however, wasn't that exciting. Jamie... But! She wasn't going to let his grumpiness ruin her mood! She had a special present ...

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Positive Vibes |🌟| Jamie&Marla

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@meekhearted

Marla hadn’t gotten much done in final period, her seat by the window was always a distraction, but this time it was even worse there was something shining in her eyes, and she was way too busy imagining what it could be to pay attention to numbers and letters.

As soon as the bell rang, Marla collected her things, opened said window and hopped out, landing in the dirt and running towards the light. Ends up it was the sun reflecting off of an old soda can, but what really made it all worth while was the wild flowers growing all around in a bush where the can sat. Collecting as many as she could carry, the teen decided to spread her good fortune and hand out the flowers to anyone she passed on the way home.

It didn’t take long before she spotted someone sitting under a tree, giddy she skipped over to him and knelt next to where he was sat. Pouring the flowers on the ground, she looked for the best one to place onto his very happy sun hat.

He hadn’t thought much of today. All his school periods had ended in a timely manner, fashioned like dominoes that tipped from one end to the other. There was no disruption, no lingering thoughts, and absolutely no idiots roaming about. And he was thankful. Of course, he sought some fancier luxuries since his luck today had gotten to his head. “Fancier luxuries” was better known as sitting outside and relaxing for once-- an action he had solemnly avoided since this school was out for his head. He had done a bout of gardening, armed with a sunhat and all, and was just about done for the day.

It was on days like this that he could feel a tad detached from the world. And that, he had to admit, was the nicest gift he could reward himself.

Leaning against a tree, Jamie let out a relieved sigh. If all days were like this, he wouldn’t mind being here so much. He had his doubts, on whether his choice to come here was the right one, but today certainly treated him well. Sunkissed and dappled with light that filtered through the leaves, Jamie closed his eyes and embraced the warmth for once. It was gentle to the touch and left him feeling somewhat hazy, as though the weight he forced upon himself had lifted from his shoulders momentarily. If anything, it kind of felt like he was meant to be here. Just for this moment. 

That was, of course, up until the moment he realized he was being showered with flowers like some god-awful model in a commercial. His ears glowed dimly red, as he cursed his disasterous instincts, that usually shot up like a firework when someone was too close for comfort. How could he have let his guard down this much to let someone get so close!? What was worse was this girl-- hair flowing off her shoulders like endless waves of platinum gold-- was a pure  image of lack of inhibition. It was as though she something akin to something wild, something free. 

There was an uncomfortable feeling that sprouted up like a weed when that thought came to mind. How could someone give off that kind of feeling? Like they were unshackled from this world of stress and worries? 

“What do you think you’re doin’?” His eyes narrowed dangerously, trying to ascertain the reason why she approached him. As bright as she was, she surely must have been dim. No one would approach a stranger like that. He was in a flurry, dusting his sunhat of the flowers and petals she had ceremoniously sprinkled on him. 

“What are you trying to do? Are you stupid?” Jamie continued, voice nearly sharpening to a knife-point. “We don’t even know each other...! So why--”

“Who are you? Or at the very least, who do you think you are? “