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- Sits and looks at everyone dancing tapping my foot slightly to the beat of the music taking a sip of my drink -
It was late at night. Very late. Late as balls.
Rose stared at the ceiling, running metaphors and wordplay in her head, floating attempts at writing disguised as attempts to fall asleep. Or perhaps it was the other way around.
She looked out the window, the full moon shining bright on her face, her mind going blank, words slipping away like dry sand out of her fingers in the river shore of their summer house. Only one thought remained on her mind.
She needed to ask Kanaya for some fucking curtains.
She sat up, looking towards Terezi's side of the room.
There was no way she was still awake. Rose looked at the floor, sighing heavily, and took out her cellphone to check the time. 3:14. Dammit.
She had already been plagued with nightmares all night, but right now, that would be preferable to not sleeping at all.
She got up, wearing her blanket as a cape, and walked over to the other side of the room, standing uneasily by Terezi's bed. She leaned down and shook her a little.
"...Terezi?"
It was a wonderful day that Rose was wasting away by sulking in the library. After the issues she'd had with Kanaya and Terezi the previous day, socializing was not her top priority. Currently, she was more concerned with winning the war against herself inside her head, although wasn't sure how that would be possible but still.
She felt incredibly, ridiculously jealous.
Why would she even be? It wasn't like they were actually anything to her. For fuck's sake, they had known each other for 3 days.
The copy of The Lost Years of Merlin laid open, abandoned in the table in front of her.
She was being ridiculous.
...But then again, it was as if they had gone behind her back and although they were not officially anything anyhow...
Rose sighed. She was making excuses wasn't she?
She rubbed her temple and tried to return to her reading but felt as if she couldn't concentrate on anything at the moment. She looked around the library, hoping to find a distraction.
The wind was cool on Rose's face but not cold enough to be a bother. It was that point of the year where the temperature was just around perfect for her. Soon, the harsh winter days would come and she would have to grumble her way through it.
Despite her overall lack of athleticism, Rose had managed to climb a particularly leafy tree and was currently sitting on a branch, high enough to not be easily seen. Any higher and she would probably die when attempting to descend. She'd had enough of falling down.
Maybe now she could read her fucking gay porn in peace.
Rose let herself relax as much as possible into the rough bark. She had been here for three days and was already completely fed up with it. It was impossible to even imagine how it would be when classes started.
Rose just wanted to be back at her room, alone.
Jake ==> Explore Film Selection
Well things were looking dull for boy english and that was a thing he could simply not stand to bare. It was right around high noon when the chestnut haired desperado moseyed on down the staircase and into the underclass dormitory hall for a second time. He'd already made himself a couple of interesting chums from his lower classes and he figured it was right around that time when he got to tying himself down in the younger community as a name to be reckoned with. But first, he would have to see how good the selection of movies was down in their lounge.
With jakes height it was easy enough for him to blend in amongst the younger years attending and he slipped over to the case entirely like a ghost, undetectable to the naked eye. He thought he was far too clever for being shorter than average in this moment, even though he knew he would come to regret his height in years to come. Things usually ran that way.
His trek was half complete. Jake came to a stop in front of a wobbly white bookshelf labeled in bold old english microsoft word font "Underclassmen Approved Films". This of course was code for everything the upperclassmen didn't want to watch and had tossed down the steps in an attempt to discard the films forever.
There was an arrangement of dvds and vhs tapes, with the two largest sections of films consisting of educational documentaries and chick flicks. Jake was no more horrified than anyone might be if they saw a videotape of their own murder being played out in front of them, and began to mumble to himself. " These poor bastards- how can this happen to them? What ghastly things did they do in their past lives to deserve this hell?"
Jake ==> Reunite With Distant Cousin
Jake gave a lowly sigh as he committed his time to patrolling the dormitories hallways for lack of better entertainment. It had been a busy three days for him so far, but he couldn't say he wasn't happy with the more enlightening results. He had an arrangement of chums, and no real enemies so far. He sincerely hoped it would stay that way. Were he to get bullied his violent side would flare up and that was no good for anyone.
Jake scanned the halls of the underclass dorm looking for a student he had perhaps spoken to beforehand in order to ask them if they wanted to enjoy a healthy brunch with him. But as he waded through the droves of students, only one girl really stood out. A person, that he was certain he actually knew! God blessed it really was her! He could tell by her eyes!
His face lit up and he audibly gasped out with encouragement. He'd been told she would be attending but he hadn't met her sense they were both only ten years old or so. This was his chance for second impressions. Jake raised his hands up over his head and waved his arms in the gals direction to grab her attention. " JADE!! Jaaaaaadee!!! JADE!!"
The common room seemed far too bright and loud. Rose sunk in her chair, one hand covering her eyes.
The previous night with Terezi and Aranea was a blurred mess Rose's head was pounding so hard she could swear her brain was about to liquefy and drain down her ears.
She shifted uncomfortably, tongue darting between her piercings. Her mouth was completely dry. She considered going to the cafeteria for a drink but given her current condition, the possibility of falling down the stairs again was very real.
Perhaps if she wished hard enough a drink would walk to her.
Jake English / Dirk Strider ==> Sort out differences
Jake waited at the park benches behind the Dormitory building. He was ready to make some form of dormitory bathroom agreement with mr. dirk strider. After he'd been given araneas number so that they could text one another, he'd been instructed to show up behind the dormitory facing the woods for a diplomatic treaty agreement.
Jake thought vapidly to himself as he reached down for a handful of grass to play with and braid together that being a pinch high would help along the constant insul stream that was sure to head his way from dirks side. He only smelled slightly like weed but he overpoweringly stunk of calgone after his weed induced paranoia had caused him to pour 1/5 of a bottle of calgone down the front of his shirt.
He still looked half asleep, his hair was mussed up and his eyes were a little bit glazed over. But he had every confidence that he was the wise one, and that the two prefects would not suspect a thing over his partially blazed state.
He kept in his seat facing the building, and waited patiently for Aranea and Dirk to show up.
