#roseton:starter

[sighmargo-blog]

text -- everyone

margo: i need your help

margo: i know you don't want to speak to me because for one, it's really late and i'm probably the last person you wanna speak to?

margo: ... i sort of need a favour, feel free to tell me to fuck off though.

margo: don't really pls.

[antonovs]

If there was anything Christian had learned after attending a full year at Roseton, it was that there wasn’t much to do outside of class. The social people hung out in the lounges, and the introverts hung out in the library or in their room, and the blonde had seen his fair share of both settings - neither left much more to the imagination. With this new three hour block between his 11:30 Chemistry class and his 4 o’clock Art History lecture, the only form of time occupation that Chris could think of was ditching campus and seeing a bit of Chicago; what he didn’t already know of, at least. As he’d packed up his things and tucked his book into his backpack, seeing the Art Institute and browsing the forgotten little shops claimed by street art seemed like a better way to spend his afternoon than browsing the internet in the confines of his bed. After dropping his bag off in his dorm, Christian found himself in the dining hall, tagged onto a line at the smoothie kiosk (since sitting beside one of his classmates sucking down a large strawberry banana, he couldn’t resist the urge to stop and get one of his own). Hands stuffed in the front pocket of his jeans, the blonde let his eyes wander around the room, taking in the familiarity of the space before training them on the bustling students around him. The line began to move as another customer was served their drink, and Christian lowered his head to watch his feet move forward. With his voice just loud enough to be heard by the person in line before him, Chris lifted his head and leaned forward the slightest bit .”Cool shoes.”

[astroander-blog]

Under the light of a dim alleyway, Ander leaned against the brick building behind him, his tongue slipping over the edge of a paper. Either he didn't know, or he didn't care, but his tall six foot frame was stood perfectly under the Roseton 'smoke-free campus' sign. He finished rolling his cigarette and was digging his lighter out of his pocket when he glanced up, catching the only other person around. A sly smirk appeared on his face. "Want one?"

[jsykteddy-blog]

"Sometimes I ask myself, why I even bother going to the first week of classes, all we do is get the syllabi and go through pointless ice breakers. Can we just skip this all and get to the actual purpose of the class?” 

[astroander-blog]

How many trees do you think one university takes down, simply in flyers from clubs? No, thank you, I would not like to join the 'Very Kawaii Anime Club,' but thanks for giving me the paper that will end up in the trash with sixty other copies.

[antonovs]

Nothing like your dad pinching and kissing your cheek when you’re trying to push him out of the dorm building to get you in with the cool crowd. Thanks, dad, for the ‘aw’ing girls at the end of the hallway. And thanks, Emily, for the red lipstick stain on my cheek that I still can’t quite get off.

[sighmargo-blog]

“I can explain. I was walking through the woods because I heard about a shortcut, and I was minding my own buisness and when I tripped on a log and fell. I now have these cuts and bruises on my face, and I look probably look like I got into a fight, which I didn’t. So, do you have any bandaids or know where the nurse is? Do we even have a nurse around here?”